My Kitten Bite Me And Drew Blood Novels & Stories

Kira's voice cut in. She was talking to Kate. "Who are you?" Kate asked, her eyes darting between Kira and me. "I'm Kira, your doctor," she answered, "Can you walk?" "I think so," she said and tried to stand up. Kira held her hand to support her. Kate's hand went to her neck, the exact spot where I had bitten her. It was healed, with no single sign of injury. Her eyes widened in disbelief, "I can't find the spot where you bit me," she said, facing me.

After they brought the poor kitten to me we went to the vet as fast as we could, luckily they were still open. They were closed until nine o'clock. They examined the feline and the vet told us that he was just bruised; they rubbed his weak little legs and I don't know what else they did to him. They gave us some kind of litter box for the kitten. We were officially his guardians. I think so. Kayler still isn't happy about having him but I explained to him a million times that I'm keeping him. He had no choice but to accept.

I relaxed and was going to cut the call when he asked to bring her to his clinic for checkup. I just hummed and cut the call, entering the room, I looked at the sleeping form of my kitten, she has became thin and pale. Occupying the space besides her on the bed I entered my hand in her shirt and it on her stomach “my blood” a monster’s blood. Gently caressing her stomach I thought if she would want to keep my child in her pure womb or abort it. Of course she will keep it, she is such a pure soul she won’t take an innocent life.

One of the paramedics, an older woman with short cropped hair and dimples, smiles at me. “Don’t worry, ma’am,” she replies. “We’ll get you an ultrasound as soon as we get to the hospital, but I don’t see any bleeding. I think your baby is alright for now.” The words calm me as I’m loaded into the ambulance, but then there’s the sound of footsteps. “Wait,” Officer Hernandez cries before running up to us and placing the kitten on my chest. I can see several scratches on her hands. Jonathan looks put-out but he settles happily once he realizes it’s me. The paramedic shakes her head.

“Excuse me, sir,” I laugh while lifting the kitten off my laptop. “Some of us have to work around here.” I kiss his little head before putting him down on the floor. We’ve only had the kittens a few days and I’m already attached. If I’m feeling this way, then Briar is full-blown in love, and I know these kittens aren’t going anywhere.

I want to respect Amelie’s privacy given that we had not been together. Kate was commenting as she went, “The bite was deep, but I do not think it was deep enough to change the bond,” she says. “I felt him bite her, but our connection did not change,” I say as she continues her examination. “Her leg needs stiches,” she offers. I look down and see deep gouges in the calf of her leg. “Her wolf will not heal her?” I ask.

I mean, even is cousin have a snake tattoo on his neck. I wonder just what they mean though. My mind was cut back to them when I heard the little nasty thing talk once again. "Ok Pappi, I'll wait for you, but don't be long" she says cheerfully. She leans in and gives him a kiss on both of his cheeks while his gaze was still fixed on me. She jumps down from his lap and walks over to me. "Bye, I'd love to see you again" she says. Huh!

Black blood splatters across the room, and Hunter knocks the clearly dead John against the wall again and again, leaving foul-smelling splats with each snap against the wall. He throws John’s dead body to the tile, and he places his large paw against the dead man’s back. I know what he’s going to do, but that doesn't stop the shock of watching my peaceful packmate raise his head to howl, and then—without mercy—bite off John’s head. I almost scream. He sniffs the body, pushing it with his muzzle, and with a satisfied grunt, he turns to me. Black blood drips off his lips, and there is no remorse in those feral blue eyes.

Maybe so did he. Then she saw it. A thin line of blood seeping from beneath the cuff of his shirtsleeve. "You're hurt." "A scratch." "Let me see." She crawl to his knee before he admits . She carefully rolled up his cuff and saw a shallow cut— Not deep. But the blood hadn't fully clotted. She went to the bathroom, found a damp towel, dug a band-aid from the side pocket of her bag— she always carried band-aids, and knelt back down.

I offered. "I'll be fine." He yawned. "Please, you need to have blood in your system." "Are you really sure?" "Yep." I nodded. He removed my hair to the other side to gain more access and then he sank his fangs in my neck. He didn't make me feel pain. It was more like, pleasure. After a few seconds, he pulled away and cured my neck. "Thank you. Your blood is delicious." He told me while licking the blood from his lips.