Novel & Cerita Red Bump Filled With Blood

My vision blurred, the patient splitting into two, wavering, before colliding back into one. “Focus,” I whispered, balling up the leaves into a neat little roll. “Focus…” I froze just as I was about to stuff them into her wound. Something about her skin looked… off. I knew what blood loss looked like: pale skin, blue lips, that waxy, almost doll-like look. But this patient looked different. The skin around the cut on her arm was all flushed and red, like she was feverish. Curious, I leaned closer, holding my breath to stave off the overwhelming scent of the blood. The veins branching out from the wound had turned a strange, dark color, almost purple, pulsing under skin that felt too hot when

His fingers tapped the swollen blue vein in the crook of my elbow twice. Then he pushed the needle in. A sharp, hot pinch sank deep into my flesh. I gasped, my head snapping back into the pillows, my teeth clenching so hard my jaw popped. Bennett picked up the first glass tube, pushed it into the plastic holder, and the vacuum seal gave a soft, wet hiss. Dark crimson blood rushed into the glass. It poured in thick, steady pulses, dark and heavy. My vision blurred. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and the white ceiling seemed to tilt as I watched my own blood fill the tube.

Slap! Gasps erupt. I taste blood. And the sting burns on my cheek, even after her palm is gone. Then an intense heat starts spreading through me, crawling under my skin, and something inside me twists hard. My vision starts to blur around the edges, and then everything shifts. Red. It covers everything. The hall, the woman’s hateful face, the nurses frozen in place. Everything is painted in a deep, pulsing red. My breathing gets heavy. Thick. Hungry.

I found myself asking. “Red eyes, yes. When they are red, it means the vampire is extremely hungry. It would happen to me if I hadn’t eaten in days,” he answered. “Blood though, is not usually normal. I’ve seen it a few times though so it’s not new. The doctor looked her over though, and nothing seemed to be physically wrong with her. All her wounds from the accident are gone and all her organs are working again.” Relief flooded through me when he said that Ruby was completely fine physically.

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.

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.

“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