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include himself. Cash apparently heard it as well and gave me a fucking vampires look. I gave him a swift kick in the shin under the table. I held my breath, afraid even the sound of air filling my lungs would bring him back to the present and the story to an end.
"He shouldn't have left her alone but he had no choice. There was no one to look after her. He slaughtered every vampire he recently sired. At first I thought he did it to save himself, even back then I had a reputation. His little nest had drawn far too much attention from the town and the infamous Dr. Grant. Years later I understood why he destroyed his line.
“ He wanted no evidence of the true monster he was for Mercy to find. For their lives to be untouched by the ferocious vampires he had created in his likeness. So when she refused to hunt, the only thing he could do was bring blood to her. Grant discovered his identity and sought him out. Perhaps it was a rare lucid moment or a shred of her humanity responding to a familiar task that made her open the door- either way, it was to be her end.
"I should have intervened, stopped the necromancer but I thought it would be an entertaining way for my task to be completed. So I waited. I watched Grant work until the ho rrific acts were too much for even me to witness. Do you know why we hate them, why most vampires fear them?"
I wasn't sure if I was actually supposed to answer. He looked at me expectantly, like he already knew what I was going to say and it would be wrong. "Because they can raise the dead, they can control us.
"Not just control our minds but our flesh and bone. Grant tortured her, breaking bones, tearing flesh as fast as she heal ed it. Until her lack of feeding and blood loss finally took its toll. And still he did not kill her.
“ Unable to stomach more I intervened. I think he would have left her that way, unrecognizable, unable to feed or heal herself but unable to die. I had Grant by the throat, ready to finish him, when Gaius came back with a young man no more than fifteen years of age in tow and under his thrall.
“ At the sight of his beloved, distorted and disfigured beyond repair, he became enraged. A newly made vampire in the throes of a blood lust could not hold a candle to the vampire charging toward us. I had gotten lazy and over confident, I didn't know the history then. I knew this vampire was old but that didn't necessarily mean strong. He was using a different name. I had no idea who I was up against until he hit me.
“ He didn't bother to ask who was responsible for what had been done to Mercy, he'd see us both dead. What he didn't know was that Grant was a necro. Pain racked Gaius's body and he crumpled to the floor. With power unlike any I had seen in his kind before, Grant held him, writhing on the floor and focused on me.
“ Never faced a vampire immune to necromancy before, he stumbled when I stepped toward him. I grabbed him by the lapels and wasted no time draining him of his power and blood with the screams of a no longer enthralled young man in my ears.
“ Weakened and vulnerable from the effects of Dr. Grant, Gaius could no longer control the mind of the young man so I was left to deal with the human. I turned to him, my shirt stained and no doubt mouth red with blood. Some things cannot be wiped away. I picked him up and did my best to ignore the fact he had soiled himself. I let the blood call to the predator within me and feasted upon the young man.
“ After making myself presentable and locking up my charge, I found the pastor. I brought him the now decapitated body of the young man and proclaimed he was a vampire. The parents protested but their young daughter was already showing signs of tuberculosis. The blood stains around her mouth were enough to convince their father, Isaac Johnson. We burned and buried the Johnson boy, and young Elizabeth followed a week later.
“ Dr. Grant was buried with his head facing west, ribs broken, femurs crossed in
"He shouldn't have left her alone but he had no choice. There was no one to look after her. He slaughtered every vampire he recently sired. At first I thought he did it to save himself, even back then I had a reputation. His little nest had drawn far too much attention from the town and the infamous Dr. Grant. Years later I understood why he destroyed his line.
“ He wanted no evidence of the true monster he was for Mercy to find. For their lives to be untouched by the ferocious vampires he had created in his likeness. So when she refused to hunt, the only thing he could do was bring blood to her. Grant discovered his identity and sought him out. Perhaps it was a rare lucid moment or a shred of her humanity responding to a familiar task that made her open the door- either way, it was to be her end.
"I should have intervened, stopped the necromancer but I thought it would be an entertaining way for my task to be completed. So I waited. I watched Grant work until the ho rrific acts were too much for even me to witness. Do you know why we hate them, why most vampires fear them?"
I wasn't sure if I was actually supposed to answer. He looked at me expectantly, like he already knew what I was going to say and it would be wrong. "Because they can raise the dead, they can control us.
"Not just control our minds but our flesh and bone. Grant tortured her, breaking bones, tearing flesh as fast as she heal ed it. Until her lack of feeding and blood loss finally took its toll. And still he did not kill her.
“ Unable to stomach more I intervened. I think he would have left her that way, unrecognizable, unable to feed or heal herself but unable to die. I had Grant by the throat, ready to finish him, when Gaius came back with a young man no more than fifteen years of age in tow and under his thrall.
“ At the sight of his beloved, distorted and disfigured beyond repair, he became enraged. A newly made vampire in the throes of a blood lust could not hold a candle to the vampire charging toward us. I had gotten lazy and over confident, I didn't know the history then. I knew this vampire was old but that didn't necessarily mean strong. He was using a different name. I had no idea who I was up against until he hit me.
“ He didn't bother to ask who was responsible for what had been done to Mercy, he'd see us both dead. What he didn't know was that Grant was a necro. Pain racked Gaius's body and he crumpled to the floor. With power unlike any I had seen in his kind before, Grant held him, writhing on the floor and focused on me.
“ Never faced a vampire immune to necromancy before, he stumbled when I stepped toward him. I grabbed him by the lapels and wasted no time draining him of his power and blood with the screams of a no longer enthralled young man in my ears.
“ Weakened and vulnerable from the effects of Dr. Grant, Gaius could no longer control the mind of the young man so I was left to deal with the human. I turned to him, my shirt stained and no doubt mouth red with blood. Some things cannot be wiped away. I picked him up and did my best to ignore the fact he had soiled himself. I let the blood call to the predator within me and feasted upon the young man.
“ After making myself presentable and locking up my charge, I found the pastor. I brought him the now decapitated body of the young man and proclaimed he was a vampire. The parents protested but their young daughter was already showing signs of tuberculosis. The blood stains around her mouth were enough to convince their father, Isaac Johnson. We burned and buried the Johnson boy, and young Elizabeth followed a week later.
“ Dr. Grant was buried with his head facing west, ribs broken, femurs crossed in
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