Blood Cursed

Book 4: Shadowfae Chronicles

by Erica Hayes

Genres: Fantasy Romance

Synopsis

To a vampire, nothing is sweeter than bloodfairy essence—and Ember is the most sought-after fairy on the underworld circuit. Selling her blood to the highest bidder—and robbing her clients in the process—Ember has unwittingly become a target of dark and dangerous forces. Her enemies are everywhere. And if she hopes to survive, she needs protection…

Diamond is a glassfairy who, for better or worse, knows his way around the vampire underworld. Smooth as silk and tougher than trolls, Diamond is Ember's only chance to keep her magical blood inside her body, where it belongs. But he also poses a threat to Ember, a strange kind of danger she's never experienced before: She's falling in love with him…
Blood Cursed is the fourth book in Erica Hayes' thrilling paranormal fantasy series the Shadowfae Chronicles.

Release date: August 2, 2011

Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group

Print pages: 368

Sample

1


"Where do you want it?"
Hot vampire lips caressed my shoulder in a fall of sweaty nightblack hair, and his salty breath burned me. I swallowed, sick. Please, just let this be over quickly.
Smoke and nightclub lights dizzied me. Bass vibrated my lungs, guitars and a screeching electric violin, the raw melody of fairy desperation. Around us, dancing bodies writhed, rainbow limbs and wings and glazed faestruck eyes. Sparks shimmered in the air, the glassy fairy glamour that hides us from human eyes, and the scent of flesh and kisses fired sweet temptation into my blood. A typical midnight at Unseelie Court, the dark and notorious club where Melbourne's shadowy underworld came to play. But tonight, I had an unpleasant job to do.
The vampire licked sweat from my collarbone, searching with his iron-pierced tongue for my pulse, and my guts twisted.
It'll be easy, Emmy, Jasper, my boyfriend, had whispered. Show him some skin, tease him a little, give him a quick taste, and he's yours. Just get me my gemstone.
I didn't want to. Not vampire bait, not me. No matter how Jasper charmed or persuaded or disarmed me with his dazzling fairy smile.
But saying no to Jasper was a trick I'd never quite gotten the hang of.
The vampire nipped at my chin, playful, and I shivered. He wore black leather and lace, diamonds flashing, and behind ragged sable-dyed hair, his eyes glinted, drunken sapphire blue. His white shirt lay half-open, glowing purple in ultraviolet rain, and on his chest a fat scarlet gemstone glowed on a chain, shot through blue and green by wicked nightclub lasers.
My wing veins swelled. There it was. My prize. All I had to do was say yes.
Just one bite, and the gem would be mine.
I grabbed his coarse locks and tugged his kisses onto my throat. He groaned and crushed me against the mirrored wall, licking a warm wet trail up to my chin. The glass slicked my wings, warm and clammy, offering no comfort. I squirmed inside, but I didn't wriggle away.
He nipped at my bottom lip, stinging. He tasted of meat and bourbon, salt and fire. "I said, where do you want it?"
I let my lips part, my breasts heave and swell. My long crimson hair tumbled invitingly, showering him in my spell-lured scent. I'd dressed for the occasion in silver stilettos and a glittery dress with a tight skirt, a scooping neckline, and no midriff. Plenty of succulent bloodfae flesh on show, my dusky skin beading with scarlet-tinged sweat.
Vampires love bloodfairy juice, see. Bloodfae are special. To vamps, it's like the smoothest, slickest drug, heady and fragrant, sliding down their throats like opiumlaced honey. What's more, the phases of the moon rule us, and the near-full moon that lit the sky silver outside only made me tastier. It dragged like a tide in my pulse, igniting my blood with excitement and intoxicating flavor. Vampires can't resist.
And unless they've had the vampire virus long enough for their bloodfever to reach equilibrium, they're always hungry.
Always.
Which made a pretty bloodfairy like me the perfect bait. This guy—whatever his name was, kinda cute if you liked emotrash bloodsuckers—didn't stand a chance.
I gave him a sultry whore's smile, my nerves thrumming tight with danger. Look, vampire. Candy. Come get it. "Anywhere you like it, baby."
He growled like a hungry beast and drove hot fangs in hard.
