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and dusk, and even moreso now.”
I finally untangled some sheets and climbed out of bed, feeling filthy. I don’t know how she managed to cuddle up to me while I was all icky like that.
“What happens if I’m out in the sun when it comes up or goes down?”
“That would be unfortunate,” she said, getting up with me. Together we stripped the bed and piled the covers for later washing. She kept talking while we did so. “If you are caught in the dawn, you will burn to death and be destroyed. If you are caught in the sunset, you will burn to mortal death and lie incapacitated, in misery and pain until the sunrise truly kills you, unless someone rescues you. If so, you will be a nightwalker.”
“A nightwalker?” I asked, as we moved to the bathroom—and the shower.
“A nightwalker, a nightblood, a darksoul. You are a dayblood, a… a vampire that has not died. By day you are little more than mortal, will all their flaws and all their advantages, for the darkness in your blood hides from the Sun. Some things remain; you are stronger, harder. Your fangs remain. Little things such as those. All that draws upon the darkness in your being is gone. But at night, you are a lord of the undead. The power in your blood unfolds and you become a power .
“If you die during the day—if you are slain while you are mortal and not destroyed —then you will rise that night as a nightwalker. Only then must you will fall into slumber as the sun rises, a corpse, only to rise again at night—and any sunlight will burn your flesh like a blowtorch.”
I turned on the hot water and adjusted it. I had already planned on avoiding sunrise and sunset; the nasty convulsions were convincing enough I didn’t want to try experimenting along those lines. Especially since I was familiar with vampire legends. Sunlight bad; darkness good.
“Important safety tip. Thanks.”
Sasha grinned mischievously. “It is my pleasure, my love. Get your back?”
I nodded, and we washed each other; wet, slick, squirmy fun! Later, clean in pore and tooth and nail, if not in thought, Sasha was working on her face, her hair done up in a towel while I finished drying mine with the blower. I was wearing the black robe with the dragons; I liked it a lot.
“Something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” I began.
“Hmm?”
“Why is it I suddenly have sharper senses? And I feel even stronger. Is that… well, ‘normal’ probably isn’t the right word for it.”
“You have fed on blood and it has nourished your body—much more thoroughly than the food you eat during the day. Now you have fed on the spirits of men, and that has awoken the power within you.”
“Poetic. What’s it mean?”
She smiled at me and put the mascara away. “What it means? Well. Every vampire has their own strengths. One never knows how the change will affect any given person. We are all very strong, but a few will have the strength to shatter stone or uproot trees. All our senses are sharp, but some of us can hear clouds scrape together. Some possess a strength of spirit to seize a soul and drain it so quickly the victim has no chance to cry out—such as yourself, dear one. These are the ones who can work with the stuff of spirits as a sculptor works with clay.”
“I can reshape someone’s soul?” I asked. The idea of taking someone’s spirit—or soul—and changing it to match what I wanted them to be… it made my stomach churn. I’m not really all that happy at killing a man—I wouldn’t have killed even the bastard in the parking lot if I’d known what I was doing—but it sure beats turning someone into a mind-warped zombie. I’d rather kill someone quickly and cleanly than break their brain.
“Perhaps. I do not know your present strengths. In the old days, you could take the energy of your prey and use it for whatever you would. Create fires, draw down lightning,
I finally untangled some sheets and climbed out of bed, feeling filthy. I don’t know how she managed to cuddle up to me while I was all icky like that.
“What happens if I’m out in the sun when it comes up or goes down?”
“That would be unfortunate,” she said, getting up with me. Together we stripped the bed and piled the covers for later washing. She kept talking while we did so. “If you are caught in the dawn, you will burn to death and be destroyed. If you are caught in the sunset, you will burn to mortal death and lie incapacitated, in misery and pain until the sunrise truly kills you, unless someone rescues you. If so, you will be a nightwalker.”
“A nightwalker?” I asked, as we moved to the bathroom—and the shower.
“A nightwalker, a nightblood, a darksoul. You are a dayblood, a… a vampire that has not died. By day you are little more than mortal, will all their flaws and all their advantages, for the darkness in your blood hides from the Sun. Some things remain; you are stronger, harder. Your fangs remain. Little things such as those. All that draws upon the darkness in your being is gone. But at night, you are a lord of the undead. The power in your blood unfolds and you become a power .
“If you die during the day—if you are slain while you are mortal and not destroyed —then you will rise that night as a nightwalker. Only then must you will fall into slumber as the sun rises, a corpse, only to rise again at night—and any sunlight will burn your flesh like a blowtorch.”
I turned on the hot water and adjusted it. I had already planned on avoiding sunrise and sunset; the nasty convulsions were convincing enough I didn’t want to try experimenting along those lines. Especially since I was familiar with vampire legends. Sunlight bad; darkness good.
“Important safety tip. Thanks.”
Sasha grinned mischievously. “It is my pleasure, my love. Get your back?”
I nodded, and we washed each other; wet, slick, squirmy fun! Later, clean in pore and tooth and nail, if not in thought, Sasha was working on her face, her hair done up in a towel while I finished drying mine with the blower. I was wearing the black robe with the dragons; I liked it a lot.
“Something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” I began.
“Hmm?”
“Why is it I suddenly have sharper senses? And I feel even stronger. Is that… well, ‘normal’ probably isn’t the right word for it.”
“You have fed on blood and it has nourished your body—much more thoroughly than the food you eat during the day. Now you have fed on the spirits of men, and that has awoken the power within you.”
“Poetic. What’s it mean?”
She smiled at me and put the mascara away. “What it means? Well. Every vampire has their own strengths. One never knows how the change will affect any given person. We are all very strong, but a few will have the strength to shatter stone or uproot trees. All our senses are sharp, but some of us can hear clouds scrape together. Some possess a strength of spirit to seize a soul and drain it so quickly the victim has no chance to cry out—such as yourself, dear one. These are the ones who can work with the stuff of spirits as a sculptor works with clay.”
“I can reshape someone’s soul?” I asked. The idea of taking someone’s spirit—or soul—and changing it to match what I wanted them to be… it made my stomach churn. I’m not really all that happy at killing a man—I wouldn’t have killed even the bastard in the parking lot if I’d known what I was doing—but it sure beats turning someone into a mind-warped zombie. I’d rather kill someone quickly and cleanly than break their brain.
“Perhaps. I do not know your present strengths. In the old days, you could take the energy of your prey and use it for whatever you would. Create fires, draw down lightning,
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