Vampire Apocalypse
Book Two:
Apotheosis
***
Katriena Knights 


Lilith shook in Jarods arms 
He looked at her. She was staring out the window, pupils dilated, 
breathing fast and ragged. 
Lilith? He tried to turn her away from the window but failed. 
Gently, he ran his hand over her hair, pressed his lips against her throat. 
Lilith. 
Her lips strained for words, finally produced a raspy sound. Kill 
me, she breathed. Ialdaboth will have you all, through me, if you 
dont. 
Theres a way to save you, he said, and we both know what 
that is. 
If I take you now, Ill kill you. 
No, you wont. 
Her eyes had widened, desperate and wild. I will. I need it so 
much. 
Then take it. Clenching his teeth, he broke the scabs on his 
wrist and held the wound to her lips. The blood reddened her mouth 
and her pupils contracted 
She turned away from the window, grabbed him, and sank her 
teeth into his throat. 
Her fangs stung sinking in, tiny scalpels puncturing skin and vein. 
His hands went up involuntarily, but when he grasped her arms, he 
couldnt push her away. She was immovable. Her mouth pulled at his 
throat, drawing mouthful after mouthful of blood. The pain, though, had 
stopped, leaving behind only the rhythm. It matched his heartbeat. She 
shifted, and he felt her body against his, her breasts pressing softly 
against his chest, her hands spread on his back. 
Let go, he thought. Thats enough. I cant take anymore. 
I cant, her answer came. I cant stop. 
He would have called for help if he could, but his voice stopped in 
his throat behind her penetrating teeth. His heartbeat filled his head, 
pounding, pounding . . . how long until it stopped? 

To Doug 
Other Books by Katriena Knights 
Vampire Apocalypse Book One: Revelations 
Time and Time Again 
The Haunting of Rory Campbell 

Vampire Apocalypse
Book Two:
Apotheosis
***
Katriena Knights


Prologue 
From Luciens personal journals 
To Whom It May Concern: 
I leave this document behind in the hopes that no one but myself 
will ever read it. For if this is found and I am not here, then I am most 
likely dead, and all has been lost. 
Enough with the melodramatics. On with the story. 
Lets start with me. I was born twelve thousand years ago, give 
or take a century, in a cave in the Carpathian Mountains, the offspring 
of a virgin girl and the demon to whom she was offered in an effort to 
placate the angry gods. I had three half-brothers, each born to different 
mothers. We are not vampires, but we birthed that entire race 
through exchange of blood. May I take this moment to apologize on 
behalf of the four of us? After all, the gods, unplacated by our births, 
continued to be angry, and the vampire race has not yet been much of 
a boon to the planet. 
They might be, though, someday. Thats where the rest of the 
story comes in. 
Four and a half thousand years ago, I died. More or less. It was 
the Flood, the big Black Sea flood the Sumerians wrote about. The 
Hebrews did, too, if I remember right. There was torrential water and 
mud, and I didnt get out in time. 
Neither did my half-brother, Aanu. We drowned and were lost in 
the mud for a century or two. And we dreamed. 
Eventually, we clawed our way out. When we compared notes, 
we discovered wed dreamed the same dreams. Or overlapping dreams, 
something of that nature. In any case, when we started writing them 
down, they fit together. So we compiled them and gave them a fancy 
nameThe Book of Changing Blood. 
We werent sure what they all meant. Prophecies, maybe. But 
over four thousand years passed before they started coming true. 
Okay, heres the part where you need to start paying attention. 
Because if the unthinkable happens and we have lost and Ialdaboth 

has won, the only way to salvage anything might be to reconstruct the 
sequence of events. Otherwise there will be no shoveling us back out 
of the darkness. 
It started with an old Indian shamansome variety of Sioux, I 
think, but Im not sureand some herbs given to his tribe by an unnamed 
vampire back in the mists of time. His people safeguarded the 
herbs until, one day, the vampire Julian washed up on the banks of their 
favorite fishing river. With the aid of these herbs, Julian abstained from 
human blood for over two centuries. 
Abstaining changed him. He became less sensitive to daylight 
and able to consume some forms of solid food. His transformation was 
kicked into high gear when he fed from two other vampires, then from 
the Senior of the New York City vampire enclave. Normally, this should 
have killed himinstead it killed them. I never knew the Seniors name. 
Its not important. He was old. Very old. Old as dirt, even, but not quite 
as old as me. 
The interaction of the different blood within Julians body changed 
him yet again. But he needed one more catalyst, which he found in the 
blood of one Lorelei Fletcher, coincidentally or, actually, probably not 
the woman he met and fell ass-over-fangs in love with. 
When he took her blood, he became something else. Something 
no longer a vampire. He no longer fed on blood but on human energy. 
I do that, as well, but when I take energy, it depletes the person from 
whom I feed. Julians feeding amplifies the energy of the fed-upon. Its 
a strange and rather miraculous process, with implications which have 
yet to be fully explored. 
Theres a Dr. Greene here with us, in the enclave, whos experimenting 
with different blood combinations, isolating catalysts, things 
like that. He was able to use Julians blood, combined with blood from 
another vampire named Nicholas, to cure cancer. That should give you 
some idea of where all this could be headed. 
Much of this, Ive discovered, is outlined in the Book of Changing 
Blood, or what remains of it. Because a good deal of it was destroyed 
by my two brothers, Ialdaboth and Ruha, and their followers, 
who believe vampires should not change, that we and our Blood-Born 
progeny are demons and will always be demons, and we should just 
deal with it. I dont believe that is true. I dont believe the vampire race 
was created to drag the world into hell. I believe we and our Children 
have the potential to save the world, or at least part of it. 
So some of our work has involved reconstructing the Book. And 

the rest has been figuring out what the hell is going on as the shit hits 
the fan around us. For instance, Julian got Lorelei pregnant. We have 
no idea what thats going to mean. Vampires are sterilebut hes not 
so much a vampire anymore, is he? So were waiting to see what 
happens, waiting to see what kind of progeny she produces. Then there 
are the Childrenvampires who were Changed before they reached 
puberty. Julian has Dr. Greene working on a way to return their mortality. 
If it works for them, could it work for other vampires? 
The biggest obstacle right now, though, is Ialdaboth. Hes determined 
to stop us, and if you find this place in ruins, with my bones 
decorating the office and slaughtered vampires strewn about in the 
halls, hes done just that. He tried to finish off Julian, kidnapping Lorelei 
as bait, but his former minion Lilith got in his way and stopped it. She 
was dead for about five minutes until Julian got to her. Ialdaboth blasted 
the living hell out of her, and Julian brought her back to life. Brought her 
back to life. I cant stress that enough. Were not sure where her 
loyalties lie, but we are sure that Ialdaboth will try again. And if he 
does, we have to stop him. 
Have to. Because if we dont, everything weve found is lost, I 
am dead, and you are reading this. 
Lets just hope to God no one ever reads this. 

Julians Journal 
We strive for a world in which there are choices. The choice to 
be vampire or mortal. The choice to be a childto live the life that was 
taken. 
Does immortality become a gift I can bestow, without the curse 
of vampirism? Can I also give mortality to those who desire it? 
What is my vision for the community of vampires? Not only those 
whose enclave I now guide, but all of them, everywhere, throughout 
the world. 
Do we become a force for good, or do we become a catalyst for 
evil? 
My touch, my blood, can perform miracles, can give life where 
there was none, can restore mortality where there was only the curse 
of undeath. 
What have I become? What has Lorelei become? And what of 
the child she carries? Childrentwins. Will they be human or vampire? 
Or something else altogether? 
Then there is the matter of Ialdaboth. We defeated him once, 
Lucien and I, but only temporarily. I have doubts about whether we 
can do it again. We need more. More power, more knowledge. 
I should know more than I do. The Senior knew things I do not, 
but I cant access all his memories. I should be able to, but there are 
barriers. Perhaps I have to go through all of the Seniors life, his time, 
his powers, and his loves, to find what I need. 
I dont look forward to the process. There are places in there I 
really dont want to go. So I fill my time with other concerns, gathering 
what information I can. 
Lilith must know something. She was with Ialdaboths enclave 
for a long time. Could she be the key? I wonder whenever I visit her, 
watching her as she lies in her hospital bed, a pale, beautiful thing. She 
looks as if she is made of white wax, or marble. What knowledge lies 
behind those quiescent eyes? 

