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Blood Awakening

   
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by
Tessa Dawn

 

 

A Blood Curse Novel

Book Two

In the Blood Curse Series

 

 

 

 

 

Published by Ghost Pines Publishing, LLC

www.ghostpinespublishing.com

 

Volume II of the Blood Curse Series by
Tessa Dawn

First Edition Trade Paperback: July 4, 2011

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2

 

Copyright © TerresaYork, 2011

All rights reserved

 

ISBN
978-1-937223-00-7

Printed in the United States of America

 

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Author may be contacted at:
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This is a work of fiction.  All characters
and events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business
establishments, events, or locales
is
entirely coincidental.

 

   
    
Ghost Pines Publishing, LLC

Acknowledgments

 

To my family and friends with love ~ thank you for your endless support.

 

To Reba (the world’s greatest editor) ~ thanks for making the “hard part”
easy! And to Miriam, for another wonderful cover.

 

To all the fans and readers who have taken the time to write ~ you have truly
made the series a shared experience of joy and appreciation.

 

Finally, a special shout-out to Megan R for being such a dedicated supporter
(just how many contests can one fan win???)

 

The Blood
Curse

In 800 BC, Prince Jadon and Prince Jaegar Demir
were banished from their Romanian homeland after being cursed by a ghostly
apparition:
the reincarnated Blood of their numerous female
victims
. The princes belonged to an ancient society that had sacrificed its
females to the point of extinction, and the punishment was severe.

They were forced to roam the earth in darkness as
creatures of the night. They were condemned to feed on the blood of the
innocent and stripped of their ability to produce female offspring. They
were damned to father twin sons by human hosts, who would die
wretchedly upon giving birth; and the first-born of the first set would
forever be required as a sacrifice of atonement for the sins of their
forefathers.

Staggered by the enormity of
the Curse
,
Prince Jadon, whose own hands had never shed blood, begged his accuser for
leniency and received
four small mercies—
four
exceptions to the
curse that would apply to his house and his descendants, alone.

Ψ
     
Though still creatures of the night, they would be allowed to walk in
the sun.

Ψ 
  
Though still required to live on blood, they would not be forced to take
the lives of the innocent.

Ψ 
    
While still incapable of producing female offspring, they would be given
one opportunity and thirty-days
to obtain a mate—a human female chosen
by the gods—following a sign that appeared in the heavens.

Ψ
     
While still required to sacrifice a first-born son, their twins would be
born as one child of darkness and one child of light, allowing them to
sacrifice the former while keeping the latter to carry on their race.

 

And so…forever banished from their homeland in the Transylvanian
mountains of Eastern Europe, the descendants of Jaegar and the descendants of
Jadon became the Vampyr of legend: roaming the earth, ruling the elements,
living on the blood of others...forever bound by an ancient curse. They were
brothers of the same species, separated only by degrees of light and shadow.

Prologue

Marquis Silivasi stood silently in the shadows. He
watched as the last of the humans made their way from the graveside ceremony
following Joelle Parker’s funeral. He had come to pay his respects but was
unable to face the human family whose lineage he had known for centuries.
Having to tell Kevin Parker the news of his daughter’s death had been one of
the worst moments of Marquis’s life, and he had lived a very, very long time.
His regret was insufferable, his shame for being unable to save her…almost
unbearable.

Shimmering out of view, he materialized deep
within the Dark Moon Forest at yet another recent grave site—that of his little
brother, Shelby. It was the first time he had visited the final resting place
since the tragic loss. The first time he had seen the simple white granite
marker lying over the desolate plot:
Shelby Silivasi. Honored Brother and
Beloved Twin
.

Marquis ran a trembling hand through his thick
black hair. The pressing moisture of tears stung his deeply troubled eyes.
Shelby had only been five-hundred years old when he died, the same age as his
twin, Nachari, but the difference was, Nachari had lived to graduate the
Romanian University. Nachari had lived to reach the status of Master Vampire.

Shelby, on the other hand, had stopped just short
of receiving such an honored distinction because he had found his
blood
destiny
: the one human woman chosen by the gods to be his mate, Dalia
Montano.

His one opportunity to avoid the ultimate curse of
his kind.

Fulfilling the demands of the Blood Curse and securing
his future with the human female had been far more important to Shelby than
completing his studies. He had planned to return to Romania as soon as the
blood sacrifice was made, yet the young fledgling had failed at both tasks.

Marquis knew he was the one to blame.

He should have been more vigilant.

He should never have let down his guard.

Things had just gone so smoothly—so unbelievably
seamlessly—between Shelby and Dalia that no one had foreseen Valentine Nistor’s
wicked scheme.

It wasn’t an excuse.

Marquis was an Ancient. He should have known
better.

Marquis balled his hands into two tight fists,
struggling to contain the rage—the gut-wrenching heartache—that threatened to
consume him. The sky above him had already turned as black as night, and the
wind was picking up into a fierce howl. He had to keep his emotions in check.

He kicked at the cold forest ground, causing a not-so-subtle
tremor in the earth beneath him in an effort not to cry out. The vengeance he
had finally exacted on Valentine was nothing against the breadth of this loss.

Celestial gods, how could this have happened!

And it wasn’t just that Shelby would have been a
Master, an achievement borne of
four-hundred years
of studies; he would
have been a
Master Warrior
, like
Marquis. And that meant Marquis
would have been in charge of his little brother’s ongoing training: It would
have been the first time in four-hundred and seventy-nine years—since their
father’s death—that Marquis would have shared his day-to-day existence with
another being.

The first time in four-hundred and seventy-nine
years that Marquis Silivasi would not have been alone.

Marquis knelt before the simple white slab of
granite and bowed his head in reverence. So much loss.

He had seen so many warriors needlessly slain over
his lifetime as a result of the wretched curse—a pronouncement made upon
generations of males for a sin committed so long ago that the fallen warriors
didn’t even remember the crime. They only knew that when the Blood Moon came,
they had thirty days….

One opportunity
in an otherwise eternal
existence to claim the one human woman who could save them from the ultimate
fate of their kind. One month to obtain a chance at life, create the
possibility for love, and acquire the blessing of a family.

Thirty days to live or die
.

Marquis shook his head. What was the purpose of
being a warrior...of being an Ancient...if he couldn’t even protect the ones he
loved? What was the purpose of surviving this long when his life had been
nothing but time, education, endless battles, and loss? And why hadn’t that one
opportunity to love—to share such a barren existence—ever been given to him?

He was so very weary of living.

Like a slowly boiling cauldron of water, Marquis’s
body began to tremble with the depth of his anguish. His lungs labored, and his
heart pounded from so much rage and injustice, until finally, he could no
longer contain his grief, and the pain of a lifetime spilled over.

Hands pressed tightly against his temples, Marquis
Silivasi threw back his head and shouted his rage, his grief, in one gut-wrenching
cry: a lion’s roar that shook the heavens, sending balls of fire the color of
blood crashing down upon the earth, hail the size of baseballs battering the
valley floor.

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