Pain clawed my throat. I squealed, but no one heard. Lights flashed, uncaring, and deafening music rolled onward, wire grating on steel. My blood splashed the mirrors, running in a sticky ruby glow. No one cared. Just another bloodfae slut, taking her medicine.
God, it hurt. My own bloodscent made me retch, but I couldn't break free. Couldn't get away from his steely grip around my waist, his hot tongue pressing my skin, his crunching teeth forcing ever harder into my throat.
He sucked, and faintness washed my head bright. My skin tore off in his mouth, agonizing. He groaned and rubbed against me, tense and hard, a gruesome parody of sex. He swallowed, sucking harder, dragging the blood out against the current, a horrible suction that pulled all the way down to my guts.
Dizziness stuffed my skull like cotton wool. His heartbeat thudded through my chest, alien, stealing my body's rhythm until we throbbed together as one. He shuddered, helpless, and drove deeper, swallowed faster, a tortured cry spilling out like he couldn't take any more.
My rubyshine blood gushed from his mouth, over my breasts, a hot sticky mess. His body jerked against mine in release—okay, that was gross—and I fought crippling nausea and forced cramping fingers under his neckchain.
His hot wet body sickened me, the guttural growl in his throat as he came disgusting. At last I found the little metal knot, and I flicked the spring open and pulled the chain free.
Got it.
He didn't care. Didn't even notice I'd ripped him off. He'd gotten what he wanted, and he slumped panting against the bloodspattered couch with a groan of pure pleasure. Sweaty black hair fell in his face. Glowing fairy blood—my blood, hot and fresh—splashed scarlet down his chin. He'd orgasmed sharp and hard just from my spellrich taste, and his leatherclad thighs gleamed black and shining from the feverpink mess we'd made.
My head swam. I stumbled, and hid the bloody chain behind my back. Blood trickled between my breasts and clotted there. Drowsiness tugged my eyelids, but I fought it and gave my glamour a clumsy kick. Whiteblue spellsparks glittered the air between us, invisible to anyone but me, my innate fairy magic messing with his mind. Don't see me, scumbag. Don't see what I did. Only the blood, hot and rubysweet …
Spellwrought confusion swirled green in his eyes, and he gave a dripping crimson grin. Panting, he searched in his pocket and tossed me a folded wad of cash. "Thanks, darling."
"Any time." I fumbled the catch, shaking. The money slicked foul in my hand. I wanted to throw it back, scream, claw his face off.
But I forced myself to fake another smile, wink at him, turn. Don't let him see. Never show them how they've hurt you.
I pushed through the shimmying dance floor crowd. Heat stifled me, thick with sweat and blood and sex, and I burned to scrub my claws over my skin, rip away the horrid feeling of being fed upon like a dumb beast.
Shaking, I dug a handful of tissues from my bag and wiped at the blood, over and over until my hands were a wet red mess. A hot lump crawled up my throat to choke me. I could still taste the vampire's fleshy breath. Still feel his lips creeping on my skin, his teeth slashing my muscle, blood's dizzy surge away from my head.
The ragged hole he'd made in my throat burned. Soon it'd be healed, his vampire spit already thickening my blood like sticky acid. But the humiliation mushrooming inside me flamed hotter.
God, I hated this. I'd sworn I'd never stoop this low. I'd seen firsthand what selling your blood did to you: Always light-headed, always sick and dizzy like a permanent blacksparkle comedown. Desiccated skin, brittle hair snapping, rabid thirst that never ceases, hallucinations, waking nightmares, gnawing on your own fingers for protein. It's an addiction, cruel and sweet and deathless, and eventually, it kills you.
Once, I'd had a friend who bloodwhored. Now he was dead. I should know better.
Yet here I was, prostituting myself on my dark fairyboy's say-so.
Rage burned my eyelids, and I flung the stinking money aside. The notes spilled on the floor, and colored fairy hands scrabbled for them, claws scraping, voices squealing their delight. Sickness bloated me like rotten food. They were welcome to it. After all, I had Jasper, didn't I? To keep me, feed me, dress me in nice clothes. All I had to do was say yes to everything.
