Blood Ecstasy (Blood Curse Series Book 8) (39 page)

It wasn’t that Kiera wasn’t funny, interesting, and smart, or even beautiful—she was, inside and out—but that and a nickel would buy Kyla a gumball, something she didn’t need.

Kyla Sparrow had much bigger concerns on her mind—much bigger fish to fry—than petty, monotonous, everyday affairs.

And because of that, she and her twin sister really didn’t vibe.
 

In fact, they hadn’t vibed for years.

Ever since their freshman year in high school, Kyla had known she was different: While Kiera had been a straight-A student and a practical virtuoso with her violin, impressing classmates and teachers alike with her vibrant, intelligent personality, Kyla had been morosely withdrawn. Not only had she shown very little interest in making friends, pleasing her teachers, or pursuing some extravagant talent, she had become more and more distrustful, increasingly pessimistic, and decidedly
different
as each new day dawned.
 

And it wasn’t just a matter of extrovert versus introvert or social versus antisocial; it went a whole lot deeper than that. Kyla harbored an internal rage: She was prone to fits of violence; often envious, resentful, or just plain combative; and to most of the people around her, she was an oddity, a rebel, even a threat. Sure, she shared her identical twin’s genes, good looks, and even her uncanny intelligence, but it all manifested in a completely different way.

Kyla needed to know
why
.

Why were people so stupid and unteachable?
 

Why did nations let their enemies win?
 

Why didn’t leaders employ any means necessary to achieve their individual goals, establish collective dominance, and create a hierarchy where the strongest would always survive?
 

Why did they make so many excuses for the sick, the defective, and the simple among them?

Why didn’t anyone else see that they were all just a bunch of dumb, mindless goldfish swimming around in a bowl, waiting for someone to feed them, take care of them, direct them as to where to go, what to say, and how to live, repeating the same tiresome routine, day after day, year after year, life after meaningless life? And that’s when she had met Owen Green, the handsome, charismatic leader of the Denver Militia, a secret society of vampire hunters, engaged in a much grander cause.

At first, Kyla had thought Owen was full of malarkey, with all his fanciful tales of fanged creatures who stalked the night, Dark Ones and Light Ones, opposing houses, and moons that turned the color of blood. But Owen had made her a believer over time, over a lot of shocking, revealing, and illuminating time. And more than that, he had shown her things—photos, diaries, gravestones—as he had increasingly gained her trust, all of which left little room for doubt that vampires were definitely real.

Now, thirteen years later, Kyla was more than a believer: She was a full-fledged initiate in the metropolitan area’s secret cell. She was honor-bound and one hundred percent obedient to a headhunter she had never met, a regional leader by the name of Xavier Matista, the male who had recruited Owen. In fact, not only had she gone through all the secret trainings, attended all the late-night briefings, and followed the society’s every clandestine move, she had committed herself fully on December 1
^st
of her twenty-fifth year by submitting to a full, irreversible hysterectomy in order to become eligible for field work.
 

The society paid very well.

And they took excellent care of their own.
 

They were all that was standing between humanity and the monsters, and Kyla was ready to make her first kill.
 

Knowing that any creature she hunted could very well be a Dark One, a powerful and dangerous aberration from what they called the house of Jaegar, the hysterectomy had been a must:
 

No pain, no gain.
 

No risk, no reward.
 

Kyla wasn’t playing a child’s game, and she understood that truth on a deep, intrinsic level.
 

Keeping up with her old life, pretending to be an active member of her family, meeting with her twin from time to time to engage in the mundane was all part of a necessary front. She had to pretend to be a functioning member of society as a whole, even as she knew she was the race’s defender.

Slowly, and over time, Kyla, and others like her, would help to usher in a new age, a purer society, where the strong ruled the weak, and the mighty inherited the earth. Their goal was simple: First, cleanse the earth of the Vampyr; next, claim dominance over unworthy humans.

“So what do you think of this color eyeliner?” Kiera asked, in her usual warm tone. “It’s kind of a blue-green…maybe aqua. I’m not sure if it goes with my eyes.”

Kyla plastered an insincere smile on her face and glanced at Keira’s makeup. “I think it looks gorgeous on you.” What else could she say? Her identical twin was a stunning beauty, just as Kyla was. In the end, what did any of that triviality matter?
 

She was just about to suggest that they leave the bar, perhaps try to find a good movie—at least, then, they wouldn’t have to talk anymore—when she noticed something both curious and intriguing on Kiera’s left arm.

