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to them were now painted a ruby red from the blood on my mouth. I tried to tell him but he wasn’t listening anymore; he needed blood and I was it.
    Closing in on me, I tried to get away from him but he was faster. I felt his breath as it fanned across my neck above the spot where my frightened pulse jumped against my skin. It practically begged to be released. His fangs grazed my neck and I did the only thing then that I knew I could. I had to stop him from biting me. I knew he’d never forgive himself if he did it. I felt my power flow through my body, up through my arms and into Sam’s body where my hands were pressed against his chest.
    I watched helplessly as he flung himself away from me, writhing on the floor. He looked as though he was dying but I knew it only felt that way.
    I can make people feel death; slow, painful, agonizing death. It flows from my hands into their bodies but it’s not real and it only lasts for a few seconds usually, although it does depend on how long I touch the person.
    After that night, Sam never went more than a day without feeding on something small at least. Small animals can sustain him but he needs human blood to be truly satisfied and every so often he raids the blood banks and takes some packets to keep himself under control. He gave up attacking humans a long time ago.
    I kissed him again to remind him and also to insure that he did realise how much I loved and trusted him. He sighed against my mouth.
    “ Jade, we’ll never get home if we keep stopping like this,” he said, feigning impatience.
    “ Fine, fine!” I answered, overly dramatising the exasperation in my voice as I smiled at him.
    “ Let’s get going!”
    Slipping my hand back around his waist we walked home. Neither of us needed to say anything, we were just happy in the silence of each other.
     
     
    Chapter Two
    Later that evening I watched Sam getting ready to go on the hunt. Well, breaking into a blood bank wasn’t exactly a hunt but it was as close as he was willing to get to one.
    I prepared dinner to keep myself busy. I had a bad feeling about tonight for some reason. I always worried about him going out like this. I didn’t want him to get caught, people tended to not take so kindly to that type of behaviour, as though attacking and drinking blood directly from humans was any better.
    There was always some kind of report on the news about some new victim or other. Everyone seemed to accept the idea that vampires needed to feed but it was always the same story ‘not in my backyard’. They never said on the news what happened to vampires that went on killing sprees.
    There had been one vampire. He had gone by the name Tristan, no last name; he was supposed to have been old and very powerful. He went nuts one day and massacred families in their homes. When the police did eventually catch up to him, they had counted over one hundred and twenty three victims – and they were just the ones they had found. He hadn’t really fed on them, just simply killed them for the thrill because he could and he knew they couldn’t stop him. A vampire serial killer.
    They put him in prison, but vampires are far more powerful than the authorities could ever have anticipated. Even if he hadn’t had the ability to cloud minds (which all vampires have but some are better at it than others), this vampire could basically reduce people to a zombie state. They enjoyed and welcomed the death he brought.
    That was the last time they had tried to imprison a vampire. Shortly after that, the vampire council sent representatives to set up a vampire council branch here. Nobody really knows how rogue vampires are dealt with; they never release information on it and the problems just seem to disappear.
    The vampires are all terrified of their council. Sam won’t even talk about them; he’s afraid that if I know too much about them that they’ll come looking for us.
    I stirred the pasta that I was cooking in the pot and added a