Blood Thinner And Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Or are you practicing for when the kids bring home headlice?” “Oh my gawd,” Aislen gaped at him. “Headlice.” “Yeah, it’s totally a thing,” he told her. “I get a lot of mummies in for tattoos, and they tend to do it in pairs or small groups. It’s like a bonding thing. They sit, I tattoo them, they talk to each other. Stuff like little Jenny Junior brought home headlice for the fifth time this year and now the mummy-getting-Jenny’s name tattooed with a rose has to treat the whole family for headlice, and wash all the bedding, again,” he put stress on the again as he opened the vanity and retrieved a face cloth. “I don’t listen to a lot of what they’re saying unless I think they’re talking to

She was more concerned about something else. "Is there a way to ease the pain in case it hurts too much?" She asked with slight fear. Damien assuringly answered her every query with patience. "For smaller tatts, we can use a numbing cream. For bigger ones, numbing cream and over-the-counter pain killers would do. I can also help you with the aftercare if you want the ink somewhere out of your reach," Damien stated.

Pressing my fingers to my temple, I replied helplessly, "What do you mean, 'do'? We're not the mafia here. Can you speak like a normal person, please?" "Are you just going to sit back and let this slide? I'm not okay with that." "I won't let it slide." I would not do anything reckless, but I would not let Ethan get off easy either. I wanted him to remember my name for the rest of his life. I wanted it etched into his heart, burned into his skin, a mark so deep that it could never be erased even if he scraped off his flesh. "Don't hurt her." The voice on the other end paused in surprise. "What?"

The metal taste filled my mouth, but I knew it was going to be worse. “Hold my hands.” Maddox held out his hands for me. I didn’t realize mine was shaking until he held them still. “Okay. So I am going to mark the artery on your next. You must bite down hard enough to pierce it with your fangs and then drink his blood for a minute straight and vice versa. While you do that, I will be injecting a herb combination into the I.V. bags. When your saliva starts flowing through the veins, the tattoo will appear and run down your chest. It’s more of a burning sensation from what I have been told.”

The bell above the tattoo shop door jingled as I pushed it open, my heart hammering against my ribs. I’d been thinking about this for months — finally getting ink on my breasts, something delicate and feminine to reclaim my body after a shitty breakup. The shop was called Ink & Skin, tucked into a quiet corner of the city with blacked-out windows and neon signs that hummed faintly. It was late afternoon, and the place was empty except for the artist behind the counter.

I let go of him and took the disinfectant towel Jasper handed me, carefully wiping my hands. "People who've been tainted… I don't want those either." Joshua went rigid, all color draining from his face. I gave a slight nod to the tattoo artist I had called in. The artist picked up his machine and began marking Joshua's body without hesitation. Joshua screamed. One stroke after another, the ink carved itself into his skin, his arms, his neck, even his face, leaving behind glaring red text. He cried, begged, then cursed. By the end, he lay collapsed on the floor, his body covered in grotesque red markings.

His gaze swept from my face to the side of my neck and back. "The anti-toxin needs a base of fresh blood. Reverse-blood toxin targets ancient royal lineage. Only blood from the same source can neutralize the necrotic factor it produces. Your blood." He tore open the packaging. Sterile glove on the right hand. The left hand bare. The blood scab across his thumb was dark red, cutting across his lifeline. "How much." I extended my left arm. Sleeve rolled to the elbow. A faint purple-yellow bruise sat on the inside of my forearm, left there three days ago when Elias drew blood. Still hadn't faded. Under the lamp it glowed sickly yellow, the edges spreading.

The syringe slowly sucked up the mysterious liquid, filling the clear chamber. My eyes locked onto the medicine, a sudden wave of suspicion hitting my mind. The fluid inside the tube wasn't clear or translucent like normal medicine; it was a thick, milky white color that looked incredibly heavy and strange. Veronica stepped closer to the edge of the bed, gently peeling back the heavy white sheets to expose my bare leg, right below the fresh bandage around my thigh. Without a second of warning, she precisely drove the sharp needle straight into my skin, pushing the thick white liquid deep into my muscles.

"You tattoo artists are always covered in blood. I'd think you'd be used to it." Kai grinned, a flash of white teeth. "That's other people's blood. Very different. Other people's blood is just part of the job. My blood is a design flaw." Marcus felt something tighten in his chest at the smile. He ignored it and walked over to the supply cabinet. He gathered a suture kit, a syringe of lidocaine, antiseptic, and a fresh stack of gauze. He brought everything back to the exam table and set it on the metal tray.

"You're going to be okay, my love. I'm here for you, and I'll do everything I can to help you heal." As Dr. Brooks returned with the equipment, Kie rolled up his sleeve, revealing his muscular forearm with my name tattooed on it. "Let's do this," he said, his eyes locked onto my face. Dr. Brooks nodded and began the procedure, inserting the needle into Kie's vein. His blood flowed into the bag, rich and vibrant, filled with the power to heal. Bella climbed into my bed and placed her tiny hand on my chest to help heal me as she had done every night since they came home.