Triggered curse

For a while, Trevor stayed in the doctor's embrace without moving because he was sure if he did, he might do something rash.

"She is in a better place now." The doctor assured.

Trevor grimaced as he refrained from the hug. What about him? How was he going to cope without anyone in the world? His biological parents were nowhere to be found, whilst his foster mom had died, leaving him all alone.

The tears that he had pushed back many times gathered around his eyes. He didn't bother to conceal it any longer as they began falling off.

He cried until he couldn't anymore. After a while, he picked up his things and left the hospital.

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"Arggg!" Trevor growled, kicking the brown coffee table in the middle of the modest living room.

He clenched the note with him, tossing it across the room. He didn't care for any inheritance, as she had stated in the note he had read; he didn't care about where he had come from or who his parents were; he just wanted her back, hale and hearty.

The word the doctor said earlier kept playing in his mind, and he didn't think he would ever forget it.

His hands trembled, and he stepped towards her bedroom because it was ajar. Sniffling, he wiped the tears away from his cheeks before stepping into the room.

Her scent still lingered in the room. Fresh tears began to pool in his eyes once more.

"How am I going to survive this?" Trevor asked himself. He gripped his chest as his heart ached.

Sitting on her bed, Trevor stared at the ceiling. Then his eyes flickered to the wall, which was clustered with his pictures and hers.

A sad smile graced his face as he remembered how most of the pictures were taken. He wondered if he'd ever survived even though a nagging voice at the back of his mind said he would; he doubted it.

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As Trevor stepped into the pub, with everything he had learnt today and what had happened, he believed having a few drinks would calm him down.

He was aware he would only forget what was happening to him until he became sober again. The pain would hit him ten times more than the previous one.

Still, he didn't mind. He just wanted to forget he had lost the most precious thing to him.

"Hey, buddy!"

Trevor's eyes flitted to a muscular man with a buzz cut as he nudged him.

"Got a lighter on you?" He pointed to the cigar that was settled between his lips.

Trevor noticed as he spoke that a few teeth were missing from his upper and lower jaw. He didn't look like he had gotten into an accident.

He assumed they were damaged from a fight because he noticed scars on his biceps and naked chest.

Trevor shook his head and stared back at the tequila with him.

"This will make you feel better than that." The man said, offering him the unlit cigar.

Trevor shook his head again and let out an exasperated sigh. He had thought coming to the pub meant no disturbance from anyone, but then, he realised he was wrong.

He didn't know what the man bugging him deal was, and he could have shoved him if he was someone his size.

Trevor contemplated what would happen if he told him off.

Perhaps, he would receive a heavy blow on his cheeks, and then maybe he'd strangle him for talking back.

"Yay or nay?"

Trevor bit his tongue to stop himself from yelling, 'Bug off.' Because he was sure what he had thought of would happen to him.

Luckily, another man, twice the size of the one in front of him, walked up to them.

He had tattoos all over his body, and his face was set in a permanent grimace. His lips were twisted down like he had taken something bitter before coming to the bar and his eyes narrowed.

"Where is it, Cade?" Despite the loudness of the music, Trevor heard him loud and clear.

"Yo, Randy!" Cade, the man bothering Trevor, said with a smile.

Before Trevor could ascertain what was going on, the bottle from which the bartender had poured his tequila was swiftly snatched from the counter by Randy.

Trevor followed the movement as Randy slammed the bottle on Cade's head. The latter howled in pain, gripping his head.

Trevor grunted as blood gushed out of the injury and splattered on his face.

A vein ticked in his jaw as a weird sensation bubbled inside him. His nostrils flared as the scent of the fresh crimson liquid wafted inside them.

Trevor squinted whilst gazing around. He noticed a fight had broken out, and everyone was trying to take cover. He was the only one still on the spot he was in.

Cade was shoved into him, and Trevor's eyes widened as a weird hunger surged through him.

It was as if he hadn't eaten a meal since yesterday as his stomach grumbled. He was aware he had a huge appetite, and getting hungry frequently wasn't weird to him. But, what was strange was the scent of the blood of Cade that was calling onto him.

It was inviting and he could not help himself. He touched his hand to his face and swiped some of the blood into his mouth.

Trevor took a deep breath and shut his eyes as the urge to taste more saturated his mind.

Cade was shoved into him the second time, and this time, instead of Trevor pushing him in return, he grabbed Cade's neck and inhaled deeply.

Despite his struggle, Trevor didn't let go. He didn't know where the power had come from. Earlier, he had thought Cade would smack him, but having Cade in his hand now says otherwise.

Without further ado, he nipped Cade's neck where he sensed his vein, blood gushed out of it, and Trevor's lips latched onto it, lapping.

He didn't let go until he felt him lifeless in his hand.

Startled, Trevor dropped him and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He gazed around and noticed he was the only one in the bar area. Everyone must have fled due to the fight.

He didn't see Randy as well until he heard his voice.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

"I'll just leave," Trevor mumbled, drawing his hoodie onto his head.

"You fucking killed him!"

Was he dead? Trevor's eyes darted back to Cade.

He had killed someone. He didn't know if it was intentional because part of him felt he deserved it since he had been bugging him, whilst the same part of him trembled at the thought that someone was dead because of him.

"You haven't answered my question! Who are you?" Randy asked, drawing near. He beckoned to three other people Trevor didn't notice with him until now.

"Just let this go, man. I am sorry that happened! I didn't mean for it to."

"As much as I loathe the idiot, I believe you need to pay for killing him," Randy said.

He darted forwards whilst raising the club with him.

Trevor dodged the incoming blow and shoved him sideways.

He grabbed the pocket knife he often carried with him from the hoodie he donned and swiped at Randy.

"Bastard!" Randy yelled, gripping his slitted wrist.

Trevor rammed into him whilst he was nursing the wound on his wrist and slit his throat. Blood splattered around the bar and onto Trevor's face.

A wicked grin appeared on his face, and his blue-green eyes darkened whilst he drank from Randy before tossing his body aside.

He did the same with the other two presents, and he felt a sudden surge of strength within him.

His face tilted into the air, and he howled.

His blue-green eyes swirled into a yellowish-gold colour, and he brought the knife to his lip, licking the last drop of blood before stepping out of the bar into the moonless night.