Lilith 
. . . likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that 
repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need 
no repentance. 
Luke 15:7 
It is impossible for those who were once enlightened . . . if 
they shall fall away, to renew them again into repentance. 
Hebrews 6:4-6 
If they want to come, let them come. Im not turning anyone 
away. 
EmailJulian to Lucien 
Blessed be the Children of the Dark, for they may return to 
the Light, and thus be saved. 
The Book of Changing Blood 

One 
Lilith hurt everywhere, deep, pervasive pain that filled every inch 
of her. She could barely move without it shifting, growing and receding 
and always moving, as if some bizarre form of life had taken root just 
beneath her skin. 
She supposed she shouldnt complain, though. Not that long ago, 
shed been dead. 
It was hard to judge the passage of time, but she thought it had 
been about three days since Julian, Lucien, and Lorelei had brought her 
here. Her sworn enemies, up until that time. Until Julian had brought 
her back to life. 
Here, in this part of the vampire Underground, there was no real 
day or night, but the pull of the daytime Sleep still claimed her at appropriate 
intervals. Here they fed her on harvested blood and kept her 
carefully alive in spite of the role shed recently played in Loreleis 
kidnapping. 
If shed returned to her own people, she would be dead by now. 
Instead shed passed into the realm of the enemy and remained alive. 
She blinked at the pale green ceiling of what she supposed could 
most accurately be called a hospital room. It still amazed her that they 
were leaving her alone. She could have yanked out her IV and slipped 
away, feeling her waysomehowout of the convoluted turnings of 
the corridors and tunnels of the Underground. But she had no desire to 
go anywhere. Once or twice Julian had come in and said hello to her, 
held up his end of a short, inane conversation while his dark eyes had 
studied her with discomfiting intensity. Lucien had done the same, though 
he hadnt bothered to talk. Hed just looked at her. She had no doubt 
that they both could read every thought that meandered through her 
head. So they knew where she stood. They knew she was, at least for 
the moment, conflicted enough to be considered safe. 
The door to her room squeaked, and she looked up to see Dr. 
Greene enter. He came every day at about this time to check on her. 
He smiled. Good evening. How are you doing? 
He took her chart from the table by the door and looked at it. She 
wondered why. He couldnt have that many patients, not here. Surely 

he could remember what her problems were. 
Like shit, she answered. 
He nodded soberly. Ive been running some cultures in the lab. 
My prediction is that the pain will start to decrease in about twelve 
hours. 
Thats a relief. 
He checked her IV drip, where rich, garnet blood had begun to 
enter her system minutes after shed returned from the Sleep. Are 
you hungry at all? 
No. Not really. 
Its not quite the same, is it? 
No. Not quite. 
Her systems dissatisfaction with the stale blood was secondary, 
though, to the consuming pain. Still, the doctors understanding surprised 
her. He was a mortal, after all, full of live, pulsing blood. He 
would have made a damned fine breakfast. 
Seemingly unconcerned by his status as possible food item, the 
doctor checked her IV again, adjusted the timer, looked at the machine 
that blinked with her vital signs. Youll be all right. 
Yeah. She doubted that. Shed made some very dangerous enemies 
by protecting Lorelei and her unborn child. Ialdaboth wanted her 
dead. Sooner or later, she knew he would get what he wanted. 
Dr. Jarod Greene closed the door behind him and leaned on it, 
gathering his thoughts. Lilith was improving rapidly. No surprise there. 
Vampires healed with predictable rapidity when given half a chance. 
That Lilith had been technically dead for a time didnt seem to have 
affected her recovery rate. 
Yes, physically, she was recovering nicely. But he was still concerned 
about her mental and emotional states. Especially since he knew 
Julian and Lucien would be all over her with questions as soon as he 
declared her healthy. 
And so went his dilemma as a doctor. The information Julian wanted 
from Lilith was important, but Jarod didnt want to risk her health. Nor 
did he want to endanger Julians plans to move against Ialdaboths 
forces. He had to make the right call, and he wasnt sure yet what that 
was. 
In any case, Julian was expecting himagainright now. These 
daily meetings were starting to get tedious. 
As usual, Julian and Lucien were waiting for him in his office. 

Jarod had asked them repeatedly not to touch anything in therehe 
had a number of projects and experiments underway. Still, as he entered, 
Lucien snatched his hands away from a shelf and hid them behind 
his back. Julian gave Lucien a wry look. 
You can talk to her tomorrow, said Jarod. He hoped giving them 
an answer up front might gain him some privacy. 
No such luck. 
Julian settled onto the edge of the desk. Whats your opinion of 
her? 
My opinion? Jarod shrugged. I think shell be well enough for 
you to talk to her in twelve hours. 
I mean as a person. 
He rarely got any but medical questions from his patients. He 
liked it that way. It made everything less personal and helped him forget 
he was the go-to medical guy for a colony of vampires. 
Shes not a person, he said, not really thinking. Shes a vampire. 
His lack of tact registered when Julian narrowed his eyes, his 
mouth compressing. 
All right then, Julian said, his tone clipped. What do you think 
of her as a vampire? 
Im not sure what youre getting at. 
He wants to know if you think she can be trusted, Lucien put in. 
Look, guys. Im a doctor. Im not a psychiatrist or a counselor or 
even a very good judge of character. I look at blood cells all day. 
Youve spent more time with her than any of the rest of us, 
Julian countered. 
Jarod lifted his hands in a gesture of helplessness. Shes . . . 
confused. I think shes afraid you might kill her. 
Do you think she would go back to Ialdaboth? 
I dont know. He doesnt seem like the kind of guy who would 
forgive and forget, based on what youve told me. 
But she hasnt said anything to you about him? 
We dont really chat. 
Silence fell. Julian and Lucien regarded each other, seeming to 
pass messages through their eyes. 
I think we can trust her, Lucien finally said. 
Julian didnt look happy, but he nodded. We may have to. He 
slid off the desk and headed for the door. 
Trust her with what? Jarod asked. 

Julian looked at him, and Jarod saw the age in his eyes, age tempered 
with long-standing pain. With the future, he said. With everything. 
With nothing remaining to be said, he and Lucien left. 
Jarod tried to settle down to some serious work. Hed been toiling 
on a project for Julian for the past week, and some aspects of his 
experimentation were finally coming together. 
Hed lived in the vampire Underground for nearly ten years, and 
he had to admit, hed never seen the kind of weirdness hed seen since 
last Halloween. Julians blood cells coming back to life, Nicholass convoluted 
cancer cure, Loreleis unprecedented pregnancy, Julians latest 
project to save the Children, and now Lilith. Oh, and Lucien, but 
everything about that guy was weird. Jarod longed for the good old 
days, when he just sat in his lab inventing blood replacements, like 
Vivians plasma drinks. 
Which reminded himhe hadnt picked up her empties yet this 
week. 
Looking again at the cultures from the two Children he was working 
with, he made a few notes, then put his notebooks away. The walk to 
Vivians would do him good. 
It was a long walk, and a weird one for those not used to it. 
Vivians house was technically above ground, but it somehow adjoined 
the Underground. He was the only mortal he knew of who could make 
the trip unaccompanied. It had taken him five years to acquire the skill, 
and he still didnt understand how it worked. The doors and corridors 
and hallways changed every time, but he somehow always knew the 
way. 
Ten years among vampires could change a man. 
He picked up the collection of empty bottles next to Vivians refrigerator 
and settled them into the canvas bag hed crafted for the 
purpose. The house was quiet with approaching daylight. Time was 
when he could spend a few hours by himself during the day, before 
grabbing some sleep. These days Julian and Lucien popped in at any 
hour of the day or night. Maybe they didnt need sleep, but he did. 
Luckily, they generally honored the Do Not Disturb sign hed made 
for his bedroom door. 
As he returned to the hospital wing, he thought about Lilith. He 
wondered exactly what Julian had in mind for her, though he suspected. 
With her knowledge of the enemythe Dark Children, Lucien called 
themshe could be an invaluable asset. 

In the lab, he set the bottles in the sanitizer, then went again to 
Liliths room. She lay still as a corpse in the daylight Sleep, her straight, 
white hair spread against the pink pillowcase. Vampires didnt breathe 
in the Sleep, and she looked eerily dead. 
Though he hadnt talked with her a great deal, hed gotten the 
impression she was deeply conflicted. As if she couldnt decide which 
side she should be on and wasnt prepared to make the choice. But she 
was afraid, as well, and seemed less afraid when he was with her. 
He would have to come back an hour or two before sunset to 
hook up her IV blood drip. No point in letting her wake up hungry. But 
he didnt have to worry about her until nightfall. In the meantime, he 
could head off to bed. 
Still, he stood, looking at her, at her silent face, like marble statuary. 
Her features were gracefully put together, the clean lines striking 
in their frame of platinum hair. 
He was, he decided, fairly sure he could trust her. 
Leaving her to her recuperative quasi-coma, he turned off the 
light and headed for his room. 

Two 
Lilith hadnt believed it possible, but the pain was gone in the 
morning. Disconcerted, she blinked at the ceiling. For the past three 
days shed drifted out of the Sleep on a tide of aching agonynow she 
was just drifting. She closed her eyes and savored the sensation, smiling. 
When her breakfast began to flow into her veins from the IV drip, 
she wriggled and purred like a cat. At the moment, this was a good 
place to be. 
Uneasiness returned, though, when Dr. Greene made his usual 
stop. Not so much because his presence disturbed her, but because he 
himself seemed ill at ease. 
Good morning, he said, picking up her chart. 
Whats wrong? 
He quirked an eyebrow at her. Nothing. Why? 
Somethings up. 
He flipped a page on the chart, then dropped it back on the cabinet. 
I told Julian and Lucien they could talk to you today. 
Lilith knew he meant more than just a casual chat or the weird, 
one-sided sessions shed already had with them. Cautiously, she sat up, 
mindful of the needle in her arm. What do you think they want? She 
couldnt help the fear. Shed spent too long in Ialdaboths enclave, 
where interrogation meant torture and any questioning of the hierarchy 
led to dismemberment or death. 
What do you think they want? 
Of course she knew. Im not sure what to tell them. 
He met her gaze directly, his green eyes kind behind round wire-
rims. Theyre good people. He grinned. To the extent that theyre 
people at all. 
She nodded soberly. I think youre right. 
A few hours later, she sat in Dr. Greenes office, rubbing her arm 
where the IV needle had been. It itched, the punctured skin and the 
vein beneath healing rapidly. The doctor had given her a plasma drink, 
as well. It had tasted strange but had settled her hunger nearly as well 
as the IV. And there was something satisfying about the feel of warm 

