Scented blood.

Sasha glanced down at the sanitary napkin strapped to her underwear as she pressed back against the cool tank of the toilet. The combination of thick blood and perfumed tissue made her woozy. Quickly, she closed her eyes to settle her stomach. Unfortunately, the two organs refused to work in tandem. She would have to rely on other body parts. Lifting her feet slightly, she shook the soiled undergarment from around her ankles and tossed it into the tub. She grimaced as the pad landed face down with a wet smack. Sasha yanked the shower curtain toward her to shield her from the unpleasant sight. The curtain rod rattled angrily in response.

Over the past few days the pad had become her medical periapt. She silently prayed each time she removed the plastic-coated paper from the back of a napkin for the blood to come. She hoped that her winged talismans would protect her from the evils of small children and shapeless housecoats.

And they had.

She chuckled quietly as she listened to the soft tapping of droplets of blood hitting still waters.