You liked it, Ember. The unseen moon's warm whisper pierced my heart. You liked that vampire's kiss. You wanted his mouth on your skin, those slick fangs digging in, splitting your delicate flesh, tearing you open, sinking deep inside. It felt good to be wanted. So dreamy and free. So right. Isn't this what you're meant to be, bloodfairy girl?
My stomach heaved, and I covered my mouth and ran.
Music cackled accusation like a witch's laughter. Lights glared, flashing on my luminous ruby bloodstains, showing me up for everyone to see, and though I was lost in a perfumed crush of bodies and wings, I'd never felt more exposed. Like everyone stared at me, a muscled green troll's black-eyed stare, a blue waterfae girl's disdainful glitterpainted lashes, the scornful flicker of a firefairy boy's flaming wings. Look at me, everyone. Look at the worthless bloodwhore.
I stumbled on shaking legs. I felt hot and sick inside, like a scolded little girl. I needed to pee. I wanted a shower, to take a scrubbing brush to my filthy wet hide and scrape those greasy vampire fingerprints off my skin forever.
Not yet. Jasper first. I clenched determined fists, and the vampire's chain sliced my knuckles. I shook it free, and the crimson gemstone flared, as if coals ignited within.
I eyed it warily. It dangled from its chain, strobes flashing blue and yellow, but something definitely glowed inside.
A trick of the light? Surely.
I leaned closer, the gleam attracting my covetous fairy eye. Pretty, all shiny and sugarynice. Jasper and his mates were businessmen—selling fairy drugs and collecting protection money is business, see, and you don't say the word gangster around here, we're all businessmen or entertainment professionals or security consultants—and part of Jasper's business was getting things that didn't belong to him. He and his boss, a cocky glassfairy freak called Diamond, worked for the city's ruling vampire ganglord, and ran all sorts of shit in and out of all sorts of places. But I didn't know why Jasper wanted this. Childish envy warmed me. Maybe, once he'd finished, he'd let me keep it.
I peered into the gem's center, mesmerized by the tiny dancing flame. An eerie whisper slid into my head, ghostly and cold like mist. Free meee … ssspare meee … take mee awayyy.…
Mmm. Pretty thing. I hummed softly to it, and the light flared brighter.
The air juddered, and erupted with a jagged scream of agony.
I yelped, and jerked backwards, letting go. The vile thing clattered away, and the scream slashed to silence.
Shit. I scrambled for the gem on the dirty floor, dodging high heels and bare clawed toes and boots. At last, my clawtips brushed cold facets. I grabbed the chain and hopped to my feet, glaring at the dangling gem with suspicion licking my nerves cold. "Shush, nasty."
It sparkled at me, threatening, and something black and forbidding swirled deep inside.
I glanced around. No one was looking at me. They hadn't heard a thing.
I sniffed, doubtful. I'd hallucinated that. Jewels don't scream. Or light up by themselves. Right? Just because I'm a fairy doesn't mean I believe in ghosts and woo-woo.
A dry murmur wormed into my ears, cold like rustling leaves. The glow inside swirled, flaring like a firestorm, and swiftly I stuffed the nasty thing into my bag before it could scream at me again. Where the hell was Jasper? He'd promised to meet me here once I was done.
A cold hand clamped my aching shoulder and spun me around.
My wings sprang taut. I stumbled, pierced by pale green eyes shaped with golden glitterliner.
A tall blond woman smiled, fangs sharp on scarlet lips. "You for sale, pretty?" She wore a short red dress over long pale legs, her faded eyes hard. Beside her, a dark-eyed fangboy in leather pants and no shirt winked at me, his tangled dreadlocks a shock of dusty blue. Sharp studs glinted in the collar that chained him to her wrist, and he sniffed in my direction like a hungry dog.
Great. Paris Hiltonvamp and Tinkerfang the Chihuahua. More horny vampires out for bloodfae candies. Story of my life.
But I was alone, with no Jasper to protect me, and my throat shriveled.
I cocked my hand on my hip, faking nonchalance. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"You smell nice." Tinkerfang ghosted his damp palm up my cheek, a feverwarm caress. He smelled sour, of meat and sweat.
"Look, don't touch me, okay? I'm not selling."
"No need to be shy." Paris grinned and grabbed my elbow.
I struggled, but she was too strong. Vampires were all too strong. "Let g—"