liquid moving down her throat, even if it wasnt red. 
Dr. Greene sat behind his desk, watching her as she sank into the 
big couch. 
Ill stay if you want me to, he said. 
Yes. The thought relieved her more than it should have. Yes, 
please. 
He nodded. In his silence, which had an awkward feel to it, she 
looked around the room. There were several arrangements of blood in 
test tubes, Petri dishes, measuring devices she didnt recognize. 
What is all this? 
Various projects having to do with the changes in Julians blood 
and what happens when his blood combines with other blood. Like 
when we healed Dina. 
She wasnt sure what he was talking about beyond understanding 
that there was something strange about Julian. 
My main project right now has to do with the Children, he went on. 
The Children? 
There are several here. They were treated fairly well under the 
previous Senior, and Julian has improved things even more. But he 
wants to find out if we can make them mortal again. 
Really? Such a thing would never have occurred to her. 
Yes. What was done to them wasand iswrong, and he wants 
to try to fix it. The doctor shook his head. Theres a boy here whos 
been ten for five hundred years. Its just not right. 
Shed never thought of it that way before. There were pre-pu-
bescent vampires among Ialdaboths followers, but not many. Few made 
it through the rigorous probation and training period he enforced for all 
his followers. Those who did make it were often slaughtered by adult 
vampires as soon as they became autonomous hunters. The Children 
were smaller, weaker, vulnerable. 
The door opened and Julian came in, with Lucien behind him. The 
arrangement puzzled Lilith, as well. Julian was clearly the Senior, but 
she could tell by looking at him that he was younger than Lucien, less 
powerful. Lucien, on the other hand, possessed the same aura of power 
Ialdaboth had. He wielded it differently, though, seemed more comfortable 
with it. Yet he deferred to Julian. 
In her world, the world of the Dark Children, such a situation 
would not have been possible. Ialdaboth would have slaughtered Julian 
at the first sign of abnormal power. That Lucien had not done so would 
seem, according to Ialdaboths rules, to be a sign of weakness. Lilith 

wasnt so sure. 
They sat in the big chairs that occupied the doctors office, making 
themselves comfortable. 
How are you feeling today? Julian asked. 
Much better, thank you. 
Dr. Greene said he thought you might be up to answering some 
questions. Are you? 
I believe so. 
Is there a reason the doctors still here? Lucien put in. 
Im staying, said Dr. Greene. Im her doctor, and I need to be on 
hand in case any kind of situation develops during your interrogation. 
Julian laughed. Its not going to be an interrogation. I left my 
thumb screws in my other pants. 
Lucien went directly to the point. Lilith, do you want him to stay? 
Yes. She was prepared to argue if she had to. 
Fine. Then lets get on with it. We need your help. 
Lilith nodded. Go on. 
Julian took over. Before your arrival, we put plans in motion to 
send a spy into Ialdaboths territory. 
Bad idea, said Lilith. 
Possibly. But it needed to be done. With you here, we now have 
another option. If youre willing to tell us everything you can about our 
enemies, it would be very helpful. 
She looked at Dr. Greene, who regarded her steadily from his 
seat behind the desk. His expression gave her no clue as to what her 
answer should be. 
What if I dont? she asked. What would you do to me? 
You would be allowed to stay among us, Julian said. The answer 
surprised her. No harm would come to you. 
Unless it came from Ialdaboth, Lucien added, when he takes over 
the place because you didnt help us. His tone was wry, but not angry. 
No doubt about itthese two were crazy. They should have tied 
her to a pole and beaten her until she told them what they wanted to 
know. Or better yet 
Why dont you just read it all out of my mind? 
Lucien smiled. Julian looked sheepish. 
We have, a little, Lucien said, sounding not at all repentant. We 
need more, though, and what we need is inaccessible without your 
cooperation. 
Ridiculous. It would be so simple for them to force their way into 

her mind and take what they wanted. They were weak, unwilling to do 
what was necessary to defeat the Dark Children. If she set herself up 
properly in this place, she could kill them all before Ialdaboth arrived, 
gain his favor through the blood of his enemies, and sit at his right hand 
when he took over the whole of the vampire world and began the 
She closed her eyes, quashing the thoughts. That was the way 
shed been trained to think, over two hundred fifty years of initiation, 
training, brainwashing, whatever you wanted to call it. Her brain, her 
body, both wanted to follow the old patterns. Only her heart was prepared 
to change. 
Fighting the echoes of Ialdaboths voice in her head, she slowly 
opened her eyes. 
Ill do whatever I can for you. 
Good. Julian stood. Take some time, then. Collect your 
thoughts. Well meet again at midnight. 
She watched Julian and Lucien leave, still not sure she was right 
to trust them. 
Are you sure youre okay with this? Dr. Greene asked. 
She jumpedshed almost forgotten he was there. Ialdaboth 
would kill me in a heartbeat. Julians offering me a second chance. It 
makes sense. 
Do you think youll be all right? If you need more recovery time, 
say the word and Ill be sure you get it. 
He was so sincere, Lilith thought. No one had ever been concerned 
about her well-being. Of course, he was a doctor, so it was his 
job, but it felt like more than that. More personal. She smiled gently at 
him, and he smiled back, his green eyes warm. 
Thank you, she said. I want to do this, though, and as soon as 
possible. She felt good. Like all her pieces were back where they 
belonged. Ill be fine. 
He shrugged. Do you want me with you, then? Just in case? Or 
for moral support? 
Yes. Yes, that would be nice. 
Jarod wasnt sure what had prompted him to offer to be with 
Lilith during her questioning. Physically he knew she was fine. Emotionally 
she seemed to be holding up remarkably well. In short, she 
didnt need him. 
Why had she agreed, then? For the same reason hed offered? A 

deep-seated gut feeling, an inexplicable impulse? It was hard to say. 
She was nice to talk to, though. He didnt get to spend much time 
simply talking to anyone. Though their conversations had been far from 
normal, at least theyd involved some kind of social interaction. 
That was it. He was lonely. And she was conflicted. A match 
made in heaven. 
Whatever Jarods motives, at midnight he was sitting in Julians 
office while Julian and Lucien interrogated Lilith. 
Perhaps interrogated was too strong a word. That was how 
hed thought of it, but they merely asked a series of questions, and she 
answered them as best she could. 
How many are in the main Enclave? 
Im not sure. Perhaps five hundred. 
Julians question was asked gently, and Liliths answer was soft 
and carefully considered. 
Damn, said Lucien. Where is the largest colony? Scotland or 
New Zealand? 
Those are the same colony. They stay in Scotland in the winter 
and New Zealand for the summer. Or, actually, the winter again. To 
take advantage of the long nights. The largest colony is in Eastern 
Europe. Near the Carpathians. 
Julian snorted. Transylvania. 
In that vicinity, yes. 
Why? Just for the highest possible level of ridiculousness? 
Lilith shook her head. Theres a reason. Ialdaboth says he was 
born there. 
He was, said Lucien. So was I. The Mothers Spine Mountains. 
Theres a sacred cave, or there was. The four of us were born 
theremyself, Ialdaboth, Aanu and Ruha. But I havent heard from 
either Aanu or Ruha in several thousand years. 
Thats too bad, said Julian. Didnt you travel with Aanu for a while? 
We drowned in the Great Flood together. We wrote the Book 
when we came back. 
Jarod, watching Lilith, noticed a slight change in her skin color as 
the shadows under her cheekbones went grayer. Her forehead creased 
in a frown. 
Lilith, are you all right? he asked. 
She shook her head. Im not sure. I remember something . . . 
She looked at Lucien. I think I might know where Aanu is. 

Three 
Just past dawn, Jarod sat in Liliths room, making sure her transition 
to the Sleep went smoothly. There was no reason to worry, he 
supposed. She appeared to have healed, her vampiric systems functioning 
normally. 
At her request, he hadnt prepared the IV. Instead, hed laid in a 
supply of Vivians drinks for her with strict instructions on when to 
drink them. Hed have to stop by at dusk to be sure her system had 
responded properly to the plasma. 
She was fine. She wasnt breathing, her skin was waxy and cool, 
her heart silent. But there was something about heran aura of sorts 
hed learned to sensethat told him she was alive. 
Still he lingered, her revelations of a few hours ago running through 
his head. Eastern Europe. The Carpathian Mountains. An expedition. 
He thought about the day Julian had carried her into this room and 
put her on the bed. Jarod had sat next to her, daubing blood from her 
face, holding her hand, just as he held it now. Hed felt something that 
day hed never felt before, something he wasnt supposed to feel. He 
wasnt supposed to get attached to his patients. 
His thumb made lazy circles on the back of her hand. It was a 
comfortable sensation. Hed grown used to the feel of vampires, the 
differences in body temperature and skin texture. The last time hed 
shaken hands with a human, the skin had felt too hot. Julian felt strange 
to him now, with his near-normal physiology. This hand, though, Liliths 
pale hand with its long fingers and oval nails, felt right. 
Finally he let her go and left the room, pausing in the hallway. 
When he started walking again he went not toward his own room but in 
the other direction, toward the heart of the Underground. 
Julian was in his office, staring at a computer monitor. He sat with 
such absorbed, preternatural silence that it was hard to remember he 
was no longer a vampire in the strictest sense. He didnt move until 
Jarod cleared his throat, at which point he looked up and blinked. 
Dr. Greene, he said. 
Fleetingly, Jarod wondered if Julian even knew his first name. 
Then he realized he wasnt sure what he wanted to tell Julian, or to ask 

