Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Narrow Minded Man

I just stood there, watching. Amara wasn’t responding. No movement. No sound. After a while, the doctor removed his gloves and turned to face me. “She has low blood sugar,” he said. “Her blood pressure is high, and the dislocation is more serious than we thought.” I stared at him. “So what you’re saying is… she might die?” He didn’t respond fast enough. I reached for the gun on my waist and pulled it. I didn’t aim. I just let him see it properly.

“Maybe because the idea of putting a bullet in your brain turns me on. It’s not your body that turns me on or your innocent look. I’m not interested in all that pretty white skin. I want your blood on my hands and your brains at my feet.” I recoil from his grasp, wanting to scream, to fight, but knowing that I can’t. This man won’t hesitate to snap my neck. It’s best to be docile and hope for the best. When he finally shoves me away, I gather myself into a ball against the seams of the wall to make myself appear harmless and less noticeable. The man pushes himself to stand on the mattress, hovering over me. “You know your father once killed a toddler. An innocent child whose only crime was b

the bigger blonde man brought his wrist to his teeth and bit through it as he knelt beside her. She jerked back in shocked surprise. “What are you doing?” “I am vampire. My blood has healing qualities,” the man replied confidently as he held his wrist over Niarthen’s mouth, squeezing Niarthen’s cheeks with the other hand in order to part his lips and allow the blood to run between them. “And has proven itself to treat the water-illness and reverse the zombification. We will treat you and your other companion when we return to the other side of the water, but your man is very frail…” He returned his wrist to his mouth licking the wound, and she marvelled to see that it disappeared.

"Stubborn blood pet." I glance aside, that nickname too personal, too painful, that I feel the pain of old memories spiking through my body in a burning, ebbing ache. I look up to the man that orchestrated the attack on me and the warriors outside the pack lands. He is too tall to distinguish from the towering pines, his bruting features outline in dark, hazy shadows of the full moon behind him. He is shameless, fierce, and overwhelms me with panic. "If you want to live, you'll learn your place, blood pet," he grumbles.

Napabuntong hininga na lang ako and I decided to sit in in the blood river, my legs are tired from all standing up. The man across me chuckled as he saw what I did. Napabuntong hininga naman ulit ako, it seems like the recent people I have met if not mad-crazy, they do have a few loose screws on the head. Gaya nito, this situation isn’t something to be laughing off. The man in grey robe laugh his ass off as he continue to step forward toward the river. He stop just before his feet hits the blood river. “Little Lady, did you know that everyone has something they want to conquer?” the man began talking once again as he crouch down for our eyes to be leveled.

We thought you were a broken mutation that lost the right to the high court. A sudden, immense tremor vibrated through the shared consciousness—a mental wave so heavy, ancient, and deep it felt like the shifting of tectonic plates. It was the voice of the Blood-born leader, waking up from a centuries-old slumber, its thoughts finally untangled from the suffocating fog of the starvation disease.

But that is not my fault. I smiled when I realized everything. "They tried to kill me but they didn't know biting me is a suicide." They are also taking a suicide if they wanted to bite me. All this time, I didn't know that my blood was worse than some other poisonous thing. But having this kind of blood, where did I get it? Or maybe my blood is really poisonous to their vampires. I didn't think much and called Rogelou, one of the students I was scared when I found out he had killed his step father.

I knew for sure that this day was my death, just had to wait for the painless wound. A man carrying a machete stared at me with a red eye then started slowly towards me , his machete dripped of blood, his hand tied with a scarf. Everything about him reflected “death”. I could not bear the thought of being hitched to death, it was surely not the painless death that I had prayed to come.

Third person's POV. Amaya was laid on a flatbed unconsciously as a bald man was busy working on her back that was pierced through by a sharp arrow. The bald man was a metal man who dealt with killing metallic poison or wolf bane. In other words, he was a doctor who specialized only in removing sharp objects from inside a wolf or a human. The first image Amaya saw when she regained her consciousness was the bald man in a white coat, kneeling beside her. She heard soft footsteps and distant voices as she tore her eyes open.