Oh You Re In My Veins Novels & Stories

The heavy hum of the vacuum pump filled the room. The pain was unlike anything I had ever experienced. As the dark, highly toxic crimson fluid began to flow from my veins into the clear plastic tubing, it felt like my very soul was being drained through a straw. My vision blurred, fracturing into jagged shards of black and white. The strength drained from my limbs, my muscles going entirely limp against the steel table, but I bore it. I clamped my jaw shut until my teeth creaked, refusing to give Vane the satisfaction of hearing me beg.

I take a deep breath in and squeeze her hips. “It’s official, you are trying to give me a heart attack, by diverting every ounce of blood in my body to my d**k. Or maybe I already died and this is heaven. You are definitely heaven.” I am mumbling and slowly losing brain function due to the lack of proper blood flow.

He scrolled fast, his heart thudding louder with every line he read. ‘Vampires can track by scent alone, Blood, sweat, fear are only additions.’ ‘Some lore claims they read minds, slip into thoughts like smoke.’ ‘They dissolve into mist, vanish in shadows, reappear behind you.’ His skin prickled, cold sweat breaking out along his spine. He glanced over his shoulder at the empty room. Nothing. Just the low hum of the fridge and distant traffic outside. He kept reading. A thread caught his eye: ‘Are vampires real?’ Top answer, posted three years ago, but the wording felt… personal. Directed.

Pain starts to course from my shattered heart to every vein in my body. Keegan…

I wanted to see them again. “Seriously, woman, how clueless can you be? You are irritating me…” A vein in my right hand started glowing red and Rage slowly emerged from it. “Can’t you feel us flowing in your veins?” He said with a scowl. I gaped at him, horrified. “Y-you were flowing through my veins?” I asked. “We are components of blood. Where else do you expect us to be?” Lead emerged from a vein in my left hand. “So you’re telling me that the seven of you were living in my blood and veins?” I reiterated. “This is a scary thought, like fairies flowing in my veins, like my blood?”

I rip my shirt open and I see water rolling down my body as if it's a hot summer's day. Something catches my eye. My veins start turning black , and like almost black blood begins to flow up to my arms. Standing up , I limp to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. The pain begins to double and triple - I hold onto the sink. The black blood or substance travels through every vein in my body, even the eye vein - turning the whites of my eyes black. I feel it flow as it leaves a trail of pain behind. My teeth begin to hurt and I begin to loose conciousness as the pain becomes unbearable.

Taking out a metal syringe pump and a small glass bottle from the drawer, I filled the syringe and pumped it's needle into my arm. " Ahh," I moaned as the drug reached inside my blood vessels, mixing up with my blood. When I was kidnapped by those vampires, they used to inject me with the venom of a vampire. The drug would make me hot, lose the sense of logic and be ready to spread legs for any man. I was continuously r@ped in Osho country by those vampires all those years.

Glowing with life I never had. My eyes drink in the sight of his vein. There, right there where the vein shows through skin thin as paper. It throbs with a rhythm too beautiful to be real. Each beat is a siren song, a hymn for the starving, a promise that everything will be all right if I just give in. That beautiful pulse. The thunderous melody floods my skull, drowning every thought in a crimson echo. It’s all I can hear. All I can feel. Can not deny it anymore.

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

Even making her lungs work is hard now. There is a numbed sting, and Alessia watches as many liquid crawls its way out of her veins, slow and sluggish, as if fighting to stay in. Her veins are an angry purple, turning darker with every moment and Alessia wonders if she looks like the animated corpses so often found in Damon culture.