Ear Bleeding After Piercing Novels & Stories

It was enough to cause me to panic. "Vincent... your ears are..." He frowned, reaching up to touch his right ear. "Your ears are bleeding," I rasped, glancing around just in case there was some tissues lying around. Thankfully, I found one. I hurried towards it and grabbed it. Then, I rushed back to him. He appeared dizzy. Grabbing his hand, I made him sit on a chair. He closed his eyes when I started to wipe off the blood. "Don't overreact, Rylee. It's probably nothing," Vincent said and I straightened, my eyes narrowed.

Therefore, holding the earrings in the palm of one’s hand probably wouldn’t produce very authentic results. Without hesitating, I grabbed the letter opener that was sitting on the conference table and pricked my finger, wincing from the brief sting of pain. A bead of blood formed a moment later with a little pressure, and I carefully dropped it onto one earring, then another. Andrei and I stared at the earrings, which were now wet and sticky with blood. Nothing happened. Andrei quirked a brow at me. “Are they supposed to do something special, or…?”

I have almost slept only for five minutes, this explains why my eyes are still burning. "Blake?" I called his name but no response. "Blake, where are you?" I peeled the bedsheet off me before placing my feet on the cold tiles but felt the piercing pain under my feet like a sharp needle entered into my skin in one shot that made me stumble back and I fell down with my butt. There I saw red liquid is running everywhere from my feet just ahead of the broken glass which was stained with my blood. Damn!! No wonder why I have piercing pain! But... Broken glass?

It took all my strong will not to cry or wail. Before my watchful gaze I saw them all leave the mini house and disappear into the night. For many minutes I only stood at the entrance staring into blank space. Just about three hours since they left I felt the cramp. I realized my nose is bleeding again. Swiftly I dashed to the sink where I throw up. At night! This only occurs at night. I wiped off the blood from my nose with a tissue but when I turn around to walk out I collided with Soraya.

{ Ahhh ahhh ahhh } I snap my head over to Jared who’s back on the floor and pulling at his pants { it hurts, it hurts } I run over to him and extend my claw, tearing at the areas he was pointing to just above his knee on the left leg, there was something protruding from the spot that pushed slowly through until the flesh teared then slowly a silver liquid trickled out of the wound, the smell was so putrid that I had to make a step back and cover my nose with a rag from my pocket. After the silver ran out his blood began to flow, slowly a tainted and dark red almost black looking shade of blood, it ran until something shiny began to show at the wounds opening, then slowly five beads in total

Not waiting for my response, I see her rushing out of the backyard. I walk to the bamboo chairs and I sit on one of them while Owen brings me tissues for my nosebleed. It’s not severe, I can feel it and my face doesn’t hurt that much. I press the tissues slightly to my nose and a wince comes out of my mouth. Okay, maybe the smack is stronger than I thought. I’ll probably have a bruised face tomorrow. Maybe I can cover the bruise up with make-up.

I shook my head, about to sit next to him to put the gloves on when he pulled me back down so that we were in the same position as before. I gave him a stern look and he just shrugged, turning the TV on and staring at me as if I were the screen. I put the gloves on and loaded the piercing gun after sanitizing everything. I grabbed a cotton ball and cleaned his ear, then positioned the piercing gun on the spot I marked out.

I blinked away the tears from my eyes, before cleaning my face with my sleeve and looking up at him. "In case you're curious about this, it's nothing. I'm actually healthy, it's just that… you're not supposed to see this in the first place," he murmured the last part and ruffled his hair, seemingly lost in thought, before continuing. "I'm not good with tight closures. Less ventilation caused this," he explained, pointing to his bleeding nose. Wasn't he bleeding too much? His hands were already stained with blood, yet he seemed unfazed. "I wasn't supposed to go too deep inside you, so that's the cause. You've already aroused me, but I can't continue. Expect me anytime in the night."

I sat in it for a while, letting it fill the space where the noise had been. Then, slowly, carefully, I cleaned up. I used a piece of toilet paper, pressing it gently against the cut until the bleeding stopped. Dabbed the area clean with water and a cloth. Rolled my jeans back down. Smoothed my sweater. Put the razor back in the drawer, behind the cotton pads, exactly where it had been. I looked at myself in the mirror. The girl staring back looked normal. Calm, even. Her eyes were a little red, maybe, but that could be anything. Allergies. Tiredness. A long day. Nobody would look at her and know.

The boy with the shaggy blonde hair, and the kid with the crooked glasses both had bite wounds to their necks, marks that would scar given the boys were newly shifted. The one that had a silver hoop in his left ear had a bite mark on his arm and a face full of scratches that were slowly beginning to heal. Most of his blood loss came from his ear, where I’d torn the earring and part of his lobe, clean off his body. Out of the last two, one was curled into a fetal position, a growing patch of blood on the crotch of his jeans. The last was face down, whimpering in a pool of his own blood.