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Not two males either, I smell a female. I look at the bed then take a step forward and look down at the bed again. The comforter is on the floor at the foot of the bed. The sheet is pushed back into a messy pile. And the dried bodily fluids on the bed show the telltale signs of what actually happened on this bed... The scent is definitely not Anders. I pull him closer to me as I turn on my heels and walk out of that room. "Not Anders room, meet me in the room next mine."

He couldn't even find the shirt he had worn the previous night, and a creeping sense of unease began to take hold. Surveying the room for any sign of the missing shirt, Asher's frantic eyes scanned the floor, the bed, and its disheveled sheets. His gaze landed on a peculiar sight, a stark red stain on the sheets. As he inched closer to inspect it, a chilling realization set in – it appeared to be blood. An unsettling thought crossed his mind, questioning whether he or the woman he had been with had sustained an injury during their escapades. He was certainly in no mood to unravel the mystery of the bloodstain, not with an unfamiliar woman occupying his home. His schedule demanded his attenti

She cursed all the reasons that caused her to allow an unconscious man to sleep with her. She got back to the bedroom and one look at the disorganized bed, everything that happened came fresh in her mind. She continued to stare at it when suddenly, her eyes met a red stain. She staggered closer, sat at the edge of the bed, and ran her hand on the stain. It wasn't any other stain. It was blood. Her blood. Also another evidence of what happened.

He really is a handsome man. “It’s not just that it’s blood per se. Menstruation blood is… unappealing to us. I won’t go into detail, but it’s not something that most of us would want to drink. Kind of like bad coffee for humans, I guess. Even regular blood doesn’t get us in quite a tizzy the way that particular kind of blood does.” I stare at him for a moment, trying to understand, but I’m not sure I do. “That kind of blood?”

"Nice. Well, anyway, that night I'd finally gotten to sleep-I'd stripped down to the skin because it was so stinking hot, and I was sleeping on top of the covers. Sleeping is a generous term for what I was doing, because I was actually just barely dozing. I'd had my eyes closed for maybe half an hour when I felt something on my hand." "Oh, my God." Jenny's eyes went wide. "Yeah, my reaction exactly," I agreed. "I wake up, and I immediately think it's a palmetto bug, because those suckers are bold. They come right up and crawl on me, and when they see me, they don't run away like regular roaches. No, these things charge me, like some kind of New York City thug hopped up on meth." I shuddered

He couldn’t allow anything bad to happen to them, and by the sound of the shrieks, things weren’t looking good. “I think it came from upstairs.” Carson Yorke looked around and fixed his gaze on the second floor. “Let’s go.” Tyr raced up the stairs, followed by Carson and the rest. “It’s from Mom and Dad’s room!” Following the screams, Tyr came to Jacob and Helen’s room and kicked the door open. And what they saw blew their minds. The room was filled with a foul odor, and countless red bugs could be seen wriggling about on the bed. There were quite a few littered on their bodies as they screamed and looked around in fear.

They’d have to try not only to get the wine out of the light gray carpet but also to get the. Wait, is that blood? I leaned closer to a red stain on the back of the light gray sofa to sniff. Yeah, that’s blood. The poor housekeeping staff. I mean, I’d feel bad later for any cleanup they’d be facing after Auðr and I have sex, but this wasn’t something we did. Plus, I’m sure hotels are accustomed to sexual fluids. I know I’m drawing the line at blood stains on the sofa. Maybe that makes me weird, but blood is a bitch to get out of stuff, and that’s a nice sofa. My mom would lose her shit if River, Austin, or I got blood on the furniture.

Beneath her, there was a wide spot of blood which had seeped through the sheets into the bed. She was having her menses. Dylan walked towards the bed suddenly, his nostrils flaring. He scrutinized her for a moment, a small frown forming on his face. "Is that blood I smell?" He asked. Scarlett felt like crawling under a rock and never emerging. This was the worst time for her period to show up. "It's... it's my monthly period." She said in a small voice. "I need a maid to help me." Dylan slowly realized what she meant. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "What exactly do you need?"

She nodded in agreement, but I saw that stubborn look in her eyes—the one she always had before she did something reckless. Now the bed was unmade, the window open just enough for the cold to slip in. The curtains stirred with the breeze and on the floor, almost hidden by the rug, was a small smear of dark red. Vampire blood. Father stepped inside, slow and deliberate, scanning every inch of the room and then his gaze caught on the smear of blood. He crouched beside it, his hand hovering just above the fibers. “Fresh,” he muttered. Robert spoke up instantly. “Could’ve been tracked in. We had a border fight a few days ago—”

I've not slept a full night since Emily has been missing and neither has Logan and it's slowly starting to catch up with us both so we decided to skip training today and after the meeting head to bed for a few hours to try and grab some sleep as we are both running search parties tonight. By the time I get into my bedroom, I'm too tired to even take off my clothes and instead opt for face planting my bed the moment I get near it. I turn on my side and grab my pillow to cuddle in into, yes I'm a future Alpha and a pillow hugger and I don't care! I'm relaxed and comfy and wet...wait why the fuck is my bed wet? I sit up but can't see anything thanks to my blackout curtains so I quickly jump out