The House That Drips Blood On Alex Novels & Stories

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

Dustin's POV Regardless, that is settled now and we can go back to the house and wait for Alexa to come back with the vampire brothers. Then going to the glass mansion will be so nice for them. I can already picture what they are doing in my head. The will suck her blood as they fuck her hard. The whole place will be blooded when they are done. I can already picture Alexa coming home with enough bruises. Good thing we heal faster than a normal human, if not she would be dead to bruises by now.

Just two shadows dripping red. But I was faster. I was meaner. I ducked his last swing, drove my fist up into his jaw so hard his neck cracked sideways. He dropped like a carcass, twitching once before going still. The pit exploded. “RI-VAL! RI-VAL! RI-VAL!” Blood soaked through my wrappings, trickled down my legs, ribs burning like fire. But I stood over him, breathing heavy, smiling through teeth stained black. Because I was still standing.

Realizing they had dispatched killers to take out blameless children, simply because they might eventually uncover some hidden blood somewhere in the world, was beyond what I could even imagine. One night, during a quiet shift at the bar, I found myself lost in thought, and for a second, my mind went to a dark place. I began to envision consuming the blood, just one tiny drop. I could practically sense that metallic, copper flavor. Once I’d done that, they would regret everything. I’d tear through the entire royal lineage. How would they feel if I inflicted the same pain on them that they’d forced upon me and my kin? I would claim the blood, and then drain every ounce of theirs.

I have never hated the color red as much as I do now. "What are you waiting for? Do it." He whispered, looking straight into my eyes. How can someone be so cruel? Dawn, you know what to do, right? I took a deep breath and slowly raised the glass to my wrist. I can do this, just like Zach told me. Alexander smiled and motioned for me to continue. I do. With one swift motion, I slid the glass against his throat instead of my arm and shoved him away. He stumbled back to the ground while holding his hands to his bleeding neck in shock.

I know exactly why. I dress fast. A blue blouse and a brown knee- length skirt, leaving bedroom and running downstairs. Alex is in the kitchen, extracting a bag of blood from the microwave, preparing to pour the blood into a goblet. He stops his actions when he sees me, looks at me and releasing a sigh. He look pale, haggard. Can vampires get sick? I wonder. Presses his lips together, he pours the blood out slowly. I look away playing with the chain of the star stone. Finally he moves away from near the refrigerator and I attacks it.

Her hands were shaking, and her eyes were filled with tears. "Alex…," she began, her voice cracking. "Alex is in the hospital, and he’s dying. He inhaled too much smoke during the fire. They don’t have the blood type he needs. It’s rare. The doctors said the only chance to save him is with a direct blood transfusion." Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, piecing together what she was saying. "And you think—"

he said with a weak voice "So now shall we have some fun?" I smiled darkly at Alex, his eyes widened with understanding, his eyes begged to be free as they were filled with tears, his hands seemed to jerk on their own and his face has lost some colour to it, no doubt he was loosing blood at a fast pace but I couldn't care less. By the time I was done, I wasn't sure if he was alive or not, he just laid on the ground in a pool of his own blood, unmoving, not making a single sound

Vincent looked at the blood-soaked Alexander with disgust, as if looking at a bag of non-recyclable trash. "Enough. Take your dirty blood and get out. Don't soil my sister’s territory." He turned and walked through the gates, leaving Alexander with only a ruthless silhouette. "Drag him away too. Dump him at the nearest hospital entrance. Don't let him die at the manor gates; it's bad luck." Alexander collapsed in a pool of blood, watching the window that never opened, until his consciousness faded into darkness.

“We need some iced tea. Cal will stay with Alex while we take a break.” I can’t look at Cal and I absolutely don’t want to face my mother. Delaying the inevitable will only make things worse and right now, I don’t care. Dr. Santos drops his arms and hands me a tissue. I wipe my face, kiss Alex on the temple, and walk out. Alex’s blood is still on the floors and I truly realize how much he lost. I inhale deeply trying to gain control of myself. If Alex can survive losing this much blood, I can survive seeing it.