Kyla stepped closer to the mirror and stared into the glass. The gentle hand that held up the eyeliner pencil was softly rotated outward, and as inexplicable—
impossible
—as it seemed, Kiera’s inner wrist was changing, metamorphosing, right before Kyla’s eyes. She reached out to grasp Kiera’s wrist. “Let me see that,” she whispered, suddenly feigning interest in the pencil, even as she secretly shielded and surveyed her sister’s arm.

Wow.

Whoa!

This could not be happening!

Etched into Kiera’s flesh, and becoming more and more distinct as each second passed, was a series of enigmatic lines and cryptic dots, all of them intersecting to create a clear, discernable pattern, a celestial constellation: Cestus, the sea monster.

Kyla swallowed a gasp and tried to remain calm.
 

She knew exactly what she was staring at.

After all, she and her other vampire-hunting cohorts had learned all of the celestial constellations—
correction, they had learned all of the celestial
gods
, those who ruled over the lighter vampires—and they had committed the pantheon to memory.
 

Ever since the end of June of the previous year, the society had begun a new, intensive series of trainings, after their formerly indifferent regional headhunter had suddenly stepped things up…with a vengeance. No longer content to keep the lower echelons in the dark, Xavier had flooded the militias with information about the race they were hunting, about the history of the Vampyr, about their culture, their practices, and their religions. Kyla hadn’t understood it at the time—if the
higher-ups
possessed all this knowledge, why had they kept it to themselves for so long? Why had they been so content to simply order the militias around, while they, themselves, remained in the shadows and led from afar?
 

Why hadn’t they shared all this history and culture decades ago?
 

While part of that equation remained true—Kyla had never met their region’s headhunter, and she doubted that she ever would—the most important part had definitely changed: The militias were now armed with more information and a deeper understanding of the enemy than they had ever possessed before.
 

Careful not to alert Kiera, Kyla sauntered to the bathroom door and double-checked the lock—yep, the door was securely fastened.

No one would walk in.
 

But that wasn’t going to hold for long.
 

Somewhere out there, either close by, in the bar, or within a few city blocks, was a vampire, gazing at the moon. He would be feral, desperate, and determined—like a lion intent on protecting its pride—to find the unsuspecting female who was standing in this cubicle.
 

And he would not be denied.
 

And maybe, just maybe, if Kyla could pull it off, she could somehow switch places with Kiera before the monster found them—wouldn’t that be the deception of a lifetime?
 

The greatest advantage the militia had ever had?

Knowing that the moon would not be visible to her human eyes, Kyla immediately switched her tack: She hurried to the small rectangular window on the far side of the lavatory and pointed at the sky. “Kiera, come here! Quick! Look at this? Do you see what I see?” Her voice was thick with wonder and awe.
 

Kiera tucked her pencil into her purse, still unaware of her arm, and paced to the back of the bathroom. She glanced out the window and her jaw dropped open. “Holy moly!” she exclaimed.

Yep, there it was…

Confirmation!

“The moon is the color of…blood. And the stars? What the heck is that? I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Kyla didn’t bother to respond.
 

She didn’t have time.
 

She reached into her purse, retrieved her cell phone, and pecked out an urgent text:
 

Owen! It’s Kyla. Still at the bar with Kiera, and you’re not going to believe this—she has the mark of a
destiny
on her left arm! Does Travis still own his tattoo parlor? If so, you need to get him and his tools down to LoDo, NOW! There’s a door in the bathroom that leads to an alley (it’s behind the bar). Kiera and I will be waiting for you. I don’t have to tell you what all of this means. If we can pull this off, I can take out this vampire. Hell, we can infiltrate their lair!!!
 

GET HERE RIGHT AWAY!

Books in the Blood Curse Series

Blood Genesis (prequel)

Blood Destiny

Blood Awakening

Blood Possession

Blood Shadows

Blood Redemption

Blood Father

Blood
Vengeance
 

Blood Ecstasy
 

Blood Betrayal ~ Coming Soon

Also by Tessa Dawn

Daywalker ~ the Beginning (A New Adult Short Story)

Dragons Realm ~ A Dark Fantasy Novel

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About The Author

Tessa Dawn grew up in Colorado where she developed a deep affinity for the Rocky Mountains. After graduating with a degree in psychology, she worked for several years in criminal justice and mental health before returning to get her Masters Degree in Nonprofit Management. Tessa began writing as a child and composed her first full-length novel at the age of eleven. By the time she graduated high-school, she had a banker’s box full of short-stories and books. Since then, she has published works as diverse as poetry, greeting cards, workbooks for kids with autism, and academic curricula. The Blood Curse Series marks her long-desired return to her creative-writing roots and her first foray into the Dark Fantasy world of vampire fiction. Tessa currently lives in the suburbs with her two children and “one very crazy cat” but hopes to someday move to the country where she can own horses and a German Shepherd.

Writing is her bliss.