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exciting about you ; you have capabilities way beyond those of a vampire. Look at what has been invented so far: a box for capturing images, machines that can fly, machines that can enable man to live under the waves, electricity… Then there’s cinema and the automobile and Einstein – I must not forget the discoveries that Einstein has made.’
    ‘Don’t tell me you’ve met him?’
    ‘No, I have not, although I wish to.’ He paused and I couldn’t help but admire his naked beauty. He was all fired up about the theory of relativity, but the only thing I was fired up over was him! After what he had just done to me I was surprised if I could walk again, let alone contemplate a repeat performance, but contemplate I did.
    I opened my mouth to suggest he come back to bed when a door slammed loudly downstairs and a male voice shouted Roman’s name.
    I sat up quickly, pulling the sheet around me and my eyes shot to Roman in consternation.
    ‘Ah,’ he said. ‘That is Wil, Wilfred Burnell. He is staying here.’
    ‘Staying here? Is he a vampire?’
    ‘Not as such, no.’ Roman was looking at me strangely.
    ‘What do you mean, not as such ?’ I asked. Something was amiss, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. ‘Either he is, or he isn’t. There’s no half-way house.’ I stopped and then asked, ‘Is there?’
    ‘No, he is not vampire. He is human, but he wants to become vampire.’
    ‘So he knows what you are!’ I cried. ‘I thought no human could know what you are.’ Except me – apparently I was the exception to the rule.
    ‘Most vampires would not consider resurrecting an unwilling or unknowing human. So yes, there are occasions when we have to reveal our secret.’
    ‘And if said human decides he doesn’t want to be resurrected after all, or he runs screaming...?’
    Roman smiled his vampire smile, all teeth and no heart. ‘Then he dies.’
    It was the answer I was goading him into revealing, but, even then, all I could manage was an ‘Oh.’
    Without warning , another man burst into the room and juddered to a stop when he saw me. I hastily made sure I was covered by the sheets. Wilfred Burnell, I assumed.
    Roman introduced us. ‘Grace, this is Wil. Wil, I told you all about Grace.’
    ‘Yes but –’ Wil began, but Roman didn’t let him finish.
    ‘I do not know how long she is with us , but I am glad that she is.’ It was a clear warning but of what I wasn’t sure.
    Wil obviously wasn’t glad about my being here, I could tell. And I wasn’t particularly pleased to see him, either. Neither of us was happy with the other. In fact, it could be called dislike at first sight. I knew my reasons; I wanted Roman all to myself and I resented sharing him. And as I studied the other man , something became rather obvious – Wil wanted Roman all to himself, too, and he wasn't partial to sharing, either. I had a niggling little suspicion Wil was in love with Roman and it was not the brotherly kind of love that two men sometimes had for each other: he fancied the pants off my lover.
    I shot a quick look at Roman and let out a huff of disbelief ; Roman was oblivious. This man who was so good at reading human emotion, who could tell what a human was thinking almost before that human had thought it, had no idea his protégé had the hots for him.
    Wil reddened and refused to meet my eyes.
    ‘Did you want something in particular, Wil?’ Roman enquired politely.
    ‘Uh, no. It will keep.’ His voice was full of a quiet resentment.
    ‘Good. We will talk later.’ A clear dismissal from Roman, but Wil seemed reluctant to leave. I watched the play of emotions across his face and realised what it reminded me of: a mistress who had just caught sight of her lover with his wife! He wanted to say something, he wanted to say a lot , but he couldn’t, and envy, embarrassment, longing, jealousy, and hate vied for supremacy on his face. I thought the hate might be as much for Roman as for me, and maybe a