The city was on the island nation of Silver Luna, which
means the silver moon, or the moon is silver. The inhabitants are
mostly the walking dead, Vampires, some call them.

Tourists flock to the island because of its warm climate, and
the mystery of its eternal darkness. The sun never shines, and
the light that does filter through is blocked by a silver haze. The
tourists are the main prey of the blood drinkers, although they
may feed on animals if no humans are available.

Since the island always had a night-like atmosphere, the
vampires could be out even in the day. Hardly any of the tourists
knew of the terrible happenings on the island, for the undead
were very clever, some with a few centuries of experience and
others with a few decades at least.

But since tourists are the main prey, how come they don't
show up, the fledglings? The bloodsuckers usually don't turn
them. They either kill them, which they try to avoid doing because
of the tourist attraction, or they only drink enough to stave off their
hunger.

They could be anywhere, anyone.

Darren was a pale, black haired creature which women and
men alike found very attractive. He was a little unusual, a little
gothic, but overall seemed normal. His ice blue eyes reflected
what little he could see going on outside.

The misty haze above was clearing and the full moon
shone down into the street two floors below him. His fangs were
in full view, but he was alone, and wasn't worried.

Alone. A word with so many meanings for so many
situations. Alone could be without love. Alone could simply
mean the only one in an otherwise empty room. He reached and
touched his white fangs with a pale, slender finger. He felt a prick
of pain and glanced at his finger. The blood didn't come for nearly
a minute. He hadn't fed in weeks, months maybe.

The droplet of scarlet liquid rolled slowly down his finger,
then following the lines of his hand, it made wild red patterns. His
tongue snaked out and gathered the blood, a hot pool in his
mouth. His hunger was peaked; he had to find a mortal soon.
The flow of tourists would follow the coming of the new season,
winter. A small laugh escaped his full, pale lips.

"Now Darren," came a female voice from behind, "What are
you laughing at? My guess would have been you had caught a
glimpse of yourself in the looking glass, but since we don't have
reflections..." the voice trailed off. Darren recognized it as the
sweetly sarcastic voice of Angel, one of his previous fledglings.
She was the one who begged him for eternal life, those dreary
years ago. Now she seemed to hate him. He spun around and
met her gaze.

Two cold, blue lakes for eyes. She looked away and
headed for the living room, bouncing along with a walk all her
own. Fiery red locks mussed and tumbling down her back. She
was always leading him on, he wanted her, and she always
played it off like she was utterly repulsed by him.

As he was about to confront her in the living room, a knock
at the door caused him to head in that direction. Another knock
hadn't been struck as he opened the door. Daniel emerged from
the blackness that was only accented by a moon that shone
brightly, but produced very little actual light. The blue shirt, black
jacket, and a fake-n-bake tan made him a most normal looking
vampire. He had come so that they could discuss the tourists,
Darren knew the drill. There were so many limits, so many
restraints on what they could and couldn't do in the way of
feeding.

They ascended the stairs to enter the studio-like top floor.
As they came upon the living room, Angel had seemingly
disappeared. As Daniel settled in the adjacent kitchen, Darren
wandered the hall. He stopped at a conspicuous door on the
right. The study. He pushed the door, and it creaked open. Sure
enough, inside sitting atop his desk was Angel, her red hair
flowing over her completely feminine shoulders. He noticed her
skirt barely covered halfway from her thigh to her knees. When
you added the elements of fishnet nylons and calf-high boots, the
image that came to mind was that of a call girl. But Darren knew
Angel; he knew how she manipulated him, but still, he had
succumb to her.

Angel hopped off the desk and approached him, standing
slightly inside the doorway. She ran her ice cold hands through
the black hair that framed his face. The slow, soft engagement of
their lips followed. Abruptly, she pulled away, and was gone,
advancing toward the living room. The first feeling that popped
into his brain and was carried to his nerves was intense shock.
He decided not to drone on the subject, not to analyze it, just
accept it and be glad it happened. Back in the kitchen, Darren
found Daniel and the Enchantress conversing. He took a seat
directly across from Daniel, with Angel on his left. The two
men's discussion on tourism waged well on into the night. In that
time, Angel had departed. Darren was still puzzled by her strange
behavior, but decided not to inform his friend about it, for he had a
strong disliking for Angel.

