03: HIS BLOOD, HIS MARKED
812 Words
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he slipped a hand into his coat and pulled out a small glass vial. Inside, a single drop of dark red liquid rested at the bottom.
My breath caught.
“That’s…” I started, my voice barely working.
“Your blood,” he said.
My stomach dropped. “When did you..”
“When I found your body.”
The words hit hard. Of course he had.
My hands curled into fists. “You had no right.”
“I had every right.” His voice turned sharp, cutting through the air.
I froze.
“For three hundred years,” he continued, quieter now but more dangerous, “I’ve hunted things that pretend to be human.”
The room suddenly felt smaller... and colder.
“And every one of them bleeds differently.” he continued.
My heart started pounding.
“What does mine say?” I asked before I could stop myself.
He stepped closer, slow and deliberate.
“It says you shouldn’t exist.”
The words sank deep.
I swallowed. “Then maybe you should’ve left me dead.”
Something flickered in his eyes. Not regret… something harder. Something worse. What do you want from me? I talked to myself.
“That,” he said softly, “wasn’t an option.”
Before I could respond, he uncorked the vial.
“Wait, what are you doing?” I asked him in confusion.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he grabbed my hand. “Don’t move.”
I frowned. “Are you serious right now...?”
He tilted the vial. The single drop fell onto the back of my hand.
Everything in me started to panic again. And that single drop, burned my skin. Unlike before, the blade pierced my chest, the pain was unbearable, but this single drop is much worse.
It felt like something inside me woke up.
I gasped, my body jerking as heat rushed through my veins. My vision blurred, then sharpened too much, colors too bright, shadows too deep.
“What... what is this?!” I cried.
“Just watch,” he said.
But I could barely hear him. My senses exploded.
I could hear the wind outside, loud and alive. The wood in the walls creaking. Even my own heartbeat is slow at first, then suddenly racing, wild and uncontrollable.
I looked down at my hand.
The drop of blood wasn’t just sitting there.
It was moving.
Spreading. Sinking into my skin like it belonged there.
“No…” I whispered.
A shiver ran through me. It felt like something was moving under my skin. Not just physical, something deeper. Something changed inside my body, it was like electricity crawled through my veins and connected them together.
A low sound rose from my chest before I could stop it.
A growl.
His grip tightened on me. “Easy.”
“Don’t...” I tried to say, but it came out wrong.
“There it is,” he murmured.
“What is happening to me?!” I demanded.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he picked up the silver blade again.
Before I could react, he pressed it against his own palm and cut.
Dark blood welled up instantly.
I froze to see what he did.
“What are you doing?” My voice shook.
He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand toward his.
The moment our blood touched each other. Something snapped, but it wasn’t just pain.
It was a connection.
Something ancient. Something binding.
His blood felt powerful. Wild. Uncontrolled. It clashed with mine... Then fused.
My vision went white and now, it started to become clearer.
A force burst between us, throwing us apart. I dropped to my knees, gasping for air as the room spun.
“What… did you… do…?” I choked out.
He was breathing harder now too, but his eyes never left me. "I needed to be sure.”
“Sure of what?!”
He stepped closer to me again, but careful this time. Like I was something dangerous.
“Of this.”
I followed his gaze.
Down to my hand.
Where our blood had mixed, something new had formed, a dark mark, like a magic ink etched into my skin.
My breath caught.
“No…”
I didn’t understand it. But somehow… I knew.
“That’s…” I started.
“A bond,” he said.
I looked up at him, my heart racing. “You marked me?!"
His expression didn’t change. “Yes.”
My chest tightened. “Why?”
For the first time, he hesitated. But just for a second.
But I saw it... and that scared me more than anything.
“Because,” he said slowly, “whatever you are…”
His gaze turned to the mark on my right hand, then back to mine.
“…you’re tied to me now.”
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