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other than what it is. We’re monsters, and now you’re one of us. We need warm, living blood to survive. It will take a great deal of training and discipline before you’re able to take blood without killing a human.” Connor had stepped closer and was now only a few feet from her.
     
    Kenzi refused to step back or look away from the green eyes blazing into hers. “You’ve got the wrong girl. I can’t do this; you should have left me to die in Center.” She spat the words and started to turn.
     
    Connor grabbed the back of her neck more quickly than she could react and pulled her close. She gripped his wrist to break the hold but stopped as his faced neared hers. She felt very small as he loomed over her.
     
    “You’re alive; you can still do some good in this world. I saved you because I need your help. I know you’re not afraid of killing, you’re proven that too many times. Your war hasn’t changed, just your weapons.”
     
    He released her. Kenzi caught herself before she slumped. “I will kill any vampire without a second thought, but I am not going to suck blood like one of them. I’m still human!”
     
    “You’re no human, Kenzi. The sooner you embrace that, the better chance you’ll survive. You’ve killed many human servants of the vampires. You’ll just be making better use of them now. Waste not, want not!” Connor said with a dry laugh.
     
    Kenzi collapsed to the couch, no longer able to resist the fatigue of the past days’ events.
     
    Connor turned and headed to the large bed through the arched opening. A tumble of dark sheets spilled off one edge. He began to strip as though he was alone. Kenzi watched, more surprised by his nonchalance than his increasing nudity.
     
    “Sleep now,” he ordered. “The sun is coming up. We’ll take this up again at nightfall. This will make more sense after you rest.” He had removed his shirt and pants, displaying lean muscles and skin crisscrossed by fine lines. He left his boxers on as he pulled the sheets aside and slipped into the bed. He looked for all the world like some kind of animal curling up in his den.
     
    “I suppose I sleep on the couch?” Kenzi asked, still bemused by how the conversation ended.
     
    “Works for me.” Connor answered and turned away.
     
    Kenzi leaned back into the soft pillows. Her body began to relax, almost against her will. Thoughts of the past few days began to race through her mind. She saw herself restrained in the hospital bed at Center. Mrs. Whitechapel’s face leaning over hers, concern replaced with clinical interest. She saw herself writhing in almost painful pleasure with David.
     
    Thoughts of David brought her back to that strange mix of arousal and hunger she had felt in his bed. Once again she saw the artery in his neck pulsing, and felt that over-powering urge to tear into him, to feel his hot, coursing blood flow into her mouth.
     
    Kenzi began to dream in the twilight of sleep. She slid up David’s body, feeling him arch his body under hers, desperate to feel their bodies join. Her body felt as though it might explode with a pressure that was building within her. David’s eyes looked into hers, his eyes half-open and clouded with lust. He threw his head back as she rocked her hips against him, teasing him with the closeness of his goal. She felt his hard length press against her heat.
     
    David’s pulse pounded on the side of his neck. In her mind a white-hot glow began to expand and she felt her self-control fall away as a frenzy of lust and hunger washed over her. Without any conscious decision she bent forward and captured David’s wrists and plunged her mouth to his neck. Newly-sharpened teeth began to tear as David bucked wildly underneath her, his screams inarticulate. As his hot blood exploded into her sucking mouth, a fresh wave of rapture began to build….
     
    Kenzi shot upright on the couch, panting and flush. Her hand trembled as she pulled her hair out of her