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would have to tie myself to a vampire and entrench myself in their world. Now, not only is my life in peril daily, I kill, I have had friends killed and I am surrounded by blood. Sometimes, I live it, breathe it, am consumed by it.
    Is it no wonder I dream of drowning in blood?
    But, Michel has always been there. At first, he was just another vampire in a scary, but slowly revealing, night time world. The Master of Auckland City. He knew who I was, but he didn't tell me at the beginning. I can hardly blame him. I would have run a mile, but he did manage to draw me in, far enough, so that when I was faced with what I was, I didn't run, I listened and I chose. I chose life over death. I chose Light over Dark. I chose him.
    Without doubt, the familiarity is a god send. I wouldn't want to wake up any other way.
    He must have heard my thoughts, they are with him frequently nowadays, because he kissed my forehead softly and whispered against my ear. His arms, strong bands of warmth around me, his body blanketing me in his presence and unconditional love.
    “Whatever you need, I will provide it. Whatever you want, it is yours. I am yours, ma douce . Forever”

Chapter 2
Pick-Up Lines
    I tried not to compare the liquid that washed over me in the shower to that which had woken me earlier. For starters, it was clear, not red and also it was scalding hot. The temperature difference was important, but it also meant I could only tolerate it for about five minutes, before I turned beetroot red and a little light headed from the after effects.
    Michel had already left for Sensations as soon as the shutters had come up. We'd cross paths later, but things were starting to get busy again. Surprise, surprise. Vampire politics this time, not vampire Prophesy. His business interests both here and overseas were monopolising his time. He didn't go into too much detail, he kind of liked to protect me from that side of things. As he said, I had enough to worry about with the Prophesy, but still, I would have liked to know what made him stare off into the distance sometimes. What made that little frown line appear in between his eyebrows, when he thought no one was watching.
    Erika seemed preoccupied too and as she was technically meant to be my guard, I knew when things were really heating up when she started heading into Sensations at the same time as Michel and not waiting for me. I couldn't shake the feeling that, although we had been through Hell recently, with things that had absolutely nothing to do with the Prophesy, we weren't out the other side yet.
    But, as Michel had made it clear, he didn't want me to worry over non-essential vampire crap, I had to trust him. Not asking too many questions was killing me though. I am not the stand-on-the-sidelines-and-wait-patiently kind of girl.
    So, in order to direct my attention elsewhere I was throwing myself into interpreting the Prophesy with my other room mate, Amisi. Besides, Amisi needed me right now. Hell, we both needed each other. If I was having dreams of blood and Nero's death, then I dread to think what Amisi was dreaming about. She and Nero had been very close. He'd practically raised her. Certainly for the past couple of years he had trained her. I think she had seen more of Nero in that time than she had done her parents. So yeah, her loss was great and initially I had thought perhaps too much for her to bear.
    She had closed in on herself, lost that shine that she always seemed to have and buried herself in the Prophesy. For at least two weeks she had done little else but pour over scrolls, translate texts and cross reference paragraphs. It had proved useful, she now knew the Prophesy and anything else written about it by heart. Other than Nero, who tragically isn't reachable for questions relating to anything, let alone the Prophesy, Amisi is now the knowledge on all things Nosferatin/Nosferatu foretold.
    But, luckily, some of Amisi was coming back. Just as well, because she's having