him. 
Can I help you? Julian said after a moment. 
Hows Lorelei? 
Julian shrugged. Fine, for the most part. Morning sickness is a 
bitch. 
I can give her something to help with that. She should have come 
to me before. 
I think she has a hard time thinking of you as an obstetrician. 
One of the downfalls of being a vampire doctor, I guess. Again, 
a fleeting thought he barely had time to acknowledgewhy the sarcasm? 
Why the vague bitterness? But he barreled on, not prepared to 
psychoanalyze himself. I think youre going to need a doctor on this 
expedition of yours. 
I dont know who could go. We need you here. 
Not so much right now. I cant do much more with Vivian or 
Nicholas. We found out what we needed to know, but it will be a minimum 
of fifty years, by my estimation, before the experiments produce 
a reliable cure for cancer. 
What about the Children? 
There are issues beyond the physical. Those need to be addressed 
before we do anything else with them. 
But are you close to being able to help them? 
Very close. 
Then what about Lorelei? 
Shed probably be better offand more comfortableif she 
found a more conventional OB/Gyn. Its really not my area of expertise, 
anyway. 
Julian looked at the monitor again, then tapped the Enter key. So 
why do you think well need a doctor in the lovely and amusing state of 
Transylvania? 
That was the question, wasnt it? Jarod wasnt sure he had a 
good answer. Liliths been through a great deal of trauma. Id be 
uncomfortable sending her off on a journey of this magnitude in her 
current condition without an attending physician. 
Julian nodded soberly. She doesnt seem to think thats necessary. 
With all due respect, Im the doctor, not Lilith. 
The corner of Julians mouth twitched. Any other reasons? 
How about Id like to get the hell away from this place for a 
while? How about Id like to be, just once, somewhere that doesnt 

reek of vampires? 
If her suspicions regarding Aanu are correct, theres no way to 
know what condition hell be in when we find him. You may need my 
help. 
Im not going. 
Jarod blinked in surprise. I assumed you were. 
So did I, at first. But I dont want to leave Lorelei alone for that 
amount of time. It makes more sense to send Lucien, while I hold 
down the fort. 
Jarod nodded. So Im talking to the wrong guy? 
Yes, indeed you are. Julian smiled. Ill talk to Lucien. 
All right. Thank you. 
He returned to his room to sleep, and was awakened six hours 
later by a knock on the door. Bleary, he looked at the clock. It was 
almost one p.m. Daylight. He was hungry. The knock sounded again. 
Yeah, whatever! He fumbled his way out of bed and to the 
door. Behind it stood Lucien. 
We leave tonight at sunset. Be ready. 
It occurred to Jarod, belatedly, that it might not be the wisest thing 
to be the only mortal among a group of vampires, particularly right 
after dusk, regardless of what he knew about his personal genetic 
makeup. Julian had assured him that everyone had eaten, one way or 
another, but a couple of them still looked hungry to him. 
It was a small group. Lucien would lead the expedition, with Lilith 
navigating. Another vampire, Sasha, had also joined the group. Apparently 
she spoke fluent Romanian. She looked abominably young. One 
of the Children, he supposed. Hed spent a good amount of time looking 
at their blood but not much thinking of them as actual beings, Changed 
before full maturity. Julians project to restore them to mortality had 
seemed ridiculous when hed proposed it. Now it seemed actually possible. 
Looking at Sashas too-young face and ancient eyes, he hoped 
his hypotheses proved valid. 
Then there was William, the last member of their entourage and 
the least likely, as he really had little to offer the expedition. Julian and 
the accountant had never gotten along, although Jarod wasnt sure 
why. Maybe Julian just wanted William out of the way for a while. 
Julian briefed them on where they were going and why, how they 
would get there and how long it would take. Jarod, who knew most of 
the plan already, paid less attention to Julian and more to Lilith. 

She seemed tired, a little too pale. Shed drunk the plasma drinks 
as hed instructed, but he wondered if she needed more. Hed have to 
catch her on the way to the airport, see if there was anything he could 
do to help. 
When Julian finished speaking, she headed for the door, behind 
Lucien. Jarod started to follow, but Julian caught his shoulder. 
A minute? Julian said. 
Of course. He turned to face the not-quite-vampire and suddenly 
noticed the tension around his mouth, the gray hue behind surprisingly 
human skin. Whats wrong? 
My head, he said. I need something for the pain. 
The pain must be beyond human comprehension for Julian to ask 
for painkillers. Do you know what caused it? 
I had to access the Seniors memories to set up this trip. I had to 
sustain the connection for several hours. It always gives me a headache. 
This time is worse than usual. 
Jarod took a moment to process what Julian just said. You have 
access to the Seniors memories? 
Yes. Apparently I absorbed them with his blood when I killed 
him. He squinted, as if against the light, and Jarod could see a vein 
bulging in his temple. 
Does William know this? 
Julian shook his head, his lips thinning. No. 
He should. He thinks you hate him. Hell, everybody thinks you 
hate him. 
Youre right. But Im not ready to deal with that yet. 
Jarod begged to differ. Julian should have addressed the issue a 
long time ago. William certainly had a right to know that Julian carried 
the Seniors memories of their century-long relationship. But now wasnt 
the time to discuss it. 
Theres a variety of painkillers in my drug cabinets, he said. 
Theyre all clearly marked. Id guess youll need some of the really 
heavy-duty stuff to even make a dent. But be careful with ityoure 
not a vampire anymore. 
Julian nodded. Thank you. 
And get topside for Lorelei. Find as many different kinds of ginger 
as you can. Tea, crystallized, raw, fresh, ginger candy. One of 
those should help her. 
Ill do that. 
All right. I suppose I should get going. 

They wont leave without you. 
He met up with the rest of the group in the hallway, and they went 
on together. He fell in next to William, but within a matter of a few 
steps, realized Lilith was pacing him. 
Is Julian all right? she mumbled. He looked ill. 
Hes fine, Jarod answered, then realized shed asked out of 
more than polite curiosity. There was fear in her eyes. Nothing serious. 
She studied his face a moment, as if looking for a lie. Good. 
They left the Underground in a seedy part of townall the exits 
were in bad parts of townto find a stretch limo waiting. The human 
driver ushered them into it and took their bags. Lilith eyed him closely, 
and he gave her an uncomfortable smile. 
Hes not on the menu, Jarod told her. 
Neither are you, mores the pity. She raked him from head to 
foot, then flashed a predatory grin as she got into the limo. 
Her look caught him off guard. 
Doesnt it make you nervous? she asked as they settled into the 
seat. Having all these vampires around? 
Sometimes, he admitted. 
Sasha cocked a brow at him. It shouldnt. Your blood reeks. 
Jarod nodded. Ive been told that. 
Lilith seemed surprised at the comment. Doesnt smell too far 
off to me. 
I wouldnt try it if I were you, Sasha cautioned. 
Jarod watched the exchange with interest, especially when Lilith 
turned her attention to him, sizing him up like a box of chocolates. 
Why? she said. Would it piss somebody off? 
Yeah. And it might kill you, too. 
Lilith frowned at Jarod. Is this true? 
Jarod shrugged, amused at her reaction. Maybe. I havent quite 
figured out the chemical reactions yet. I did find a genetic marker, 
common to the vampires here, that exists in my blood. 
Youre serious? 
Im a doctor. Im always serious. 
She bent toward him, her nose almost touching his throat. She 
sniffed delicately, then touched her tongue to his skin, right on top of his 
pulse. 
He wondered fleetingly if she was going to bite him right there in 
front of the rest of the group. They had become the center of everyones 

attention. Strangely, though, he wasnt embarrassed. Nor was he particularly 
frightened. Instead, he was quickly becoming aroused. 
Her tongue trembled there, right against his pulse. It occurred to 
him that, in all his ten years in the Underground, hed never been aroused 
by a vampire. Maybe because none of them liked the smell of his 
blood. He wondered what her mouth would taste like if he just turned 
his head and kissed her. His mind conjured a picture of stroking her 
tongue with his 
Either eat him or eat him, if you get my meaning, Lucien said 
laconically. 
Delicately, Lilith moved away, and Jarod shifted in his seat, hoping 
no one looked too closely at the changed contours of his lap. 
Lucien went on. If you eat him, Julian wont be pleased. The 
doctor has several projects at home that I know Julians counting on. 
Liliths gaze was still on him. And if I eat him? 
None of us really wants to see that. He tapped the glass behind 
him and gestured to the driver. 
I do, said Sasha. 
Jarod gave her a dark look. He almost told her that was no way 
for a teenager to talk before he remembered she wasnt a teenager. 
There was no telling how old she really was. 
The limo slowed and turned. Look sharp, Lucien said. Were 
almost at the airport. 
They debarked near a runway on the outer edges of JFK Airport. 
Jarod could see the lights of the airport proper some distance away. A 
hundred or so feet from the car sat the huge, bulk of an SST. 
Since when do vampires own supersonic jets? he said to Lucien, 
the question mostly rhetorical. Besides, I thought they retired the 
Concorde. 
Retired but not destroyed, Lucien answered. We dont own it, 
but when you have to get to Eastern Europe before sunrise, you make 
things happen. 
No wonder Julian had a headache. 
A man approached them across the tarmac, pointing a flashlight 
in their general direction. Are you Lucien? 
Lucien stepped forward. I am. 
Im Buck. The man put out a hand for Lucien to shake. Im 
the pilot. He looked warily at the vampires face. This is everybody? 
This is it. 

