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Authors: Billie Sue Mosiman
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This intimate knowledge and understanding of the world was like a tremendous power surge and it made her giddy.
She could fly, she knew she could. She could walk up the wall to the ceiling, as Eddie had done. She could crush iron and bend steel and make things move with just the power of her will. She could … she could do more, she knew, but wasn't sure yet exactly what. But something stupendous, something she'd never even imagined yet.
Her parents came to her and each took one of her arms, as if to restrain her. "Come back to your room," her mother said.
"Yes, do as your mother says, dear." Grandma stepped out of the way so Dell could be led across the kitchen.
"Why? I feel fine, I feel great! I don't need to go to bed. I don't ever want to sleep again!"
Dell's two paternal uncles came to the doorway and stared at her. Boyd and Daniel had come all the way from San Antonio at their brother's urging, and now they gave her looks that spoke silently of love and understanding. Behind them she caught glimpses of their wives, her aunts. All of them vampire. All had undergone this same event in their lives and they knew both her agony and her newfound thrill of joy.
It seemed nearly everyone in the family had arrived at the house and now they were all watching her, commanding her to do as they bid.
"Mentor is on his way," her father said, leading her into the hall as Boyd and Daniel and their wives moved silently back into the living room. "There's more to this than the initial sense of power. There's also . . . danger."
She let them lead her back to the room, though she knew if she caught them by surprise, she could have shaken her parents off like pesky insects. She felt the strength in her arms rippling through her and imagined how easily she could heft cars and small buildings and blocks of stone.
In some ways she realized she was acting like someone hopped up on a narcotic. She'd seen kids at school act if as they were superhuman, as if they owned the planet. They were deluded, of course, and she knew she was not, but she was still behaving like a drug addict nearing euphoric frenzy. She must listen to her parents, her family. She must sit and wait for Mentor to tell her what she could and could not do. There were secrets that had not yet been revealed to her, that's what her mother was trying to say.
But it was going to be hard to do as she was told. It was going to take all her willpower to keep from running out of the house and throwing up her hands to the sky to thank heaven for her new life.
"Okay," she said, "Okay, I'll relax. I'll try, really."
She felt her mother's hand tense on her upper arm and knew that she was worried about her. She turned her attention to her father and found his mind also gnawing at worry like a termite on fresh wood.
"Not me," Eddie said at her back, where he trailed them down the hallway. "I'm not worried one little bit."
Dell smiled, and remembering, moved her tongue to her incisors to feel for them. Now she knew the blood was not drunk. It was not like food that had to go through the digestive system to be turned into energy. It went straight into her veins and arteries, straight into her heart and brain, renewing all the organs to their original healthy living states. It made her live again. It was the means to survival. And she would do anything for it. Anything.
~*~
Mentor used the door as a human would, though it was within his power to migrate through solid objects. He always forced himself to be as natural as the Naturals when possible. To understand their anxieties and problems, he had to have intimate knowledge of their lives and to do that, he must live and act as they did. There were times he lived as the Predators, too, using his abilities to their fullest, and now and again he lived as the Cravens, shutting himself up in the house, drawing the curtains, letting his mind die down to a weak signal. To be of service, he had to know intimately the inner workings of
She could fly, she knew she could. She could walk up the wall to the ceiling, as Eddie had done. She could crush iron and bend steel and make things move with just the power of her will. She could … she could do more, she knew, but wasn't sure yet exactly what. But something stupendous, something she'd never even imagined yet.
Her parents came to her and each took one of her arms, as if to restrain her. "Come back to your room," her mother said.
"Yes, do as your mother says, dear." Grandma stepped out of the way so Dell could be led across the kitchen.
"Why? I feel fine, I feel great! I don't need to go to bed. I don't ever want to sleep again!"
Dell's two paternal uncles came to the doorway and stared at her. Boyd and Daniel had come all the way from San Antonio at their brother's urging, and now they gave her looks that spoke silently of love and understanding. Behind them she caught glimpses of their wives, her aunts. All of them vampire. All had undergone this same event in their lives and they knew both her agony and her newfound thrill of joy.
It seemed nearly everyone in the family had arrived at the house and now they were all watching her, commanding her to do as they bid.
"Mentor is on his way," her father said, leading her into the hall as Boyd and Daniel and their wives moved silently back into the living room. "There's more to this than the initial sense of power. There's also . . . danger."
She let them lead her back to the room, though she knew if she caught them by surprise, she could have shaken her parents off like pesky insects. She felt the strength in her arms rippling through her and imagined how easily she could heft cars and small buildings and blocks of stone.
In some ways she realized she was acting like someone hopped up on a narcotic. She'd seen kids at school act if as they were superhuman, as if they owned the planet. They were deluded, of course, and she knew she was not, but she was still behaving like a drug addict nearing euphoric frenzy. She must listen to her parents, her family. She must sit and wait for Mentor to tell her what she could and could not do. There were secrets that had not yet been revealed to her, that's what her mother was trying to say.
But it was going to be hard to do as she was told. It was going to take all her willpower to keep from running out of the house and throwing up her hands to the sky to thank heaven for her new life.
"Okay," she said, "Okay, I'll relax. I'll try, really."
She felt her mother's hand tense on her upper arm and knew that she was worried about her. She turned her attention to her father and found his mind also gnawing at worry like a termite on fresh wood.
"Not me," Eddie said at her back, where he trailed them down the hallway. "I'm not worried one little bit."
Dell smiled, and remembering, moved her tongue to her incisors to feel for them. Now she knew the blood was not drunk. It was not like food that had to go through the digestive system to be turned into energy. It went straight into her veins and arteries, straight into her heart and brain, renewing all the organs to their original healthy living states. It made her live again. It was the means to survival. And she would do anything for it. Anything.
~*~
Mentor used the door as a human would, though it was within his power to migrate through solid objects. He always forced himself to be as natural as the Naturals when possible. To understand their anxieties and problems, he had to have intimate knowledge of their lives and to do that, he must live and act as they did. There were times he lived as the Predators, too, using his abilities to their fullest, and now and again he lived as the Cravens, shutting himself up in the house, drawing the curtains, letting his mind die down to a weak signal. To be of service, he had to know intimately the inner workings of
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