Chapter 4 Holy Blood

• I felt a sudden wave of heat, like I'm on fire. My blood
• boils as I sweat profusely. A loud groan filled my head. Her eyes shone the
• vibrant gold. Dark strands of red weigh down to her thin waist. The woman is
• weeping.  
• Slowly, the light in her golden orbs disappear; her eyes
• covered by darkness. And all I felt was the coldness. Her pulse weakened and I
• could feel my lungs tightening.  
• “You did nothing wrong.” A soft, mellow voice
• whispered.  
• I was gasping for air.  
• It's always the bright sunlight that wakes me up in the
• morning or sometimes, it's a vampire. In today's case, it's none other than
• Izaac.  
• His voice woke me, “You okay?”  
• I sat up and my back hit the tree. “Yeah.”  
• I held my forehead and wiped tiny bullets of sweat. My, what
• a nightmare! It looked real. The voice felt like a lullaby to keep me
• asleep.  
• “Do you fall asleep out in the woods as a hobby? Is it fun?
• I must try it sometimes.” That smile I want to rip off of his face. It seems as
• if whenever he sees me, that half smile is always visible. I'm thinking its
• only purpose is to annoy the hell out of me.  
• Glaring at him will just make my head hurt so I chose to
• ignore him. I got up from my sleeping position and hastily dusted off my shorts
• from the soil. He was right. I fell asleep here at the back of the
• castle.  
• “What is that?” I turned to Izaac who was looking down at my
• shorts.  
• I glanced over at my thigh. My brows knotted, clueless of
• the scar on my thigh. It wasn't there yesterday in the shower. It's a huge bite
• mark and it looked as if it just healed.  
• “Fuck,” He muttered to himself. Izaac looked behind me. The
• gate was bent and severely damaged. As if a huge stone burst it open. But that wasn't
• important now because there lies a dead wolf just a couple steps away from us.
• Its position is pointed at the forest, as if it were heading there. Its fur is
• black and tainted with blood. Almost at some of its parts the blood has dried
• up, on its ears and neck mostly. However, the blood pooling on its half opened
• mouth is still fresh and black.  
• Memories from last night gushed at me like a running river.
• Blurry glimpses of the beast flashed in my mind like lightning. Those glowing
• eyes that are of a killer sent shivers down my spine. I saw it. I saw how its
• teeth pierced through my flesh. I stumbled backwards, my mind running of many
• thoughts.  
• Izaac examined the beast. His nose slightly moved towards
• the blood pool, taking its scent. Izaac clenched his jaw, his eyes
• darkening.  
• "What is it?"  
• "It’s been poisoned." He replied
• curtly.  
• A hiss escaped his mouth when he touched the dark blood. The
• skin of his finger turned into a deep shade of red, almost as if it's
• heated.  
• "The blood. It's holy."  
• "What?" I'm utterly confused and he won't give me
• complete answers.  
• He remained silent as he continued to observe. What shocked
• me the most is when Izaac ripped the beast open from its parted mouth. The
• smell of seared flesh invaded our nostrils. God, it smells awful. Like a
• decayed body.  
• I took a step back, keeping my distance from the dreadful
• stench.  
• "It's burned from the inside." I mumbled, holding
• my breath. The scene before me is horrid. It's like a bomb just exploded inside
• it causing the organs to break into pieces; the blood is all slimy and
• dark.  
• "Get Ambrose." Izaac ordered  
• As he said, I went back inside and called Ambrose. Everyone
• gathered outside at the back of the castle.  
• "It's a rogue." Sage answered. He sat across the
• beast, eyeing the nasty thing.  
• "It must have followed Feyre's scent." Ambrose
• spoke and looked at me.  
• "First, take the body in the basement. I will take a
• look at it." Ambrose ordered and walked away.  
• All the boys stared at one another, waiting for someone to
• step up and carry the smelly creature.  
• "You were the one who ripped it open, you go carry
• it." Daniel said to Izaac.  
• "You came here last. Carry the damn thing, Sage."
• Izaac said  
• "What? No!"  
• "Now!" Ambrose shouted, he's just a few meters
• away and he's headed inside.  
• In the end, Gideon carried the beast for the reason that he
• stole an extra blood pack last week. Yeah, they're kids. What could I
• do?  
• I followed them down the basement. There were stairs that
• led us down the castle. A ghastly stench welcomed us as we took the last few
• steps. It looked ancient, like a dungeon that they turned into some kind of
• laboratory. I was right. Inside the cells were skulls and skeletons. The green
• water splashed when a rat strode from nowhere. The soles of my shoes were now
• wet and dirty. I'm thinking this room isn't one of their favorites because of
• the disgusted look on their faces. Ambrose on the other hand remained focused
• and emotionless. He must've been used to the odor here.  
• "Lay it here." Ambrose pointed at the metal bed.
• Gideon nodded and did what he was told.  
• Ambrose furrowed his brow, "This blood cannot be
• touched by demons." He looked at me, bewildered.  
• "What exactly happened last night?" He asked, his
• voice thunderous and in need of immediate answers.  
• I looked down at the beast, those eyes now shut and
• lifeless.  
• "I was out for a quick stroll around the castle. When I
• reached the back castle, I saw it. The beast attacked me and bit my thigh. I
• couldn't ask for help since its teeth were buried on my skin. It was strong but
• I managed to kick it away. Then I passed out." I explained, my lips
• trembling.  
• Ambrose nodded, staring at the beast.  
• "This wolf was undoubtedly poisoned."  
• Everyone in the room has this strong expression. Eyebrows
• knotted and their teeth gritted. They're probably wondering who the murderer
• is.  
• Izaac turned his head at me. He wasn't glaring or anything.
• He just stood there with this spark of interest in those green
• eyes.  
• "I didn't poison it. I don’t understand." I was
• lost for words. It's like Izaac thinks of me as the murder suspect and it's
• nerve wrecking as hell. I bit the inside of my cheek.  
• "Your blood. It's lethal to all demons. One drop of
• your blood can kill any darkly creatures. Now the question is, how is that
• possible? I've never encountered something like this before." Ambrose
• stated, his eyes pierced through me with curiosity.  
• "What are you, Feyre?"  
• All eyes darted at me.