Novel & Cerita The House That Drips Blood On Alex

he whispered before Alex pulled the trigger. As Diego crumpled to the floor, Alex stood over him, chest heaving with exertion. The battle was won, but the war was far from over. The rain continued to fall in relentless sheets as Alex stood alone in the dimly lit warehouse, the echo of gunfire still ringing in his ears. The battle was over, but the cost was high. Blood stained the floor beneath his feet, mingling with the slick wetness of the rain. His own blood, his men’s blood—Diego’s blood. The scent of death was overpowering, thick in the air.

Alex’s POV I was back in my old apartment. The room was dark, and the thick metallic smell of blood lingered in the air like a looming cloud. The lights flickered eerily, as I took a step forward, a shiver ran down my spine. My feet landed in something wet. I swallowed hard, my heart thundering in my chest and I looked down. My breath hitched, eyes rounding as my face turned white. Blood. Blood pooled at my feet, spreading across the room like a slithering disease.

The amount of money I asked for was just Kelly's allowance for a day. Alex's eyes were already wet as his voice was choked with sobs. "It was raining heavily that night. After the car hit her, it didn't stop. Instead, it accelerated and ran over her, dragging her for a full 30 yards. When I arrived, the blood on the ground had been diluted by the rain. I held her, wanting to call her name, but..." Alex looked up, tears streaming from his lifeless eyes as he stared at my cold-blooded parents. "But I couldn't recognize her."

His face was a little pale, and he stammered again: "Draw... draw blood? Why?" Alex didn't answer, he turned his gaze to the table in the middle of the room. Uri also followed his gaze, there was a large pool of blood at the foot of the table, the blood still showed no sign of stopping flowing down the table. Too much blood! Blood... !!!!! The heart in the chest softly "thumped" a sound. Uri froze for a moment. He'd almost forgotten what the reason he'd asked Alex for help was at first. Isn't it because of the Vampire??!

~Grace~ Oh my god. Blood was everywhere. I stood behind Alex, panting from the run on the way over, but I felt so cold. My body shook in horror at the sight. Alex finally moved, sliding off of Christopher’s bloody body. I could only stare. Alex turned to look at me. Blood splattered his face. He looked… so tired. I returned his look and opened my mouth, but I didn’t say anything. What could I say? Then, Alex’s eyes closed and he fell to the ground with a thump. Both Alex and Christopher lay motionless on the ground, covered in blood.

I almost thought I was starting to hear things again, but he made another weak attempt at speaking, "Help... me." That was like a morning alarm reminding me that I was late after countless snoozing. I quickly straightened up like a gear finally put in its place and I smeared my tears away with the back of my hands before I crawled to where he was at the speed of baby that has finally mastered the skill of racing on their knees. Alex could barely move a muscle, his scrubs were covered in blood, he was literally bleeding to his death. He could not even speak, and tears were rolling down the sides of his face.

“I assure you Drian, there is nothing I detest more than the vile witches that kill our kind is to go against your wishes and you know that. I had no choice. You would have killed him.” I huff, shuffling on both feet tearing my eyes away from him letting them roam across the office I had asked for. “He deserved it and probably even much more than death itself, that fledgling is even more stupid than humans if he truly thought for a moment that he’d be able to get away with what he did, he’s lucky it’s only a broken nose and being choked.” “I am aware of your…displeasure to the situation. But you have rather bigger issues at hand than a mere fledgling.” Alex states, breaking eye contact with

Levi Mansion – Hours Later Alexander carried Dysis into his room, his grip on her unwavering. He strode directly into the restroom, his motions full of quiet passion, and none of them spoke a word. A sombre reminder of what had happened that night, the smell of blood—Max's blood—clung to them both. The sound of flowing water filled the air as he turned on the shower. The boundaries of reality were blurred as steam coiled about them.Dysis shivered, though not from the cold.

One could not be an active Vampire Hunter and not recognize this particularly dangerous offspring of the late Holland, ancient Vampire queen. As soon as Alex pulled into the driveway, he knew something wasn't right. The lights in the house were on, but it seemed too still, too silent. Pulling his Glock from its holster, he crept his way to the nearest window, which looked into the living room. He couldn't see anyone from that vantage point. Rather than knocking on the door, he decided to go around to the back of the house.

Adrain asked the moment the call dropped. Alex swallowed hard,his voice was barely above a whisper. “The blood,it doesn't belong to the driver”. Adrain frowned “Then who? Alex looked him straight in the eyes. “It belongs to someone who both believe we were done with” Adrain pupil contracted. “Who?