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stopped for a bite to eat.”
    Sam felt his hope sink at the news that Marianne was here also; this was very bad. He knew he wasn’t going to like whatever news they had to bring him from the council; he could only just hope it had nothing to do with Jade. As Raphael gestured, the others that were with him stepped aside to reveal Marianne on her knees cradling the body of a woman. Marianne’s mouth pressed against her neck and Sam could see her gulping as the blood poured from the wound on the poor woman’s neck.
    The woman turned her face in Sam’s direction as the other vampires moved and he could see the blissful empty look that filled her eyes. Marianne lifted her head then and grinned at Sam, her mouth and sharp fangs were smeared in the rich glistening red of the woman’s blood.
    “ Do excuse my manners; I was simply famished, but I think I’ll leave what is left of her for the pets.”
    The mention of pets sent a cold shiver of disgust down Sam’s spine. The pets were revenants or vampires that had lost their minds when they were turned; they had no control over themselves and the council kept them chained in the dungeons like guard dogs. The thought of this woman being given to them was sickening; none of the revenants had the power to put anyone into a trance and unless one of the other vampires did, this woman would wake up just before she was fed to them alive.
    One of the silent vampires near Marianne stepped over to the body of the woman, licking the tips of her fingers she ran them over the wound on her neck; to Sam’s surprise it closed, leaving nothing but two small scars where Marianne’s fangs had sunk in. Marianne stood and skipped over the prone body of her victim, her small red tongue darted out of her mouth as she licked the blood that smeared her lips. As she reached him, Raphael grabbed her roughly by the arm and swooped down on her mouth. They stood for what felt like an eternity to Sam, kissing and groping each other’s bodies.
    Marianne finally broke from the embrace and giggled her high pitched girly laugh. “Later my love,” she said brushing the blood that now also stained Raphael’s mouth. Raphael growled his ascent and watched Marianne as she stalked towards Sam.
    “ I’m glad you finished your little display; I thought I would get sick.” Sam told her, his voice flat and bored. He was hoping that perhaps he could make her angry enough that she’d forget why she’d been sent here.
    No such luck. Marianne was ruthless and persistent and if she thought she could sink her claws into somebody, she would quite happily take any slurs they threw at her; she was very confident in her abilities. She giggled again and ran her sharp fingernails down over Sam’s chest,
    “ Awww, I bet you’re just jealous I didn’t share that with you. I still can if you want me to, Sam; you and I could just walk back over there and finish her together. Would you like that?”
    Her eyes which were normally a deep dark forest green had begun to glow with a purple light. Sam had only ever witnessed her power being used on others and hadn’t actually ever felt it firsthand. It felt as though lots of tiny hands were sifting and sorting through his mind. She continued to stare at him and the feeling intensified. His jaw clenched. “You already know the answer to that,” he ground out between his teeth; he couldn’t break eye contact with her.
    “ Hmmmm you’re right I do,” she answered him smirking. “It’s such a pity though, don’t you think? I mean, can you imagine what we could achieve with your power and my power combined?” She giggled again, the sound grated in Sam’s ears. “But I know you, Samuel, remember who made you; you do seem to have forgotten that. Perhaps it’s high time the council taught you a lesson in creation?”
    She leaned in close beside his ear and whispered, “You should have chosen our side, Sam; you should have taken the offer when it was given to you. Now