Are Old Blood Stains Permanent Romane & Geschichten

"The marker is alcohol-based, so it will definitely last a few days." Shit!

“I said, hold onto it.” My fingers stiffened around the hardcover and I looked at him, confused. He wheeled closer, closing the space between us in a way that made my pulse spike. And my breath hitched when my eyes caught sight of the blood stain. It was splattered against his crisp white shirt, staining the fabric like cruel artwork. Just a glance and one could tell it was fresh and it hadn’t even dried yet. The deep red against the stark white made my stomach tighten, and suddenly, the fury burning in his eyes made perfect sense.

His white shirt especially had traces of red that were so hard to wash that I had to stay extra long in the laundry room, scrubbing the fabric until my knuckles were raw. The stains were strange. They did not look like blood exactly, more like red sand that had been ground into the fabric. I had never seen anything like it before. I wondered what had caused the stains. "Should I report this strange thing to Darius?" It seemed suspicious, especially given Adrian's disappearance during the nightwalker attack. But then I decided against it. Adrian could have simply fallen down during the chaos. The grounds had been covered in dirt and debris. There was probably a reasonable explanation.

And there, beneath it, almost in‌visible against t​he dark wo⁠od, was a smud​ge. ​ Not dust. It was a dull,​ rusty brown, fl⁠aked and dry. A cres​cent​,‍ the size of a⁠ fing⁠ernail. A fi‌n‍gerprint in blood​. My‍ b‍reat​h seized. The air left the roo‌m. I stared, my mind racing. Silas somet​im‌es n⁠icked h⁠ims​elf shaving.​ But he didn’t shav⁠e here. Thi​s was old‌ blood. From the night he fel‌l​ i‌ll?

A shirt…obviously once white was now streaked with a dark brownish stain. Even before I raised it to my nose, the smell hits me first. It was blood. Not fresh. Dried. Musty enough to tell me whatever it was that happened took place a couple of hours ago. I stare at it for a long time, my throat tightening, the floor tilting beneath me. He tried to hide it. The cloth was shoved deep under the other clothes, like he wanted to bury it before I could see. For a second, I can’t even breathe but then I managed to compose myself enough.

Gabriel asked, increasingly curious. Suddenly, Aunt Ita fell silent, "Oh, what a slip-up, if Gabriel knew it was a bloodstain, you would definitely be really worried about Master. Oh, what should I say? Huh, I'm always using my mouth so quickly!" Ita muttered to herself. "Bi? Why are you still stunned?" Gabriel asked in surprise because he saw that Ita seemed frozen. "Oh, yes Miss, I said the coffee stain was accidentally spilled on her clothes, so I had to wash it quickly because coffee stains, especially black coffee, are hard to come off if you don't wash them for a long time," explained Mrs Ita.

“It was mailed to be here at the palace. It is on tape that I received it and sighed for it. This is what I believe to be the truth how the murders went in the bedroom. I understand we are not here about the girls but they were murdered in there as well. Blood stains are evident and we can’t overlook three blood pools just to get were the queen’s last breath was taken. It speaks to the actions my client took that night.” “I’ll allow it but tread carefully.” Judge Anthony waved his hands like telling them to, go away. Each of them returned back to where they were. “Take a look at this model. What is your impression of this one?” “It looks like a whole different crime scene. Is there any proof

PURITY •••••••••• My finger brushes over that faded red dot for the umpteenth time, this very minute stain capturing my attention more than it should. The note is small and rectangular, torn from something bigger, with rough yet designated edges, like it was ripped with purpose. It has a certain brown shade to it, giving it an aged feel, but that only makes it perfect. That faded dot sits just beneath the last line, not quite a fingerprint, not quite a smear, only a dot. Dried and old. Once again, I tell myself it's just ink. Nothing more.

Ivy. My room was a total mess. Clothes were scattered all over the floor in random piles. The bed was half-made, but that didn't bother me. I need to figure out a way to leave this city at once. I looked down at the blood-stained cloth in my hands. My fingers shook as I held it tight, trying to hide it, trying to get rid of it. But no matter where I put it under the bed, in the closet, behind the curtains, it felt like it was still there. I could see it. Feel it. The thick dark blood soaking through the fabric, staining my skin. The smell lingered, strong and sharp, and it wouldn’t go away. I felt like it was stuck to me.

Sally said “Would you just quit it?” Damian asked her “Maybe, maybe not” Sally said “Hey, it is different” Alex said as he bent down to take a closer look at the blood stains. “Yes, it is. The first one looks like it is almost black. It’s too dark to be called an ordinary blood” “That is because it is not ordinary blood. Annabelle is hybrid. We keep forgetting that and it has been there for like almost a day!” Sally said “It doesn’t matter. The blood of a hybrid remains fresh no matter the time frame given. It looks like it was mixed with magic” Alex said