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Sins of my Blood By coinikee Characters: 11947

Updated: 2020-06-19 11:05


The physician made quick work of taking both a blood sample as well as a tissue sample before packing his bag and leaving me alone with my captor. Who was this man and why in the world did he hate vampires so much that instead of killing me he was willing to prolong my life just so he could torture me? But there was no way he could do that. The curse was unbreakable; that bitch made sure it was.

Once the doctor was gone, the Master of this house aka my captor scooped me up in his arms and begun leading me out of the attic.

"Ex—Excuse me, Mi—Mister? Bu—But wh—why a—are you carr—carrying me by your—yourself?" I asked, the pain in my chest intensifying with every passing minute. I could not believe I was wishing for death; had I become so weak so easily?

"Since I will be the one to kill you, it is only fitting if I spend some time with you. Even though I am utterly disgusted to be in the same space as you, let alone carrying you, I think it is necessary. You need to be familiar with the one who will enjoy killing you and making you scream, " he said as he continued to walk. I had no idea where he was taking me as my vision continued to get worse and worse as my pain intensified.

"Bu—But I do—don't th—think I wi—will be ab—able to li—live th—that l—lo—long, " I managed to say.

"You have no choice in the matter. Your life is mine now and I will decide when you live and when you die, " he stated.

How could I make him understand that whatever he was planning was never going to happen because this curse would kill me. I was in desperate need of blood and I could not feed because that very thing would kill me in less than two seconds. And there was nothing he could do about it because this curse had no cure.

No longer having the energy to argue with him or telling him the truth about my condition, I chose to keep my mouth shut and let him do whatever he wanted. However, there was one thing I needed to know, and no matter how much pain I was in, I had to know.

But before I could ask him, he pushed open a door and entered a room. My hazy vision could barely make anything out as he stepped further into the heart of the room and used his foot to close the door.

I held my breath as shock left me paralyzed when I felt the soft comfort of a mattress at my back. A bed? He was giving me a bed to sleep on? Why in the world was he doing that when he hated me so much? He was supposed to make me sleep on the floor. Would he not be disgusted that a vampire was contaminating his bed?

"Wh—What is yo—your na—na—name?" I needed to know his name before I died. I had no idea who he was except for the fact that he was a vampire hunter and he loathed my existence, but I needed to know his name before I died.

The glare he shot my way could not be seen by me but I felt it in every aching bone of my body. Maybe I could provoke him by asking him personal questions and then he would have no choice but to kill me.

"And why would I give you my name?" He asked.

I managed a painful smile. Dammit, it hurt everywhere. "Yo—You said so you—yourself th—that I ne—need to b—be fa—fam—familiar wi—with the one wh—who wi—will ki—kill me. I ne—need to kn—know yo—your na—name in or—order to b—be fam—fami—familiar." Coughs wracked my body and I looked to see blood on my hands.

"What the fuck?!" The man said, hurrying over to me. He gave me a once over before getting up and jogging away from me. I heard the sound of water running before I felt the bed dip and a cool, wet towel being dabbed over my lips and hands. "What the fuck is going on? What kind of a curse is this?" He seemed to be talking to himself and I no longer had the energy the give him a proper answer. I just needed to know his name before I died.

"Pl—Please, yo—your na—name." I managed, weakly.

The man sighed before unexpectedly giving me exactly what I wanted. "Damon. My name is Damon."

I smiled. I had yet to see him clearly but for some reason the name suited him perfectly. He sounded like a Damon and I was pretty sure he looked like one, too. Now I could die in peace. Though this man wanted to kill me, he was still kind enough to give me a comfortable place where I could take my final breaths and depart from this world.

"Th—Thank yo—you. I am—I am, Tem—Tempest, " I said, giving him my name in return. I knew he did not care for my name as he only wanted to kill me, but I felt like I owed it to him to give him the one thing he had given me.

My eyes begun to close but I had to force them open when I felt Damon's hand on the side of my face. Why did he continue to touch me when he hated me?

"Tempest, listen to me. You are not going to die. I will not let that happen, " he said with conviction that bordered on steel.

However, there was nothing he or I could do. And this was proven when instead of replying I could only close my eyes and drift off into the Underworld, knowing that I would never open my eyes again.

When my eyes opened, I was surprised to find myself in a bedroom rather than in the blazing depths of the Underworld. Where was I? Was I dead? Was this really the Underworld and all the horrors I heard about it were just stories made up to scare me as a baby vampire?

However, I managed to take stock of my surroundings. The walls were painted a dull beige with dark furniture adorning the room. The champagne colored sheets on the bed were soft and felt expensive. Just where was I and how did I get here?

While I fingered the sheets it all came back to me all of a sudden. The curse; me running away from home; Bolby and the others trying to kill me because I was no longer one of them; me ending up in the house of a vampire hunter; his name was Damon and he wanted to kill me.

