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done?"
    Something in Brandon snapped. Maybe it was
Violet's innocence. Maybe it was Delilah's jaded callousness.
Whatever it was, he wanted to kill her as much as she had always
wanted to kill him, and in seconds his fangs shot into his mouth.
Delilah's did the same, and she hissed a threat at him. She'd
barely gotten the words out of her mouth and Vasilije had her on
her back, his hands squeezing her thin neck.
    "Never threaten him like that again or I'll
make sure your life isn't worth living. Do you understand me?"
    Delilah grunted and when he let go of her
throat, she rolled off the bed and pushed past Brandon as he stood
in the doorway. Vasilije calmly slid into his clothes and sat down
at a table on the other side of the room to eat from a plate of
fruit and cheese.
    "I'm sorry, Vasilije. I didn't mean to ruin
that for you."
    He shrugged and popped another square of
cheese into his mouth. "Don't worry. I wasn't enjoying myself
anyway. Now about Violet."
    "Let her go. She's too nice for you to
string along and then simply drain."
    Vasilije turned to face him, and Brandon saw
an uncharacteristic look of hurt on his face. "Do you think so
little of your sire that you believe me to be a mere murderer of
young women?"
    "I think you will make her as lonely as
you've made me if you turn her."
    Taking a deep breath, Vasilije said, "First
you believe Violet will be used and discarded, and then you believe
she'll be too taken care of for the rest of her life. Which is it,
Brandon?"
    He didn't know which it was, but he didn't
want to see those blue eyes sad again, which he was sure would
happen if she remained around Vasilije. "I don't want to get into
this now. I need to go home."
    "And poor Violet?"
    One more time he'd try to convince his sire
to let him do as all his other vampires had. "Will you allow me to
sire her if you insist she become a vampire?"
    "No. She'll be mine."
    Crestfallen, Brandon nodded his
understanding and turned to leave.
    "But I know how much that means to you,
Brandon, so someday I may say yes."
    Without turning around, Brandon walked
silently to the front door, nodding at Stanton as he left. He
wanted to cling to the words his sire had just uttered, but the
words someday and may rang in his ears.
    That he didn't understand why the one who
preferred him over all others wanted to see him lonely for the rest
of his existence meant nothing. He was alone and would remain alone
as long as Vasilije saw fit to keep him that way.
     
     
     
     

     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Two
    The dark streets of the city lay sprawled
out in front of her, filled with both possible danger and
salvation. As she ran, her feet pounding against the stones beneath
them, her breathing came in pants that stole the moisture from her
mouth. Her eyes frantically scanned for someplace to hide as she
pushed her legs to run faster.
    She could hear his feet as each one solidly
hit the ground behind her. His stride much longer than hers, he was
coming closer with each step.
    If he caught her...
    The pounding of her heart hammered in her
ears as the blood pushed faster and faster through her body. Up
ahead, she saw a door ajar in a rundown building. If it was empty,
she might be able to find a place to hide and hopefully escape from
the pain of what awaited her if he captured her.
    She slipped through the doorway, but her
cape caught on the doorknob, costing her precious moments. As she
worked to free herself, she heard his footsteps slow down to a
walk, a sign he was as sure as she that he’d won.
    Finally, in desperation, she tore the fabric
from the knob, and free to run once more, she turned and ran
headlong into the chest of a man who stood silently watching
her.
    “Please save me! He’s coming for me!”
    In the dim light, she saw his emotionless
expression. Would he help her? Or would he hand her over to
him?
    Without a word, the stranger took her
roughly by the arm and led her to a table near the far wall. With
his hands on her