As Chaline was desperately trying to stuff the remainder of
her belongings into the oversized suitcase, she had thoughts
about going to the island...Silver Luna. She needed to go, but
didn't really want to. She had to go because of the rumors, the
rumors of the island being infested by the undead. She didn't
want to go for the same reason. She was developing a fear of
them. She wondered what would happen if they found her,
surely, they would do something to her than simply kill her.

Perhaps they would slash her front and back with a dull
knife, then hang her up and peel off her skin, strip by strip. She
cringed at the thought, her deep green eyes clouding; yes they
were a crafty kind. She put those thoughts away and finished
packing. She then heard a dull thud. The door. The knock came
again. She jumped up and raced to the door, her wavy blond hair
bouncing behind her.

"Emily!" the knocking had been her friend, Emily, whom she
had known all her life. Emily was currently enrolled in the
University of Dramatical Arts on the island. She was one -along
with few others- that had told her about the vampires. She was
also to be Chaline's guide on the island, having been living there
and studying at the University for almost a year now.

"Well, I'll help you get these boxes out to the van," Emily
smiled and grabbed a box.

Chaline was going out to the island under the alias she was
to study at the same school as Em. Only Emily, and Chaline's
closest slayer friends, knew that she was really there to uncover
and, hopefully, rid the island of the undead.

As soon as everything was loaded into the Rent-a-Van, they
started toward the airport. The autumn sky was gray, but the
beauty of the trees shown in their fall colored leaves. Emily had
mentioned the fact of no daylight on Silver Luna, and the very
warm climate. Semi-Tropical with some Marine-West Coast days,
were her words. Chaline could hardly understand why anyone
would be attracted to a small, dark island. The mystery had to be
the main draw, she decided, as she sped up to pass a couple in
an old FireBird.

* * *

As the plane landed, something gripped both Emily and
Chaline, for they both immediately turned to see if the other
expressed the same feeling. Emily didn't know if it was fear, but
she was almost positive it wasn't. She knew this island by heart. It
could be excitement, however. Excitement about her first real hunt
for the walking dead, mentored by her wonderful slayer friend. To
rid at least a portion of the world from the inhuman bloodsuckers
that terrorized the living. It was true, in the organization she and
Chaline belonged to, that she only did research. That she only
sought out where the vampires might be.

Colleagues told her that her job was worth more importance
than slayers, for how could they kill if they didn't know where to
go. But to feel it in herself, the rush one must get from killing a
blood-drinker must be more terrific than any award or recognition.
Before they got underway, though, Emily and Chaline would have
to settle in. Chaline had to get moved in, get aquainted with the
campus, since registration had been successful. They would
meet Emily's friends.

She shook her head, she was back on earth and they were
already approaching Em's multi-floor condominium. She
unlocked the door and stepped inside, as her friend did the same.
Emily pushed the light switch and it flickered on reluctantly. The
luggage had already arrived some hour or so before, as now was
evident as the two women attempted to cross the living room
floor.

A red flash caught Emily's eye. The answering machine;
she played the recording. Daniel. He wanted Chaline and herself
to meet him and his friend, Darren, at his home around 7pm.
Emily looked at the clock, it would be chiming 5 at any moment.
That gave them time to get sort of settled.

To the boxes she headed, and saw Chaline already there.
Emily slit open the first one; little foam popcorn overflowed from
it. She dug her hands into the massive ocean of them, pulling out
a smaller box. She recognized the wood, the grain, mahogany.
The dark polished wood shone in the flooding light from the
above lamp. Wiping away the foam bits, her fingers followed the
delicate carvings in the wood, she felt the weight; heavy for its
size. Chaline walked over, smiling.

"I see you've found my supplies," she chortled
mischievously. Emily placed the box in her hands. Chaline
beckoned her to the kitchen, where they would have more light to
look unto the contents of the mysterious box.

Chaline lifted the lid, 5 oak stakes were revealed. A mallet
and a felt pouch of garlic also occupied the box. Another thing, a
book, a small golden-paged book and a feather quill caught
Emily's attention. Chaline followed the entranced eyes of her
friend and explained. The book was a list of slayer contacts, in
case of need she could call one of them. Chaline arose and left
the kitchen. A few moments later she returned, carrying another
box, much like the one that still lay open on the table.

"To commemorate this special event, your first all purpose
slaying kit," Chaline laughed with a gleam in her eyes. For a while
they talked, and Chaline shared some of the stories of her
slayings with Emily. She tried to get Emily used to the materials,
used to the skill.

