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I opened the box to find —fifty tiny vials of blood. Before Cristina left to take Guy back to earth, she took some of his blood and stored It In a hidden location on the ship. She knew that one day we may need It If we ever had to leave the planet or in the event of an emergency. Us Bampires on earth needs the blood of a human to survive. If we do not have blood, we will instantly die. It's the only way for our body to modify Itself for us to adapt to earth’s surroundings. It will also change our color of skin. We will no longer look blue. Instead, we will look like a human but with paler skin tones. When Cristina hid this, she did not let anyone know about this except me. The only one she k

The energy level is as low as 40% at inhaling plum blossoms scent but emerging with the Host in a plum bosoms scent will restore its full energy at 80%. [Eager for or marked by the shedding of blood, violence, or killing but was restricted because of the promise contract to the Host that the poisonous blood thirsty GU is currently residing in to supplement its body] The blood thirstiness Gabriele a while ago disappeared in a flash after system ‘Eye’ once again occupied filling the black hole, letting the blood thirsty GU that was about to burst out after preparing himself, to retract his insect body and gone to where his usual place is with a dejected atmosphere surrounding him.

Gabrielle said fearfully. “I know, I know, but the only viable way to find some sort of cure using my blood is that way,” I said confidently. "I could verify that what Daemon said was true, and like it or not, having an infected person in the lab would be a good thing. Or at the very least, blood and dead tissue samples." “You're really serious,” Gabrielle said incredulously. "I don't want to sound stale, but you have to think about the baby you're carrying in your belly. Exposing yourself like that to silk sickness is dangerous."

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

Stephen explained a bit. "Ohhh that's why everyone was tense when I first entered the office. And Max left the office when I had the finger cut". Callum exclaimed and Max nodded. "Yes. Among all of us, Max has the least tendency of blood tolerance. Because he still prefers Human blood unlike us. And mostly unlike me. Because I don’t feed on human blood. Like only once or twice. Otherwise I am happy to be a lion hunter". Stephen smiled. "So that wasn't the Red Cherry Wine you were drinking". Callum thought for a while and then his eyes were wide again. Stephen looked at him and laughed out loud.

"Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!" ​Seraphina looked at the green rune on the floor. She looked at the hounds closing in on Kael. He was fighting three at once, his movements slowing as the creatures' icy breath drained his warmth. ​She didn't have a knife. She looked at the sharp, broken edge of a crystal vase on the nightstand. She grabbed it and, without letting herself think, sliced it across her palm. ​"Please work," she whispered. ​She slammed her bleeding hand onto the center of the green rune.

I was about moving my feet from the pool of blood it is soaked in when I felt it, a sharp tear in my back Wesh. Fuck!!, I hate getting sketches, the mother-fucking Eme it takes to heal sketches equals another bed rest, worst nightmare. An axe is being shoved into my back, pretty sure I will be having splitted bones by now, my eyes are getting blurry, oh yes, as a result of too many bloods loss, you tend to lose your vision. I vaguely saw an image of smoke holding something sharp and running towards me before a sharp needle pierced him and the image collapsed cold on the floor.