Sasha leaned toward Jarod. His blood smells quite tasty. 
Jarod turned to see her lecherous smile. So did Lucien. Jarod 
gave her a tolerant smile, but Lucien looked grim. 
No one touches the human helpers. His voice was cold and 
brittle. Anyone who does, answers to me. And Ill ask for your life. 
Sasha looked chagrined. Jeez, it was just a joke. 
Not a funny one. 
She was stuck at sixteen, and it showed, Jarod thought. He wondered 
what she would say if he offered her the possibility of returning 
to mortality. 
Buck looked decidedly uncomfortable. He shook his head. Damn. 
Ill never get used to you people. 
He led them toward portable stairs that had been pushed against 
the plane. Lucien followed directly behind him, his imposing presence 
enough to keep the rest of them in line. Even Jarod felt as if hed done 
something wrong, and he had no desire whatsoever to exsanguinate 
the pilot. 
The plane was big, a full-sized Concorde. Jarod headed for the 
middle rows, choosing a seat near the wing. There was certainly plenty 
of room. They could sit far enough away from each other that theyd 
barely be within shouting distance. Which was fine with him. A little 
isolation sounded good right now. 
Seconds later, Lilith plopped down in the seat next to him.
Do you mind? she asked.
That depends. Are you going to lick me again?
She grinned. Youd like that, wouldnt you?
Not so much. He looked out the window at the distant lights
and the empty, black tarmac. Look, I was planning to grab some sleep. 
Youre kidding, right? With all these vampires around? 
Lucien wont be sleeping. Hell keep an eye out for me. Besides, 
you heard what Sasha said. They dont like they way I smell. 
I didnt get that. Why? 
Because, somehow or another, all the vampires here are related 
to Lucien, and so am I. 
Her eyebrows rose. How could you be related to Lucien? 
The four First Demons had biological children as well as Blood 
Children. Their blood carries specific genetic markers. Luciens and 
Ialdaboths are far more common than the other two. Particularly Aanu, 
as hes been missing 
So Im not part of the family? she broke in, afraid he might go 

on in the same didactic way all nighthe seemed the type who could. 
That would be my guess. Youre more likely related to Ialdaboth, 
or the fourth First Demon. His name was Ruha, but I dont know if he 
still uses it. 
Lilith looked distant. Of course he does. Those two liked the 
demon names. 
As did you, apparently. 
She blinked coolly. Lilith wasnt always a demon. Neither was 
I. 
You were never a demon, he said gently. Not like Ialdaboth. 
Her face relaxed, and she smiled a little. You can say that because 
you didnt know me before. 
He shrugged, not sure how to answer. 
You just sleep, she said. Ill make sure nobody bothers you. 
Not even you? 
Not even me. 
Lilith peered past the sleeping Dr. Greene to look at the sweep of 
night sky, the wing of the plane silhouetted against it. Then she looked 
down the aisle, where she could see Luciens hand dangling off the 
edge of the armrest. 
All the passengers had settled into silence. The pilot, of course, 
was all locked up in the cockpit. Literally. Anti-terrorist measures worked 
equally well against vampires. 
She looked again at the doctor, still surprised he could sleep so 
easily. But he was righthis blood smelled strange. She hadnt noticed 
it at first. But his skin had tasted odd, and now she could sense the 
vague, tangy odor. She wouldnt want to risk taking a whole meal from 
him. The effects might very well be deadlyeven before Lucien or 
Julian killed her for doing it. 
Still, in spite of the smell and the danger, his blood called her. Not 
so strongly she couldnt ignore it, but constantly. She wondered why. 
She hadnt felt it in the Underground. Maybe because shed been hooked 
up to the IV, receiving whole blood. The plasma drinks werent as 
satisfying. 
She was experiencing another new reaction to the doctor, too. He 
aroused her. Just looking at him lying there, sleeping with his glasses 
still on, she felt her body responding. She hadnt responded sexually to 
a human in a very long time. Usually she only wanted their blood. 
That urge was harder to resist. Shifting in the seat, she leaned 

toward him, sniffing the spot under his ear, above his pulse, near where 
shed licked him before. It was her favorite place to smell on any 
potential sex partner. Even vampire males carried a certain, vaguely 
different odor there that she enjoyed. 
The doctors was particularly nice. Almost sweet, but a masculine 
sweetness. She touched the spot with her lips. Then, not entirely 
sure why she did it, she lowered her mouth to his and kissed him. 
She knew the moment he woke because his lips opened under 
hers and one hand rose to cup the back of her neck. He pressed her 
close, his tongue pushing against hers, his body hardening under her. 
She answered his sudden passion, enjoying the heat of his mouth, the 
small pulses there, the taste of him. 
Finally, she drew away. Dr. Greene, she said, whats your first 
name? 
Jarod, he answered. Why are you kissing me? 
Im not at the moment. She looked down at his lap, just to see 
what had transpired there. He definitely had responded positively to 
her advances. She reached to trace the line of his arousal, but he grabbed 
her hand. 
No, he said. Not here. 
Why not? Havent you always wanted to join the Mile High 
Club? 
Not really. He pushed her back a little, studying her face. Why 
is this happening? 
I dont know. 
Probably a doctor-patient, father-figure rescuer, transference 
thing. 
I take it youre not a psychologist? 
No, nor do I play one on TV. But my point is that we need to be 
careful. I dont want to hurt you, and I dont want you to hurt me, 
either, particularly since you have sharp, pointy teeth. 
No quick flings in your world? 
Occasionally. But Im not sure Im up for that. Not with you. 
Im hurt. 
No, youre not. 
Youre right. Im not. She smiled and traced her finger down 
his nose. So shall we see what happens? If our . . . mutual attraction . . . 
wears off in a few days, well just pretend it never happened. And if it 
doesnt . . . 
If it doesnt, then well talk. Or something. 

I vote for the something. Disappointed, but not angry, she sat 
up. When do we land? 
He looked at his watch. About an hour. 
The SST landed in Paris, where they boarded a private jet. The 
jet was sun-tight, all the windows welded shut and painted black. 
From the Italian enclave, Lucien told Jarod as they took their 
seats near the front of the plane. They use it to shuttle to other parts 
of Europe from time to time. 
Do they have any information on Ialdaboths enclave? Jarod 
asked. 
Enough to know they dont want to get involved at this stage. 
His expression gave Jarod no clue as to how he felt about that. 
Taking a seat next to him, Lilith said, Smart decision. Theyre too 
close geographically. 
Lucien half-turned in his seat across the aisle from them to look at 
her. What do you know about the Italian enclave? he asked. 
She looked away. Only how many of them weve killed over the 
past three hundred years or so. 
Lucien nodded. Jarod looked at his watch. At this time of year, at 
this latitude, they should reach Bucharest before sunrise, with a comfortable 
margin. He looked at Lilith, who was rubbing her forehead. 
Are you all right? 
Headache, she said. 
He put an arm over her shoulders, and she looked at him in surprise. 
He gave her a half smile. Watching her rub her forehead, he 
wondered what she looked like naked. Somehow, even though he was 
her doctor, hed managed not to discover the answer to that question. 
In Bucharest, the human pilot of the jet escorted them to a house 
near the airport. Lilith, still fighting a headache, watched as the pilot 
spoke in Italian to Lucien, who nodded and passed him a handful of 
Euros. 
We stay here, said Lucien. Its sun-tight and shielded from the 
locals. 
Human or vampire locals? Sasha asked. 
Both, said Lucien. 
Jarod laughed. A vampire safe house. 
Something like that. 
Lilith hoped it was true. It was unavoidable, of course, that they 

would end up far too close to enemy territory, but now that they were 
actually here the idea made her nervous. 
Will they be able to sense you? Jarod asked her. 
I dont know. She winced at the sound of her own voice. 
Jarod, ever the doctor, looked concerned. Headache still? 
More than that. 
Tell me. 
Later. 
That Ialdaboth might sense her had occurred to her, of course, 
and she wondered about the wisdom of their mission. She should have 
drawn maps for Lucien and Julian and stayed in New York, where she 
felt at least partially safe. Here she was too close to old memories, old 
ways of thinking. She could almost hear Ialdaboth breathing behind 
her. She couldnt exactly sense him, but she couldnt swear that he 
couldnt sense her. If he could, they might be dead by morning. 
He doesnt know were here, Lucien announced abruptly, and 
Lilith realized hed addressed her. 
Stay out of my head, she snapped, without thinking, then flinched, 
anticipating punishment. 
But Lucien only smiled. Im not in your head. Youre projecting. 
You might want to stop. 
How can he not know were here? she countered. 
I know things he doesnt. Youd never get him to admit it, but 
there are things to be learned on the path I chose. If you remain a 
demon, you close yourself off to a great deal. 
He would say the same about your path. That you closed yourself 
off. 
Lucien nodded. He would be right. But right now, what I know 
trumps what he knows. 
The others, Lilith noted, had followed the conversation with interest, 
and William voiced the question she guessed was on everyones 
mind. So were safe here? 
Until nightfall tomorrow, said Lucien. Lilith, William and Sasha, 
you need to pick out sleeping quarters. Dr. Greene, I saw you sleeping 
on the first leg of the flight. Are you up to keeping me company? 
The doctor nodded. Lilith looked at him, and he smiled encouragement. 
Reluctantly, she followed the other two vampires up the stairs, 
to the second story bedrooms. 
There were four rooms, and so no arguments. She sat on the bed 
in her room and put her head in her hands. 

Daylight approached. She still had some time, but not much. And 
inside her head it seemed a thousand voices battled for her attention. 
All voices from her past, all demanding her soul. It belonged to them. 
She had stolen it. Blasphemed, by joining her fate with that of those 
who had denied their fate, who refused to accept their demonic nature. 
The Damned Ones. The Children of the Lie. 
The voices screamed and whispered, cajoled and demanded. She 
pressed her fists against her temples and screamed. 

