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would he do with all this power we now shared? He had more than doubled his in the joining, something that had been unheard of in the past, but there was just something not quite normal about Michel and me. And for the life of me, I couldn't stop being fearful of what that might mean.
    But, if my powers were taking me on Dream Walks in my sleep and I was not prepared for where they were going, then this was dangerous, even by my standards. I'm a vampire hunter, I court danger on a regular basis, but I'm usually armed. I needed help with this and Michel, as much as I feared what power would mean to him, did care for me, maybe even loved me, I'm not sure. He is a consummate actor.
    He reached over and took my hand in his, rubbing the back of it softly with his thumb. Encouraging me. Comforting me. Well, it was now or never.
    “ I can sense all the Nosferatu throughout the world. If I concentrate, I can feel their Sanguis Vitam , the level of evil or Dark within each. Where they are, what they are doing. It's like a glowing map inside my head, beacons of light flashing, fighting for my attention. I try to block it out and mostly that works, but when I sleep...” I stopped there, he could make out the rest and besides, I'd kind of lost my voice by then.
    I didn't move, I couldn't bring myself to look into those eyes. Would there be something I didn't want to see? I think I had seen enough - for one lifetime - emotions in that face that weren't what I wanted to see, I just couldn't bring myself to look any more.
    He pulled me towards him and wrapped me in an embrace, kissed my forehead and put his hand on my head, in my hair, pushing my cheek against his chest. Warmth surrounded me. The beating of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest. It was all so steady, so normal. He seemed relaxed.
    “ I will not ask why you did not tell me this sooner, ma douce . You have your reasons. I will ask this though, what has Nero advised?”
    What it must have taken for Michel to ask me that. He did not trust Nero, he saw him as competition for my affections. He did have a point. Nero was one of a kind and I readily admit, I struggled to remain in control of myself when in his presence. But, he has only ever been a gentleman. Sure, the odd look, the odd flirtatious remark, but nothing more. And since we helped him and his kindred vampire Nafrini against some rather nasty vampires hell bent on stealing one of their immature Nosferatins recently, he has been my Nosferatin trainer. Nothing more.
    I kind of fell into this lifestyle. I didn't know what I was when I came to Auckland two years ago. My first encounter with a vampire had been a shock and a near miss. And after that, I had to make my own way with the bizarre vampire hunter skills that had suddenly developed. I researched on line and found the website, the one Nero runs, but I never found out what I was, what my heritage was, until just recently, when Michel was forced to divulge.
    I don't think he would have told me quite so soon, he probably would have continued to try to woo me into his bed and into a joining without ever letting me know what I was. But an evil vampire by the name of Max came calling and spilled the beans. Michel didn't have much choice then, he had to tell me, he had to open up. Nero had only ever given me glimpses of my life, he was too concerned with keeping us hidden from prying eyes, safe from those vampires who wanted us dead. It wasn't until he and Nafrini needed our help, that he started filling in the gaps too. Now, he's progressed to my teacher, helping me hone my skills and come to terms with what I am.
    Michel is jealous of that relationship. He would rather I had nothing to do with Nero at all. I understand, but I won't stop seeing him. I don't have any Nosferatin family here in New Zealand. My parents are actually my Aunt and Uncle, not of Nosferatin blood. My father, who was of Nosferatin blood, died in a car accident with my mother when I was just a