Of Blood and Pulse summary:
Of Blood And Pulse picks up the story right where Pulse Of Heroes left off...
After a rocky start, Michelle and Elliot's relationship seems to be teetering on nothing but a few fraying strings, despite the great love that they both feel for one another.
Haunted and scarred by the events of the past year, they both suffer from traumatic consequences. To complicate things even further, someone who knows far too much about Elliot shows up unexpectedly, bringing revelations that even Elliot as a 4700 year-old immortal has a hard time grasping. This visitor’s mere presence adds yet another strain to the couple’s already fragile relationship.
However, before Michelle and Elliot can remedy and mend their love, they must heal themselves, and that task will not be as easy, or as safe, as it seems. Join Michelle and Elliot on an epic life-and-death adventure that will take them to the four corners of the world in search of the key to their survival.
Choice excerpts from Of Blood and Pulse:
He wondered if all the difficulties they had as a couple with regard to his past, was a sign that his kind no longer belonged in this world. They were remnants of a distant age that refused to give up the future.
They weren’t alone.Michelle put her hands against Elliot’s chest & slowly applied pressure.As they opened their eyes she immediately noticed that his eyes were aglow “Your eyes are glowing a little.” Elliot smiled breathing deeply. She held his face in her hands & stared directly into his eyes.They were magical.She wanted them all to herself.No language could compliment nor express a yearning that lacked logic.
Seeing Elliot and the other guys hang around shirtless drove her crazy because they were all so perfectly chiseled. For the first time Michelle felt what it must feel like for a man to want to run his hands all over a woman’s body even if he didn't know her. With Haneul and Ando it was just curiosity, but with Elliot, she practically wanted to devour him alive.
Elliot felt Michelle’s adrenaline kicking in and soaking her nervous system. He could practically taste the sweetness of the glucose as her body used it up with fervor for extra energy. Michelle’s body was bursting in flight or fight mode. She trashed her arms and kicked backwards with her feet. She shook her head and bared her teeth. Her muscles contorted and her jaw hung in resentment, even her heart rate was at a dangerous speed. Elliot’s arms felt like steel around her body, the claustrophobia unbearable.
For Michelle, Elliot has never stopped being mysterious, and at times he was still completely unreachable and closed about subjects that he felt were not for her ears. And he was deadly stubborn; although not more stubborn than her. In that category she had him beat and used her unrelenting personality to wear him down. She didn’t like to do it, but what other options did she have? It was good for him to share. How else was she supposed to love him and help him if he shared with her only pieces of him that have been selectively chosen? Michelle wondered if she would ever truly know him.
The only question that did remain unanswered in his mind is whether their kind had souls the way humans did? And once they die, did their soul go to the same place? Did they join their brethren after their physical differences were cast aside? What if they didn’t. What a cruel joke that would be.
It’s not unlike being a human. They are born, their life is painfully short and the only thing they know for sure is that they’re going to die. So what are they supposed to do? Live in fear of the inevitable? What kind of life would that be?
"Just three more months, is all I ask for. But you know I will miss you horribly, and so will the baby.” Haden wants her to leave her baby with him. She couldn’t do that, she thought, and more tears came. "But you’re dead," Michelle finally managed to say. "I saw it myself. Elliot killed you." He engulfed Michelle in his arms and stroked her hair. He then kissed her softly and she fell into his arms crying. "No, sweet Michelle. Elliot didn’t kill me. You did.”
Some of the first converts to Christianity were from my own blood. So at the end of the day it was brother against brother. And it always is. A rather ugly human interaction if you ask me. But remember this, I have seen this time and time again. If people didn’t fight and kill one another using religion as a cause they always find other reasons to do so.
Sam answered that James claims that he still loves her. There goes that word again, Michelle thought. Love seems to mean different things at different times by different people.