Black And Blue Novels & Stories

God dammit! Severing major arteries is messy business, and I’m usually able to keep myself out of the line of fire, but not today it seems. My black hair is matted with blood, my maroon bra looks black from the blood soaking into it, and my matching maroon satin and lace panties are soaked and not in the good way. The gorgeous tattoos that cover the ivory skin of my arms and legs are now veiled in blood. I look horrific. But sometimes this comes with the job.

He growled in my head, urging me to move on to the next victim. I took a thorough look at the next person who lay lifelessly on the ground. The blue dye on his black hair had become an undertone of red as a result of the dried blood that matted his hair. His eyes, unlike the blonde's, were partially gorged out, and his face was contorted in a permanent expression of fear. Black veins crawled up his neck. I used my hands to trace the veins down, and I noticed they were spread all over his body, just like the blonde.

His startling blue eyes have gone so dark I can hardly recognize them. Usually a sign of anger or hurt from all the years I have known him. “A bit of a shocker, right?” I say timidly biting my lip. If I bite it anymore I will for sure draw blood. “Just a bit.” He says and runs his hands through his jet black hair. It’s the color hair that millions of girls around the world use hair dye for.

5 feet. Dressed entirely in black, his clothing seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows of the surrounding woods, emphasizing the striking contrast of his electric blue hair that stood out like a beacon in the dim light. His eyes, devoid of any white, were as black as the darkest night, reflecting an intensity that seemed to penetrate to the very core of their beings.

Angel asks and we both turn to her with a smile, she's cute and innocent, thinking black and white, true the vampires have taken over, but that doesn't mean that troubles don't happen anymore. "Other colours might decide to crash this event, black and red mostly, they'd see all the lights and would want to participate, the problem with the black and red vampires, is they scare the blue, and they don't know how to hold back. We want all the human blue to feel free and safe," I explain the things to her, black and red love teasing the blues, and they love scaring them as well. "Oh, okay, but some blacks are nice, Silas is nice," she says with a blush, that's the only black she had interfered w

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

I pushed the door open and stepped inside and the first thing I saw was him. Of course. Chance Black. Sitting at the far end of the bar, back straight, shoulders squared, one hand wrapped around a glass. He was dressed in black again. Always black. Sleeves rolled just high enough to show the edge of a tattoo, hair pushed back from his face, eyes sharp. I froze for half a second. Then I muttered under my breath. “Of course he’s everywhere I go.”

“She said to bring the black one.” “I did,” I replied, trying not to laugh. “But sweetheart, none of these are black.” She looked down at them again. “I know. But they look black,” she muttered defensively. “They do not look Black,” Dante corrected gently, walking to where she was and crouching down to her level. “This one is a dark shade of blue. This one is brown. This isn't black; it doesn't even look close to it. And this one…” he picked up the fallen bag, “is definitely not black.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, like he was trying to figure out what I was doing, but he answered anyway. “Black.” “That’s not a color,” I said immediately. “It is.” “It’s a shade.” “It’s efficient.” I rolled my eyes. “That’s not how colors work.” “It works for me.” “Right.” A faint smirk returned, and for a moment, the tension eased again. “Yours?” He asked. “Blue,” I said without thinking. “Not dark blue. The lighter kind. Like the sky right before it rains.” His gaze sharpened slightly at that, but he didn’t comment.

That’s right, we’re going to leave some of them to die… Code Black. The situation that no medical practitioner wants to find him or herself in. Ever. In emergency situations where there are more patients than the medical staff could handle, patients will be categorized based on their probability of survival. Only those labelled as having high and medium probability of survival will be given treatment. Those that were beyond saving were automatically categorized as Black and will receive no medical attention.