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Looking around he saw no other entrances, only a window on the wall behind him, the drapes closed tightly. As she lit a lamp on the dresser, he idly wondered how many men she brought here and if she'd been happy.
    "Now," the woman purred, standing before him. "Where were we?"
    As she reached behind herself and began to unlace her corset, he could only see the pulsing vein in her neck. His eyes came up to meet hers as he felt the slow burn in his throat. Just the thought of her blood made him hungry and the more he dwelt on it, the more it seared.
    Then, it was as if someone else was controlling his movements, awakening the predator inside. Stepping forward, he reached around and grasped the woman's wrists and pulled her hard against him, burying his head into the crook of her neck.
    "Oh," she exclaimed. "That's more like it."
    He breathed deeply, inhaling the promising scent of blood, his lips brushing against her skin. As his vision began to blur into darkness, he knew it was too late. He wouldn't be able to stop this now. He didn't want to.
    He began to kiss her skin softly, her breath hitching as his hands lightly traced the outline of her arms, then burying into her hair. Gently tugging her head to the side, his teeth began to ache and he could draw it out no longer. Biting down into her jugular, he tore at her flesh viciously, her blood beginning to pour from the open wound.
    The woman let out a shriek of horror, her frantic sobs grating on his nerves. He clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the annoying sounds as he pulled the life from her in heaving gulps, the coppery tang of her blood overwhelming his senses until there was nothing else. When she began to still, legs crumbling beneath her, he gently lowered her to the ground, cradling her body as he drunk the last drops, her heart slowing and finally stopping. It was only then he pulled away and looked at the corpse he now held with black eyes and a bloodstained mouth.
    Monster .
    Zac was suddenly aware that Victoria was standing over him. Looking up, she shook her head, a sly smile playing at her lips.
    He'd killed before, but this time it was different. This time there was no going back. He'd killed and he  liked  it.
    "Let her go, Zachary," she murmured and he looked at the woman in his arms with sudden distaste. He stood sharply, dropping her lifeless body onto the floor. There was blood everywhere.
    "What have you done to me?" he whispered in horror as his eyes began to clear.
    "I've done nothing but help you to survive," she said.
    "You've done nothing but make me kill."
    Victoria snarled and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him towards the window, flinging the curtains open wide. Pushing him into the dawn, his skin began to sear and he cried out at the sudden pain.
    "Stop it," he sobbed, trying to control himself . If she held him there for much longer...
    "You have to understand Zachary," she hissed into his ear. "I'm the one with the power here."
    "Please."
    Victoria hauled him into the shadows and he fell to his knees. The pungent smell of burnt flesh began to dissipate as his skin healed.
    "This is what you are now," she said, looking down at him with disdain. "There's no going back. It would be such a waste if I had to let you go."
    His eyes snapped up to meet hers. "You wouldn't."
    "Oh, my dear. I would in a heartbeat."
    Zac knew she would. She would kill him in an instant if he was no longer useful, if he could no longer serve his purpose.
    Victoria was every inch the monster she had created in her own image. The monster she'd turned him into.
    There would be no going back. Ever.
     

     
    The one thing Victoria wouldn't give Zac were answers.
    She was extremely secretive about her reasons for turning him and would dodge his questions, sometimes slapping him across the face, splitting his lip against his teeth. She would tell him that they would be together for eternity, that they were going to do great things. What those things