Romans & histoires Red Bump Filled With Blood

He growled in my head, urging me to move on to the next victim. I took a thorough look at the next person who lay lifelessly on the ground. The blue dye on his black hair had become an undertone of red as a result of the dried blood that matted his hair. His eyes, unlike the blonde's, were partially gorged out, and his face was contorted in a permanent expression of fear. Black veins crawled up his neck. I used my hands to trace the veins down, and I noticed they were spread all over his body, just like the blonde.

“Her wrist.” Checking her wrists again, there was nothing. No sign of anything that looked even a tiny bit different. Then I see it. A small raised bump just off of her shoulder and as I look at Neah, I see blood leaking from her ears and I already knew what she had been injected with. This could not be happening. Raven quickly draws some fluid out of the small bump. A clear liquid mixed with a little of her blood. “Is that what I think it is?” “Blood of Wolfsbane.”

I placed one hand on the mid column of my neck trying to stop the uncomfortable feeling. I looked at my reflection on the mirror of the dresser opposite to my bed. My skin turned paler than a white paper. Blue veins were prominent . My irises were deep crimson red. My canines extended not in wolf teeth but vampire's. It had been a long time since I had blood.

Then it pulsed. Thin lines branching outward from a central point beneath her flesh. Veins of shadow spreads slowly, faintly glowing red beneath her skin. That had not been there before. I stepped closer. “What is that?” I demanded. The doctor barely glanced at it. “Subdermal hemorrhaging. Possibly a vascular reaction to trauma.” “It was not there,” I said sharply. He leaned closer this time, frowning. One of the nurses angled a brighter light toward her arm. The dark marking reacted, It shifted. Spreading slightly higher.

The sharp, medicinal smell filled the small space, mixing with the faint salt air drifting in through the open window. He hissed through his teeth when the liquid hit the raw skin, small, involuntary flinch, but he didn’t pull away. His fingers curled slightly, then relaxed again, letting me work. A thin line of blood had already crusted along the edge of the bruise; the skin around it was purpling fast, turning mottled shades of deep violet and angry red. I pressed a little harder than necessary on the next swipe. Not enough to hurt him badly, just enough to make him feel it.

Whenever I touched him, I burned my hands, and my fingers were so cold that each of my touches hurt him. Blood kept oozing from his open lip. Thick, fresh blood: it looked dark. I still remember what it looked like when it changed its color on my shivering hands. It was no longer red at all. but nearly black, and could have been mistaken for ink as it ran over my fingers.

But that wasn't what made her stomach twist with fear. Around the edges of that gold, bleeding in like ink in water, was red. Dark red, the color of fresh blood. It wasn't much yet, just thin lines creeping inward, but it was there. And it was growing. "Oh no," Autumn mouthed, the words barely a whisper. Her eyes went wide as the realization hit her like a physical blow.

With a determined silence, the burly man sliced his palm, causing a gush of blood to spill forth. The sudden gory spectacle left the onlookers stunned. Though he winced slightly, he persisted, allowing drops of blood to splatter onto the floor. As the crimson droplets met the ground, intricate patterns began to materialize, casting an eerie red glow. "By God..." gasped the astonished witnesses.

I smiled cheerfully and flocked my hand in its water, feeling its coldness and at the same time its freshness. All of a sudden, the water of the fountain turned red, most likely the color of blood. I felt the numbness captivating my system again and watched the red color water flowing through my hand which was dipped in it. I inhaled the large gulp of air, while the sweat advanced through my forehead.

Distancing myself, I grabbed my backpack and hurriedly walked out without saying any words towards the bathroom. The blush spreading across my face. Striding in, I gazed at my reflection. Gasping, my fingers lingered above the purplish blue stain on my flesh, afraid to touch it. The blood broke out from the arteries leaving it dried. The redness on my neck sprawling all over the side. Gulping, I hesitantly touched the flesh only to hiss in response. Ouch. He truly went overboard. A ghost smile appeared on my face as I stared at the deadly bruise.