The clocks drew close to 6, they would leave in a few
minutes.

"Hello, I'm not available at this time, would you please leave
your name and number after the tone and I'll get back to you as
soon as I can," a cheery voice on the other end of the line rang
out. The telephone answering machine. Daniel patiently awaited
the shrill beep, and left his recording.

Emily, sweet Emily, she was back. He felt her in the way a
vampire can feel his claimed one, and he had to see her. Hold
her warm body close to his. The blood pulsing through her veins,
hot and thick. But no. He couldn't think of her like that, couldn't
put her in with the countless other humans he had desecrated for
his survival.

He feared the day she would discover him, discover that he
was a habourer to the Dark Gift. He knew it would happen, only a
matter of time. It was inevitable. More so, since she worked
close with the slayers. Yet, being killed was not a fear.

No, that in fact would be a release, a release from all the hell
he lived in. Even if she took pity on him, she'd leave. Then he'd
be alone, alone as he had been for centuries. Or, he'd just have to
make her into the fiend he was, although he suspected he
couldn't do that to the one he loved so. It teared at his mind, it
made everyday less livable. He would try to forget, but that
would be futile, one cannot forget what is prophecy. Like so
many tales from ancient Rome and Greece, tales he had been
alive for to see in actual horror, his fate was sealed. But he
would make it, for when she was near, all of it would fade into
nothingness, all but lost in a subconscious stream of thoughts.
And equally, when she was gone it was hell. Decisions
tormented him, he needed blood. But she'd be there soon, be
with him. In a few hours bliss would be his. He walked back into
the den, where Darren was.

"Did you get a hold of her?" he questioned. Dan shook his
head,

"Answering machine," he replied, "Told her to meet us at
your place with her friend, sevenish. It's 4 now, I expect them to
be home from the airport shortly." Darren gave an approving nod.
Daniel smiled, he was happy when he pleased Darren.

Lovers, long ago they had been. Daniel still loved him. But
Darren was uptight. He didn't like to be pressured, especially with
emotions as strong as these, as he assumed Daniel would want
him to get to know Emily's friend 'better'.

But Darren didn't want to. He still felt for Angel,
although he always suspected she had ulterior motives when
courting him. Even more compelling, was the fact this new
woman was a slayer, and slayers and vampires aren’t a pretty
mix. Oh well, he'd work something out, he was cunning and he
flaunted it. They began to ready for the meet at his house, just to
make sure everything was neat and in place before the girls were
there.

As they were walking to his house, Darren thought about
Angel, and what had happened last night. And as Daniel slipped
his arm around his waist, he thought about his mixed feelings and
this woman that he had to buddy up to for the sake of his friend.

They hurried as the house came into view, needlessly
though, since there was time.

More than enough time.

They were greeted at the door warmly, Emily more than
Chaline. Upon reaching the house, they knocked on the door,
and Daniel had answered. Immediately, he and Emily were in
each other's arms. It seemed as if they had been separated for
decades, not hours. They retreated to the living room, leaving
enough room for Darren to squeeze through and greet Chaline.

As Darren took her hand, the first thing in Chaline's mind
was that he was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen.
He led her to where Emily and Daniel were. They were sitting on
the floor in a corner talking about how much they missed one
another. Once again it seemed they had been away for eternities.

Chaline looked awkwardly at Darren, they had been hardly
introduced. He turned away and looked at something through the
kitchen door. The wind was picking up outside, furiously loud.
Daniel finally called out from his corner: "What do you guys want
to do for dinner?" he asked.

It was Darren who suggested they go out, and then show
the girls around town.

"Great," Daniel replied. So they were decided, and they put
their nightcoats on and walked out into the dark abyss. Stepping
under a streetlight, Darren winced. Partly because of the light, but
mostly because of the figure he saw, vaguely silhouetted ahead.

The way its hair fell down its back, the height. Angel. He
stopped, staring at her. Daniel turned back and looked at Darren,
confused. Angel stepped into the light, but she didn't need to.
She radiated light, at least to Darren. Then Daniel saw her, and
his brow furrowed in anger. He could see she had done
something to his friend. He instructed both girls to stay where
they were, as he approached Angel.

"Angel, Angel," he scolded, "Why such a name when we
know you are no cherub?" he stepped closer, and didn't see as
she pulled something out of her pocket.

