Romans & histoires Oh You Re In My Veins

My breathing grows heavier as the images reappear. Aerin’s hands on her waist. His mouth near her ear. My vision flashes gold. A low growl tears from my throat before I can stop it. Then my back burns. “Ahh!” I staggered to my feet and ripped my shirt off turning to the large mirror. Black veins have spread from where the Hollowed Vale vine had pierced me when Elara was pulling me out. I touched it and it pulsed. The edges look darker and thicker now. “What is this?” I whispered as I looked at the thing beneath my skin pushing outward.

“Yours will.” He lifts my wrist to his mouth. Kisses the vein. I feel his cold lips trace the blue line from my wrist toward my elbow, his tongue tasting my pulse at various points, choosing. He settles on the spot where my pulse is strongest – the inside of my wrist where the skin is thin and the vein is close. He bites. The venom enters my bloodstream at the wrist and I track its journey – up my forearm, through my bicep, across my shoulder, into my chest. One second. Two. It reaches my heart.

The vein in his temple pulsed violently. “There’s nothing you can do today to stop their fate,” Oleg ground out, the promise heavy in the air. “Get up, Elvis.” I thought it was Oleg taunting me, but Oleg’s lips hadn't moved. Get up. The voice repeated, and it was so vivid I didn't realize it was coming from inside my own head. Stop being a pathetic, weak ass. You can still take him down. I can’t, I replied in my head, even though it didn’t feel logical.

Sanguis ad voluntatem meam! Dirige, concentra, penetra! Per venas meas, per animam meam, per voluntatem meam - potentia dirigatur! Ego sum conduit, ego sum via, ego sum clavis! Hoc impero - barrier, cede! Flumen sanguinis, impetum fac! NUNC

I move closer to the bed, holding the needle over her pale, lifeless veins, silently hoping that whatever made me heal Finn is still there. ***

It's pretty soft and nerve calming. I gaze at my left. A drip bag deeply sink into my very. Yellow coloured liquid substances flow from the drip down to my veins. I growl. I forcefully destroy it's connection to my veins. I permit the liquid substance profusely flow. I breathe heavily. I down deeper into my comfy pillow. I get it now. Everything currently seems clear. My eyes blurriness are all dispersed. It's all clear in HD. Am located within the royal cottages personal health ward.

Mahaba niyang litanya, in short, i-observe ko before doing it. Alright, let me try. "Oh, there." He uttered, I looked at my hand at may nalutang na black veins. I wiggled my fingers, sumasabay ang mga ito. Pero nawala ulit. "Sayang." I spat. It turned into some kind of liquid form. "Inumin mo." Saad ni venom. “Ang alin?” I asked, don’t tell me- “Ayang dugo mo.” He said with a serious tone. “Gago ka ba?” I asked, bakit ko naman iinumin ‘to!?

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.

Andres. Warmth hits my veins like sex after a long, agonizing dry spell. I take a breath, feeling the air rush through my lungs. Is it my imagination or is the air newer, fresher than the dank shit that was in here only moments ago? I sip at it like a man starving and lean back in the lounge chair, draping my arms over the side. I look at my left arm, at the needle sticking straight out from the vein. I think about reaching over to flick the used needle away, but my eyes catch on the tattoos surrounding the metal prick.

For saying it out loud when I had no idea what to do with it. The dark veins had spread further overnight. I’d noticed it the moment I’d walked in this morning — or what passed for morning, time having lost most of its meaning. They crawled up his neck now, visible above the collar of the hospital gown. Black tendrils, branching and spreading like cracks in ice, reaching toward his jaw, his face. Dr. Hayes said they were close to his heart. I hadn’t let myself think too hard about what that meant. The door opened. I didn’t look up. I didn’t have the energy for whoever it was, whatever they needed from me.