Like a period?"
"I mean, kind of. Once a month, I have to deal with a little blood. It's inconvenient, messes up my clothes, I'm moody as hell. Yeah, sure. It's like a period. Hopefully, we can do that thing where ours sync up." He wiggled his eyebrows and laughed.
"Bro, this isn't funny." But yet, I laughed too.
That night, I agreed to go through with it. I had to find someone to harvest their blood and organs, and my ex, Harper, was calling me for the twentieth time that week. I'd only fucked her for a few weeks to try to get Eisley out of my system. It'd been months since we broke up and she was still in my DMs. It was easy enough to lure her out, let her blow me, and then do what needed to be done.
I'd tossed her in the river, and now, it was time for me to be reanimated.
I lay naked on the satin sheet while creepy music of people singing poured from his TV. I closed my eyes as he began reading from the book. I thought of Eisley and how beautiful she was and the last time we'd kissed. She'd let me touch her down between her legs, and she was so wet. My cock rose, and I began to stroke it, per Constantine's instructions. The Reanimator required blood, semen, and tears from the person set to receive his gift. I'd asked him about that when he did his ritual, and he refused to comment on it. Considering he was a child when his had taken place, I respected that.
I continued to focus on Eisley, and how soon I'd be going to visit and we'd get to spend some time together. She had been telling me all about a flower she'd been growing. Once we were all reanimated and gone from that forsaken fucking town, she'd have her greenhouse filled with beautiful gothic flowers. My cock exploded and spilled onto my abdomen. I waited until I came down to look for Constantine. He wasn't paying any attention. He'd set fire to all of Harper's organs.
The smell of burnt flesh filled my nostrils, but I knew I couldn't move. I had to simply let him work. Constantine continued to chant while tossing other items into the fire. Then, grabbing the blood, he turned and offered it to me.
This was the part I'd dreaded the most. My hands shook as I dipped them into the large bucket and bathed myself from head to toe in the blood. It was cold and thick and smelled so richly of iron. My semen mixed with the blood, and as I reached my face, I realized that I had the tears as well. I spread it everywhere, Constantine helping on my backside, and then I rolled back and closed my eyes.
He stood above me, holding a dagger and staring directly at my chest. I braced myself, knowing this was it. He'd either been lying this entire time and I would die, or something inside of me would change forever.
The swish came down and I gasped as the coldness hit my heart. I didn't feel the pain I thought I would. Instead, it was a heavy, freezing weight. I couldn't breathe, and I closed my eyes, accepting my fate.
And then, I awoke. I winced as my fingers ran along the new Y-shaped cut I had.
I was sticky and smelled horrid, but I was alive. No, I wasreanimated. I could feel it in my bones. Something was different.
"Welcome back, Kansas." Constantine sat on the couch, most of his body covered in blood from working on me, arms spread, looking smug.
"It worked," I gasped. "Now what?"
Constantine leaned forward and gave me that wicked grin. "Now, we go get our girl."
Rule 77 - Eisley
Trust your gut.
"So, you did kill her. Harper, your ex."
Kansas nodded.
"I did. I didn't date her for that purpose, but it worked out the way it needed to."
I had slept for so long. When I finally roused, I wanted explanations.
"Were you in love with her?" Despite knowing she was dead and it had been brutal, jealousy flared inside me.
Kansas reached out and cupped my cheek. "Princess, no. Never. I've never loved anyone but you."
"You promise?" I don’t know where this desperation came from, but now that we were all lovers, I let myself speak openly and raw with them. His hand slid down, picking up the ring now returned to its rightful place around my neck.
"Absolutely. Constantine wasn't the only one who made a vow that night."
I smiled, feeling reassured. The ring around his own neck told me he wanted this too.
"Uh, guys?" I said as they started to dress up. "I don't have any clothes."
"Oh, right, hold on." Constantine sauntered out of the room and returned with a black backpack, tossing it onto the bed. "There you go."
"What's this?" I bent down and picked it up, eyeing it curiously.
