Why Is Blood Sharing Personal In Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

“We all feed from blood bags, with very few exceptions.” “What exceptions?” I shrug. “Feeding from a living source is kind of outdated, mostly because it’s a huge hassle. I do think that mutual blood drinking is sometimes incorporated into sex, but remember how I was cast out as a child and am universally known for being a terrible Vampyre?” I should force Malcolm to explain the nuances of it to me, but . . . ugh. It’s not like I plan to get that close to another Vampyre, ever. “I’m not going to bite you, Lucien. Don’t worry.”

"I recently had someone who kept telling me I didn't know what honor was... Maybe he was right?" "You filthy human! You have broken the sacred duel! You have no honor! Kill him!" Christopher crouched low assuming a battle stance. For Christopher besides his own strength, the one advantage he had was the fact the vampires would be mostly without blood magic. Even with their friend's blood splattered all over they were unable to control it. Christopher had once read in a book each individual vampire's blood contained magic inside it. Trying to control another vampire's blood was like trying to hold two of the same magnet poles together. They would always push away. There was no controlling ano

“Do you know just who you’re messing with?” “Do you?” “Hm, the main issue is that your ‘Daddy’ doesn’t want you getting involved with others. The thing with vampires of his status is that they would never be caught dead fucking a human. They have this damn superiority complex. They see you and me as food. So, if he’s fucking you, and he’s marrying your mother, it means there’s something in you he finds useful. Sooner or later, he’ll get what he wants. And you’ll be all sucked dry.”

“Dracula searched among the blood of all those people, the elixir of the life of his beloved. We all vampires have someone similar. A human with the most exquisite and nutritious blood you can imagine. One drop of her blood would last for months, that’s how powerful she is.” “Would you die without my blood?” I asked, horrified. We were talking about the person who had saved my life, after all. I couldn’t just ignore that fact. He had also saved Justin, although he seemed to have intentions to kill my father. “I wouldn’t have to die, if I hadn’t already tried it.” He smiled awkwardly. “Let’s say we both can’t live without me drinking your blood from time to time.” “What are you talking about?

"Every vamp I've met before you has tried to kill me. A vampire killed my father." Why did I tell him that? Because I was an idiot that's why. One of the top ten rules of vampire hunting was to not get friendly with your prey, well my coming to his house for lunch was already a violation of that one. Another rule, don't divulge personal information that can be used against you. Broke that one too. Yup, I was definitely the stupidest rebel in existence. He looked sympathetic. "I'm sorry." I glanced at the clock. We'd been here for fifteen minutes. "Okay, so how do you get blood? You need it to live don't you?"

The place was a hot mess just like before, but Shirley's arm was breaking out in red spots faster than anyone could say 'contagious'. Everyone was freaking out, scared they were about to catch something nasty. "Dude! Don't tell me that's some kind of contagious blood disease!" "She's out here giving blood, and now, she's gonna take us all down with her? Seriously?" "Hey, what's that thing on the doctor's neck?" "These two were an item, right? Didn't the doctor cheat on his fiancee with the intern? Talk about a trashy duo. They had it coming!"

the nurse stutter not looking me in the eyes. In case you didn't know I, Dmitri, Dante we all share the Vitale last name since we're family not by blood but we belong to the same vampire coven if you want. The less important vampires in our family bear another last name but it's known that they work for us. I was dragged to another room, I donated blood, they took so much that I almost fainted. I refused to let another blood run through my baby body, he's mine and only mine.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

I found out that she had no husband, no children, and to Paul's chagrin, she offered that she hadn't had a boyfriend in eight years but had engaged in a one-night stand on her forty-fifth birthday. "Tell her to forget she told us that," he whispered. And I did. I asked her about her religious beliefs. Regardless of how human I acted, a person who had deep-rooted religious beliefs would face an impossible conflict by being a blood donor to a vampire. And in order for me to work with Sam I would need to take her blood. It would keep us connected, but it would also keep her healthy and prolong her lifespan.

There’s not even a mark on him. “You need to eat. You lost a lot of blood. Again.” “I’m not drinking from you tonight.” “Do you need to drink from somebody else?” I tip my head up, eyes shut to keep the water out. “No.” He turns the temperature of the water up a little more for me. “I don’t want anyone else’s blood. Nothing tastes as good as you do, Callie.” “You told me before that vampires aren’t usually monogamous.” “Correct.” “But you are with me.”