Novel & Cerita Why Are Ants Attracted To Period Blood

We carried the 2-1 lead into the third period. The game was flowing well in the third period. We were up 2-1, skating hard, cycling the puck cleanly in their zone. I felt sharp. I won another face-off deep in the Razorbacks’ end and fed the puck out to the point for a heavy shot. Then it hit me. A faint but unmistakable trace of blood scent cut through the cold arena air. It was sweet and rich underneath the metallic edge. Crushed berries. Warm honey. That same heady pheromone signature from when I’d split Riven’s lip last night.

"Help Micah clear the hallway." Mitchell does not hesitate. He moves past me, his boots crunching on something gritty. I do not follow him. My feet freeze on the bottom step. Right there, in the centre of the floor, is a massive smear of dark, thick blood. It covers a four-foot patch of stone, bright red and glistening under the torchlight. It is Nina’s blood. I know the scent. It is sweet, too sweet for a human, carrying a faint, spicy undertone that makes the hair on my arms stand up.

I wetted the cotton and wipe the tear stain and the mascara remains. My pants are stained with blood when I inspect my buttock, the realization almost knocks me out of my breath. Just how am I suppose to face Liam? Did he see it? Or is it possible he turns blind for a nanosecond? Shit! Shit! shit! He'll probably know I have my periods!!!! Kill me, please!!!

“So…that’s why Ana’s bleeding. Because it’s..like a period?” Hidi nodded. In not so many words, he was right—a vampire, period. It's just much messier. “After this- Ana will crave blood,” Hidi added calmly, but Nicoli stopped midstep. “Drink blood?” Nicoli’s eyes went wide. “Yes.” Hidi shrugged. It was obvious- or maybe not? Nicoli seemed to stare at her for a long moment. The two were now standing there. As they stared, Nicoli seemed to fall into a strange mood.

"It's just the two of us. The brothers are busy; you can talk to me." "What am I supposed to do when my period starts? At the nightclub, we had an older lady who provided us with heavily perfumed tampons. It was a pain to wear them, but the vampires never knew if our periods started. Please, don't think I'm trying to be rude, but you know... They're men." I exhale. "It's still blood. And I'm scared."

But she was not interested in that. "You said something about me being in danger" she reminded him. "Yes!" "How? Why?" "Because you have the X-blood!" "What? I do not understand!" "That nurse did not input just methylated spirit in your wound. There was something else. That is what is making your foot decay. If you had the X-blood, it would generate the green maggots. If you do not, it would not produce the maggots but would just decay!' "What?" She became stoned as she remembered that Lucy's wound was decaying but was not bringing out any maggot.

Caroline ***** I stared down at the blood staining my thighs. From the moment I'd woken up in Marshall's bed, I was just as infuriated as I was before. And now, this. Fuck periods! Gritting my teeth, I balled up my bloody underwear and threw them in the trash. I cleaned up and scrubbed my hands. The sight of blood, even period blood, didn't sit well with me. I took a deep breath and tried to gather my scattered thoughts and feelings. A cramp decided then to strangle my ovaries. Hissing, I clutched at my abdomen and pressed my forehead to the cool tile wall.

I look down at my clothes and realize it’s time to wear a proper outfit to avoid another confrontation. I excuse myself and go to my room. Picking out a dress, I go to take a shower. In the bathroom, another shock welcomes me. I’ve been feeling stomach cramps since I woke up but I brushed it off thinking it was just an aftereffect of sex. Now, in the bathroom, at first I feel the wetness and when I take off his boxers, I realize the garment is actually drowning in my period blood. It’s a good thing that the cloth is black.

I order. Maeve leans closer. The moment the black parasite inside the tube “smells” the silver blood, its cells explode into violent activity. The parasite thrashes aggressively against the glass walls again and again, desperately trying to reach the source of the blood.

' I ask Sebastian privately. He walks over to me and stands at my side, 'It’s fish blood. Sharks aren’t as attracted to human or human-like blood as people think. They’ll go to it out of sheer curiosity, but it doesn’t appeal to them. Fish blood, on the other hand, they go into a frenzy over. We’re just enticing them.'