Novel & Cerita Ink In My Veins

He begins to tremble, sweat sliding down his temples. "Dude, what are you doing?" He asks, his voice trembling. My vision turns a bright red but I begin to see things more clearly, like the veins under the skin of his neck. The blood in his veins seems to be calling out for me. So, I pin him to the wall, not sensing or seeing anything but my thirst for blood.

Addiction is a vise clutching one’s arteries, venules, and veins, all the blood vessels. Even if they are filled with sinful cells, composed of nutrition from humans. His blood was as red as a human’s because in appearance they didn’t look different. Only he knew how black it was in levels indiscernible to the sharpest eyes, of his own kind, of vampires.

Blaze, gripped by impatience, groaned, "You talk too much. Just do it, Goddammit!" Responding to the exigency, Dexter elongated his fangs with a swift motion, ready to drink from Blaze's neck, but Blaze intervened, "Do you have to feed from my neck? Use my wrist instead." Dexter scoffed, "For someone who is at the brink of death, you are pretty audacious. The internal jugular veins, vital conduits for blood, run discreetly on both sides of the neck. They mirror the path of the carotid arteries, offering a direct route to the heart. If I release the serum into these veins, it would swiftly reach the heart and circulate throughout the body, expediting its effects.

Make me something else. The younger witch lifts a carved glass syringe and dips it into the bowl. The liquid coils upward like smoke, drawn eagerly toward the needle. My veins turn to ice. “No…” I choke, thrashing against the vines. “Stop… stop… don’t…” She smiles. “This won’t hurt for long.” She presses the needle to my arm. And drives it in. Blue fire shoots through my bloodstream. My skin glows from the inside, veins flaring purple. My scream rips raw from my throat, bouncing off the cavern walls.

God, not again! How did this asshole find me in here? With adrenaline still pumping through my veins, my chest rose and fell with shaky breaths and I quickly stumbled to my face, turning my face away when I heard his quiet footsteps approach my direction. His presence always came with heat of a flame, burning brightly in the dark, knowing that somewhere in there, was a moth waiting to rush towards the sizzling addiction. “I…I'm sorry about…I mean, I didn't think…I just needed…” I tried to come up with an excuse, realising that this could be a private quarters I'd trespassed into.

I stood in front of the floor-length mirror and gasped at my reflection. The burns and marks had nearly all faded. However, the entire left side of my body from the top of my thigh and up to my neck had blackened veins swirling around it. It was the same way the veins swirled from where the shadow punctured earlier. They descended from my neck to connect all the way to where Ezekiel and Heath had been injecting me. Oh, Goddess, no. This could not be happening. I lifted my finger to it, and the veins moved, interacting with my fingertip. I knew this was related to the substance, but I was not sure why it was reacting differently this time. What did it mean? What were those shadow fucks anyway

The technician trembled slightly under the crushing, suffocating weight of Kaelen's oppressive presence. He quickly wiped my clammy skin with a stinging antiseptic swab before raising the silver needle. Pinch. The exact moment the steel tip pierced my vein and my artificially darkened blood began to fill the glass vial, the nightshade in my system hit its absolute, catastrophic peak. A sudden, violent wave of dizziness crashed over my brain, the entire courtyard violently tilting to the left. The world grew freezing cold. My breathing turned incredibly shallow as the ingested poison fought a brutal, agonizing war to keep my true nature buried deep within my marrow.

Walking into the bathroom connecting to the living room next and next to the washroom I stop at the counter. Turning I pulled back up the back of my shirt and looked at it wide eyed “shit” I whispered looking at the large purple shaded bruise that seemed to spread over my lower back red like veins peeking out behind it trailing upward. ‘That explains the burning feeling I guess’ I thought while looking at the veins. Taking in a few deep breaths I watch how the veins move under my skin turning slightly black. “Is that normal?” Sebastian asked from next to me, causing me to jump a little.

I crashed to the ground, writhing in agony, and fighting hard to not scream out in pain. This was unlike anything I've felt before, it was a hundred times worse than the normal pain. My nails grew out and. I dug them into my flesh hoping that I could concentrate on the smaller pain, but it didn't help one bit. From where my nails scared me, reddish black veins began popping out and growing all over my body. Instinctively, I knew that once these veins reached my heart or brain I was going to die.

I yelled snatching my med kit from the chef and set it down on the bed beside Brandon. I brought out my stethoscope and hung it on my chest. I listened to his heartbeat. So weak but fast. I took out a new syringe and tore the wrapper. I drained the blue liquid substance in a bottle and reached for Brandon’s arm. I looked for a vein.. Oh fu-k!. Why must he be so thick? I raised his arm looking seriously for a vein. I didn’t mean to hurt him but I hit his arm hard and a green vein popped out.