Dustin looked at the ground and let Reni lead him once they were downstairs. His hands flexed and unflexed. Scratched at the back of his hands and at his palms then stopped. He was trying hard to fight it. His body shaking hard and his breathing erratic. He was breaking down now that they were away from Mattie and Marina. He whimpered and almost cried. He hated Marina. She was always touching him and usually she felt up his muscles or his groin. He especially didn't like her groping him below the belt. It wasn't that fascinating...all males had one. So why she have to keep feeling up his? He was led into the bathroom and shut the door. Locking it and twitched. He looked down ashamed. He hadn't cut much but only because it made Reni happy. He was okay with cutting. In a way it was an addiction for him to cut...to relieve other pain. To give pain he knew the why it was there.<br/><br/>He saw the knife and knelt down. Picking it up and stared at it. Testing its sharpness and then looked up. Looking sad when she said she shouldn't have asked him to come. It hurt. He had known it was dangerous to come. "but..." He said softly. "You wanted to spend time with me....right? Then...then why don't you want me here now just because bad things happened?" He asked meekly. Not understanding. "I'm not upset with you. It isn't your fault. She is a witch...with a b. She is evil." He said softly. Walking over to her and climbed up on the counter next to her. He left a few inches between them but was still quite close. Trying to show her he cared about her. He began to unbutton his overshirt. Slowly. One button at a time. Setting the knife down and pulled the shirt off. Blushing but let the over shirt flutter to the ground. He was just wearing the undertank now.<br/><br/>He picked up the knife and bit his lower lip. He looked down. Shaking a bit at what he was going to ask. "When...when I cut...do you...want it?" He asked softly. Not sure how to ask her. He was offering her his blood that would flow when he cut. "Normally....run the tub water or sink water...but..if you want..." He said. Trailing off and began to trace his skin with the knife. He didn't even flinch when he pulled the blade across his flesh above his elbow about three inches. A deep cut. He then did it below the elbow on the side. Then further down. Then across his wrists. He let out a sigh of relief. His body visually lost all tension. His eyes closed then opened. Just watching the blood trickling down from the cuts. Then he cut just above the middle of his palm. Watching the blood pool to the surface.<br/><br/>He had offered to let her have his blood. To lick it up and take it...because he was showing her...how much he loved her. Words...weren't the way he could show it. So he was showing through action. He was offering her his blood...something he would never offer anyone else. Offering to share his life source...with her. Wouldn't that show a vamp.ire...how much he loved and cared about her? In his mind...he thought it would. Least he hoped it would.