Just Blood - authoroffantasy (ebook reader 7 inch txt) 📗

wouldn’t suffice and I’d start to fall to the floor, but then something in me said to hang on and stay strong. Like there was help on the way but the only help would be if Ashes called off her leeches or if Triscon and Lenoir came back, neither would do so and I was sure of it. My eyes couldn’t see no more and all I could do was keep fighting and hear the screams and the thumps as bodies would hit the floor. I’ll make it, I kept telling myself, and I just have to keep fighting. Survival of the fittest, right? As soon as I was sure I could no longer go on, there was a loud crash coming from the eastern wall of the building and I turned my head to see but my eyes were bruised and black. I couldn’t see anything except a thin light coming my way and then, I was being pulled from the scene by this warm radiating hand that lifted me up and up. This is God, I told myself as I started to drift away, and I’m finally going to be at peace.

“Is she still knocked out or what, Tom?”

Tom, God’s name was Tom. No, that didn’t seem right. I tried to sit up but a hand held me down on some hard surface, before I could say anything, there was a voice beside me who might’ve been coming from this Tom.

“Hey, you with us?”

I shook my head and groaned from the horrible beating that happened, everything hurt like hell and I wanted to die. But here I was, I eyed the car door and everywhere around me barely enough to tell it was a van, in the backseat of a van on the floor. They probably didn’t want the blood to get on their seats, and damn there was a lot of blood.

“Need an answer Tom, she could pass out again.”

“Oh shut up Jeremy, I’m working on it. She’s still trying to feel her damn fingers! Hell they beat you up good, huh?”

“What hap…”

“Reckon you must’ve pissed those vamps off back there for them to do something like that to you. So what’s your name?”

“Blood.”

The van lurched to a halt and everyone braced themselves except for me, who hit the backseat with a force so hard I almost threw up. I winced in agony but kept my head in place, they must know me to have stopped to fast.

“No wonder they were all over you, Ashes been going crazy searching for her. Tom maybe we shouldn’t help her out I mean she’s half.”

“Oh keep driving Jeremy and shut the hell up. Besides if we’ve got her, then maybe, they’ll give Larissa back.”

“Better be worth the trouble we’ll be getting ourselves into, trying to protect the half breed.”

I glared and sat up, without even thinking, and took firm hold of Jeremy’s arm; careful not to mess his driving up, and growled.

“I have a name, its Blood, and do not ever call me half breed. Ashes learned that the hard way.”

Then I passed out once again and fell onto the van floor.


“Hey! Missy! You might wanna wake up now, Helen’s making breakfast and its waffles!”

The child’s voice was a good thing to wake up to, he sounded like Triscon when he was younger, but I noticed the small country accent. I fluttered my eyes open and felt stiff, the fight really had taken a lot out of me and I was glad with myself that I held out that long. Must’ve done a lot of damage to the vamps too, that made me smile.

“She’s up, Tom!”

The boy ran around the bed I was laying on and he jumped up onto the side and took my hand as he stared down at me with big hazel eyes. They somehow reminded me of Laurin. He had just the right shade of blue like hers but then there was the green speckles around the pupil which made them stand out, but I still could see he was human. My coughs were straining and the boy drew back as blood started to soak the hand I raised to my mouth. Great so now I’m coughing up blood, oh well just keeps getting better and better.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

“My name is none of your beeswax. Vampire.”
Tom ran into the room as I stared wide eyed at the hateful boy as he had turned to this from a sweet and innocent child. What the hell is going on?

“Sam tell her you’re sorry, this instant!”

“But she’s vampire and you brought her back to be punished right?”

“No, now tell her you’re sorry!”

“Fine.”

Sam turned his small body towards my direction and hung his head.

“I’m sorry, bloodsucker.”

Then he ran out of the room. Tom tried to grab him but the boy was faster and he was gone before anyone could explain what just happened. I just sat back and waited for Tom to say something but he was silent as a fox. His lips were moving though, but no sound came, it was a thinking habit. I know because I did the same thing growing up, Tom was my age but he seemed as if he knew nothing that I did. Although he could possibly fight, he was a beginner, not like me.

“So, what you thinking about?”

Tom looked up quickly and his eyes widened. I just shrugged and watched the ceiling fan move as he came up closer to the bed.

“How do you know I’m thinking?”

“Don’t we all?”

“You know what I meant.”