Four 
So, was this house supplied by the Italian convocation, too, or 
Jarod broke off as the scream shredded the air. Lilith, he thought, 
freezing for a shocked split-second before tearing up the stairs, with 
Lucien on his heels. 
But when he shoved open Liliths door, Lucien was already there, 
sitting next to her on the bed, holding her wrists as she struggled against 
him, clawing the air, clawing toward her face, her eyes. 
Jarod stood transfixed, staring. Liliths screams hadnt stopped, 
but tore at him as if her hands and her long nails were slicing into his 
belly. Behind him, vaguely, he heard William and Sasha come in to 
stand and stare with him. 
Lucien was getting nowhere. Lilith fought him with every breath, 
howling and spitting into his face. Jarod knew, as surely as he knew his 
own blood type, that their mission was teetering on the edge of disaster. 
A moment later, with equal certainty, he knew what to do about it. 
He crossed the room fast and pressed his wrist hard against Liliths 
mouth. 
She bit down, hard, and he went almost to his knees with the pain. 
Lucien grabbed him, propping him up. I hope you know what youre 
doing. 
Me, too Ah, shit He clutched Luciens shirt with his free 
hand, twisting the cloth in his fist until, abruptly, the pain disappeared. 
Liliths mouth clutched at him, suckling, and he could feel the blood 
draining out of him, as if she were pulling it out of his heart. 
If she takes too much, youre a dead man, Lucien muttered in 
his ear. 
Suddenly, Lilith let him go, falling back against the pillows, a thread 
of blood tracing its way down her cheek. Lucien grasped Jarods wrist 
just below the wound, squeezing hard, but the flow had already become 
sluggish. Within moments, it stopped, congealing around the twin 
wounds. 
Jarod wrenched free from Luciens grasp and turned his attention 
to Lilith. She was still breathing too fast, and when he peeled back an 

eyelid he saw black, dilated pupils. She slapped at his hand. 
Stop it. 
Are you all right? he asked, reaching for her other eye. 
She looked at him, obligingly showing him the other dilated pupil. 
Both were gradually contracting to a more normal size. No. But Im 
better. The voices have stopped. Her gaze shifted to his bloodied 
wrist. How did you know? 
Im a hematologist, he said. 
Thats a stupid answer. 
Its the best one Ive got. 
She shifted on the blankets, slowly, as if her body were too heavy 
to move. Im so tired. 
He bent close to her. Just go. His lips brushed her cheek. Rest. 
Well see you at dusk. 
With that, nearly an hour too soon, she shifted into silence, her 
breath gone, her face still. With his thumb, he wiped blood from her 
mouth, then straightened. 
For a moment, hed forgotten he wasnt alone with her. But when 
he turned, it was to face Luciens far too serious expression, and behind 
him Williams surprise and Sashas smirk. Jarods face went hot. 
Lucien assessed him, then turned to the others. 
Get out of here, he said. They obeyed, heading toward their 
own rooms. So what the hell was all that about? he went on when 
the others were gone. 
Shes been acting weird ever since we got here, he replied. I 
think shes too close. They have some kind of hold on her. 
And the blood? 
Not just any blood. Human blood from your biological line. And I 
doubt its a permanent solution. 
Lucien waved him toward the door. That would suck for you. 
No pun intended. 
A half-hour later Jarod sat stretched out on the couch, sipping 
milk. Whoever had supplied the safe house had known they would 
need human food. Hed found bread and a package of pastrami, and 
hed polished off two sandwiches. His body was starving for protein. 
Lucien had watched in silence, apparently not in need of nourishment 
himself. At first Jarod had found being stared at disconcerting, 
then realized Lucien wasnt really paying any attention to him. Half the 
time, he sat with his eyes closed and his head cocked to one side, as if 

listening. The rest of the time he stared absently into space, and Jarod 
came to realize that the eyes that occasionally seemed to point in his 
general direction werent actually focusing on him. Once he made a 
face at him, just to see what would happen. Lucien gave no indication 
hed noticed. 
Yet as soon as he set down the empty glass, Lucien said, Do you 
think shell need blood again in the morning? 
It wouldnt surprise me. 
So how does it help? 
My bloods related to yours, somehow, on a genetic level. 
Lucien nodded reflectively. Natural reproduction. 
That would be my guess. Since Lucien and the other First Demons 
were fertile, they could have left any number of descendants 
scattered throughout the world. The blood ties wouldnt be as strong as 
those between blood-made vampires, and the offspring werent immortal, 
or even vampires in any sense, but the echoes were still there, 
even after twelve thousand years of dilution. 
Something like the way Loreleis genetic marker came to be. 
Yes, but that was some kind of cross-breeding between your 
blood and either Ialdaboth or Ruha He broke off, realizing he was 
boring himself. Its not important, though. Whats important is that we 
figure out what to do about Lilith. 
I think were going to have to get her out of here. 
But you need her. 
I dont know that Ill need her once we find this cave. And I 
might be as likely to find it as she is. Lucien shook his head. Im not 
sure what to do, frankly. 
This admission surprised Jarod. Hed though Lucien had a well-
laid plan, with all contingencies considered. Then he realized the protovampire 
was looking directly at him, eyebrows raised in expectation. 
Jarod blinked. He was supposed to come up with a plan? 
Not necessarily a plan, said Lucien. Just some advice would 
be good. 
Dont do that, Jarod muttered. 
Im sorry. I thought you said it out loud. 
No, I didnt. He scrubbed his forehead with both hands. The 
information she can supply is vital. But her links to Ialdaboth and the 
others may endanger our mission. My bloodsomehowreduces that 
danger by muting the bonds. But I can only spare so much blood. 
Are you prepared to die for the cause? 

Not really. Besides, if she bleeds me dry, what do you do the 
next time she goes loopy? 
Lucien nodded. And we have no lab facilities here to see if theres 
another way to neutralize whatevers in her blood that ties her to 
Ialdaboth. 
His blood is whats in her blood. Id guess shes a first- or sec-
ond-generation blood-child of his. 
Jarod saw Luciens eyes go distant again, looking straight through 
him to a point on the back wall. He resisted the urge to turn around to 
see if he could figure out what Lucien was looking at. 
We need to keep her here as long as we can, Lucien finally 
said. Im not sure where to find the cave, but I think between the two 
of us we could suss it out. Plus we might need her, if we run into a 
situation where we need to get by Ialdaboths guards, or pass through 
some part of his convocations sanctuaries. 
Jarod shrugged, looking at the bite marks on his wrist. Some bruising 
had spread around them, but the edges were white and clean. Ill give 
her what I can. 
Lilith dreamed. Deep in the daytime Sleep, she saw Ialdaboths 
face. 
What makes you think you can leave us so easily? What makes 
you think our control over you is gone simply because you ran 
away? 
She was helpless to avoid the echoes of his voice, but somehow 
she knew he was bluffing, or at least half-bluffing. He couldnt reach 
her, not quite, not with Lucien close by and Jarods blood in her veins. 
Remember what you were. Remember what I made you. 
She didnt want to remember, but she did, anyway, in a sudden 
flash, a condensed version of her hundred years of initiation, the murders, 
killings of humans and vampires, senseless and retributive. 
If they knew. If they only knew exactly what you are 
The voice, perhaps, was Ialdaboths. But it might also have been 
her own. 
In spite of his nap on the plane, Jarod drifted off before noon. It 
was a spotty sleep, though, leaving him aware of Luciens movement 
around the room. Lucien didnt sleep, apparently, but he spent a ridiculous 
amount of time walking in circles. 
Just past noon, Jarod bolted awake. His mouth tasted like metal, 

and some vague dream-shadow twinged at the back of his memory. 
Whatever it was, it had been nasty. He rarely remembered his dreams, 
and in this case he was glad. 
When he rolled off the couch, Lucien was nowhere in the room, 
so he headed into the kitchen to look for more pastrami. He was abominably 
hungry. He wondered if the food and the sleep had been enough 
to replenish his blood in case Lilith needed it this evening. He needed 
more meat, some green leafies. Iron, folic acid, B12. Drugs for anemia. 
Anything. Otherwise she might just kill him, which would not be a 
good thing. 
Footsteps on the stairs announced Luciens return. Drinking directly 
from the jug of milk, Jarod met him at the kitchen door. 
Somethings up with Lilith, Lucien volunteered, but I dont know 
what. 
Alarmed, Jarod lowered the milk jug. Is she all right? 
Shes fine. Shes dreaming. 
Thats unusual, isnt it? 
Unusual but not unheard of. I was afraid someone might be tracking 
her, but the links dont seem that strong. 
Not for the first time, Jarod wondered how Lucien could come to 
such conclusionsexactly what abilities he had that made it possible 
for him to evaluate a sleeping vampires dreams. Or read a human 
hematologists mind, for that matter. 
Lucien was looking through him again, his attention apparently 
focused on the opposite wall. Were going tonight, he said. His focus 
returned to Jarod. I wanted to give it a couple of nights, to scope 
things out, but this is just too dangerous. I dont want them tracking 
Lilith, and I dont want Lilith bleeding you to death. We need you. So 
we go tonight. 
Jarod nodded and finished off the gallon of milk. Can I get out of 
here for a while before sundown? I need more food. 
Late in the afternoon, fortified by a large meal acquired in the 
village, he slipped silently into the safe house. Lucien was downstairs 
on the couch, flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. He didnt seem to 
be aware of Jarods presence. Somehow, though, Jarod knew that if 
hed been one of Ialdaboths crew, or anyone else who posed a danger 
to the occupants of the small house, Lucien would have been up in a 
flash, killing people. 
Unsure whether noise could disturb Luciens meditation or trance 

