Novel & Cerita The House That Drips Blood On Alex

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.

Alex flew through the night sky, racing for all he was worth. In one hand, he clutched the vial containing the remainder of Ivory's elixir, he had drunk the required portion and he was feeling the energy pulsing through it, praying, hoping beyond hope that his blood could save Aya's life. * Alex dove for New York, and had a sense of dread as he swooped down low. He landed in the courtyard, at a running clip, and sprinted for his house.

Lisa's POV: "What do you mean you don't?" I snap, glaring at him, "Alex it's on the fucking floor. It can't just show up." "Yeah well I didn't think that blood could be absorbed by the fucking ground, but that happened." Alex spits, turning towards the door, "I'm going to security. We have cameras everywhere." Jogging along behind him to match his long strides, I murmur, "I'm thinking that now would be the time to tell you something because we only have about 4 hours until someone dies."

It slows down their healing process. Everything was set and we'll just wait for him to get Diana. Alexer pov I couldn't sleep I'm thirsty. I need human blood. I walked outside the house when I saw a girl. She's alone and nobody was here. I smirked and walked towards her. " Hi you want company?", I asked her. She looked scared and about to cry for help but it's too late. I grabbed her head making her neck visible and my fangs cut the running veins on it and I took all the blood coming out.

The glow grows until it’s blinding, a lamp blazing in the alley. I shove him aside, out of my way, like the filth he is. The human part of Azrion collapses to the ground. I pull the bloodied blade free without care, and the light dies instantly. I run to Alexia and drop to my knees beside her. Her face is cold, her neck torn open by two ugly marks from his teeth, and her blood isn’t even flowing anymore. He drained her dry. I fill her mouth with my blood, but she doesn’t swallow — can’t. I push my fingers into her mouth, forcing it down.

He had lost Rick his younger brother and failed to keep his promise. Alex adjusted himself on the wall, bent his head and mumbled up some words. “Killing me would not change anything. They are dead! I lost Rick and some other guys too. We both are in the same situation. But if you are going to kill me, go ahead! Kill me. Satisfy your endless urge to see blood, besides, what is there to live for? My world has ended” Alex said while Damien screamed and continued smashing lots of glasses on the floor and after a while, he calmed down, picked Alex from the ground while gripping to his neck.

“Just go back to your room, okay? I’ve got this.” There’s something awfully wrong, I can tell. I walk past Phillip, ignoring his protests, and head to the open doorway. I gasp at the sight I find and hurry to the bed. Alexander is leaning over the edge of the bed, his head angled towards the floor. The carpet on the floor is soaked through with blood. The sight chills me to my core, and for a moment, I stand over him, not sure what to do. Why is he vomiting blood?

he stammered, turning away from her. Emily, concern etched across her face, walked towards him, her voice gentle but firm. "Are you alright, Alex?" Alex kept walking, trying to distance himself from the overwhelming memories and the fear of losing control. "I just need some air," he muttered, his voice strained. Emily didn't give up, following him closely. "Talk to me, Alex. What's going on?" He stopped and turned to face her, his eyes haunted. "It's... it's the blood. It brings back memories I'd rather forget. The war, the violence... it's too much sometimes."

"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.