THE CURSE : The Blood Cure by scongrove |
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
Previously. . .
Jena lowered her hand and held her wrist out, offering it to Lenny. “Take it. My blood is the cure.” Lenny stared at Jena’s wrist in confusion. “B-But…” He turned to face her. “It’s not been tested. How do you know it will work?” “I don’t,” said Jena with a shake of her head. “But what choice do you have?” “I—” Lenny paused as the others approached. Even the two human detectives stood alongside Nicolas and the Breedline crew, who looked as if they’d went a couple of rounds with a dozen wild cats by all the scratches and bite marks, not to mention their clothes. It looked like they’d been through a shredder. “Lenny,” Nicolas murmured. “Have faith, my dear friend.” Continued. . . Lenny looked back at Jena as she raised her wrist, urging it close to his lips. “Drink,” she said, her rough wolfish voice given way to a softer, more soothing tone. How perfectly terrifying she looked, her face a mask of dark fur, a long muzzle for a mouth, and pointed lupine ears atop her beastly head. He nodded a silent understanding and took her wrist in his hands. He lowered his bloodred gaze and stared where the viable blood vessel was hidden beneath the thick layer of her dark fur. The rhythmic throbbing of her pulse and the drumming of her heart was like music to his ears. The sounds eased him in a way. The moment he peeled back his lips and bit into her flesh, blood flowed from the punctured vein and rushed into his mouth. At the barest taste of her blood, his eyes opened, growing more focused than before. Jena’s blood possessed a powerful energy like nothing he’d ever tasted. He sucked gently at first, but then an overwhelming thirst took hold. Already he felt its healing abilities coursing through his veins. As Lenny drew in deeper pulls, his tongue probing hungrily at the savory red liquid, he felt the sickness inside of him slowly begin to fade. It was like an unknown force racing through his body as Jena’s blood merged with his own. Then, a renewed feeling washed over him, carrying away his weak and deteriorating physical state. As he released her wrist, a contented sigh escaped his lips, and for the first time in so many years, he felt alive again. And much more vibrant than ever. He smiled up at her, the taste of her blood still on his lips. “It worked.” Tears welled in his eyes. “I will forever be in your debt, Miss McCain.” He dipped his head. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” she said. “And call me Jena.” Her mouth drew back into the most hideous wolfish grin, revealing rows of sharp-pointed teeth. “Now…” She waved her clawed hand. “Go fetch your beloved Amelia. I will heal her too.” “What about the others?” asked Lenny. “Others?” Jena tilted her head. “How many are we talking?” “Now that Fiona is gone,” Lenny paused, the look in his eyes expressing sadness, “Amelia and her brother Augustus are the only two here in the facility. But there are still others in Manhattan, waiting for a cure.” “Well then,” Jena began, crossing her hairy arms. “Looks like I’ll be making a trip to New York.” “What about the remaining Biters?” asked Lenny. “We can’t have them wandering outside the facility. They’re dangerous.” “They couldn’t have gone far,” said Jena. “I’m sure they’re somewhere around here. Besides, didn’t you say sunlight would kill them?” When Lenny nodded, Jena pointed to a clock mounted on the wall at the far end of the room and said, “Well, considering it’s already dawn, I believe they won’t be leaving this place anytime soon.” “In that case,” said Lenny, cocking a brow, “neither will I.” As Lenny turned to leave, he glanced down at his tattered shirt and was shocked by all the blood stains covering the satiny material. He reached down and fingered the holes created by Henry’s unruly little monsters. Beneath all the rips and tears, his skin shown no signs of trauma. It was as if they’d magically disappeared. If it weren’t for Jena’s blood… her creature’s blood, he’d be near death by now. There was no way he could have withstood the vampire’s attack in his previous condition. But now, he was good as new. The vampire virus that once took over his body, like a slow and painful cancer, was now a mere memory, and no longer a death sentence. He looked back at Jena once more, his expression grateful, and she noticed the changes in his appearance. The blue webbed veins that shown beneath his skin were no longer visible. Instead, they were replaced by the signs of youthfulness and immortality. Even the long strands of his platinum hair of which had previously looked bleak and dull, now glimmered with vitality and shine. And then she wondered what it had been like for Lenny all these years, living as a vampire. Surely, it hadn’t been easy over the last two centuries, hiding in the shadows, never to see the sun. Although she’d been cursed to live an immortal life, at least she could walk among the day. Oddly, she felt sympathy for Lenny. She’d rather be dead than to live forever in the darkness. To her it would be like an imprisonment. Meanwhile, as Lenny went to retrieve Amelia and Augustus, Nicolas and the others gathered around Jena. “You’re not going after those Biters alone,” said Nicolas. “I’m coming with you.” “I agree with Nicolas,” said Tim. “There’s at least half a dozen of them left.” “If we’re planning on killing what’s left of those little bloodsuckers,” said Jace, “we’re gonna need something real sharp.” “Yeah,” Roman chimed in. “Surely there’s something around here we can use.” The second Jace took off, Jem called out, “Hold up, Brother. Where do you think you’re going?” Jace looked over his shoulder. “To look for weapons.” “Okay, but don’t go too far,” said Jem, frowning. “You wouldn’t want to run into those Biters. You’ll be forced to shift. And it would be easier if we could avoid provoking your Beast.” “Whatever,” Jace groaned under his breath as he walked off. Roman tapped Jem on the shoulder. “I’ll go with him.” Jem nodded. “Thanks Roman.” As the guys weighed their options, mulling over the best way to destroy the remaining Biters without shifting, Jena looked toward the far side of the room where two bodies lay. She felt a twinge of sadness when she caught site of Fiona’s blank glossy stare. She was positioned on her side, her head nearly severed, lying in a pool of her own blood. Jena blinked a few times, and a single tear fell from the corner of her eye. Not far from Fiona lay Henry’s bloody torso. Through a set of narrowed eyes, Jena searched for the mad physician’s head. She followed the crimson trail that led to the opposite side of the room. There, facing her, staring out of wide lunatic eyes, was the gory severed head. The expression on Henry’s face was one of shock, his mouth slacked open, and strings of raw carnage oozed from the bloody stump. Looking at the grotesquery, she felt no pity for the man. Dr. Henry Michaels deserved his fate and then some. To be continued. . .
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