Romans & histoires Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Location

And then, when I looked at Mila, I saw it — a tiny tear clinging to the edge of her lower lid. ***

"How do I do it ?" I take the limp arm out of her hands and pull back the jacket sleeve. The blood vessels run like dark rivers under the skin in the moonlight. So tempting and vibrant. Gently I put a canine to the skin. With a quick jerk I draw a narrow tear in the skin, and the river of blood flows freely out of the wound. She needs no further encouragement. I can see how the metallic, captivating scent hits her nose, and she puts her lips over the tear. With a clear indication of pleasure, she sucks the liquid up.

I had nearly broken Mitchell' collarbone in the middle of the courtyard for that. I stepped out onto the bathmat. The mirror was completely fogged over. I took a towel, wiped a jagged circle through the condensation, and leaned in to look at my teeth. I froze. The toothbrush dropped from my fingers. It hit the porcelain sink with a sharp click and rolled into the drain. On the left side of my neck, just below the jawline, the skin was torn. The edges were clean, four neat punctures surrounded by a deep, purple bruise that had already begun to yellow at the fringes. A marking.

“It has to be done Amelia, we can’t risk you getting an infection” Tears welled in my eyes as again a sharp pain went through my body, starting at the large wound on my head. I felt all my muscles begin to spasm as I desperately tried to control or at least hide the pain. Quiet whimpers escaped my mouth as I held my lips together tightly and I heard Abran sigh. I closed my eyes again and laid still for what felt like hours, finally my eyes open with tears streaming down my face to Abran kissing my cheek softly.

Ignoring me she continued with her struggle while groaning and gasping in between due to ache. “Do you really think, you will get anything by doing all this?” She questioned gritting at me with her canines appearing visible to me. I chuckled looking into her once vibrant eyes turned into a dull one due to the endless tears, mirroring the pain she is enduring. Her once radiant face with powers and glaze, was now smeared with dried tears that left trails of sorrow etched upon her delicate skin.

We aren’t strong enough! Frustration surges through me, and the vampire chuckles above me, smiling into my face. “Are those tears?” He drags a finger underneath my eyes, collecting a single tear. “It is...” his scary smile widens. “That’s lovely: I love it when my victims are terrified. It makes the blood taste even sweeter!”

All three vampires suck in air. “It’s really true?” Demetrius asks, looking at me. “On three,” I say to him. “One, two, three.” Drake looks to see Demetrius take his first step into the sun in who knows how many years. “It doesn’t hurt,” he says excitedly. We take several more steps before he’s able to stand beside Drake. Then both of them lift their heads to the sun and I see blood tears begin dripping from Demetrius’ eyes.

“Rueben?” Lazy, heavy lidded eyes met mine. My heart squeezed. “Does it still hurt badly?” He made a lazy, soft sound in the back of his throat as he nodded. Fuck. He looked like a mess!!! Any more of this and… and he might actually die!!! His right eye was ballooned shut, colored purple, black and a bit yellow but was healing, there was a big, jagged cut across his cheek and his upper lip had a big blood clot that had dried there….

Darcio roared, charging even faster than before, sinking his teeth into Dearon's side— My mouth opened in a silent scream. A single tear slid down my cheek. Dearon rolled to the side, letting Darcio's teeth rip his flesh. A thick stream of Dearon's blood stained the ground, but he leaped back to his feet, a powerful growl tearing through his throat. Then he lunged, diving low and closing his jaws over Darcio's neck. A sliver of hope flared within me, but then I saw it—the odd, unnatural glow in Darcio's eyes. The power of the Moon Tear…

⫘☠︎︎⫘ Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ My left eye was gone to darkness, swollen shut so bad I couldn’t even force it open. Every breath burned like glass tearing through my ribs. My jaw felt split in two, bone grinding against bone every time I clenched my teeth to stop myself from groaning. I knew it was fractured, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of a sound.