Blood Type Zero

Blood Type Zero

Copyright © 2013 by Geilbrit

Have you ever wished that you somehow had altered genes that gave you super powers? Or how about traveling the world to find eight crystal balls that gave you unlimited kungfu powers? Although maybe your wish was simpler, like being born with a unique eye-color, being able to cry diamonds, or breathe fire? But what if you were born with a new kind of blood running through your veins?-- powers excluded. Not really that great, huh?

Well, for me, it's horrible, terrifying, and absolutely a nightmare! But what could I do? I was born with it.

The sunlight got into my eyes. I fickered the blurry vision away and groggily sat up in bed, only wearing my underwear. I got a glimpse of the clock, 6:34. 

I looked to my boyfriend who was sleeping beside me, his muscular shoulders and chest sticking out of the blanket. God, he was handsome. 

His brown hair was sticking out in some places. It was cut neatly for his job. I noticed his eyelids twitched. I got on top of him as my long, wavy, golden-brown hair fell over me then onto his arms. I whispered into his ear, my cheek touching his stubble that was rough on my skin.

"Wake up, Dame. You're going to be late." he didn't respond. Then I rubbed my nose against his, I knew that tickled him. 

He wrinkled his nose before opening his eyes, the hazel color dazzeled in the rays of the early morning sun. He winked multiple times at the ceiling to get the sleepiness off. He then looked at me and grinned.

"Good morning, beautiful." he greeted.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." I told him as he sat up. 

He wrapped an arm around my back then pulled me in so he could kiss my forehead. 

"Good morning, Seph." he repeated. Damn, there is nothing in this world sexier than his voice early in the morning. It was deep, husky and very enticing. 

My hands slowly climbed around his neck and he started kissing me, drawing me in with both arms. He made me lay back down as he was on top of me, kissing me slowly. After awhile, he stopped and exhaled with his eyes closed. 

"You're gonna be late for work." I sang the words.

"Yep, I know." he grinned then got out of bed. I wiped the sleepiness from my face and got up as well.

My name's Persephia Clermont, twenty-three years old, a college drop-out with pale skin, and light brown eyes-- almost golden when hit by the sun, like my hair. Damian is my boyfriend and has been for five years. He worked at a car company as an engineer. I worked as an artist, I paint. I didn't earn much, but Damian provided for me.

My life has been such a rollercoaster of betrayals, discoveries, and realizations, but he's the only one who's been with me through them all. He seems like the only real thing since I found out that I was different from the rest. That I had this unusual type of blood. He knows that too. He always did believe that I was unique, that was what he had told me when he found out. He didn't freak or anything, but I did. The doctors told me that if ever I went through an accident and lost a lot of blood, that would be the end. So Damian was sure to always take good care of me and protect me from danger whenever he could. And when he started panicking from the thought of losing me, I knew I had to do my best to take care of myself as well.

"So, where you going after work?" I leaned against the counter on my elbows and rested my chin on my the palms of my hand.

"I'm taking this girl out for dinner if she agrees to let me take her." he was busy pouring hot water in a cup to make coffee for himself and I. He was wearing boxers and he looked really sexy with only that on. Plus, his hair was sticking out in some places. I loved that.