How Can You Cry Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There was no way to move, the only thing he could do was listen to the damn sound of the leaves. His blood had stop dripping many moons before. The headage began to corrode his body slowly, first it was that irritating discomfort, then the blood itself could not leave his mouth moist, then the tears of despair began to fall. He didn't want to cry, he didn't want to give that taste of having become the prey again, but his body and his mind were already different things. When the tears dried up, the time came for supplications and screams, begging for a single drop of blood. He screamed until he felt he had hurt his vocal cords, screamed until he couldn't scream anymore.

I saw that coming. I couldn't take it anymore, I was praying silently for a miracle. “I haven't done anything Father, please let me go..” I couldn't complete my sentence as I started coughing, droplets of blood began falling from my lip, and I whimpered as my head pounded from the pain. He smirked and looked at me coldly. I coughed more violently. I could feel that my eyes were beginning to water. The heat of my tears mixed with the blood that dripped down from the side of my mouth, I didn't know if I was crying from pain or embarrassment of being weak, or some mixture of both.

I think I might have broken a bone. Putting my hand to the part of my arm I could feel the pain on, I felt something like a liquid flow on it, and I was instantly sure it was blood. Blood! Soon as I realized that it could be blood, it immediately got me scared. It could give my identity away. Some wild animals could attack me because of that. Those bloody rogues could easily sniff out my scent too. The thought of that instantly got me crying. All the tears I have been holding in for a while back now, I let them out freely.

It also didn’t help that my reflexes are near non-existent. With a whimper, I scramble to my hunches, crouching on the balls of my feet as my hands instinctively come up to cup my face. A viscous red liquid stains my fingers. I feel it gush down my nostrils and drip down my chin and neck, before seeping into the front of my shirt, quickly staining the top of the faded beige-colored sweater a bright red. In my mouth, I taste the metallic quality of my own blood and as I tentatively touch my nose, the resulting sharp pain actually brings tears to my eyes, making me once again release another pitiful whimper.

They were blood. Every tear that fell from her eyes was a thick, dark drop of blood, staining her pale cheeks. Her wails grew louder, more desperate, and with each one, my chest tightened painfully. The sound of her crying…it clawed at my mind, filling me with an inexplicable sense of sorrow and dread.

Willing to spill my blood in the name of fucking what? Giving in, my knees buckled one last time before I slid to the floor, the sob finally breaking free from my chest. Thick droplets of blood ran down my cheeks and I tried furiously to wipe them away, but they only stained the back of my hands scarlet. Folding my legs in front of my, I rested my forehead on my knees, giving in fully to the tears running down my face. No maids were there to bare witness the pain I was in, leaving my pride somewhat intact.

Blood seeped from her wound, staining the floor a vivid scarlet, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. My world shattered. I dropped to my knees, my arms enveloping Zyra's fragile form, her lifeblood seeping through my fingers. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, intermingling with the raw scent of fear and despair. It was a scene etched into my memory, a portrait of helplessness and fractured bonds.

I certainly wouldn't show I was a bit nervous but I was damn glad to see his quick reaction time. I looked at Ms. Gonzalez to see that she was crying. Blood tears, of course since that was the only fluid vampires had in their body. I had only seen it happen once before. It is said a vampire may only cry a handful of times in their entire existence. “It’s all right,” I said, putting my hand up. “If it’s all the same, I’ll just sit back here,” Godfrey said, sitting on a chair. “Please continue,” I said to the vampire.

Then, when she sees me, hovering over her, her eyes open fully and she tried to move away but her body says otherwise. "Please, do not." I beg with a teary eyed facial expression. If I am a Vampire who can cry, I would have by what happened within a space of minutes, but I have lived to a stage that I have seen different horrors and no matter what, I can only be so devastated, but can't sob. It's crazy.

White and black filled my vision. "Endure it a little more." Conrad's cold voice made goosebumps settle on my skin. "Ugh! My throat hurts from screaming. And tears kept flowing at the side of my eyes. The moment I looked down, realization hit me like a truck. "Why am I...b-bleeding?!" Dark red oozed out of me like water from a broken pipe. The white bedsheet is now stained with my blood and my previously lilac nightgown cannot be recognized by it's soft color anymore.