"Well," she grinned slyly as the something gleamed in the
streetlight, "I may be no Angel," she pointed to Darren, "But I sure
have enchanted your friend over there," she pulled the knife up.
Chaline had been watching, and thought Angel had been holding
a weapon. Chaline reached into her own pocket, poised until the
right time.

Daniel saw the blade and laughed.

"You can't hurt me with that," he said, gesturing to the knife.

"Oh," Angel breathed, "Yes, yes I can," she smiled,
menacingly, "Because, dear Daniel, my immortal friend, this is no
ordinary weapon. This is an Athame, used for casting circles in
the ancient religion of Wicca," her smile broadened. "It is the one
magickal weapon that can harm a vampire."

"But why do you wish to hurt me?" Daniel stared at her.

"Well," she started, but never finished.

As Daniel had been keeping his eye on Angel, he never saw
Chaline sprint out from behind. She lunged at Angel, and plunged
a large wooden stake into her chest. Angel cried out, and pulled
at the stake. She toppled over and succeeded in pulling out the
stake, but it was too late. The sucking chest wound bled just a
little before she disintegrated on the pavement.

Emily rushed up to Daniel and hugged him. "Who was she?
Why was she going to hurt you?" Emily cried.

It dawned on Daniel that neither woman had heard the
conversation, his secret wasn't blown. It must have been
Chaline's intuitive that led her to the act of killing the Vampire
Angel, after all, she was a slayer. Darren slowly walked up to
them, out of his trance like state. He put his hand on Chaline's
shoulder and led her away.

"That was amazing, what you did," Darren praised, holding
her body close to his.

"Nothing...Not really, it's my job," Chaline breathed.

"I know Daniel told me," Darren looked away. She sensed
his tension, he was uncomfortable for some reason.

"What's wrong?" she asked, putting a hand up to his face.

"Nothing," he smiled, and pulled her tight against him, "Let's
go back to my house, hmmm?" She nodded and smiled. Darren
called to Daniel, telling him where they were going. Daniel and
Emily were still in an embrace. Darren put his arm around Chaline
and led her to his place.

As they entered, he clicked on a light. He asked her if she
wanted anything to eat or drink, though she declined. Darren took
her hand and led her up the stairs. They scaled the staircase that
led to the upper level of the townhouse. Upon entrance of the
room, Darren turned abruptly, closing the door. Chaline noted the
clicking sound of the lock, and wondered why he locked the door
in the already locked house. She took a place on his bed, and he
found himself in a near corner, admiring her.

She seemed distracted, an anachronism in the home of a
vampire. Darren walked over and lowered himself beside her.
She turned away from him, maybe too overcome by his beauty.

Darren himself began to think. Angel, the one he lusted after
ever so greatly, was gone. He wasn't really upset, he knew she
had never loved him, nor had he loved her. Just a mere surprise,
that something he felt as solidly about should soon be gone. In a
way, it was like some of the burden he carried was lifted away. A
good thing, he decided upon, as his eyes met Chaline's. He knew
it was going to be a risk, having this slayer as the object of his
affection for the time being. A time would come, he knew it, if not
very soon, that she would ultimately find out.

He had had this argument with himself before. And when
she did, he'd have to kill her, he thought with a faintly evil smile.
Strangely though, some inside intuitive told him he could never
bring himself to take her life. It would even be a struggle to turn
her, he reveled. Something that killed one kind to salvage their
own. Not so much difference between himself and her, he
decided. But he couldn't harm her. The thought plagued his
mind, he had never thought so much about the kill, never had he
known remorse. Finally he let it go, frustrated.

Anyway, she was there, beside him at least for now. He
couldn't let her sense what he was thinking, although with his
keen sense and vampire eyes he could see through to her
thoughts. He began believing maybe she would accept it, and if
not...well he'd just have to see, cross that bridge when he got to it.
And what a God-forsaken bridge that would be.

He drifted back down into the moment at hand; for that was
a flaw with vampires, they tend to think too much. Chaline
crawled onto his lap, and put her arms around his neck. If she
only knew, Darren laughed. She looked inquisitively at him, but
dismissed the laugh. He put his arm around her now, feeling the
heat that is only human. As he drew her closer, he distinguished
the terrible rhythm that torments only the vampires when they
hear it; that sound of the heartbeat. At that moment, the torment
was the greatest he had felt since he made Daniel. Chaline was
so fresh, so young, so dangerous to kill. So enticing.

