Page 53 of The Curse Trilogy

“For a human?” Brazen speculates out loud.

“Sit back and enjoy the show, boys,” I say to answer his question without actually answering.

The red dress I’m wearing has a very high split that journeys up the leg, and I strap a holster to my thigh. The split leaves the gun in view, and I walk out of the glass box to head into the cold, sterile one holding my pissed off human suspect.

“You bitch. You had better tell them to let me go if you want to live,” the man barks the moment I walk in.

“Good evening to you too,” I chuckle out, and I confidently strut over to the man violently rattling the cuffs that bind his hands.

“You have no fucking clue who you’re dealing with,” he snarls out, acting more and more like a rabid wolf than a human.

“Then tell me who I’m dealing with,” I murmur very softly, and I take a seat on the edge of the table and while crossing my legs - acting very uninterested and unimpressed.

“You don’t really act like you want to know,” he spouts.

“Sorry,” I say with a fake yawn. “It’s been long couple of weeks. It’s been packed full of blood, sex, and epic battles where I’ve been the victor. Seeing a mere human doesn’t exactly strike fear into my bones,” I provoke, and his snarling worsens.

Suddenly, he stops. He leans back into the chair with a little more calmness shining through, and then he tries to flip the tables early in the interrogation.

“You’d be surprised,” he murmurs with a menacing grin.

His chilling attitude has piqued my curiosity, but I keep my nonchalant attitude intact.

“I doubt it. Humans stopped being surprising before I even hit the change,” I huff out, and then I stretch out so that I’m lying on top of the cold, steel table in front of him. “You can keep talking, I’m just going to rest my eyes,” I murmur while acting as if my eyes are too heavy to hold open.

“You’ll be sorry for overlooking me so easily. I know Sherry felt the same way,” he murmurs, and in that instant, chills consume me.

He did flip the tables, and I very slowly fight off the savage trying to emerge, knowing I’ll rip his head off no matter what phase I’m in. His eyes smile as my wide ones connect, and then he shrugs as if he has been victorious in this game.

“So you know about Sherry, and you know about my connection with her,” I pry.

“I know the two of you were partners, and I know that bitch never thought a human could make her squirm.”

“So you were there… Javeline. Why destroy it?” I ask gingerly while trying not to implode from the anger I’ve been forced to bottle up.

“There’s a reason for everything, Ms. Crush,” he spews, and more chills consume me.

I never said my name, but then again, he knows a lot about me.

“I see you’ve been studying my kind,” I murmur while scooting my legs a little closer. “Is that because you’ve been turned down for the blood change or is it because you just have nothing fucking better to do?” I growl.

“It’s because we were told to,” he answers ominously. “There’s something big coming, Ms. Crush, and I don’t think you’re ready for it just yet. Pretty soon your filthy kind and the full blood trash will be nothing. Hybrids will be mere half breeds with a tan, and full bloods will be living in the darkness in fear.”

“That’s a big task for a human,” I murmur leadingly.

“Not just humans - true hybrids,” he counters, and his eyes glisten with excitement as if he’s desperate to share his gloating secret with me.

“I’m as true a hybrid as one can get,” I say to play dumb.

He’s talking about a new species, but he has to be delusional.

“No. True hybrids will one day walk the sunlit earth without the tinted sky darkening their path because there won’t be anymore full bloods to protect from its glorious rays. Their blood will allow them to change others, unlike your sterile blood now, and unlike the far too fertile blood of the full bloods, they’ll be able to choose if the person is changed or not. They’ll see at night as you do in day - like the full bloods, but it’ll be better. They’ll have gifts as you do, but they’ll own more control. Humans will line up to stop being at the bottom of the food chain, and full bloods will cease to exist all together. Your blood will be used to heal their bodies until the last of your kind is gone,” he rattles out, and I turn to face the glass harnessing the numerous sets of eyes I know are wide even though I can’t see them.

“That sounds a little farfetched. You’re saying an evolution is about to occur without a lapse in time. It seems like a rather large undertaking. Not all humans have blood types compatible for change, and if they lack that specific gene, then they will simply become infected rather than move into our world.”

“That was the old virus,” he murmurs vaguely. “What we can do now… It’s surreal.”

“Then why come here? No humans have been changed in any of the compounds you’ve destroyed. Everybody has been accounted for. If this wonderful world you live in offers such an immense joy, then why not change people to build an army?”