Page 1 of The Curse Trilogy

Gifted Curse

Chapter 1

Fragile Wounds

This cold, gray, steel room is my home, and it’s where the world crumbles for me. No one gets out without confessing their darkest crimes into my awaiting ears - this one will be no different. The titanium table separates him from me, and the sound of a human’s beating pulse is making him sweat all the more despite the frigid atmosphere. The human guard’s breath creates a cold fog while the full blood’s breath steams into the air - his blood thirst heating his core, quickening his heartbeat, and forming drool in the corner of his mouth.

“So, Ivan, tell me about the rabid pack of hairless beasts trailing up and down the coast,” I say to the seething full blood glaring at me.

He yanks against his cuffed hands that are bound to the steel shafts protruding from the floor to keep the resisters at bay, and I twitch my finger in a disapproving manner.

“You know those cuffs are designed to slice your wrists off if you manage to break through the reinforced steel. I recommend you just answer,” I taunt with a hint of arrogance.

“Fucking bitch hybrid. I won’t tell you a damn thing, and there’s no proof that was me. Without proof, you can’t fucking hold me here. These cuffs won’t be on me once I step outside this damn compound. We’ll see what a smug bitch you are then,” he hisses, spitting his disgust to the floor the second the words finish falling out of his filthy mouth.

“Ivan, Ivan, Ivan. And here I thought you were going to be a little more cooperative.” I waltz around the side of the table, propping up while drawing out my little scam. “I do have proof it was you. Our aerial surveillance cameras caught quite the show. I’ve got your face sucking the blood out of the mutts, and then we even get the chance to watch the infection spread before the hounds breathe a new life. The cameras didn’t catch everything apparently,” I murmur vaguely. “We didn’t get to see the loathsome act you would have become entangled with after the blood rush.”

His eyes burn through me, begging to rip me apart, and satisfaction spreads over me when I succeed in pissing him off.

His fury seethes from his eyes, and he blares, “You fucking bitch! You know damn well it isn’t like that with the blood of animals. There is no urge, you foul, despicable half blood,” he screeches.

Now I’ve got him. Now I can push his buttons to get him right where I need him to be before I start to send him enough rope to pull him back from the ledge.

“So, Ivan. Tell me what I don’t know because I know when I taste blood straight from a vein, I have to go farther. There’s no escaping a good blood fuck, and I think you know that,” I smolder out with far too much of an offensive tone for his full blood pride to withstand.

“I’ll kill you, you fucking hybrid,” he screeches, and then he throws himself against the table to try to escape the cuffs once more.

A light ticking warns him of how close he’s getting to making the blades thrust down on his wrists, and he instantly drops back down in his seat while heaving for the air that is leaving him.

“What’s wrong, Ivan? Is it too much to ask you to tell me where you took the animals after you drained them? I’d love to see you in action. Just think about what your high-and-mighty full blood society will think when they hear about your carnal encounter with the beasts you infected,” I chuckle out, and this time his eyes widen in fear rather than rage.

“No. You can’t tell them. I swear it doesn’t fucking do that with animals. They won’t know that unless they’ve fed on them before. A blood fuck only happens with humans or other full bloods,” he gushes in a panic.

Or hybrids, if you’re brave enough to risk it.

“So you’re saying you fed on the beasts, but you didn’t fuck them?” I crudely counter.

“I was so hungry for the taste of a vein. The diluted sacks of cold blood you sons of bitches provide us with are nothing like warm blood flowing freshly from a vein. It had just been so long, and I needed to feel the warmth flowing into my mouth. It was disgusting to taste, but I was desperate,” he pleads, and a huge smile spreads across my conniving face.

“Thanks, Ivan. All I needed was a confession,” I smugly remark, and then I grab my papers, neatly shuffling them back into place, before heading to the door.

“You lying abomination. There weren’t any fucking cameras, were there?” he screams.

“No, but now I know what I came in here to find out, and it’s straight from your fanged mouth,” I rattle out with an imperious tone.

“Damn you and your fucking disgusting blood. You don’t know a fucking thing. I hope I live long enough to see your smug face split in half,” he spews, and now the real games begin.

“Are you threatening me?” I daringly provoke.

“No. I’m not, but there will come a time when I’ll be the one smiling triumphantly. I can promise you that,” he snarls behind a secretive smirk.

“Ivan. Are you trying to tell me you know something about the Rising? I’d love to hear all about this wonderful little crew threatening our way of life. Your own life would be much easier if you give me something to take to the Commander,” I coax.

He snorts derisively while leaning back in his restrained state, and he attempts to show a more relaxed persona now that he feels as if he is in charge.

“Not a fucking chance. If you hybrids are so much better than us, then you should be able to figure it out on your own.”

“You make it sound as though you really don’t like my kind,” I say to lure him into my web.

“You disgust me,” he scoffs.