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that Charity was the woman from my dreams or the fact that she was
such a royal pain in the ass. That woman irritated me with my every
being, even though I knew she was my destiny. I think.
    She was exactly as she had been in my human
dreams all those centuries ago, beautiful beyond belief. Charity’s
deep blue eyes pierced right through my soul. She still had the
silken blonde hair that fell in ringlets around her delicate, heart
shaped face. Pouty lips that just begged to be caressed. Her skin
reminded me of peaches and cream. And she smelled of blood and
roses. Obviously, she had just made a trip to the Red Cross, for
her nightly feeding.
    For months I tried to track her through her
dreams. She was so scared of me that when I would speak to her, she
would vanish. Which I assumed was her waking up from the nightmare
I had caused. I never had a chance to tell her who I was or to even
ask her where she was, so I could find her. After several months,
she ceased to dream. My heart had broken, because I thought she had
died. Almost three hundred years has past and I never believed that
she had been changed into a vampire. Relief washed through me at
the thought of someone changing her. I owed whoever that was a
great amount of gratitude.
    The other Krieger remained downtown to
patrol the streets looking for Adam Castillo. I took the Hummer and
drove back to the station to do some research on Charity. All
vampires were required to have a file in the Krieger database. Everything was listed, from their birth parents to their
current address.
    I sat down in the rolling office chair and
turned on my computer. The walls in this place were sterile white.
No personal mementos adorned my desk or the walls around my office.
The twins who were bonded had pictures of their mates on their
desk. Would I ever get to that point in my life where there would
be a picture of my mate on this desk? A few days ago I would have
said “Hell no”.
    The system booted up fairly quickly. I typed
in her name and pressed the enter button.
    The first page said her year of birth was
1722. She was born outside the town of Aberdeen. This very small
town in Scotland was destroyed by fires a few years after her
changing in 1748. Her sponsor was listed as Lydia Duncan. Charity
was a telepath, just like Adam Castillo, but not as strong.
    I scrolled down the screen to read the reason
for her change. Ms. Harwood had been attacked by a rouge vampire
and Lydia had found her barely alive; she took it upon herself to
change Charity. This was very close to normal for the records of
the older vampires. Most of them had been changed against their
will.
    I scrolled down the screen and continued
reading. There was a part of the application that requested
additional information, if the applicant had been attacked. It
simply stated ‘No Comment’. This section was there for our records.
If there was a rouge vampire loose and was attacking humans
unprovoked, we would step in and arrest the individual, no matter
when the attack had happened. The absence of information told me
either they did not know who attacked her, or she opted not to
disclose the information.
    I picked up the phone and called the Nachtmann headquarters. Charity did not have a daytime
watchman and I just could not let her be alone at her home
unprotected. She needed to have at least one daytime guard, maybe
two.
    “Master Dragus. What can I do for you?”
Steven Smith was the head Nachtmann for the area of Port
Royal. He was a human warrior, who has been helping us out for
about fifteen years now. Nachtmann Smith retired from the
human military and came highly recommended to the daytime
watchmen.
    “I want to hire a Nachtmann for a
friend who lives just north of town. He needs to be highly
trained.” As always, working with these humans, I felt the need to
be straight forward and let the authority ring true to my words.
But deep down, my chest ached, not knowing the future of what will
happen with