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Crimson said, Blanche found them behind the computer, Crimson's hand was on the back of Forest's, comforting her as the latter stared at the sparse blood in her hand. "What happened?" Forest sobbed and was about to cry but Blanche enveloped her in a sige hug and let Crimson explained what happened. "She was just silent, not until she saw blood on her underwear and touched it and then scream." Blanche studied the perplexed but embarrassed face of Forest. It took a while for her to get it and was about to speak out when Hent's voice blarwd in first. "She is having her menstruation. Based on the blood I saw, it was less concentrated and has fewer blood cells than ordinary blood."

lovely and loved by everyone at Willow. Quirking a brow and trying to decipher whether he was trying to play dumb or he genuinely didn't know she was dead, I gave him an honest answer. "She's dead. Cancer's a bitch in nowadays" Leukemia being the referred bitch. "Well...I didn't know that. My condolence to you" "How?" "How what?" "How do you know she was...that we are related?" He gazed at me for a minute again before returning his eyes to the road.

she said. “I specialize in that,” I said. “But tell me it doesn’t fit. ‘Only together can they leave the web.’ Not one leaving the other behind. *Together.*” She pressed her fingers to her mouth, then let them drop. “I don’t like the ‘spill the last blood’ part,” she said. “I don’t like any version where any of you are bleeding.”

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

"Then why is there blood on the sheet?" I sighed, biting the bottom of my lips nervously. "I didn't know my period was going to arrive today; it completely slipped my mind," he didn't say anything. I guess it’s final; he is completely grossed out by me. "I'm sorry I bled out, all over the bedsheet." Tears welled up in my eyes from shame. I heard Sin sigh. "I thought it was something serious; you really scared the hell out of me, Amore. It's natural to bleed out during your menstrual cycle, so I am not angry."

“What the hell did you do? Why is she bleeding?” I quickly step between them. “He did nothing wrong, Reed.” Before I could finish what I was going to say, Reed bellowed. “Nothing wrong? You’re fucking bleeding.” “Yes, Reed, I am, and it will keep happening at least once a month for the next thirty to forty years.” The anger fades from Reed's face and is replaced with confusion as he tries to make sense of what I just said. “Oh shit.” I heard Lucas say as it clicked for him.

He shook his head. “The other day,” she continued, excited to be able to tell someone, “I had this urge, it was so strong. I haven’t told anyone. But like, when I was with Blake, I felt this need to, like, feed on him. Like, drink his blood. I’m sorry, I know that sounds gross. But I can’t deny it. I really did. Not that I understand it. I was afraid it might happen with you. But the weird thing is, when I’m around you, I don’t get that urge. I don’t understand that, either. Am I losing my mind?” He turned and stared at her.

The same as her fear, relief, or any raw emotion they couldn't hide from me along with the beat of her heart. "When I applied pressure to it to try and stop the bleeding, I pulled my hand back and it was gone. Like it was me." I clenched my teeth at the idea. I knew I could heal her, or anyone else, because of my blood. It made little sense as to why hers did the same, but I wasn't going to question the gift it was. I was thankful instead, showing it, as I didn't fight her or make some cruel remark. "Do I have things I can do to you?" Did she ever. But it wasn't the question she was truly asking.

He waited for her to tell him where she was bleeding, his gaze steady and expectant, while she fidgeted awkwardly. She wasn’t even sure if he even knew what a period was. As far as she knew, female werewolves didn’t bleed every month like human women. "You're hurt?" he asked, growing impatient now. Her lack of response only fueled the knot of worry growing inside him. She sighed inwardly, her cheeks began to burn again as she lowered her gaze and said, "I've got my periods."

“The bullet caused significant internal bleeding. We’re doing everything we can.” “Everything?” I step closer. “What does that mean?” “It means we need blood.” My heart stutters. “Blood?” “Yes. She’s lost a lot. We’re waiting on the blood bank, but—” His eyes flick to me, sharp and assessing. “What’s your blood type?” “AB positive,” I answer instantly. I don’t even remember learning it, but I know it like I know my own name. The doctor nods. “So is she.” I don’t hesitate.