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his unusual gene pool. His mother would
need to realize that it was part of who he was now.
    “I've got to,” Brandon said, his eyes on her
face. “It's a compulsion. I feel like I need to be... with
them.”
    “I knew that you wouldn't stay with us
forever... it just seems too soon. You were, just a baby...” Aubree
began, looking down at his sister in her arms.
    She was normal. Not enough of the weirdness that
made him what he was to manifest the rapid growth.
    As if to agree, his baby sister gurgled.
Gabriella waved a chubby fist at him and smiled, a little drool
slipping out of her angelic face.
    She swung her tiny fist in his direction.
    It looked like a farewell to Brandon.
    He gave his mother a tight hug, her quaking
sadness felt by him long after he departed.
    To human eyes he might look like a physically
mature young man of eighteen or so, unusually large and
muscled.
    What he really was: a hybrid Druid vampire with
a bucketful of Siren blood.
    It was spilling a pathway like a red carpet that
lay before him, unrolling into infinity.
    Brandon was on an unconscious hunt for a maiden
without name. The other half of his blood called for him to find
her.
    To find his other people.
    The remainder of his heart was left behind with
his Druid kin, a shard of his love like a hole in the muscle at the
center of his body.
    Could the maiden fill it?
    Would he live to find out?
    Those were questions without answers.
    Brandon plowed forward with the barest whisper
of hope as his internal barometer rose when the call of his
brethren of the sea became stronger.
    *
    Siren
     
    Ember halted and Constantine walked around her,
dismissing her pause at first. When she didn't follow, he and the
other three warriors stopped.
    Constantine found the deference afforded females
tiresome. He simply wasn't used to accommodating it.
    “Do you feel something?” Con asked impatiently,
stabbing his hands on hips covered with hanging weapons. This was
his first mission with the Mer and it felt like he wore ill-fitting
shoes. It lacked the fluidity that Con took for granted while
running raids with the Faction. Their single-minded focus had a
purity that resonated with Con: hunt, pillage and kill. Blissful
simplicity.
    “I do not feel the humans...”
    “What?”
    Madden, the warrior at his side said, “Our Ember
can sense the precious plant in the user's veins.”
    Hmmm , Con thought, I cannot . A
thought occurred to him. “Tell me when you sense it so that I'll
know how to recognize it in the future.”
    Ember nodded, obviously distracted.
    “That is not what our princess maiden scents
now, is it?” Madden asked slyly and she gave him a hard look.
    Constantine raised a brow, taking in the
surroundings surreptitiously. What had she come upon?
    Then he felt it... his blood recognizing what
drew near.
    Druid.
    Con became instantly sharp, crouching down into
battle readiness.
    He was utterly stunned when a young vampire
Druid rounded the corner, eyes only for Ember.
    Eyes of a Siren, the body of a Druid,
Constantine would recognize those eyes of the sea anywhere. The
man's ebony gaze reflected like deep pools of obsidian fire as they
found Con's challengingly, his body that of a Druid warrior, though
unfinished.
    Constantine had an unnerving moment of
uncertainty before he launched at the foreigner.
    It was a strike meant to kill.
    It was Constantine's way.
    The only way.
    Ember screamed, but it came too slow.
    *
    Brandon
     
    Brandon saw the one who rang false as Siren, a
discordant string or recognition plucked.
    He and dear old dad had few things in common but
stupid was not one of them.
    This gill-laden vampire with a Druid's body
screamed Faction to Brandon, who had killed many of the remnants
left behind after the massacre.
    Yet this one remained.
    Brandon didn't have an assload of time to dwell
on all that, those thoughts were milliseconds before the very one
he considered sprung like a snake, a dagger arcing as he flew in a
misted blur