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all. Please come,” Xavier said. As he floundered around, unsure what to say, Thomas rose and headed toward the gate. He nodded his head and smiled, as if to say he understood, though Xavier worried that he had offended him.
    “Good night, abbé. Thank you for your counsel. It has brought me comfort.” Thomas walked away into the night and Xavier stared after him, then caught himself and turned to Maria.
    “Did you forget our plans?”
    “Of course not. The gentleman sought comfort about a...a business and personal matter.”
    “Is there anything wrong?”
    Xavier wiped his brow, and noticed that his hand was shaking. “No.”
    She raised her eyebrow at him, skeptical, but he ushered her into the sanctuary and closed the door. She walked forward in silence. Xavier’s heart pounded as he followed. Did she suspect? Did she somehow know?
Thomas: Blood Passion

     
     

    16 May 1789 Late evening
     
    THOMAS LEFT XAVIER with the nun, glancing back only to show that all was fine between them. Xavier’s sudden jump from the bench and startled expression had shocked Thomas, but when he saw the nun appear from the catacombs, he understood, and watched as the nun and priest went into the church, then he swooned at the outline of Xavier’s head, loving the mere shadows that the beautiful abbé cast. He had to leave before he jumped through the window and ravaged the priest’s body.
    Thomas walked through Paris, never bored with watching humanity. Being confined to the night did not bother him. Others longed for the sun and questioned the goodness of their souls while they pronounced themselves evil. Not Thomas. He never wondered about such divine nonsense. Instead, he reveled in eternal life and his power. As far as watching people, he found the night proved infinitely more interesting than the daylight. People did more entertaining things under cover of darkness and indulged in forbidden pleasures or masked their crimes.
    When Anthony made him, he had taught Thomas quickly to only feed on criminals and to never touch the innocent. Anthony commanded him to obey this ethic, that no other lesson meant more. Thomas smiled, thinking about how Anthony also agreed with him about the vampire’s soul. He saw no overt evil or alliance with a devil. Rather, he saw a transformation through the blood that his kind kept hidden from mortals. Oh, how Anthony had sounded like an Enlightenment era philosopher. But Thomas held to the code.
    He walked toward his favorite bars in Paris, craving people. A man’s blood. Thomas licked his lips. Xavier, that innocent, angelic priest, brought out the worst in him. He grinned at the irony and set to work hunting to quell his rising hunger.
    It never took long in these modern cities to find fitting victims. One only had to look into another’s eyes to view evil. People seldom disguised their natures because they felt that nothing threatened them. Indeed, a likely candidate for this night’s amusement suddenly stood before Thomas. Moments later he left the degenerate soul dead in the alley. Thomas wiped the blood carefully off his mouth, avoiding another taste of it so as not to see a repeat of the man’s murderous existence. The one curse that came with his vampirism was the fact that in tasting the blood he also saw the victim’s life pass before his eyes.
    Fed, Thomas felt better, but he had tired of watching people and Paris, so he dashed through the darkened, damp streets to his flat.
    Inside, he reveled in the serenity of his home, removing his clothing. He had always loved being naked. Thomas liked the feel of different wooden chairs or plush velvet on his skin, and his vampire senses heightened this pleasure. He sank into his favorite silk chair.
    Without meaning to and within minutes he had pleasured himself. The young man from the night before barely satisfied him. He wanted something deeper. And so it served his purposes more to satisfy the urges alone, to envision Xavier underneath him,