"We watched you feeding our friend," cut in Tinker. His black-smudged gaze draped over me, relishing the bloodstains, the sweat, the clotting fangwounds. He leaned over and licked a hot slick trail up my cheek.
Yuck. I squirmed, my wings thrumming tight with dread. Had they seen me steal their friend's gemstone? Was I busted?
Tinker's whisper burned my ear, bittersweet with cigarettes and lemon-drenched sparkle. "You were so fucking hot. I wanna drink you dry, baby. I wanna slice you all over and lick it up. Come play?"
I shrank back, disgusted, but Paris held me, and suddenly I was trapped in a cage of hot vampire limbs and invading fingers. Tinker stroked me, licked me, nuzzled my neck where the blood still trickled. Fleshscent stuffed my nostrils, and my pulse pumped harder. Unseen moonlight tempted me, dragging on my fluids like a swelling tide, drawing me to wild fairyspelled desire. Blood throbbed between my legs. Let them feed on me, eat me, suck me dry.…
I jerked away and ran, horrid vampire laughter scraping in my ears like sandpaper.
I forced through the packed crowd on the dance floor, where fragrant sweat slicked on rainbow muscles and wingdust glazed the air like candy. Glamours clashed and sparked, the air alight with the dazzling fairy magic that made us look normal to humans. Lights glinted on jeweled earrings, shining fangs, glowing fairy eyes smeared blue and green with glitterpaint.
Sweat slid down my neck. My hair stuck to my bloody chest. I glanced over my shoulder, my pulse burning. Couldn't see them following. Didn't mean I was safe. The sooner I found Jasper, the better.
Above, the mezzanine loomed, dark and backlit in ultraviolet. Pounding music shimmered like heat haze as I forced beneath the iron railing into the shadows. A drooling blue fairy sprawled head downwards on the stairs, violet curls dangling, eyes gleaming dully like dead orbs from too much cheap sparkle. Telltale green dust still sprinkled his face, and a scrawny green spriggan girl licked it up eagerly, slurping her long black tongue over his nose, his lips, his pointed blue chin.
Drugsmoke shone in eerie purple light, green lasers flashing shadows from bodies, crawling wingbones, limbs contorted in pain or delight. Back here, the floor lay littered with crunched foil and dusty mirror shards, the sickly gleam of broken syringes smeared with greenmetal fluid. My sharp fairy ears twitched, and even in the crunching din I heard sighs, heartbeats, wet rasping breath.
I sidled into flashing blue dark, stretching onto my tiptoes to look for Jasper. The tip of my nose whiffled, searching for his distinctive honeycomb scent amongst cologne and candy and the dark flowery cream of fairydust.
And there he was. Lounging against the iron wall, a long lean shadow sparking with static charge, the heavy glamour that turned him ordinary if you didn't know how to look. Long lean legs in his habitual black, his pale arms and face a bitter contrast. Wild, crisp black hair, fresh with glitter and perfume, golden rings flashing in his ears. His velvetdark butterfly wings shed dust that glimmered and swirled in purple-shot lights.
I swallowed, and walked in his direction.
He leaned one steel-bangled forearm against the metal, muscles roped tight. Talking to someone, one of his sleazy friends or a mark, I couldn't see. And then his wings swept back, and his long hair tumbled forward over a narrow green shoulder slick with blue waterfae sweat. Lavender lips, wet neongreen wings, a slow tempting smile.
I halted, my heart thumping.
A female smile.
Her green arm slipped around his waist, and he tugged her rippling golden hair back and kissed her.
My skin burned cold. I didn't want to look. But horrid steel spikes jabbed my muscles, pinning me in place, and I could only stand and stare.
Kissing another girl. Not just a hello, darling, wanna buy my drugs? kiss. A slow, deep, wet, tongue-on-tongue, let's get naked kiss. Bodies rubbing together, his thumb pressing her chin upward the way he liked, holding her so she couldn't escape even if she wanted to. And she already melted in his arms. I could tell by the way her eyes closed, her head fell back, her neon wingveins glowed brighter. I knew that hot, helpless dizziness, how he made you feel wanted, beautiful, the sexiest woman in the room. His hand crept up her skirt, between her thighs, caressing, and she moaned and pulled him closer.
