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basketball team— They’re not going to call my name. I’m the only guy who tried out they didn’t want. Oh, God, I wish I could sink through the floor .—and he lost the pain when football broke his nose. He tasted again his first kiss and felt again for the first time the explosive results of masturbation, which did not grow hair on his palms or make him blind. And then he lost them.
    In quick succession he lost his mother, his father, too many siblings, the house he’d grown up in, the smell of a winter’s worth of dog turds melting on the lawn in the spring, a teddy bear with all the fur chewed off, the sweet taste of a nipple clutched between frantically working lips.
    He lost his first step, his first word, his first breath.
    His life.
     
    Yes.
     
    With iron control, Henry drew his mouth back from the soft skin of the young man’s wrist and laid the arm down almost gently, pulling the jacket cuff forward until it covered the small wound. Although he preferred to feed from desire—it had natural parameters for the Hunger that anger lacked—it was, on occasion, good to remember his strength. He rose slowly to his feet, brushing at the decayed leaves on his coat. The coagulant in his saliva would ensure that the bleeding had stopped and all three would regain consciousness momentarily, before the damp and cold had time to do any damage.
    He glanced down to where they sprawled in the darker shadow of a yew hedge and licked a drop of blood from the comer of his mouth. As well as the bruises, he’d given them a reason to fear the night, a reminder that the dark hid other, more powerful hunters and that they, too, could be prey. He was in no danger of discovery for their memories of the incident would be of essence, not appearance, and intensely personal. Whether or not he’d changed their attitudes or opinions, he neither knew nor cared.
    I am vampire. The night is mine.
    His mood broke under the weight of that pronouncement and he left the quiet oasis of the park, smiling at the newsreel quality of the voice in his head— And thanks to the vampire vigilante, the streets are safe to walk again— the dream and his earlier disquiet washed away by the blood.
     
    Celluci sighed and stuffed the parking ticket into his jacket pocket. From midnight to seven the street outside Vicki’s apartment building was permit parking only. The time on the ticket said five thirty-three; if he’d gotten up five minutes earlier, he could have avoided a twenty dollar fine.
    It had been hard to drag himself away. He must’ve lain in the darkness for a good twenty minutes listening to her breathe. Wondering if she was dreaming. Wondering if she was dreaming about him. Or about Henry. Or if it mattered.
    “What I mean, Celluci, is no commitments beyond friendship.”
    “We’re going to be buddies?”
    “That’s right.”
    “You don’t ball your buddies, Vicki.”
    She’d snorted and run a bare foot up his inner thigh until she could grab the soft skin of his scrotum with her toes. “Wanna bet?”
    So it had been from the beginning. . . .
    He scratched at his stubble and got into the car. Their friendship was solid, he knew that, the scars they’d both inflicted when she’d left the force had faded into memory. The sex was still terrific. But lately, things had gotten complicated.
    “Henry’s not competition, Mike. Whatever happens between him and me, doesn’t affect us. You’re my best friend. ”
    He’d believed her then, he believed her now. But he still thought Henry Fitzroy was a dangerous man for her to get involved with. Not only was he physically dangerous, and that had been proven last August beyond a doubt, but he had the kind of personal power it would be easy to get lost in. Christ , I could get lost in it . No one with that kind of power should be, could be, trusted.
    He trusted Vicki. He didn’t trust Henry. That’s what it came down to. Henry Fitzroy made up the rules as he went along, and for