“Your lips move, I used to do the same thing. That explains your answer?”

“Only a little.”

He reached over to get something and I felt the same warm radiation vibrating off of him like sweet, sweet…oh god no.

“Yes, that would be your hunger kicking in, Blood right?”

I nodded and turned my head away as he stood back with a paper that read my heartbeat and other things necessary to tell if I was alright. Tom was silently nodding to himself, his lips moving but no words, and it seemed like a common thing for him to do. He was close enough I could reach out and…

“Don’t worry, we’ve got a blood bag in the microwave, it’ll be nice and fresh.”

“I don’t drink blood. Sorry, guess you’ll have to just watch me die.”


“You’re stubborn, I’ll give you that.”

He left the room without further word and I sat up, grabbed the wires that were connected to me, and yanked them free with a large whelp of pain. My body felt as if it had been kicked on for about a hundred years and all I could do now was feel the heat in my throat, burning and wanting something to wash the pain away. But I couldn’t drink blood, not now, not ever. Food and water, I can live off of that, but something in me said it wouldn’t do. I would’ve died if I was human last night, would’ve died if these people hadn’t gotten me, even if I was half vamp. Ashes said for me not to die but I could see the crowd wasn’t listening to her; they were in it for the blood.

“Damn neck…damn Ashes.”

I popped my neck a couple of times and jumped up off the bed, feeling dizzy, and then walked out of the room in my bloody clothes. The first thing I noticed was this place was a storage house, but it was decorated to look like a home. There were a few humans here and there; working, when they looked up at me, I could do nothing but keep my head high and walk on. This felt weird, wrong, like I didn’t belong around my own race. Well half of me. But still it counts to be remotely human.

“Um, excuse me, where is Tom?”

One of the workers, a woman, looked up at me with her cigarette still placed between her lips.

“Get the fuck away from me.”

She looked right back down on what she was working with, I noticed some kind of chemicals, and looked once more around. They were all working on chemicals, mixing and testing them, it was a strange sight to see in my case. I backed away from the elder woman and walked down the rows, smelling blood, both from humans and vampires. Without thinking I went up to a man this time and reached for one of the bottles a little in my reach, as soon as I did he withdrew a stake and slammed it hard down between my hand and the bottle, nearly missing my fingers.

“What the hell?”

“Don’t touch anything, vamp.”

Before I could make a rude comment back, a hand gently placed itself on my shoulder and I flung around making a growl, and came to an abrupt stop. There, smiling at me with hope in her eyes was Laurin. She hugged me tightly as I hugged her back, thinking how this all happened, then smiled as we both looked at each other once again.

“You came back for me?”

“I couldn’t just let you run around the streets, now could I?”

“I suppose not, what’s going on, Laurin?”

“All in time, all in good time.”

I smiled as I picked up another bottle, this time the liquid was clear, and studied it for a moment while sniffing around the edges. It was hydroxide, no wonder they were being careful, stuff could make something explode if dealing with the wrong thing…well I think so anyways. Then again I was never good at science even though it was my favorite subject. As Laurin came around the corner, coming into full view, she just stared at me for the longest while. After about a minute or so I brought my attention back to her.

“What?”

“You really don’t know do you? They never said anything?”

“Not really. All a bunch of lame vamps hanging around wanting what they can’t have.”

“Well do you even know what they want?”

“No, and I don’t give a shit.”

“They want you, Blood.”

“Ashes does but no one else. They’d rather have me killed.”

“Wow I can’t imagine why Ashes wouldn’t have told you. See, Blood, when you drank from Ashes…her blood has ancestry in it.”

“Old news.”

“How about this…her ancestry is the only one that can actually make half breeds.”

“Cool. Wait that doesn’t make sense, if her ancestry is the only one that made half breeds then how did I come into this picture?”

“You were a rare, very rare, exception. Your father drank Ashes blood right before he…made love to your mother. Therefore the small amount of Ashes’ genes combined into yours.”

“Ew.”

“That’s not all, see when you drank Ashes blood as well; you actually gained more blood than imagined. You were born with her ancestral blood, now you have fed on it. Only means you are part of that ancestral pattern.”

“So…?”

“It all means that you are a half breed that can actually produce more half breeds. You’re the cure to both human and vampire inabilities. Ashes has wanted to get her hands on you because of it, humans want to get their hands on you, hell everyone does.”

“But these