Dried Blood On Concrete 소설 & 이야기

I stepped over a fallen archway and entered. My foot crunched onto broken tiles, and immediately I saw it—dark stains pooled at the center of the cracked floor, almost too old to be noticed unless you looked closely. I knelt down. The stains weren’t just dark; they were deep. Almost etched into the floor itself. Blood. Old blood. Dried and yet… still holding its shape. My breath caught as I brushed my fingers over it. The texture was grainy, sticky with age. Not paint. Not rust. It was blood. And it had formed into something.

“It’s okay, Knox.” I shouldn’t have let that car get ahead of me. By the time I… by the time I pulled myself together and started looking again, I found this.” He gestured down. I followed his hand—and my stomach clenched violently. A streak of dark brown liquid drying into the cracked pavement. Blood.

Without hesitation, they descended. The basement was a nightmarish laboratory. Cracked glass containers lined the walls, their contents long gone but leaving behind sinister stains. At the far end of the room, a large, empty pool dominated the space. The dried blood coating its surface glinted under the dim lights. Rowan’s gaze fell on the massive blood pool, bigger than an Olympic-sized pool, his stoic expression tightening. The dried blood clinging to its surface shimmered faintly, the metallic stench making the air almost unbreathable. His sharp eyes caught strange carvings etched into the stone surrounding the pool. The symbols seemed to pulsate faintly, emanating a sinister energy.

Darius's POV The blood had dried brown against the stone floor of the apartment. I had made sure of it. Not too much, not too little. Just enough to suggest injury without confirming death. A few drops near the bed. A small smear on the wall. A torn strip of fabric from her gown, stained dark, left near the edge of the clearing where the hounds would find it. Lucian would find it. I was almost certain.

POV Aiden Moving the flashlight from one side to the other and back again. I tired retracing my steps. Had I went to the right or more straight, maybe a little of both. Cherry black dots became visible on the ground increasing in number and size as I moved forward. Leaning down I ran a finger across one. “Blood.” Juxes confirmed. This was not like the small pools of dried blood in the first chamber, this was older. Following the increasing drops and streaks of blood my flashlight found the object my foot had earlier. At first I couldn’t make out what it was, moving closer I bent down. It resembled a wet brown paper bag that had been sprayed with dark red dye.

"Help Micah clear the hallway." Mitchell does not hesitate. He moves past me, his boots crunching on something gritty. I do not follow him. My feet freeze on the bottom step. Right there, in the centre of the floor, is a massive smear of dark, thick blood. It covers a four-foot patch of stone, bright red and glistening under the torchlight. It is Nina’s blood. I know the scent. It is sweet, too sweet for a human, carrying a faint, spicy undertone that makes the hair on my arms stand up.

Jax zipped it shut without a word. Cole went to work on the floor. He poured the enzyme solution directly onto the large blood pool, letting it break down the proteins for a few minutes before soaking it all up with absorbent pads. Then he scrubbed the wooden floorboards vigorously. The blood had seeped into the cracks, so we had to pry up two stained boards completely and replace them with spare ones from the utility closet that matched the color and grain perfectly. I wiped down the walls and the edge of the sofa where faint splatter had reached. We vacuumed the entire area with a HEPA filter, then sprayed luminol everywhere to check for any invisible traces. The sharp smell of bleach and

DANTE Dark streaks. What the fuck is that? I moved toward it and at first I thought it was oil because the ground was filthy enough for it, but the closer I got, the more the color changed under the fading light. Too dark in some places. Brown-red in others. Blood… dried up ones. “Rafael,” I called. Both of them came over. Enzo crouched beside me and stared at the streaks. “Well,” he said softly. “That’s charming.”

As I walk by, my eyes catch the creamy white and red tinged splash on the ground while gingerly avoiding to step on them. What a fucking mess on my pristine white floor.

She nodded absentmindedly. “Sure. Yeah. Thanks.” I walked across the kitchen, took a mug from the cabinet, and set a kettle on the stove to boil. As I moved around the room, I glanced out the back window. Dark red blood stained the porch floorboards, the walkway leading down the steps, and the grass stretching toward the woods. Orion was kneeling nearby, carefully examining the trail. I couldn’t even see the worst of it, but the small amount I could see already made my stomach twist.