Castiel leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms. He’s more or less in the same outfit as me, though his skin is lined with his golden markings.
“Unfortunately, turning into a vampire isn’t a runic curse,” he adds. To which she makes a face at him but doesn’t say anything. She made the same face when her roommate said the first mentions ofSyngeniawas the first land of magic. And again when I was teaching who had first created the university.
It’s her tell when she disagrees with you. And since she stated that Syngenia was first known as the name of the first blood witch, I’m going to assume she not only disagrees with you, but knows for a fact you’re wrong.
She shrugs and then shifts on her feet. “Well, either way I have my answer. I need to go now.”
She takes another step though neither myself nor Castiel move. Her light colored eyes flick between us and breathing through my mouth is no longer helping because I can almost taste that sweet berry and floral scent.
“Why do you smell so sweet, poison flower,” Castiel murmurs and her eyes widen a fraction at it. I can feel his lust and hear his whispering thoughts about what he wants to do to her.
“I need to go,” she repeats. Teeth gritted and now her hands are fisted where they’re crossed over her abdomen.
Castiel hums. “So you would taste as sweet as you smell. Tell me, poison flower, where are you bleeding from?”
Like a piece clicking into place, my mind makes the connection.
She has poison trapped within the scar tissue but it’s not stuck there. That’s why she needs food and sleep and why she’s semi-immune. The poison has been seeping into her blood so like with any other being, when their blood is exposed it heightens their scent.
Which means this entire time she’s been bleeding.
My muscles tighten as I glare at her. “Where the fuck are you bleeding from?”
Was it Darian? Did he do something to her? Or did someone else try to do something before she got here?
She glares right back at us. “May I go?” she growls. Like a little kitten.
“No,” Castiel says the same time as I do. Repeating what he said, Castiel asks, “Where are you bleeding from?”
Her hands tighten around her middle area and Castiel jerks back at hearing my thought. A thought that couldn’t possibly be plausible, but I can feel his agreement anyway. Only it’s impossible. Vampires can’t menstruate.
Letting out a frustrated groan, she hunches an inch over as she winces. “Holy shit, unless you want a bunch of blood all over your fucking hard wood let. Me. Go.” Wincing again she breaths out, “Fucking cramps.”
Cementing what I thought.
Only it’s not possible.
Castiel shifts and says, “There’s a bathroom in my office.” Causing her to clench her jaw and straighten before marching straight towards the door. Sliding past me, uncaring that her entire front brushes along my side, and out the door.
I hear a heavy door open and then shut as I turn to face Castiel with a look of disbelief.
“How is that – “
Not out loud, I interrupt.
He nods and then blows out a breath.It can’t be possible, right? I mean, we both know how vampires are turned and what changes are made to their human bodies. The only reason they need to drink blood is because they’re dead and drinking blood is how their own cycles through their veins.
I know.
Could it be because of the poison? Or is the new generation of vampires evolving? She needs blood, that isn’t an act. And she burns in the sun.
I shake my head and drag my hand down my face. None of this makes sense.
Extending the shadows of my mind further I reach for Thorne. It takes a few seconds before he opens his mind to me.
I’m on call with my father, As –
She’s menstruating, Castiel blurts. I’d laugh at the bluntness but Thorne processes the words and his shock splinters through.