Numb, I turned away, and that old clockwork denial wound its creaking springs tight in my heart. It was okay, wasn't it? Just kissing. Stupid to be upset. I knew Jasper wasn't a saint. Hell, he sold drugs and stole stuff for a living. What did I expect? And I wasn't exactly blameless, right? I'd just been kissing another guy. It didn't mean anything.
Crazy laughter burst from my lips. Tick, tock, wind the clock, pretend it isn't happening. Only I could come up with an excuse like that. They weren't just kissing. The fucker was cheating on me. After everything I'd done for him.
Music throbbed, stirring in my guts. I felt hot and sick, impotent anger chewing me raw. I'd followed his rules, put up with his temper, made myself into the girl I thought he wanted. And now I'd sold my blood for him, the one thing I'd sworn I'd never do. Whored my dignity. Let some horny bloodsick beast chew on my throat and come in my lap with my blood running down his throat. I'd humiliated myself for Jasper, and he didn't care.
I swallowed, sniffling, but my throat cramped hot, and the tears just flowed faster. Not because Jasper lied to me. Not because he'd treated me like an idiot and it hurt deep inside like a poisoned blade.
Because I knew. I'd always known. I'd just never seen with my own eyes before.
I was besotted, but I wasn't dumb, and fear and puppy love hadn't dulled my sense of smell. Sometimes he reeked of cheap perfume and sex, fruity kisses in his mouth that weren't mine, and like an obedient little wifey, I never complained. Only smiled and did my best to forget about it, and cried later in the bathroom where he wouldn't see.
I had only myself to blame. Too pathetic and weak to do anything about it.
Well, not anymore.
Blindly, I walked off, fisting my tears, blood and makeup smearing glitterbright. My sharp heels scraped welts in my ankles as I stumbled. I didn't care. This was the last time Jasper would humiliate me like this. If he wanted to screw other women, fine. He could do it without me to come home to.
I plonked my ass onto a bar stool, my bruises aching. The neonglass bar glowed blue, vibrating under my palms as the music throbbed, and my blood invigorated, strength flowering in my muscles.
Conviction hardened like iron in my heart. Yes. He could have his precious gemstone—whatever the horrid thing was for—and then I was dumping his dusty fairy ass.
But the cowardly worm in my stomach quailed and shivered, chewing its tail in mocking fright. But you've got no cash, Emmy. No stuff. Nowhere to go. Whatcha gonna do, get a job? You're just a useless bloodfae bitch. Who'll protect you? How will you ever survive in that big old nasty world?
I clenched hot fists on the glass, sparking my courage. "Shut up. Screw him. I'll get by somehow."
But that sniveling fearworm just coiled there, a greasy smile on its fat face. Sure, Emmy. You keep telling yourself that.
I ordered a vodka and lime, and as I sipped the tart chill through a straw, determination ebbed uneasy in my heart. I could do it, right? I wouldn't let Jasper charm me this time. I'd forget his absent tenderness, the heady flavor of his kiss, the safety I felt in his arms. Instead I'd remember all the times he'd hurt me, all the thoughtless assumptions, harsh asides, and jokes at my expense, and I'd give him his gemstone and take off before he could work his sultry spell on me.
Get your hand off it, Emmy. One glance from those hot hellviolet eyes, and you'll melt. You really think you can stand up to him? Remember what happens when you piss him off.
My courage wavered, the twin tangs of vodka and dread sour on my tongue. I still had aches from the last time he'd taught me a lesson, and the old justifications slid comfortably into my veins, warm and oily from constant use. I should just forget about it, the way I forgot all the fights and slaps and nasty words. Most of the time, it was okay between us. Maybe this time he'd change, stop snorting so much of his own product, treat me better.…
Yeah. And we'd all get ice-skating lessons in hell.
No, it was over. I was leaving him. I'd give him his lousy gemstone and walk away, and I'd never let anyone rule my life like that again.
Uh-huh.
In a minute.
I gulped my drink, trying to suck confidence from alcohol and sweat-drenched air.
"Ember? You okay?"
That crystalchime voice rang sweet alarm in my head. The smell of roses rolled warm and tempting over my skin, and on the blue glass before me, my shadow's edge glowed pink.
Shit. Not Jasper. Worse.
My heart sank.


Copyright © 2011 by Erica Hayes