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Born who is making them.”
"That will not matter when the hysteria sets in. They
will be out for Made blood," Malik said.
Nico wanted to argue, but he knew his friend was right. The
fear of another Vlad always simmered in the back of everyone’s minds. It had
almost torn their world apart and exposed them to more than the occasional tale
of bloodsuckers. It had threatened to bring their entire world crumbling. And
from that, the Vampire Alliance had formed. They had no major problems until
now.
Knowing it would not do him any good to dwell on the past,
Nico put it out of his mind. "Let's go see the patient."
Gray nodded. "He has not really spoken. He did wake
once, took some water in, but that was all."
He opened the room, which was decidedly darker. It was a
large cavernous room, and from the look of it, it was not one for the family
but for guests. "Who is there?" a weak voice asked from the bed.
"He cannot see?" Nico asked.
"It is hard to see when you first turn."
Nico had not asked Malik of his turning, but he did know
that there was much of it that he hid from everyone. Too much. He hated that he
might have to push Malik to tell him more. Truly, Nico did not want to know,
but with things progressing this rapidly, he might have to ask. And worse—he
would have to listen.
"You are adjusting to the new genes in your system.
Your body can take up to a few weeks to grow accustomed to it."
He nodded in understanding.
"He is safe now?"
"I would not take him out in society for a few weeks.
That is if he survives being told that everything he once knew is
altered."
Gray led them to Hurst’s bedside. The man once known as
Viscount Hurst looked as if he had been sick for months. He had lost weight,
his facial bones more pronounced now. It was hard to believe that the man who
had attacked him the night before was the wasted Made now resting in the bed.
"Do you remember anything yet?" Gray asked.
"No. Just as I told you earlier. I cannot remember a
thing." He swallowed as if trying to pull himself together. Nico imagined
that he was. It was hard enough waking up in the unknown, but he was sure being
in Gray's possession truly confused him.
"Does someone want to tell me what I am doing here?"
he asked.
"You remember nothing of what happened in the library
or before that?" Gray asked.
"I remember going to a bawdy house a few nights
ago...or was it weeks? Then nothing. It is foggy. Did that just happen last
night?"
Nico shared a glance with Malik.
"Do you know the date that you went to the
whorehouse?"
Slowly, he lifted his hand to rub his eyes. His actions
spoke of a man who had been to battle and lost. If Gray looked ashen, their
newly Made looked like death warmed over. Nico assumed that every bit of his
strength was being used just to lift his hand.
"I believe it was the fifth...why?"
It was ten days later. "That was over a week ago,"
Nico said.
Hurst’s eyes widened. Their color had lightened, and the
pale green almost matched Malik’s.
"That can't be. Do you mean to say that I have been
sleeping for days?"
"No, you were awake,” Gray said.
He frowned. “I do not remember.”
“No, I don’t believe you will,” Nico said.
“It will be best that you do not,” Malik said as he walked
forward. “Remembering what you have been through will do no good for you, so it
is best not to worry.”
Nico knew then that Malik remembered ever second of his
change, and knowing the person he was, he would relive it every night.
“Remember what?” Hurst tried to sit up but ended up
collapsing against the pillows. His eyes narrowed as he raked his gaze over
them. “Just tell me what the bloody hell is going on?”
Nico looked at Malik. “I think you would be the best to
explain everything.”
Malik studied Nico for a moment, then nodded. “Hurst, what
you know of your life is over.”
* * * *
By the time Nico returned to his own house, he was
exhausted. Most of the night before he
"That will not matter when the hysteria sets in. They
will be out for Made blood," Malik said.
Nico wanted to argue, but he knew his friend was right. The
fear of another Vlad always simmered in the back of everyone’s minds. It had
almost torn their world apart and exposed them to more than the occasional tale
of bloodsuckers. It had threatened to bring their entire world crumbling. And
from that, the Vampire Alliance had formed. They had no major problems until
now.
Knowing it would not do him any good to dwell on the past,
Nico put it out of his mind. "Let's go see the patient."
Gray nodded. "He has not really spoken. He did wake
once, took some water in, but that was all."
He opened the room, which was decidedly darker. It was a
large cavernous room, and from the look of it, it was not one for the family
but for guests. "Who is there?" a weak voice asked from the bed.
"He cannot see?" Nico asked.
"It is hard to see when you first turn."
Nico had not asked Malik of his turning, but he did know
that there was much of it that he hid from everyone. Too much. He hated that he
might have to push Malik to tell him more. Truly, Nico did not want to know,
but with things progressing this rapidly, he might have to ask. And worse—he
would have to listen.
"You are adjusting to the new genes in your system.
Your body can take up to a few weeks to grow accustomed to it."
He nodded in understanding.
"He is safe now?"
"I would not take him out in society for a few weeks.
That is if he survives being told that everything he once knew is
altered."
Gray led them to Hurst’s bedside. The man once known as
Viscount Hurst looked as if he had been sick for months. He had lost weight,
his facial bones more pronounced now. It was hard to believe that the man who
had attacked him the night before was the wasted Made now resting in the bed.
"Do you remember anything yet?" Gray asked.
"No. Just as I told you earlier. I cannot remember a
thing." He swallowed as if trying to pull himself together. Nico imagined
that he was. It was hard enough waking up in the unknown, but he was sure being
in Gray's possession truly confused him.
"Does someone want to tell me what I am doing here?"
he asked.
"You remember nothing of what happened in the library
or before that?" Gray asked.
"I remember going to a bawdy house a few nights
ago...or was it weeks? Then nothing. It is foggy. Did that just happen last
night?"
Nico shared a glance with Malik.
"Do you know the date that you went to the
whorehouse?"
Slowly, he lifted his hand to rub his eyes. His actions
spoke of a man who had been to battle and lost. If Gray looked ashen, their
newly Made looked like death warmed over. Nico assumed that every bit of his
strength was being used just to lift his hand.
"I believe it was the fifth...why?"
It was ten days later. "That was over a week ago,"
Nico said.
Hurst’s eyes widened. Their color had lightened, and the
pale green almost matched Malik’s.
"That can't be. Do you mean to say that I have been
sleeping for days?"
"No, you were awake,” Gray said.
He frowned. “I do not remember.”
“No, I don’t believe you will,” Nico said.
“It will be best that you do not,” Malik said as he walked
forward. “Remembering what you have been through will do no good for you, so it
is best not to worry.”
Nico knew then that Malik remembered ever second of his
change, and knowing the person he was, he would relive it every night.
“Remember what?” Hurst tried to sit up but ended up
collapsing against the pillows. His eyes narrowed as he raked his gaze over
them. “Just tell me what the bloody hell is going on?”
Nico looked at Malik. “I think you would be the best to
explain everything.”
Malik studied Nico for a moment, then nodded. “Hurst, what
you know of your life is over.”
* * * *
By the time Nico returned to his own house, he was
exhausted. Most of the night before he
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