But he wasn't sure he wanted that. His veins pulled on his
heart like vicious puppet strings, they ached for the blood and he
ached for the taste. He was all over envious of Daniel's self
control with Emily. Darren bent over Chaline's neck, the jugular
protruded and teasing him. He kissed the bare flesh of her neck,
soft and warm, but lacked the conviction to bite. Her hand raised
to his face, stroking his cheek, and he noticed all the small blue
arteries and veins. They seemed to call to him, to beckon him to
drink. He restrained, but barely. Her warm lips brushed his, the
vessels just under the skin.

He could hear blood pounding in his ears, but he was
hearing blood that was hers. He sensed she knew nothing of his
vampire nature, even now. The thoughts he read from her
confirmed that.

She wanted to make love to him, wanted to wake with him.
Her thoughts open, unprotected, unshielded. Darren almost felt
sorry for her lack of knowledge. He finally caved in, the feelings
were too overwhelming.

He took Chaline's hand, gazing at the wrist, seeing the
blood pulsating through the veins. He kissed the palm lightly,
moving down to what he wanted. He kissed the wrist harder,
passionately, evoking a moan from Chaline. Darren's fangs slid
down, and he almost bit her in time. But he had made a
seemingly fatal error.

When his fangs came down, she had been watching, and
they were in her clear view. A cry escaped her lips and
desperately she tried to tear her arm from his clutch. Darren
chortled, pitying her.

“My poor, poor mortal dear,” Darren cooed, in a
pseudo-comforting way, “It seems you have made a wrong
judgment…I mean you should know who is and who isn’t the
vampire, being a slayer and all,” he smiled.

Chaline couldn’t believe her own self, never had she been
so wrong, so naïve, so trusting of another.

“But don’t worry, Cherie,” Darren started again, “If you don’t
resist, if you are willing, perhaps I’ll take pity on you. At the least,
it won’t hurt as much then.”

“Never,” Chaline hissed, finding some courage in the abyss
of lost hope.

“Well then, I’ll have myself a nice challenge,” he smiled
slyly, “But beware, for I always complete challenges in manners
that best suite me.”

Darren drew Chaline close to his body, gently pushing the
hair that shielded her throat aside. His fangs slid down over his
lips once again, and he felt the surge to kill once more. And as he
bit into her neck, as he felt the warmth coursing through him, as
he was locked in that unnatural rhythm, another sound caught his
ear but he ignored it.

He found a second later that was a bad choice.

He heard the shriek of metal that doesn’t want to bend,
heard the shatter of glass. He turned to see shards falling from
the pane to cover the floor. He all but forgot his unwilling victim
as she took the chance to get away from him. A dark figure
plunged in from the darkness. The light accentuated the form, it
was Daniel. Chaline, from her place by the door, looked
bewildered.

“But, how did you—,” she started, but Daniel interrupted.

“Shut up,” he said firm but curtly. He brushed himself off as
Darren glared at him, a penetrating stare. “I thought we had a
deal Daz,” Daniel addressed Darren by his pet-name, “When will
you ever just consider listening to me? To following the directions
I give? Is it because you enjoy seeing me worked up? Or is it an
egotistical thing?” Daniel sighed, frustrated.

“You should be thankful I haven’t laid a hand on your
precious Emily, at least this thing here,” Darren gestured to
Chaline, “Doesn’t mean anything to you.”

Daniel angered for a moment then chuckled, “Oh contraire,
my friend, you cannot lay one cold, blood starved vampire finger
on her. If you are forgetting,” he continued, “I have claimed her as
mine. A fate worse than death awaits those who fail to recognize
what is law for the undead.” With that, Daniel walked to Chaline
and took her into his arms.

Possibly forgetting he too, was a vampire, or figuring she
was safe in his company, she willingly put her arms around him.
Daniel stroked her fine, wavy blond hair. He rubbed her back,
comforting her.

“Two can play at that game,” Darren said, “I claim Chaline,
Daniel I do believe you must let her go now,” he smiled dryly.

“Ah, ah, ah Darren. But you can only claim one at a time.
I’m afraid you just can’t do that,” now it was Daniel’s turn to
smile.

“Well, Daniel, your vampire knowledge betrays you, for the
only one I have ever claimed was Angel,” Darren sighed
reminiscently, “And she’s no longer with us.”

“I beg to differ,” Daniel retorted, “It is now your knowledge
that has betrayed you. With insight such as yours, I sensed you
would have picked up on this by now: Angel is not dead.”

