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direction.
    Vance looked in amazement between Brad and
me, as if searching for an explanation, before he turned to walk
with him away from me.
    “Are you okay?” Shelly asked softly from
behind me, placing a hand lightly on my shoulder.
    I sighed deeply.
    “I’ll be fine,” I said softly and glanced
back at her before returning my gaze to the two young men across
the room.
    “All I can say is … Wow! The two of you are
intense! I seriously thought I could break the two of you up?”
    “Apparently,” I said with a small smile.
    “Well, I’m an idiot!” She laughed.
    “You weren’t exactly yourself at the time,” I
reminded her.
    “That’s true.” She moved past me slightly.
“What do you think they’re talking about?”
    “Beats me,” I said turning away from the
scene in a huff. “He still isn’t letting me listen.”
    I left the room and wandered back out into
the hallway we’d come through when we had first entered the
building.
    Leaning up against the wall, I was suddenly
very tired, so I slid down the surface until I was sitting on the
floor and held my head in my hands.
    I knew the exact moment when Vance came to
stand next to me, because all of a sudden his mind was completely
open and unfettered toward me.
    “If there is any chance of us making this
little reunion work, then I’m going to have to be completely honest
with you,” his voice spoke into my head.
    Sighing, I looked up into his eyes, not
replying. Brad and Shelly tried to sneak past us to go outside.
    He crouched down to be at my level, resting
his arms against his knees, and his gaze bore into mine. At that
moment, everything he had been holding back began to slam into me
like bricks hitting a wall.
    His memories raced through my mind, starting
at the moment the explosion had happened at the high school. I
could feel his terror and pain as he rushed to try to get to me
through the panic-stricken halls.
    Then his mom was suddenly standing in front
of him. He only had a second to register the shock before he had
felt a sharp stick from behind. The needle stabbed into his neck
knocked him out instantly.
    He had awakened later to find himself
magically restrained in the room I had discovered him in, at the
bar. Krista had taunted him for hours with stories of her life
since she had left him. He had kept his mind closed to protect me,
even though he didn’t know where I was or how badly I was
injured.
    His mother had begun to feed on him
regularly, as well as taking a lot of blood from him to store up
for his father. She hadn’t been quick about it either, enjoying the
torture of him, though she made it clear she intended to change him
first and then take him to be reunited with his dad.
    She had to push him to drink her blood in the
beginning, literally pouring it down his mouth and forcing him to
swallow. After a while, he began craving the blood as the change in
him started, even though it made him sick.
    He lost consciousness frequently during the
process and was often overcome with horrible spasms and vomiting.
Krista would clean him up when he was finished and start the
process all over again, all while he suffered in silence, never
speaking a word.
    I felt his horror as he realized that I had
found him and he knew I wasn’t safe. Then his emotions changed to
terror when he realized that he wanted nothing more than to kill me
as he had been instructed to do.
    He had no intention of letting me live until
he heard me say I loved him before he bit me. Those words had been
the only thing to break through the confusion in his mind. I
realized he had felt something that must have been close to ecstasy
for him, as he tasted me for the first time, the fresh blood, laden
with all that uncontaminated power. It took everything he had to
hang onto the one moment of sanity that allowed him to destroy his
mother, even though his heart ached by doing so.
    It was the thirst which had awakened him for
the first time, after I had brought him