Novel & Cerita Does She Know That We Bleed The Same

I stopped right in front of her, staring into her eyes. Trying—desperately—to control the storm raging inside me. Because after what I had just learned… Something was very wrong. "They wanted to take my blood because Bailee needs surgery, but they said my blood doesn’t match hers. Even yours didn’t match, did it?" Rebecca’s face went pale the moment she heard my words. Oh, God. So, my suspicion was right all along? And… this woman already knew? I didn’t even know what I was feeling anymore. Should I be furious? Should I just let it go?

“To aíma mou chýnetai gia na epitrépsei se aftés tis psychés na zísoun. [My blood spills to allow these souls to live].” Kas trembles, watching her arm bleed freely onto the white rug. The blood seems to absorb into the cracks forming on the floor, making them smaller until they disappear and the earthquake stops. Her hand drops to the floor as she feels the effects of the blood loss. My mind churns trying to process what just happened. I don’t care how strong Lex is. With a cut like that, Kas will bleed out before Lex can heal her. “Don’t just stand there!” Saint barks, trying to take over. “STOP HER!”

She nodded, her expression filled with curiosity. "Yes, but where are we going to obtain his blood?" she asked. "Remember when I shared with you about waking up in a pool of blood? In my dream, I witnessed him bleeding, and ever since then, I have been waking up in a pool of blood. I strongly believe..." I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts. "I strongly believe it is his blood," I declared, casting my gaze upon each of them in turn.

I smiled. “She punctured your liver. You’re dying Tami.” Her body jerked and she shut her eyes in pain. “Do you want to know the craziest part of this? I seem to be the only one in this hospital who can help you. We’re made of the same stuff. Have the same blood running through our veins.” Her eyes widened. “Isn’t it wonderful that you have a sister like me? Giving you the opportunity to live.” “Please…” she started pleading.

I gritted. “But they aren’t rumours anymore, are they?” I looked at him clueless, and what he said after, left me in deep thought. “She bled, which means she won’t bleed on her wedding night. Every rumour that has marked her for her entire life would come true that day.” ***

Came a shivering whisper from my lips as i pulled back my arms. "Wu. I think they got you" She said. "You're bleeding too. This is your blood" I blinked, as a soft gasp escaped my lips. I finally recognized my bleeding stomach and that we shared this pool of blood. "Wu. You're bleeding too" She repeated. "I know. I know. It's not that much. Just stay there and hang on. I will do too" I lied because i could barely move on the ground. "Promise me that"

“The cuts are shallow, you don’t need to worry about them.” “But they are still bleeding, they need to be cleaned.” She said and I smiled at her concern. The fact that she couldn’t feel the mating bond was something, or maybe she could, she just didn’t understand what she was feeling, and that was something that I kept in mind as it surprised me more than anything. Her eyes met mine for a second before she extended her hand to mine, taking the towel to wipe off a little blood that was still coming out of the cut. I didn’t even understand why it was bleeding as much as it was, but in all honesty, that was the least of my concerns.

I asked her once, showing with my tone that I was shocked and also rejecting at once. “Yes!” She responded. “Thankfully, I have a small hint of the moon goddess glow in me so my blood matches yours to a feasible extent. Hence, I can give you what you need.” “But you will bleed out and—” “Listen to me.” She cut me off again, this time harshly, and just then I noticed the Dark One begin to move. “We have to do this now, Ciril! I’ve stood idly in three wars and done nothing but still survived so I’m not dying from a mere bleed.” She said and ripped her hand away from my grip.

“I can smell it. I can feel it in my bones. You can shut me out, but I still know my own blood.” Her voice was quiet, but the edge was sharp. “You see what you want to, Damon.” I stepped closer. She didn’t move back, though her pulse quickened. I could hear it. “Do you think I don’t recognize the sound of my son’s heartbeat?” My voice shook. “Do you think I can’t tell when my own blood runs through my daughter’s veins?” Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to look away. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

I wetted the cotton and wipe the tear stain and the mascara remains. My pants are stained with blood when I inspect my buttock, the realization almost knocks me out of my breath. Just how am I suppose to face Liam? Did he see it? Or is it possible he turns blind for a nanosecond? Shit! Shit! shit! He'll probably know I have my periods!!!! Kill me, please!!!