Finally, Chaline had given up all hope of understanding, and
now Daniel moved to grab her wrist. He missed. She lunged for
the door, trying the knob, but to no avail. Defeated, she sank to
the floor as Daniel watched her with mock pity.

Darren just stared in awe. If what his friend was saying
were true, and Angel was alive, he wanted to know how.
Strangely, he felt a longing for her. Then he realized this was a
false feeling. Darren knew his feelings for her, they were bitter.
She had used him and she had blamed him. Then, as before, a
sound came from the window. A figure, luminescent was her
body, no light need touch her for them to see her.

Angel.

Darren’s breath was taken from him. Daniel was indeed
speaking the truth. She jumped from the sill and stood, staring at
Chaline, who had arose but was now being restrained by Daniel,
then she gazed at Darren, her eyes peering into their souls, biting
like fire through them.

“Darren, Darren,” Angel scolded, much like a parent would
scold a child, “You have stooped so low once again, trying to
deceive a helpless mortal, trying to have her love you for what
she thought you were.” She moved to where Chaline stood.
“Mon Cherie,” she started, “Did you really think he loved you? Did
you believe him to be human? My dear, innocent Cherie, he only
wanted to feed from you,” she said coldly, “He could have cared
less what you felt.” She chuckled coldly.

In her conversing with Chaline, she had not been watching
Darren. He was now behind her, holding a piece of wood that
had fallen from the broken pane.

“That is not true,” Darren countered Angel, placing a firm
grip on her shoulder so as not to let her turn around, “I felt for her
like I never did for you. You were an obsession I have grown out
of.” He could feel her shock, the tensing of her muscle. She had
thought he still craved her, still needed her, for that control was to
play a main part in her new plan.

“Anyway,” Darren started again, “Before I finish you, I’d like
to know what you’re doing back.”

“Finish me?” Angel cried, “Wha..what do you mean? You
can’t kill me!”

“Oh but I can,” Darren sighed, “And will. But first, tell me
how this is possible, your return from the death of the dead.”

“Only a few things can kill a vampire,” Angel started shakily,
“And a stake through the heart is one of them, but it is a very
weak offense. Especially if it is done by a mortal. Only a vampire
can use that weaponry and surely succeed, though if one is
powerful enough, only an Athame will work. If your mind serves
you, you will remember my attempt to kill Daniel with an Athame.
You can never be too cautious.

“The sun is probably the only sure thing to kill us, but you
would know that,” she smiled wryly, “The last one that I can think
of now is the beheading by a golden sword.”

“But if the stake didn’t kill you,” Darren questioned, “Why
did you seem to die?”

Angel laughed. “I only feigned death, it was part of my
plan, and a nice trick I pulled off don’t you think? Disintegrating is
no easy thing. I read minds the same as you, I knew your mortal
love there was going to try and pull a fast one on me. But it was
in her fault, she did not win. I am strong, too strong for death.”

“Maybe too strong for death by a mortal,” Darren smiled,
“But not too strong for me.” With that, he plunged the makeshift
stake through Angel’s back. It pierced her heart, Darren felt her
pain. But it was bliss, to know she was to die.

Angel cried out and flailed but only caught air. She
screamed, and then fell to the floor, clawing at the polished wood.
And then she started shriveling up, as if all the moisture in her
vampire body was being drained, her veins shown through her
now transparent flesh. She all but a pile of bone and dry flesh on
the floor, and as Darren touched her, she turned to ash.

He smiled and settled onto his bed. He now looked to
where Daniel was standing. But something was wrong, he
wasn’t standing how he was supposed to. It took him a minute
to see what had happened, in his bout with Angel, no attention
had been paid to Chaline and Daniel.

Daniel, wrapped in his own hunger, had bit and drained
Chaline, and Darren hadn’t even known. Daniel now bent over
her, drinking the last remnants of her life. But Darren wasn’t
angry, and when Daniel looked up with his bloodstained lips,
Darren laughed. He approached him.

“Nice work,” he praised, “But she’s still alive.”

“What do you want to do with her?” Daniel asked.

“Let’s take her to my coffin,” Darren smiled, “There’s still
more than enough night left, maybe we can have some fun.”

They chuckled cruelly and shook their heads in pity for her.
They were to do something that was to become the ultimate irony
for Chaline: To make her their new fledgling, a woman dedicated
to the destruction of vampires, now becoming one.

Part 2, Irony and Bloodbaths, is coming soon!