“What do you really want to know?”

I heard her asked but I cannot find an answer to it. I just got this feeling that there is something on her that I can’t explain. The first time that I smell her blood, even without tasting it, I knew there is something mystical on her blood.

“Nothing.” I answered and was about to live when she stops me.

“Wait!” she called. “You wouldn’t come here just for nothing. So, tell me, what is it?”

I take a deep breath. “It is your blood.”

“My blood?”

“Indeed.” I stare to her eyes. “The scent of your blood, there’s something mystical in it…”...