Disgusting.
I have never tasted blood as foul as hers. I have always been picky about what I ingest. So when her blood touches my tongue, it causes me to want to spit it back out. It almost tastes like rotten food or something died and crawled into my mouth.
But I have to swallow it. I have to drain her from her life. I have to swallow a mouthful at a time. Carefully and leisurely, so she realizes that she will indeed die. I completely disregard her as she is presently trying to jerk my head away while screaming and kicking her legs. I don't even feel the daggers when she thrusts them into me. I want nothing but to kill her. She needs to die. She deserves it. After everything you've done against Eva, be glad that I am letting you go without any pain. Nothing and surely not that woman will make me stop.
Before long, she starts to spam as her legs tighten around my waist before going completely limp. Her hands slide away from my face and hair before heavily dropping to the ground. Her eyes darkened before rolling up.
Only when I hear her let out her last exhale that I retract my canines from her neck. However, I keep a firm hold on her just in case she has been faking it. It is only when I notice that she doesn't move nor does she breathe that I let her body go. I stare at her for a moment before the urge to puke hits me violently. I bent over and emptied all the food and blood that I swallowed earlier. The taste is even worse than before. I continue to dry-heave even when there's nothing in my stomach anymore. All the same, I can now taste the acid in my mouth.
Wiping my mouth with my hand, I stand up straight starting to feel better. I can't believe that a human's blood could taste this foul. Suddenly, a sting in my shoulder reminds me that I still have her daggers in my back. I jerk them out before examining the weapons. They are prettily done. I have never seen any daggers like that. I decided to keep them, so I grab the harness that she has on her waist before putting it on me. I tuck the daggers in the pockets made for them before smiling at myself.
Now, what should I do with your body? I will surely not burn or bury it. She will not get this gift. Not after what she has done. Maybe I will cut her into pieces before making a stew out with her meat and feed it to her partner. I will make sure to starve the man for a week first. I really want to see if he will eat the stew made with human meat. But first, I have to check Claudia's vitals. I can't have her die on me. I will never let a friend of mine die by the hands of enforcer ever again.
I sever the ropes binding her hands and body before carefully lay her down on the floor. She is very pale, and she lost a lot of blood. Fortunately, the bleeding seems to have stopped, but her wound is still isn't healing. Why is that?
"I'm sorry, but I'll have to search your body," I say to my unconscious friend as I start examining her head.
There must have to be something. The enforcers must have done something to her to block her healing abilities. She isn't a vampire, so it's not like I can just give her blood to have the energy to heal herself. When I find nothing wrong with her head, I go to her neck, then her chest. Nothing, there is absolutely nothing on her upper half. On her lower part, there is nothing there either. So where the hell is she injured?
But I am certain. The pool of blood near the tree is Claudia's. Is it possible that she only closed her wound, so she can't lose any more blood? If that the case, she has internal bleeding! There is no way that her or our healing process would kick in in those conditions.
She's still breathing, but it's faint. If I can bring her back to the pack, I'm certain that they can heal her. If I don't do it fast, she may die. With the amount of blood at the base of that tree, I'll say that the wound was pretty severe. If the same amount in poured into her system, who knows what may happen?
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Desire by Blood | Desire Series ~ 1
VampireOne night, a young man wakes up in an empty room. He looks around, but he doesn't recognize his surroundings. Where is he? Why is he here? Who is he? Why couldn't he remember anything? Then he hears the squeaking sound of an old wooden door. He see...