or whatever it was, Jarod tiptoed past him and slipped up the stairs to 
Liliths bedroom. 
She lay stretched out on her back, exactly as hed left her at 
sunrise. He touched her face. The texture and temperature of her skin 
felt normal. Something trembled in the room, though one of those 
odd sensations he occasionally picked up in the presence of vampires. 
It reminded him strangely of the dreams hed had earlier in the day. 
He sat in a chair next to her bed, absently rubbing his wrist. It had 
ached dully off and on throughout the day. The thought of her teeth 
piercing him there again left him with an odd mixture of arousal and 
revulsion. The wound hurt enough that he didnt want to think about its 
being opened again, but his body anticipated the intimacy of the process. 
Whatever you do, dont let them bleed you, his great-grandfa-
ther had told him a few years before hed died, passing the mantle of 
vampire doctor to his great-grandson. You never want to get that 
close to them. 
Too late. Even before Liliths arrival, Jared admitted, hed found 
he was becoming more attached to the new inhabitants of the Underground 
than hed ever been before Julian had arrived. He and the 
Senior had gotten along well enough, but the Senior had been merely a 
vampire, plodding along, holding his small enclave together and trying 
in various ways to live a mostly moral life. The whole system had been 
imperfect, and to Jarod it had seemed stagnant, as if it were a clock 
wound centuries before, now slowly running down. 
But Julian had wound the clock spring tight, bringing fresh possibilities 
and hope to the New York enclave. To every vampire on earth, 
in fact, if they were willing to accept what Julian had to offer. The 
possibility of returning to mortality or of entering a different, non-de-
structive form of immortality. Even of bringing others that same gift. It 
was all there, Jarod thought, or at least the seeds of it, in his laboratory. 
There was no guessing what the next few years of experimentation 
might uncover. 
Great-grandpa Greene could never have imagined what his great-
grandson would fall into by carrying on the family legacy. Jarods mouth 
twisted in a wry smile. Hed certainly had no inkling when he took 
over. He still wasnt sure he had a clear picture of what the next several 
months were likely to bring. 
On the bed, Lilith stirred. Jarod straightened in the chair, watching 
her face. If she woke needing him, he wanted to be ready. He only 

hoped Lucien was paying enough attention, in case she needed too 
much blood and he needed Luciens help controlling her. 
She moved restlessly for a few minutes, her eyes moving under 
her lids as if she were in dream sleep. In the back of her throat, her 
voice made small sounds of distress. Then, abruptly, she opened her 
eyes and stared at him. 
Her expression remained blank for several minutes. Disconcerted, 
Jarod nevertheless stayed still within her blinkless stare. Finally she 
moved her head, barely, and closed her eyes. When she opened them 
again she was obviously awake and aware. 
What are you doing here? she said, sitting up. 
He held out a bottle of plasma drink. Breakfast? 
She smiled wanly and took the bottle. I hate this stuff. 
Everybody says that. 
You could at least make it blood-flavored. She screwed off the 
lid and sipped at it, making a delicate face. 
I tried that. It seemed to trigger hunger in the vampires who tried 
it, so instead of satisfying them, it sent them out onto the streets in a 
rampage. 
She took a deeper drink. That could be a problem. 
Yes. 
Silence fell as she finished the bottle, drinking slowly at first, then 
chugging the last half. When it was empty, she set it on the nightstand 
and reached toward him, wiggling her fingers. More. 
He handed her another bottle, which she chugged, then a third. 
When that one was gone she wiped her mouth with the back of her 
hand. It tastes better after the first one. 
Nodding, he took the empty bottle from her and set it next to the 
others. How do you feel? 
All right. 
You dont feel . . . him? 
Not so much at the moment. She pushed a hand through her 
hair, straightening the long, platinum tresses. I had bad dreams, though. 
I know. 
She gave him a puzzled frown, then nodded. Lucien. 
Yes, but I think I might have overheard some of them, too. While 
I was asleep. 
Thats bizarre. 
Yes, it is. 
Do you think the blood bonded us? 

He shrugged. Probably. He rose from the chair and sat next to 
her on the bed, touching her face, turning it so he could look into her 
eyes. Her pupils looked a little too wide, but maybe that was his imagination. 
Lucien wants to go to the cave tonight. Do you feel up to it? 
I dont know. The closer we get She broke off and looked 
away. A shadow of pain passed over her face. 
He clenched his teeth against a stab of pain through his wrist. 
Well deal with that when the time comes. 
I dont want to hurt you. 
Well figure out something. He stood, holding a hand out to her. 
Come on. Lets go see what Luciens up to. 
She smiled and took his hand, sliding off the bed. Hes probably 
in some kind of a telepathic trance, arranging transportation. 
It wouldnt surprise me. 
Lucien was arranging transportation, but apparently the telepathic 
trance option was out for the evening, because he was talking on a cell 
phone. 
A helicopter would be best. Yes, not too far from Bacu. As 
soon as possible. He caught sight of Jarod and Lilith and waved them 
forward. 
Jarod heard footsteps on the stairs behind himWilliam and Sasha 
had joined them. 
Perfect, said Lucien. Well be there in an hour. 

Five 
The helicopter touched down on a mostly level spot on a mountainside 
in the Carpathians, not far from the city of Bacu. By the time it 
settled its landing skids against the rock, Liliths head felt as if it were 
going to explode. Fighting the pain, she let Jarod help her out of the 
helicopter, then concentrated on her surroundings, trying to orient herself. 
Were in the right vicinity, correct? Lucien asked her. He tossed 
a couple of blankets over his shoulder. Theyd brought them on the 
assumption Aanu would be infirm or need help. 
She nodded. It should be down the mountain and just a bit to the 
south. 
Thats about what I was guessing. He gestured to Sasha, who 
spoke to the helicopter pilot in Romanian. The man nodded. Lucien 
pulled a handful of bills out of his pocket and gave them to the pilot. 
That should keep him here until daybreak, he muttered to the others. 
Lets go. 
They proceeded single file down the mountain, Lucien and Lilith 
trading the lead position. He seemed to know where they were going 
as well as she did, making her wonder why shed had to come at all. 
But, after about forty-five minutes, Lucien stopped. 
Ive lost it. You take over. 
Lilith drew a long breath. Lets rest a minute. She put her hands 
on her knees and lowered her head, drawing in the cold air. It made her 
whole body hurt. 
Are you all right? Jarod, of course. He bent next to her, trying 
to see her face. 
Not really. 
What is it? 
Headache. 
He seemed on the verge of speaking, but stopped. Smiling wryly, 
she said, Yeah, blood would probably help, but Im not quite that desperate 
yet. 
Were awfully close to them here, Lucien put in. I dont think 
we should wait until youre that desperate. 

Lilith looked up, into Jarods eyes as he crouched next to her. Past 
the glint of his glasses lenses, she saw calm. He held up an armnot 
the one shed bitten yesterday. Take it if you need it. 
How could he be so accepting? It angered her. He didnt understand 
what she had beenwhat she still was. She didnt deserve his 
trust, or his blood. 
But if she wanted to avoid causing all their deaths, she would 
have to accept the blood. While the others waited, she took his wrist 
and drank. 
She had more control over it this time, and was able to stop after 
less than a minute. Withdrawing her teeth, she licked the wounds gently 
to seal them. She couldnt look at Jarod as she did it, or at anyone 
else, for that matter. The touch of her tongue against his skin made her 
prickle with desire, and suddenly she felt as though she were having 
sex with him in front of an audience. She gave him one last, utilitarian 
lick and let him go without looking at him. 
The wash of his blood into her system had cooled her headache 
almost immediately. She wished she knew how close Ialdaboth and the 
others actually were. Certainly there would be guards by the cave. 
Would they be able to sense her approach? 
She exchanged a look with Lucien. The big demon just nodded. 
Wondering how much of her thought process hed overheard, she took 
the lead, winding her way along the path, down the mountain, toward 
the cave she knew lay below. 
Two hours later, they lay together, all four of them, on the ledge 
above the cave. A lone vampire stood guard, a young-looking man with 
dark hair, a high forehead and broody eyebrows. He didnt look very 
focused on his task. Undoubtedly, Ialdaboths convocation didnt expect 
to see intruders. 
This is it, said Lucien. 
Yes, said Lilith, then realized he wasnt asking her. There was a 
strange light in his eyes, joyous but fierce. 
It all started herewhere I was born. 
You remember that? she asked. 
Hell, I cant remember yesterday. He shifted, leaning farther 
out over the ledge. But I remember these mountains. And I have a 
mental picture of what I think must have been the birthing caves. Were 
going to have to go in the front way. I can shift through the walls once 
Im inside, but I dont want to risk it from up here. Theres too much 

rock under us. 
Lilith nodded. Shed seen Ialdaboth shift directly into the cave 
from about this point on the hill, but hed known exactly where he was 
going. Good choice, she said. 
Im glad you approve. She winced at the sarcasm in his tone, 
but he smiled to soften it. Lilith, you and William head back up to the 
chopper. Sasha, you distract the guard while Jarod and I go in. 
Lilith gaped. What? Youre kicking me out? 
Her hiss came out a bit too loud, and below them the guard suddenly 
stilled. All four observers frozeuntil he relaxed again. 
When Lucien spoke again, his voice was barely audible. I cant 
risk your getting any closer. We can take it from here. You go back. No 
more chances. 
She looked at William, who shrugged apologetically. 
Fine, she finally said. 
William turned, retracing their path up the mountain. Lilith reluctantly 
followed. 
You ready? Lucien said. 
Jarod drew a deep, steadying breath. Ready as Ill ever be. 
At Luciens signal, Sasha crept down the incline to their left until 
she disappeared into the darkness. A few minutes later she reappeared, 
slipping up behind the guard. 
Jarod couldnt hear what she said, but he doubted it mattered. 
She had pulled down the neckline of her already barely-there top, exposing 
her shoulders and the tops of her ample breasts. The guard, 
being male, found this quite intriguing. 
Not exactly what I had in mind, Lucien muttered. 
Jarod stifled a laugh. From his vantage point above them, he could 
see even more of Sasha than he suspected the guard could, standing in 
front of her. 
She draped an arm over the guards shoulders, practically putting 
her breast into his face. She gave him a sultry smile, then cracked him 
over the head with a rock. 
Absolutely not what I had in mind, said Lucien. Lets go. 
He put an arm around Jarod, and a moment later they were both 
standing in front of the cave opening. 
Jarod knelt next to the guards prone body. Hes alive. 
Of course he is. Sasha seemed offended. I had no intention of 
killing him. Look how pretty he is. 
Hes a bad guy, Lucien said. We dont care if hes pretty. 

