Blood In Saliva In Morning Novels & Stories

My throat aches and my skin burns where the doctor licked my neck. Bile rises in my throat at the memory, heightened by the taste of his blood lingering in my mouth. I press my hands to my lips, gagging. Bailey starts, looking wildly around for something for me to throw up in before gripping me hard and dragging me to the small half-bathroom just off the foyer where I throw up in the toilet.

Blood. Jackson’s stomach clenched. His mouth filled with saliva. A cold sweat broke out over him. There was a rustle next to him and Warrick shoved a trash can at him. Jackson barely got it in hand before he was heaving up nothing into it. His stomach clenched and heaved and clenched, but there was nothing to expel. He sat up with a gasp. His vision was blurred from the tears in his eyes. A hand patted his shoulder. “Happens to the best of us. Blood, right?”

The first visible sign came. When she brushed her teeth in preparation for bed, Debby spat out sputum into the basin, the red of blood standing stark against the white foam of worked toothpaste. She rinsed her mouth immediately, her legs shaking. It was probably time for her, with this first indication, to see a doctor like she was advised.

I was sure I never completed a full cycle though, because the pain in my neck and bones that accompanied me when I woke up was simply from a place of pain. I pushed all the irrelevant thoughts out of my mind as I pulled myself back to the present. The taste still remained, and for a moment, I could only ask myself how the blood had even gotten to my mouth in the first place. Had I bitten down on my tongue so hard that I'd bled without even knowing. It was sharp, metallic, and bitter as it slid down the back of my throat. I coughed, hard, but the sound barely echoed in the small, cold space I was trapped in.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction I yank his wrist mid stroke taking it into my mouth and with all my strength bite down on the spot I think his vein lies. My teeth roughly pierce his thick skin and warm blood flows into my mouth. He gapes at me. Truly shocked by my unexpected insane like actions. There is something else that shocks me and it's not the fact that I completely lost my mind and bit someone. No, it’s the taste of his blood. It's sweet and bitter at the same time like dark chocolate while also being smooth and thick like honey. I've tasted my own blood from the numerous times I bit the inside of my cheek from chewing too hard. The point being it always tasted metallic

It seemed her temperature was normal after a quick check. "I think it's because of my pregnancy. The doctor said about nausea and-"Before she could finish, she felt something squeezing out of her stomach. So she hurriedly lowered her head to let out nothing. Yes, nothing because it was morning, and her stomach was still empty. So since earlier, he only vomited her saliva mixed with bitterness in her throat. That made her weak.

I can't. Not now. Not when we had to leave at dawn. We have been moving this fight for long. There's no time to waste now. "Your highness!” Vok’svoice was sharper now, edged with concern. "What the hell is this?" We stared down at my vomit. The once orangey color had turned red. Blood? I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, forcing myself to sit up "I don’t know." And that scared me. I never got sick. Not like this. Not ever. What was wrong.

I could tell that I have never had it this worse before, I felt this was something different. I turned on the faucet at the sink to rinse my mouth and there was a red coloration in the water. I checked my mouth in the mirror, and my gums were swollen and it was bleeding. "Freda, open the door right now…" he growled. I flinched looking for ways to make him not see me like this. I have known him for quite some time and I still have not gotten used to his growling in anger and frustration. "I'm fine, I promise." I managed to say at the top of my voice.

My vision kept jumping, sharpening on tiny details: a drop of red sliding down the leg of the wooden table, the frayed edge of a blood-soaked cloth, the slow rise and fall of someone breathing nearby. I staggered to my feet, leaning against the rough wall for balance. The room spun for a second before settling. My arms shook so badly I almost collapsed back onto the mat. Every muscle screamed, but the real pain was deeper, in my throat, in my gums, like someone had scraped them raw and left salt behind. I pressed a hand onto my neck and felt two small punctures, still tender. It was Tristan's bite. I now have his blood in my veins.

I stop spinning my chair, coming to a halt. “What if I try …” I spin back around to my microscope, getting a fresh drop of Dylan’s blood, wolfsbane, silver, and I add a dash of my saliva. With the healing properties inside it. It’s got to work. Why didn’t I think of it before? The same thing happens again, the wolfsbane and silver attacking the red blood cells, but this time with my saliva they are fighting back. I’ve done it! I’m just about to spin away and celebrate when the healing potency from my saliva fails and the silver and wolfsbane kill any remaining fight left before the cells wither and die. “Fuck, I thought I had it then!” Maybe I just need more of my saliva?