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its shine, all of its intrigue. I still hunted, I still went through the motions of a busy, young woman in the city, but nothing felt alive anymore, nothing felt exciting or worthwhile. I hadn't even been to Sensations for over two weeks. I used to go there every evening, now I avoided it like the plague.
    It's no wonder, when Michel is there and he barely acknowledges my existence. I would have no idea what was happening in the line if it wasn't for Samson and to a certain extent, Marcus and Matthias keeping me abreast of the latest gossip. Michel used to confide practically everything in me, now we hardly talk.
    I wrapped a little Nosferatin Light around myself as I boarded Michel's jet, a Gulfstream G650 and banished all the thoughts that led to pain. I only had myself to blame, I had lowered my guard, I had let him all the way in. A vampire. I should have known better.
    It's not like I had a choice to join with him. He was the only option really, or die. I chose life, I chose him, but I shouldn't have given more than that. It's hard now to think of an eternity without him in my bed, right by my side, but as only the other half of a barely platonic joining. Together because we're stronger that way, not because we love each other.
    The trouble was, I hadn't stopped loving him yet and I wasn't sure if I would any time soon. I'm a pretty loyal person. Once I give my friendship, or in this case my heart, it's for life. Sometimes that has come back to bite me on the arse, but I deal with it when it does and I move on. I have absolutely no idea how to move on from this. None. I am lost, adrift, completely devoid of happiness. I'm not sure how to breathe anymore.
    And it hurts.
    It really hurts.
    I had phoned ahead for a rental car, so there was no delay when I landed and the jet taxied to Gregor's private hangar. I didn't bother to say hello to his lackeys, they'd no doubt pass on to Gregor that Michel's jet had made an unannounced landing in Wellington, but I think the Master of Wellington City and I are good enough friends for me to be able to pay a visit without phoning first.
    The car was a Toyota Corolla , I have a strict budget, but it drove well and before I knew it I was parking up on Lambton Quay in the city. Amisi has a small apartment in the same building as her boss. That would be Gregor. I have issues accepting handouts from Michel, Amisi has no such qualms with her business relationship with Gregor. The apartment is provided at a low rent and she just makes herself available to him whenever he calls. Sounds a bit medieval, but Amisi can hold her own with the creatures of the night. She was raised in a Nosferatin community that lived in harmony with a vampire line.
    She knows vampires and their habits better than any Nosferatin I know alive today.
    I slipped into the elevator, suddenly a little fearful that Amisi would be out. I hadn't even phoned her to say I was on my way. I hadn't been to her apartment before, but I knew what number it was, so before long I was standing outside her door and knocking. I could hear music playing on the other side of the door, The Beatles . Amisi's catching up on pop culture, she missed a lot during her strict upbringing in Cairo.
    The door swung open and there stood my best friend. My Nosferatin sister. Amisi is younger than me, twenty, but you'd think she was fifty years older, she just has a graceful ancient knowledge that makes you think she's been around a lot longer than her youthful looks would attest to. She's tall, almost six feet, with long straight brown hair and the most beautiful almond shaped chocolate brown eyes, high cheek bones and full pink lips. She's gorgeous, there's no two ways about it, but her beauty is far greater than skin deep.
    She has a wonderful soul.
    “Luce! What a choice surprise!” She is also making it her goal to pick up as much Kiwi slang as she possibly can. Sometimes she gets it ever so slightly wrong.
    “Hey, you! Fancy some company