Cursed by Blood....Prologue

Prologue1

I screamed in agony as I was woken up from my dreams by something piercing my neck. Like a shot, the most painful I’ve ever had.2

A hand was pressed onto my mouth to prevent me from screaming any more. I thrashed and kicked and tried to get away from the searing pain, but couldn’t. The thing holding me was too strong.3

The pain that had started in my neck was now rushing through the rest of my body, like liquid fire in my veins. I heard a sharp gasp of air as the two things piercing my neck disengaged themselves from my flesh. A wet thing, a tongue, I guessed, licked the area of my neck where the twin things had been. It slightly eased the pain. Slightly.4

And then I heard a deep, raspy, voice that sounded a bit crazed, coming from somewhere near my neck. “I’m going to take my hand off your mouth now. If you scream again though, I’ll be forced to kill you.” The hand then came off my mouth and I took a shaky breath, trying my hardest to stay conscious. I noticed that tears were rapidly falling from my eyes.5

I sobbed quietly, wishing the liquid fire in my bloodstream to go away. Then I heard The Voice again.6

“Are you alright?”7

The answer to that seemed obvious. I shook my head. The Voice, a male, sighed.8

“I’m so sorry. I wish I didn’t have to do this to you…to anyone.” I felt hot breath on my neck and then he licked the wound again. The fire eased a bit more.9

Between shallow breaths, I managed two short sentences. “Why?.... Who… are you?” Those energy it took to whisper those words made me feel like passing out.10

He didn’t answer for awhile. He just gently stroked my hair. Why did he cause me so much pain and then just try to…calm me??11

After what seemed like hours, but must have only been minutes, he answered me. “I have to. Maybe…maybe one day you’ll thank me.” He paused. “I know what you are feeling right now. I went through it too. I felt like killing the person who caused me the agony, the torture….” That described pretty much what I was feeling right now.12

I felt his breath on my neck again and I let out a breath, expecting him to lick my neck again to ease the fire still raging inside my body.13

Not quite what happened.14

He mumbled, “I’m sorry,” and the two things pierced my skin again. This time I felt something come out of them, like feeling the vaccine go into your bloodstream when you get a shot. The fire in my body flared and hurt so badly that I felt like I was about to die. Then he slid the things out of my neck. Immediately after they were out of my flesh, I felt lips brush, oh so lightly, against the wounds. That caused the liquid fire to become even more intense and I heard a yelp of pain escape my mouth. 15

I squirmed on my bed and wished I would just die already, rather than stand this excruciating pain any longer. If The Voice died with me, that would be a plus.16

Though I could not see his face, I could feel his eyes watching me wriggle, staring at me. And then, suddenly it was gone. Everything of the liquid fire had disappeared from my veins except a slight tingling that still hurt and burned, but it was nothing compared to what I just went through.17

“Better?” he asked, and I nodded.18

After a few tries, I succeeded in saying, “Name?” If I got out of this alive, I wanted…. I wanted to get revenge.19

“Mine?”20

Obviously, I thought and nodded again.21

“It’s Sylar,” he whispered quietly into my ear, as if someone might hear him.22

I slowly opened my eyes. I wanted to see the face of the guy who had caused me so much agony.23

Sylar must have read my thoughts, “You don’t want to see me right now. You’d freak. That’s the last thing you want, at the moment.” His voice seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.24

So I glared at the air in front of me. I cringed as the liquid fire intensified. Immediately I felt Sylar’s tongue go over my wounds to calm it.25

I suddenly felt so tired…. I fought it and asked another one word question. All I could manage right then. “What…?”26

“What’s happening to you?”27

I shook my head.28

“What…” He paused then guessed, “What am I?”29

That wasn’t really what I’d been thinking. But why would he think I meant that unless he wasn’t…wasn’t human? So I decided to nod my head slowly up and down.30

“Let me give you a hint.” He said, well, more like growled, mischievously. “I caused you pain. It was me that put that venom into your blood stream…” Sylar sighed. “And I’ll always feel guilty for doing that…31

“So here’s my hint: not only did I put something into your veins, I took something out. And…your blood…is the best I’ve ever smelled,” he took a deep breath and shivers ran down my spine. “And by far, the best I’ve ever…tasted….”32