Blood Saliva In The Morning Novels & Stories

Weird! Needing to rest quickly, I immediately went to the bathroom to freshen up. I need to see a doctor because I'm really not feeling well. Every morning, I vomit, and by ten AM, I'm already so sleepy. It's too early for me to sleep at night.

Just like he has always done. I couldn't stand up because I was so intensely weak. The cramps I had were pretty bad, I was sweating all over. I felt some kind of metallic taste in my mouth, also a bile was sitting in my throat. I rushed to the bathroom as I emptied the content of my stomach. 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 colouration in the water. I checked my mouth in the mirror, and my gums were swollen and it was bleeding.

In doing so, he let in fresh air. Six o’clock in the morning Kathy woke groggy with a headache and felt something wet on her face. She touched her face and looked at what was on her hand, it was blood. She sat up quickly and looked at her shirt and skirt and saw she was covered with blood and bits of tissue. “What the fuck!” She yelled.

My voice came out small and uncertain. "You're getting high. I did take too much, since this is your first time. Fuck. I'm the first ever to bite you and take your blood. That means your body will adapt to mine. Right now, my saliva is coursing through your veins and your body will see it as something stronger. It will try to keep it, to strengthen itself. Your body will recognize that to get more saliva, it needs to provide blood in return. It will happily do that. Your body is working very hard to adapt to my needs, and my needs only. It's basing everything entirely on my saliva alone. And you're getting high. In a few hours, you'll be craving more." Sam explained in detail, still walking

I gasp looking at my clock. Fuckkkkk, what’s wrong with me ? Tomorrow is a very busy day! Ow, I feel a sharp pain in my head as I stand up a cough escapes my lips and before I know it more follow and I’m coughing blood.

Instead, I became more wide awake. Sweat ran into my eyes and mouth. I shook my head, dispersing the drops. I began to feel liquid running all over my body. This time, it did not feel like sweat. The liquid was thicker and more viscous. I sniffed and smelled the salty, vaguely rusty smell of blood. Quickly, I looked down at myself and saw the blood like a coat of paint, covering me from head to toe.

The first thing she noticed was the metallic taste in her mouth. The second was the pounding behind her eyes, a slow, brutal thud that felt like someone driving a spike from the base of her skull through the center of her forehead. Lys surfaced into morning with a hiss, hand flying up instinctively. Her fingers came away wet. She blinked at them. Blood smeared across her skin, bright against the pallor. A thin stream ran from her nose to her upper lip, already tacky.

As my brain becomes alert, I’m aware of the unpleasant pounding in my skull and the disgusting feeling of cottonmouth. I slowly sit up and try to move my tongue around hoping to get some saliva to appear and revive the dry state of my mouth that could give the Sahara a run for its money.

“I’m fine—that’s the weird thing.” “Okay. Now tell me everything he said, from the beginning.” “So, I went in and told him what was happening, and he just looked into my nose and then my throat because I said I had a sore throat a week or so ago, but now I think that’s totally unrelated. Then he asked me if I’ve been in an accident recently or had any kind of surgery, a head trauma, a hard hit to the head. I haven’t, and I told him that. Then he asked about the taste of the liquid and I told him I had no idea because I didn’t taste it, obviously. I was fine at the doctor’s office so I couldn’t show him, but I told him it especially starts dripping whenever I lean down for too long, look down

I stay until the light of the sun gets too much and I have no choice but to go to my room for the day. It seemed to be working. Two weeks after the first time, Samuel offered me some more of his blood, which I took, but like the first time, I only took a couple of mouthfuls before closing my bite on his wrist. That morning back in my room, I had the same reaction to his blood as I did the first time. I slept well that day but by the time the 2nd morning came, my fangs were tingling and lengthening on their own and that strange feeling was back once more but not as strong.