"I don't get it." I said as I looked to Aster for help with what Banks had said, but he was avoiding eye contact.
"Didn't you wonder what we did with your human blood?" Banks asked, crashing back into his chair. I glared at him a little.
"I'm sorry, did you just make me drink my own blood?" I sneered at him. He roared with laughter. "Why did it taste like that? Did you put something in it?" I glanced at his cup again. I had licked cuts to stop them from bleeding before, and my blood had definitely never tasted like that.
"Drinking human blood is the closest we can get to being drunk." Jaskier whispered from behind me.
"I see." I crossed my arms across my chest, glaring at Banks as he downed his glass of blood.
"If it makes you feel any better, we only get to drink it when we make a new Reaper. None of us drink human blood on the regular."
"Right." I heard Nico mutter his breath. I glanced at him, and then to Aster who is glaring daggers in his direction. But Nico is staring off in the opposite direction, his hand still playing with whatever metal thing was in his pocket.
I'll remember that little comment, for sure.
"Do you want some more?" Banks drew my attention back to him. He was standing again. "I'm getting another cup."
"Vito will strangle you if you don't save some for him." Aster warned.
"Let that hot headed little bastard try!" He roared as he disappeared down the hallway where I'd had my surgery.
"I'm done." I blinked, glancing at Jaskier, who was now in front of me. I had kind of forgotten he was even cutting my hair.
"Do you have a mirror?" I asked. I could see his eyes moving all over my hair. I hope he didn't fuck it up.
He reached behind me and grabbed a hand mirror off the table, handing it to me.
I brought it to my face, letting out a sigh of relief when I see he did a really good job. I messed with it a little, bringing it to the center of my forehead more, and then held the mirror back so I could get a good look at myself.
I don't know why, but I think I liked the way I looked more now.
I still wasn't ugly, but I bet looking this way would keep all those annoying sheep away from me. They didn't trust things that were different.
I grinned at myself in the mirror, my eyes lingering on my four razor sharp teeth. I wonder if I'd ever have to get them resharpened.
I stopped when I felt eyes on me, and I brought the mirror down. Everyone was staring at me.
"You look like a satanic man whore." Nico teased from his spot.
"Look who's talking." I retorted, leaning back to set the mirror on the table. I straightened out, then remembered Jaskier.
He was standing behind me again, gathering up his hair cutting supplies. I leaned my head back to look at him.
"Thank you, Jaskier. It looks good." He looked very embarrassed but nodded in thanks nonetheless.
"You're welcome. I'll touch it up for you whenever you want." I grinned and he shook his head.
"Here!" I snapped back up to Banks standing in front of me, holding a cup out. I raised a brow at him.
"You really expect me to sit here and drink my own blood?" I planted my hands on my thighs and stared him in the eye.
He nodded. "I promise you won't regret it. You might not get another chance until we have to replace a Reaper. Besides, if you don't keep drinking, the effects don't last long."
I sighed, and chew on my lip. "Fuck it." I grabbed the glass, staring into it for a second.
"Why didn't you bring me any?" York whined from behind us.
"You know where it is." Banks waved his hand and sipped from his cup.
"You're so rude." York complained. I shook my head a little before bringing my own cup to my lips. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I didn't even know why I was, but something in me was telling me to. It was telling me to experience something different with new friends.
I hummed happily at the sweet taste, and for a second, I totally forgot I was drinking my own blood.
My insides felt warm as the blood flowed down my throat slowly.
It felt like my veins were glowing, that was the only way I could describe it. I could feel the blood flowing all the way down to my toes. I know that's not how the digestive tract works, but it's one hundred percent how it felt.
I let out an "ah" noise when I finished the cup and pulled it away from my lips.