Inject Me Sweetly / Dusk Until Dawn

:Inject Me Sweetly: Chapter Seventeen

"With the wounds Joel acquired last night, they shouldn't have healed for at least a week," Solomon started, pulling a chair up next to my bed. "However, after he drank your blood, they seemed to heal almost instantly."

"When I went to clean him up, he was nearly healed," Fiona interjected, grinning at something. "Which was weird."

"So I had Fiona cut Vincent's arm-"

"What?" I gasped, staring at Solomon in shock. A searing pain went through my throat and I clenched my teeth to stop from showing it.

He chuckled. "Don't worry. Vincent can handle it. Besides, he's the only other one that has ever tasted your blood."

I blinked at him, not comprehending how that had to do with what we were talking about.

"You look confused," Sebastian commented, the corners of his lips twitching up. "We took some of your blood and gave it to Vincent to drink."

My head swiveled around to gawk at Vincent. He didn't look perturbed. He just glared at me, crossing his arms. Confused, I slowly dropped my gaze, wondering what he was upset with.

"Anyway, Vincent, show her the arm we cut."

Heaving an annoyed sigh, I lifted my head back up just in time to see him pull up the sleeve of his black sweater. My eyebrows pulled together when I realized there was no trace of any type of laceration.

Where is it? I scrawled.

"It seems you have Blue Blood."

I stared at Sebastian like he was crazy. All humans have blue blood. I waved the whiteboard in front of his face a few times to get my point across.

He chuckled. "That's not what I mean."

"Stupid," Vincent muttered.

I glared at him. What was up his butt today? I hadn't even say ten words to the guy today!

"Blue Bloods are humans who have a certain type of blood that can heal any kind of vampire wound rapidly," Solomon explained, frowning at Vincent. "I didn't believe any more existed but..."

It took a few moments for his words to register in my mind. When they did, my eyes bulged. I snatched the marker back up from the bed. What are you talking about?

"It's not possible to make it any more simple," Vincent snapped, sounding irritated. "Your blood heals us."

"You fit the criteria too," Fiona told me, tapping her chin with a finger. "Didn't you ever think how weird it was that you needed so many blood transfusions and so often? It's not normal. Nor is it normal for a human to resist having their memory erased. I read about Blue Bloods in a book once."