She better say yes.

The knife he held was just a little longer than the box cutter, but instead of an inch long blade, this one was about 5 or 6. It was much skinnier, with a slight widened bottom with an accurate stabbing point. The handle was almost industrial looking, almost as long as the blade with a roundish, two-piece pommel. Like wheels almost, side by side at the bottom of the blade.

“You know what kind of dagger this is?” 

Brick didn’t answer, just watched Blade and his knife nervously, his breathing almost to the point of hyperventilating. The Bloodsucker leaned closer, rubbed his finger on the edge of the blade. “No? That’s alright, wouldn’t expect you too. It’s quite old and rare. It’s an Ear Dagger, used in medieval times, you know, late 14^th century around, introduced by the Spanish it’s believed, but it’s not very clear.”

He turned the knife around, the blade resting now in his palm. “See the bottom? How the two pieces split off like that at the end? Real intricate work, used with an assortment of materials. Sometimes even bone.”

Brick opened his mouth to say something, but Blade kept going.

“Some designs have the pommels being shaped like human ears…hence the name.”  

He flipped the knife back around, gripping the handle tight and licking his upper lip. “Yeah, it’s something, not sure if I’m feeling it for right now, the mood doesn’t really fit for 14^th century dagger does it?”

Shifting, Brick pushed himself back in the chair, but unfortunately for him, that only exposed his stomach, the soft, venerable flesh of the knife Blade now held just in front of Brick.

Blade raised his eyebrows and shrugged slightly, the sick light in his eyes returning when he looked up and brought the knife back. And Brick didn’t have time to react, didn’t have time to try to protect his middle from the blade.

A short, strangled, choking sound escaped Brick’s throat, he doubled over and watched with blank eyes his own blood well around the blade that was shoved into his stomach.

His stomach, he felt the burning instantly.

His stomach, where all the blood was. The thing keeping him alive.

“You know what?” Blade laughed a little and licked his lower lip, pulling the blade out slowly. “Maybe I am feeling it.”