Recover: Book 2 of the Magic Mutations Series | ✓

40: His Intentions

The blood extraction process went relatively easy. Ben wasn't as gentle with her as I would have been, and, as I expected, she began to freak out when it came time to put the needle into her arm. Evidently she still wasn't used to seeing blood... though somehow had attracted two vampires—who feasted on blood—in the past half a year... and was potentially poisonous to them.

Work out those odds.

While Ben busied himself prepping her arm, I used all my knowledge of her to distract her—asking her about her favourite songs, books, talking about vampire lore. She responded to everything just as I had expected. Even teased me for saying my favourite song at the moment was Diane Young by Vampire Weekend. Little did she know she introduced me to them as a joke shortly after finding out what I am...

Things were going so well that Ben even cracked a joke, causing a smile to appear on her face again.

But after he winked at her—I couldn't believe the sight myself—her face didn't take long to fall. She didn't trust any gestures from him anymore. Only words would be enough proof.

As Ben finally removed the needle from her arm, closing up her wound, I took the vial of blood from the caddy and walked over to the workbench. Ben joined me not much later as I had already set up the petri dish, reaching for a spare vial of my blood I had stored in the fridge —anticipating one of these days we might test her. I just didn't expect it to be today.

But as I poured my blood into the dish, I glanced back at Ollie to see how she was holding up, only to see a confused expression washing her face.

"My blood," I explained, wondering if that's what this was about. "We took it earlier."

I turned back to the lab setup in front of me. Using a pipet to syphon up some of Ollie's blood—it's sweet, fruity scent caressing my nose—I dripped a couple of drops into the dish.

Immediately on impact, the blood began to bubble.

And, rippling out from where her blood landed, the liquid began to turn purple.

It continued to pop and froth at the edges, almost behaving like an acid.

"No way," I gasped.

"What?" Ollie asked from behind us, getting up and coming between me and Ben. She craned over the bench to get a look at the petri dish, her own mouth falling open in shock.

"Ben... go get some meat or something from the kitchen," I told him, wanting to test what her blood could really do... how it could kill something. Was it just a poison that would spread through the heart, making it seize? Or... were my assumptions correct about the acidic state, meaning it could potentially be corrosive?

He came back not much later with a full chunk of steak. I cut off a piece and, ever so carefully, picked it up with tweezers, being sure to not let any of her blood touch my skin. If bond invitations (extending both ways) protected the other party, then this is why her blood never phased me before. Now that I wasn't immune to her shocks...

The moment the steak collided with the purple liquid, it began to feast on the flesh until it dissolved into the liquid.

Rüdiger I dare you to touch a hair on Ollie's head. With the right preparation, she will take you down, I immediately thought as I watched the last bits of meat turn to goop amongst the purple.

"That's what my blood would do to you?" she whispered, fear masking her tone.

But I turned to look at her, grin on my face as I hoped she wouldn't be sad about this.

The reality was, she wasn't going to hurt us... Only my uncle. This whole idea to take him out was her plan.

She once said she'd kill him herself... maybe her wish could come true.