Blood And Cheese Asoiaf Novels & Stories

He covered his nose to avoid it, but the urge to feed on her blood was too strong. Asty reached out her arm towards him and smiled. "You have been starving all these years and have not even complained a single word. So here. Take my blood as your nutrition and thrive." Chaol lunged towards her and pinned her against the bed. He lowered his head to lick the trail of blood slowly spilling against her pale arms. He had craved for the blood of a Sunchild for too long and he never would've thought that the woman she loved could provide it for him.

He drained them quickly, the thin, lukewarm blood barely staving off the gnawing emptiness within him. As he finished his meager meal, a different scent reached him, a richer, more potent aroma of blood carried on the cool mountain air drifting into the cave. It was fresher, stronger, and it seemed to be coming from below. He could still hear the frantic rhythm of his anima electa’s heart as she descended, but this other scent was a siren’s call of immediate relief.

None of us was going to die. I pushed him away. “You are not saying goodbye. You are coming back to me.” I stared at him waiting for some sort of confirmation but he just stared at me, his eyes hollow and sad. “I’ll make sure you are coming back to me. Maria, Ann.” I ran past Ash and into the kitchen Maria and Ann hot on my heels. “Lee!” Ash yelled coming after us. Joe and my dad emerged behind him. I pulled the fridge door open and pulled out the dozens of packs of human blood they had stored there. The blood was meant for me, to keep my strength up but they would only go bad if Ash didn’t stop Baku’s army.

“When we stormed the castle, I didn’t recognize anyone from before. I always figured that Throme killed most or all of them when he took over. If he were smart, he would have killed the traitor, too. It’s what I would have done.” Of course… But how the hell would he know that? There were thousands of wolves coming and going every day, how--- And then I remembered who I was talking about. This was Rain fucking Blood! He’d spent the last 10 years of his life honing and tuning his stills to make him the ultimate predator. To survive in a world that took without compassion. That killed without mercy...

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

He was a bastard and that was that. Doru continued, “I see the value. I see it clearly and I want it. Imagine, dear bother, what would happen if we joined forces. You on this side of the waters and me on the other. Yes, just imagine.” A server climbed the stairs and presented Doru and Wadim with ornate, crystal goblets of blood and a plate laden with par-boiled fingertips smothered in congealed blood. Doru drained his goblet and smiled. “It is light and sweet. Very nice,” he said.

She starts toward the mess, probably planning to clean it up, and I want to tell her not to bother, want to tell her to just leave and take her stupid concern and her circadian rhythms with her. But then she kneels down next to the broken plate and reaches for one of the larger pieces of ceramic. Her hand slips. The edge of the shard catches her palm, cutting a line across it that immediately starts to bleed. She makes a small sound, barely more than a breath, and pulls her hand back. “Leave it,” I say, my voice coming out rougher. “It’s fine. I just need to—” “I said leave it.” She looks up at me, her hand pressed against her stomach now, trying to hide the cut even though I can already see

The repair work took the entire afternoon. When night fell, Cassia and Gideon prepared a "feast" for me. The long, ancient table was set with exquisite silverware, glowing with candlelight. But when I saw the "food," a sharp pain shot through my chest. Crystal goblets were filled with deep red liquid, reeking of blood. Plates held raw, dripping meat, looking as if it had just been torn from some creature. "What... is this?" I clutched my chest, my heart racing.

Before I could process what was happening, she'd forced my mouth open. Then, I tasted it. Her blood. Arya was feeding me her blood. A lump formed in my throat as a distant memory clawed at my mind. A memory of my mother offering her blood to me. I'd only ever been offered blood as a result of love, fear or loyalty. Even so, I couldn't quite place the reason why Arya was doing this. Was there a chance that a part of her wanted me the way I yearned for her? ... "...Dax? Brother?"

Blade turns back to Arthur and asks, “Can we go inside?” Arthur’s eyes are now focused on me and he comments, “You’ve been drinking blood.” I flick my tongue out, wetting my dry lips, and I respond, “I have.” “Be careful. Too much will take away the human side.” He turns and opens the door as he walks into the house. Blade follows right behind him as he asks, “What does that mean?” I walk in behind Blade and close the door. Arthur takes a seat in the small living room where he has a wine glass that is half filled with blood. His eyes move between the two of us and he asks, “How much do I owe, Blade?”