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at Brandon.
    Another vampire of his age and experience may
have been crippled by the immediacy of the attack, but Brandon had
trained with his father, Beau. And the Exotic named Tarrin, with
skin so black it was like a bruised plum. Alongside his other
mentor, King of vampire, Kier-- who was a Faction puppet no
longer.
    Brutal warriors had trained Brandon from the
moment he could lift a weapon.
    He had many that he wore right now, they'd
become extensions of his body whenever he left the safety of the
Druid coven. Brandon was atypical, accelerated in maturity, mixed
in blood, battle-hardened in the two short years he'd traversed
this earth.
    All of that coalesced in a blinding moment of
providence as two of mixed lineage came against each other in a raw
piece of duality and war.
    Constantine of the mixed blood came at him and
Brandon drove the dagger that lay in his palm into the gut of his
opponent. Con's mouth became an “O” of surprise then he lay a
shallow slash at the newcomer's forehead.
    Fuck, that was smart , Brandon thought
with grudging admiration as a gash opened up immediately and blood
like a small river flowed into his line of sight; Con had nicked
his head, the biggest bleeder of the body, effectively blinding
him.
    “No!” Brandon heard a female call out and the
fight was arrested. “He is Mer, Constantine!”
    Constantine? Brandon wondered... where
had he heard that name? Oh yes... the renegade. The former
Faction vampire that had the blood of all the species pounding
through his veins. But nobody wanted him.
    Brandon remembered.
    He sat up as Constantine backed away from
him.
    Brandon swiped the blood out of his eyes and saw
the look in Constantine's dark gaze: he wanted Brandon dead.
    Well likewise, ya fucker, Brandon
thought.
    He glared at the older vampire, taking in his
measure. His body was hard, built like the typical vampire Druid: a
brick shithouse with legs and meathooks for arms. It was Tarrin's
words that Brandon remembered now as he stared at the Faction.
     
    “ There is one that you would come upon, his
name is Constantine. He has been allowed to live only because of
Lucia. She did not want to see a bloodline of ours expunged. She
felt... that he might make a turn for the better.”
    Tarrin kept the larger part of the story to
himself. The part that spoke of Constantine's dark nature: his
sadistic sexual compulsions to conquer females.
    Brandon had been a year younger, looking
probably around thirteen years old at the time. Perhaps not old
enough for those bits of information.
    “ Why are you telling me this, Tarrin?”
Brandon had asked him, his curiosity making him forget his
tongue.
    Tarrin narrowed his eyes on the unusual
coven member. He already knew where this would lead. Siren blood
was meant to be at sea. Anything less was soul-starvation. Tarrin
had told the boy's father as much: this young Druid vampire would
Awaken, then go. He'd find the sea just as surely as Tarrin had
found Lucia.
    Or the sea would find him.
    Either way, a warning about Constantine was
not out of order.
    “ He is the one that if you were to encounter,
I would have you recognize him.” Tarrin gave him level eyes, eyes
that required attention.
    Brandon gave it. Everyone in the coven had
turned to him and Lucia as automatic advisors. Kier and Holly may
be the Druid King and Queen, but Lucia and Tarrin where the bones
of their operation.
    “ I am kept here all the time,” Brandon had
answered in the sullen voice of youth and muttered underneath his
breath, “to train,” and Tarrin had him that fast, wrapped in a bear
hug, one that went beyond crushing bones, edging towards
pulverizing.
    “ What is the counter to this young sir?”
Tarrin asked him quietly.
    Brandon was steaming pissed, he'd allowed
himself to relax against the most aggressive warrior of the vampire
race.
    Fucking smooth, ya
dumbshit , Brandon thought.
    He tramped on Tarrin's instep with vampiric
force. The foot gave way underneath his