Maledetto: "Cursed" for Italian

Family is NOT Everything

This is my very first story on Wattpad, I have to say I’m pretty excited! This story is “loosely’ based off a popular role play that I have made, and it had won best RP of the year a few years back called “Maledetto” hence the title.

Maledetto means “Cursed” in Italian.

So grab a comfy chair and put some extra butter on that popcorn homie, enjoy.

Red hair…

Red eyes…

Blood lust..

Cursed for all eternity..

That is what the Russo family is all about.

If only their ancestor refused that deal with the devil himself 300 years ago Oliver wouldn’t be standing here in front of a man he did not know.

A man who was bound to a rickety wooden chair, gagged and whimpering for his dear life to be spared.

They were in small a room with concrete on all four sides including the ceiling. The room in it’s entirety was covered in sheets of plastic.

There were no windows and the only source of light came from a small lamp just sitting in a lonely corner.

Oliver could feel his blood thirsty demon clawing and churning inside of him like a wild animal begging to be set free.

It made his skin heat up well over the normal temperature for that would be fatal for a human. His breathing turned heavy and almost ragged as his nostrils flared at the sweet stench of the mans fear.

His demon was out for blood and this poor guy was it’s next meal ticket.

Running his fingers through his fiery red hair slicking it back with a black latex gloved hand, he walked up to the scared stranger snatching the dirty cloth out of his mouth.

Since it sounded like the man was so eager to talk, Oliver thought he could at least let the man have his last words.

“Please! Please! Don’t kill me!”

“That’s what they always say..” His demon purred

Oliver who was well over six feet knelt down to be at the man’s eye level. The navy blue Armani suit he wore showed off how perfect his physique was, his tight well toned biceps along with his thick muscular thighs were begging to be ripped through the expensive material.

His deep amber eyes that looked like hells fire behind them stared right back at the unfortunate individual. They held an almost eerie glow due to the poor lighting in the room.

With a sudden blissful sigh escaping his lips, he took out an old fashioned barber’s shaving blade from his front pocket. The light reflecting off the blade hit the man in his eyes.

“I was 13 years old when the lust for blood started to consume me...It frightened me because I did not understand it.” Oliver began

“Pleas sir! I don’t know who the fuck you are or why I’m here! I’ve done nothing wro-”

“Sssh..” Oliver brought his index finger up to his lips and gave a faint smile before he slowly stood back up on his feet and walked around his victim like a predator as he has done countless times before in this very same room ever since the day he found out he was a monster.

“So...My father took me down here to this very same room with my brother, and here where you are sitting was a woman. She didn’t do anything wrong and didn’t deserved to be here...Just like you.” He continued