Tracing A Drop Of Blood Through The Heart Novels & Stories

My heart slams against my chest when several drops of blood disappear done her throat. Will this really work? Is she going to wake up now?

Aurora Maxwell My heartbeat, that is all I could hear as it drums in my ear. It goes faster and faster, I don't know what to do to calm it down. I kept hearing it beat, how my heart pumps my blood trough my veins at a fast lighting speed. I tried to move around my body, to find a more comfortable position, in the hopes that my heartbeat will slow down. But I only made it worse, it had become clear to me that I was in some way tied down, to what I think is a mattress or a ground,I wasn't too sure.

I go over and she moves away so I can see. “What’s happening?” “It’s copying the bacteria and taking it’s form, so it’s more than likely they were given the specimen and it copied their heart, it seems to work really slowly” “so what happened to their real heart?” she looks into the scope once again, then back up at me with a grave look on her face “it’s eating the original bacteria”

Blood pooled around it, and I tried to keep my gaze away from its source. I tried to avert my eyes, but they were drawn along the path of blood. As they followed the trail, I felt detached from my body. I did not wish to look, to see; yet I felt compelled, unable to drag my eyes away from the hole where the creature’s heart had once been. As if in slow motion I noticed the matted, blood-soaked fur around the wound. The fur started there, at the heart, and spread across its chest and towards its back, but it seemed as though it had never made it to its legs, neck, or face.

He opened her legs a little wider so he could have more access to her already throbbing clit. Noah replenished their thirst, thrusting so deeply inside her. The raw intensity of her gasp was a sudden, physical punch to Noah's gut, forcing the air out of him in a ragged exhale. He heard it, he felt it—the tiny, jerking movement of her body beneath his—and every primal part of him slammed to a halt. The frantic, hot tide of desire that had been driving him receded, replaced instantly by a sharp, icy spike of fear.

It was weak, his blood pressure was dropping drastically and he was going into a heart attack. "Something is going on inside the patient. Since we did not find a bleeding spot, he must be bleeding inside. We need to cut him open but I need to know where to cut him." Frost looked helpless. He just stood there unable to do anything but look at me and the Alpha who was getting even weaker from shaking. He took dry gulps and kept his eyes wide open. "I need to see the person who has been giving him his drugs." I said to Frost and he nodded frantically.

Fast. I hold Eleanor's hand. Nathaniel stands behind me, his hand on my shoulder, his presence a weight I did not know I needed. Margaret stands by the door, her hands clasped, her lips moving in silent prayer. The technician moves the wand. The image shifts. The chambers of Eleanor's heart appear, small and perfect, each one a tiny miracle of form and function. The valves open and close like doors in a house built for life. The blood flows, red and dark on the screen, carrying oxygen, carrying life.

The name was edged with desperation, a need to hear a reply But there was still nothing. I was being hauled into the hallway, moonlight spilled through the windows, the trail of the blood looked as black as the night itself, I was being dragged through it, my feet slipped in it, the feel of it was warm, mushy. My heart spiked when my eyes found the trail that pooled underneath the grandfather clock.

I gasp when the knife yanks itself out of my chest and whizzes into the trees. I chase again but each step I take makes me feel dizzy and disoriented. There isn't any scent to follow when I lag behind. It's like trying to track smoke and for a moment, I collapse to the floor from the way energy flows from me like water in a broken pot. I lie on the ground, breathing hard and my chest bleeding. My heart pounds so violently I can hear it in my ears, but only one thought is running through my mind. It's not possible. What I saw right now... That couldn't be Tracy.

I trace her down to her toes. The dripping sound I heard is not of water but blood. I look down at the ground. I can’t feel the ceramics. The ground is covered with blood. I hold my breath as I lift my face and look at my surroundings. The corridor is gone. There’s nothing in here just an empty wide place. I get up and realize, I’m standing on a sea of blood.