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I quickly knelt beside her, my heart pounding with anxiety. Her skin felt hot to the touch, and her flushed face was a clear sign that she was running a high fever. With a furrowed brow, I examined her carefully, attempting to determine the cause of her sudden illness. It wasn't long before I noticed a red bruise on her arm, which had likely contributed to her deteriorating condition.

"But the blood... it’s too dark. It looks like the same stuff we saw in the valley." I leaned over the wound, my stethoscope pressed to the man’s chest. The heartbeat was erratic, a frantic, fluttering rhythm that didn't match the volume of external blood loss. I pulled a syringe from the tray, drawing a small sample of the fluid pooling in the entry wound. It wasn't just blood. It had a strange, milky viscosity to it, a chemical sheen that caught the harsh light of the room.

A throbbing pain on my forehead caught my attention and I moved my fingers slowly until I felt some wet liquid there. I thought it was sweat and wiped it before staring at my hand to find blood. My eyes bulged at the bright red color on my hand as my vision started getting fuzzy and blurred. Why was their blood on my forehead? The answer was standing proudly next to me as the world around me spined and the ground got closer.

Without a doubt Kristoff says that Selene has blood vessel damage, or in medical terms is referred to as a Hematoma. Hematomas are an abnormal collection of blood outside the blood vessels, which can be characterized by the appearance of lumps or skin becoming purplish red. Hematomas occur when blood vessels are damaged causing blood to come out into the tissues. Hematomas can occur in any part of the body, such as under the nails, under the scalp, inside the ear lobe, or the most dangerous in the brain.

When I pulled my hand back, it was red. Blood.

Flesh curled back and blood gushed out in a torrent, quickly creating a dark red stain on the ground. “Zoey Stone, you little troublemaker!”

He glanced over at me, and I immediately took my jacket off, set my jacket on the table, and rolled up my sleeve. “Are you ready?” I gave a simple nod. I did not relish the idea of being talked down to like a child. I was not afraid of a needle, and I just wanted this to be over with. Dr. Renfield swabbed my arm as well before withdrawing some of my own blood into a glass tube. It looked more wild than Cynthia’s had. Hers had been calm, still. Almost unalive. But the color was the same. A deep crimson red with tiny bubbles, as if the blood was begging to be set free.

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.

“Oh come on, it will be fun right when you know you cannot stop from kissing me back and would like to go deeper—“ “Okay, I think I have my deal of this,” I said before I was putting the syringe to his vein. I pushed it through his skin as Aaron gasped. I did not think it would hurt him but I guess he was a human after all. I pulled the syringe before the blood was filling the syringe. It was blueish red that gave the name of blue blood. It was not like abalone but it was considered blue. “Now, that’s settled. Time for the payment of my sample,” he said before I was putting my hands on his chest. I did not move it but somehow it was moving on their own.

He felt alone and helpless. Thin streams of blood flowing from the vampire's wounds stained the Nulliard's face. One of them flowed like a bloody snake into the nostril, the other into the limply parted mouth, the rest flowed randomly over the velvet dark steel skin, speckled with scratches, dripping onto the ground and staining the grass crimson. The world around them ceased to exist for them