The door of the room opened and in walked in the man who wanted to kill me in his own way, and this time I was able to get a good look at him. He really was as well-built as I figured he would be consideri

ng he was the one who carried me all the way to his room. And his piercing blue eyes had a shiver of dread running down my spine; even now he looked at me like he wanted to kill me in the most painful way.

"I told you I will not let you die, " he said as he closed the door behind him and strode over to me.

I dragged my body to a sitting position, surprised to find my body cooperating and not screaming in pain. How could this be possible? How could the pain just vanish?

"Wh—What happ—happened? What did you do to me?" I questioned, hoping he would give me a proper answer instead of threatening to kill me like he kept doing the last time I heard him. Speaking of which, what was the time? How long had I been unconscious?

Damon smirked, dangerously as he perched on the edge of the bed a few centimeters away from me. "I did what I told you I would. I will not let you die by someone else's hands. You will die, Tempest, but you will die at my hands and on my terms."

"I should not be alive right now…" he could threaten me all he wanted but the fact remained that I should not be alive after not being able to feed for so long.

"Yes. That is what I have been wondering for the past three days. I thought you would not live, but I have my ways to get what I want and so I pulled some strings and here you are; however, you will not live for long, " he informed me.

Three days? I had been unconscious for three days? I should be dead. I should not be alive right now. How did he do it? What did he do to prevent my death?

"What are you talking about? What did you do?" I enquired, apprehension sitting heavy in my heart.

"Prolonged your life for a few days, " he answered, cryptically.

"What? How? You can't do that, " I said.

"Of course I can. Let's just say, I put another curse on you. And after every few days I will renew that curse until I decide to end your life, " he informed me.

"Bu—But how? You are a vampire hunter. You are not a witch." He could either be of the one the two, not both at the same time.

"No. I am not a witch. But I know someone who is. And that same person is currently looking into the curse which nearly killed you, " Damon said, making me wish I could run away while I still had the chance. But then what? He said so himself that this new spell would only last a few days and unless it was casted again I would die due to not being able to feed.

"So you used magic to bring me back to life?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Damon smirked, then nodded. "Yes. Now I don't want to waste my time talking to you, but a friend of mine wanted to know about the curse. And I would appreciate it if you told me without having me torture you, though I will not deny, I would very much love to do that. But it is your call at the end of the day."

His words left me with little doubt that he would kill me sooner or later, now I had to decide if I wanted it to be sooner or later. I had no wish to endure pain soon after nearly dying, so I might as well cooperate with him and hope that he would not kill me.

"I…" I took a deep breath. You can do this, Temp. Just tell him the truth, I thought. "I cannot…feed."

Damon arched an elegant eyebrow as if he thought I was bluffing. "What did you say?"

"I said I cannot feed. I can no longer drink blood because blood is going to kill me, " I clarified, hating the heaviness in my heart. I did not want to tell anybody what I was suffering from. A vampire being unable to feed was no vampire at all. He or she was a disgrace to the entire specie, and that was exactly what I had become.

My eyes did not stray from Damon's face, watching for any sign of emotion. And then, he burst out laughing and I couldn't help the burn that overtook my face as he continued to laugh at my misery. Of course, what else was I supposed to expect. He had a vampire as a captive who could not even drink blood. He would be having a field day right now. And all I could do was sit here at his mercy.

"Did you just say you are now allergic to blood because of the curse?" Damon asked, amusement shimmering in his eyes.

Tears stung my eyes and no matter how much I wanted to keep them in place, they managed to break free and spill down my face. My life and my existence was ruined and all he could do was laugh about it. How could he hate vampires so much?

"You wanted to know about the curse, I told you, " I snapped, not caring that right now I was at his mercy and he could kill me if he chose to.

"Right. Of course. I must say you deserve this. I wonder who it was that did this to you, I need to meet him or her and ask her about this. It would be a nice way to destroy your specie once and for all.

I glared at Damon. "Get out. Leave me alone! If you want to kill me, then do so already, if not then get out."

He responded to my glare with one of his own, but I did not cower. If I had my strength, then he would be no match for me. But as it was, I had not fed in four days and therefore had no energy to fight him.

"Watch your mouth while you are here. Next time you dare to speak to me in such a tone and I will slice your tongue, " he warned before getting up. "Someone will bring breakfast for you in a little while, make sure to have it. I will see you in the evening. Try to stay alive by then." He chuckled darkly before leaving the room.

Once he was gone, I released an audible sigh of misery before leaning back against the headboard. This was terrible. What could I do now? Where could I go? I was stuck at the mercy of the man who was going to kill me and I could not even go outside because I would die anyway. And who knows if Bolby and the others were out looking for me. What could I do? Where could I go?

No matter how much I tried to come up with a solution, I knew I was well and truly and stuck. The entire world wanted me dead. I didn't know how. I didn't know why. And I could do nothing…

But cry.

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