How Can You Cry Blood Novels & Stories

I grimaced. I bit my tongue hard enough to draw blood. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of making me cry out in pain. I knew tears were streaming out of my eyes, the dirt floor was wet underneath my head. I tried to force myself to stop crying. I tried to get control of my emotions.

I fall on my palms, my vision blurry and red. Red? I lift one hand and touch my cheek before pushing it in front of my blurry eyes. Tears are not the only liquid there. Blood has mixed with tears, turning pink on my skin. I touch my aching left ear to find blood there. What the hell? My chest heaves up and down heavily as I stare at the blood on my hands. If I had my voice right now, my screams would have gathered the whole world to my side. That’s why he took my voice, right?

Picking up a pin, I stabbed me palm with it and let the blood flow, the I had within flow away. I seemed to have lost a lot of blood in the attempt. For as the blood dripped from my palm, so too did the tears flow from my eyes. I lay on the bed wanting to die, crying out to my maker to take away my life, when gradually sleep took over my senses as the blood dripped off my hand and arm onto the floor next to it.

Blood is oozing like a fountain from his severed hand, I cry in panic, draging body backwards. I touch my face and realise his blood has spluttered in my face, it makes me want to puke. I keep on screaming seeing this bloody sight, Diego falls on his knees, crying hysterically. My eyes are unable to waver away from him, he bends down on the ground screaming for help. My body trembles uncontrollably, my heart is about to explode by the rate it is beating at.

"You need to look in the mirror." "What?" I stumbled out of bed. Ugh, I felt weird and slow. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I froze, understanding the strange expression on Ran's face. My eyes were swollen, and it was obvious that I had been crying, but the streaks of tears that had dried on my cheeks were clear and not bloody. I turned on the water and washed my face. Not many knew that I sometimes cried human tears. It was something that I didn't want other Vampires to discover. I was already viewed as different.

“I SWEAR YOU TWO.” Elijah let me go from his grip. But that didn’t stop him from landing a blow on my pretty face. The crack was sickening, a wet snap of cartilage. My head snapped back, a spray of dark blood arching through the air to spatter against the cream-colored wall. I wiped my jaw with the back of my hand, looking at the crimson smear. “Feel better Big brother?” I laughed. A low, guttural sound that bubbled up through the blood on my mouth.

Blood flowed freely from a gaping wound on his forehead, pooling sickeningly on the floor. Tears blurred my vision as I tore a part of my top, ripping under my desperate fingers. I pressed the material against his head to reduce the bleeding, watching as the pale blue cotton immediately darkened to crimson. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, smearing blood across my hands, the scent filling my nostrils and making my stomach lurch violently. "Dad, please, please stay with me," I sobbed uncontrollably, my voice breaking with anguish. His blood felt warm against my cold hands, a horrifying reminder of the life draining from him.

"She should've got enough blood from James to last her for a good month, if not two." "She's been crying nonstop," Zoe said evenly. "So?" "So when a Vampire cries, they go through the body's natural water first. Once that's depleted, they go through their blood supply next as their tears turn from water to blood. It's the equivalent of you humans being severely dehydrated. "Holy shit," Michael breathed, quickening his pace. *

WINTER The sight of blood made my adrenaline spike. My mouth opened and my heart leaped in my chest. I glared at the trickles of blood, hoping that would be able to will them away. No, this can't be happening! That's not blood, is it? My eyes are deceiving me. I am not seeing well because my head is woozy. Yes, yes, that's right. I shook my head and opened my eyes again. To my dismay, the blood continued to streak down my leg. I burst into tears immediately.

Frank hung his head, clenching his knuckles as blood trickled off his palm. He seemed to sniffle as the medical staff looked on in confusion, as if he was crying.