Daughter of Kaos (The Daughter Trilogy Book 3) (48 page)

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Gifted Curse
, Book I of the Curse Trilogy.

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 the question,” 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.

“I think there’s a lot about me that makes you mad, Ivan. You don’t necessarily hate my kind,

you envy us, and I don’t blame you,” I taunt, and he just shakes his head while continuing to carry his

secretive smirk.

“I would never envy a hybrid.”

“I think you do. You see, you have to stay segregated from the humans in an effort to keep the

infection from spreading, where as I can walk among them. You can only live off their blood, for the

blood of your own kind is not meant for nourishment. I don’t need a human’s blood at all. I only need

blood when I need to heal, and I can take anyone’s blood I want - straight from the vein. That warm,

drizzling flow can enter my mouth any time I feel it necessary, and all I need is someone’s consent.

For instance,” I say with a suspenseful pause, while circling over to the human guard I had

intentionally brought into the room with me.

The gentle-eyed man turns to me, and I strum my fingers over his chest before walking behind

him. My mouth grazes over his back as I circle back around, and I can see Ivan’s eyes widening when

he realizes I’m seducing him with his only weakness - the blood from a human’s vein.

“Right now I could take this young, dedicated man’s blood if he wanted me to. I could taste the

warmth of his delicious red stain flowing into my mouth while the passion inside of me erupted. We

would tangle up in our passionate throes, and he would give me access to any part of his body I wanted

to drink from,” I seduce, and the human wavers under my heated touch as he tries to steady his enticed

libido.

“Yes, ma’am,” the human stammers out, and I try not to laugh while keeping my very in-control

stance.

“You hear that, Ivan? I didn’t even have to ask. He’s simply offering his blood to me. Doesn’t

that drive you crazy? I don’t need, crave, or even desire that blood unless I’m hurt, but you need it all

the time. Here I am with a soft, supple bit of flesh just inches from my lips, and you’re restrained to a

chair. Don’t tell me you don’t envy me,” I smolder, and then my teeth scathe over the man’s shoulder,

tearing his uniform slightly when my blood bringers unsheathe themselves from my gums to add a

little more zest to the mind torture.

“Stop,” Ivan almost whimpers. “Please stop,” he begs again, and now I know I am getting closer

to bringing him to a fold.

My teeth press down to where they almost break the skin on my human puppet. The mortal

heartbeat quickens, the sound resonating in the ears of the lusting full blood sweating a river in the

same room. Ivan squeals out through a gasp.

“I’ll tell you if you let me drink from a vein,” he huffs out heavily, his eyes almost black as they

teem with need.

I draw back from the seductive ploy, and the guard shivers off my lingering tease.

“I can have a death row inmate brought to your cell for your pleasure. You can drain her, blood

fuck her, and then we’ll ash her - or him if you prefer. That’s up to you,” I murmur with a nonchalant

tone.

The offer dangles over him like a slab of meat over the head of a starving dog. There’s no

question about it, he’s putty now.

“Him, please,” Ivan almost whispers, and a devious smirk emerges to my face.

“Then tell me who is behind the Rising. I need names. The more you give me, the more time

you’ll have alone with him.”

“I want it in writing. As soon as I have it in writing, I’ll tell you everything I know,” he eagerly

promises.

I smile very victoriously, and then I wave to the glass that seconds as a mirror. Almost instantly,

I’m joined by the redhead I’ve worked with for almost too long. She sits down with the paperwork

necessary to start the deal, and I give her a wink to display my joy for the win we’ve been looking for.

“Let me know the scoop. Clay asked me to come see him as soon as I finished up here. Give Ivan

some pictures of the ones we have on death row. If his facts pan out, we’ll make sure he enjoys his

one night,” I say to Sherry, my partner.

Ivan is almost drooling when I walk out, and he’s eager to spill the information. I’ve been

working for so long to catch this break, and now it’s finally here.

Clay’s door is open when I turn the corner, and I can see the heavy face I was hoping would be

much more lifted with this win in the bag.

“I just found the biggest lead to the Rising yet, and here you are moping in your office,” I chuckle

out.

“I’m not moping, Araya, I’m a little stressed is all,” he sighs, and then he motions for me to shut

the door.

I do as he silently beckons, and then I sit down, bemused by his bizarre reaction to the biggest

break we’ve had yet.

“We’re calling an emergency meeting. The Rising is no longer a top priority, and I need you to

pack a bag for the Seminole compound,” he grumbles.

“What?” I squeal. “I’ve been busting my ass on this for months, and now that I’m this close to

blowing the doors off, you’re pulling the plug?”

“I’m not pulling the plug,” he growls. “Sherry will have to handle the Rising on her own.

They’re not the biggest threat right now. We’ve run into some problems in other compounds.

Weapons as strong as ours were used in the attack. They have our knowledge, and they have