I do. Can we take him home? 
Ill think about it. Cmon, Dr. Greene. Lucien headed into the 
mountain. 
Jarod flipped on his flashlight and followed. He barely kept pace 
as Lucien picked up speed through the main corridor. Obviously Lucien 
had picked up a scent or, maybe, tapped into one of his elusive 
memories. They followed the corridor down twists and turns and a 
series of switchbacks, until it hit a dead end. 
Lucien put his hands against the rock wall and closed his eyes. 
This is it. 
Then lets get it over with and get the hell out of here. Jarod felt 
cold but not on his skin. He was used to the presence and smell of 
vampires, but this was different. The age of the place seemed to press 
down on him, and he suddenly wondered how long people had been 
using these caves. Since well before Luciens birth, he imagined, and 
that had been twelve thousand years ago. It wasnt the millennia of 
occupation he was feeling, though. Blackness lurked around the edges 
of the place, like shadows left by evil. 
Are you ready? Lucien said. 
I guess. 
Then lets go. 
He felt Luciens hand on his elbow again, and in the next instant, 
theyd blinked to the other side of the wall. He had less than a second 
to register details hit by the beam of his flashlighta small cave, bright 
paintings on the walls, a stone table lurking altar-like in the middle of 
the room . . . a pile of bones lying on it. 
And that was as far as he got before he went to his knees, gasping 
with the realization that there was no air whatsoever in the room. 
He groped toward Lucien, managing to grab his sleeve as he went 
down. 
Shit, said Lucien, somehow, and they blipped out. 
Back in the corridor, Jarod put his face in his hands and breathed. 
What the hell 
That was Aanu. Luciens voice was thin. 
Jarod sat up, his breathing still labored. The bones? Then were 
too late. 
No. We have to get him out. 
Lucien, hes a pile of bones. 
Doesnt matter. 
Apparently the lack of air had gone to Luciens head. Jarod fought 

for patience. Hes dead, Lucien. Were too late. He pushed himself 
to his feet. We should go before we get caught. 
Lucien was looking at the wall. Stay here. Ill be right back. 
Lucien, no 
The Demon cut him off with a glare from cool, ancient blue eyes. 
His patience rapidly evaporating, Jarod repeated firmly, Hes 
dead. 
Remind me to tell you sometime about the Great Flood. Or the 
volcano, Lucien said. Ive been dead, too. Couple of times. He 
touched the wall and disappeared. 
Jarod sagged against the wall and rubbed his forehead. The few 
seconds of oxygen deprivation had given him a headache. Or maybe 
listening to Lucien had done it. Whatever the case, hed reached his 
limit. He needed a break. 
Lucien reappeared, carrying the blankets, folded and bunched into 
a makeshift bag. Judging by the bulges, Jarod assumed the bones were 
inside. 
Lets go, Lucien said. 
Outside the cave, Sasha had trussed up the guard with ropes from 
her backpack and was kneeling next to him, her fingers on his forehead. 
Were going, Lucien told her. 
Were bringing him, Sasha said. 
Dont give me any shit, girl. I said were going. 
Jarod had never seen Lucien so agitated. 
Sasha just glared back at him. Theyll kill him if we leave him 
here. 
Why should I care about that? Hes one of them. 
So was Lilith, Jarod put in gently. I know its bad timing, but if 
theres a chance to save any of them 
Lucien rolled his eyes. Pansy-assed idiots, both of you. He waved 
them toward him. 
Sasha pulled the guard half into her lap, then reached to take the 
hand Jarod offered her. He felt Luciens hand on his shoulder, and they 
blinked up the mountain, back to the helicopter. 
Lilith, like William, lacked the ability to teleport, but they still made 
good time. Even so, she had barely crawled back into the helicopter, 
her head pounding so badly she could hardly see, when Lucien and the 
others appeared only yards away. They half-ran to the helicopter and 

climbed in awkwardly, carrying a large bag and an unconscious vampire 
Lilith was pretty sure she recognized. 
Oh, joy, William muttered. They brought company. 
Rafael, Lilith said. 
Lucien looked at her. You know him? 
Hes Brigittes. Id forgotten she likes to keep him here, out of 
trouble. 
Do we take him? 
Sasha started to protest, but Lucien silenced her with a gesture. 
Lilith considered, studying Rafaels quiet face. Yes. He was Brigittes 
hell know things. 
Lucien nodded decisively. Then lets go. He tapped the pilot on 
the shoulder, and they rose into the air, heading toward Bucharest. 
They had just touched down when a spear of pain stabbed through 
Liliths head. Hes here, she managed, as flashes of red and black 
filled her vision. Hes waiting for us. 
Lucien stiffened, his head lifting, hands clenching on the bag of 
Aanus bones. She was almost certain he sniffed the air and crinkled 
his nose at whatever he smelled. 
Shit, said William. 
Lilith glanced at the accountant and saw raw fear in his eyes. 
All of you, stay in the chopper, said Lucien, shoving the bag 
toward Jarod. Be ready to run for the plane. He turned to the pilot. 
Can you fly that plane? 
The pilot nodded. Sure. 
Then you be ready, too. He climbed out of the helicopter, leaving 
the rest of them to plaster themselves against the windows. 
Lilith tried to, but her legs faltered under her. Jarod caught her 
before she hit the floor and helped her to the window. She looked out 
and trembled as he held her. My God, no, she whispered. Dont do 
it, Lucien. 
Jarod heard Liliths warning, but he doubted anyone else had. In 
any case, Lucien seemed to have made up his mind already. He was 
striding purposefully across the field toward the plane, which stood 
only a handful of yards away. Between him and the plane stood a lone 
figure. A man. 
Not a man, Jarod realized. Not a vampire, either. One of Luciens 
kind. A First Demon. 
Ialdaboth? he asked, and Lilith nodded. 
Jarod had heard, second- and third-hand, about the confrontation 

between Lucien and Ialdaboth that had led to Liliths arrival in the New 
York Underground. It had sounded decidedly unpleasant. Lucien had 
emerged victorious, but barely. If Lucien couldnt pull it off again, they 
were all dead. 
Ialdaboth straightened, squaring his shoulders, as Lucien approached. 
He seemed ready to talk, perhaps to launch into some preliminary 
ritual, but Lucien gave him no chance. He lifted his hands and 
Ialdaboth flew backwards, nearly slamming into the plane. 
What was that? Jarod said. Hed seen nothing pass between 
the two men, and they certainly hadnt made physical contact. But 
Lilith, still shaking in his arms, didnt answer. 
He looked at her. She was staring out the window, pupils dilated, 
her breathing fast and ragged. Outside, Lucien advanced on Ialdaboth, 
fists raised in front of him. Jarod knew he could do nothing to help 
Lucien, so he focused instead on Lilith. 
Carefully, he shook her, but she continued to stare out the window 
as if ensorcelled. Lilith? No response. He pushed at her shoulders, 
trying to turn her away from the window. 
Hes got her, William said. Theres no way shell ever be able 
to break free. You should let her go. Or better yet, kill her. Shes too 
much of a danger. 
Shut up, William, Jarod snapped. Why the hell are you here, 
anyway? 
The accountant shrugged. I really have no idea. He returned 
his attention to the preternatural wrestling match on the landing field. 
Gently, Jarod ran his hand over Liliths hair. Lilith. Nothing. He 
pressed his lips against her throat. Lilith. 
Her lips strained for words, finally produced a raspy sound. He 
lowered his ear to her mouth. 
Williams right, she breathed. Kill me. Hell have you all, through 
me. 
No. This connection you have could be important. We just have 
to figure out how to use it to our advantage. His reassurance was 
more than unbridled optimism, more than whispered hope born of his 
affection for her. It was, he was almost completely certain, based on 
scientific fact. 
At least he hoped it was. 
Theres a way to save you, he said, and we both know what 
that is. 
If I take you now, Ill kill you. 

No, you wont. 
Her eyes had widened, desperate and wild, like a trapped animal. 
I will. I need it so much 
Then take it. 
Vaguely, he realized both Sasha and William were looking at him 
now, instead of out the window at Lucien. The pilot, too, had taken an 
inordinate interest in what should have been a private conversation. 
There was no help for it. Voyeuristic onlookers or not, he wasnt 
going to let Lilith fall to her fate. Clenching his teeth, he broke the 
scabs on his wrist and held the wound to her lips. The blood reddened 
her mouth and her pupils contracted, just a little 
She turned away from the window, grabbed him, and sank her 
teeth into his throat. 
Her fangs stung sinking in, tiny scalpels puncturing skin and vein. 
His hands went up involuntarily, but when he grasped her arms, he 
could neither push her away nor pull her closer. She was immovable. 
He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. 
Vaguely, he heard Sasha say, What should we do? 
William answered, Nothing, yet. Hes the doctorI assume he 
knows what hes doing. 
Well, partially right. He thought he knew what he was doing, 
but with vampires you could never be a hundred percent sure. 
Then William said, Holy shit, Luciens knocking the living hell out 
of this guy, and Jarod felt all eyes turn back toward the landing field. 
Liliths mouth pulled at his throat, drawing mouthful after mouthful 
of blood. The pain, though, had stopped, leaving behind only the 
rhythm. It matched his heartbeat. She shifted, and he felt her body 
against his, her breasts pressing softly against his chest, her hands 
spread on his back. 
Let go, he thought. Thats enough. I cant take anymore. 
I cant, her answer came. I cant stop. 
He would have called for help if he could, but his voice stopped in 
his throat behind her penetrating teeth. His heartbeat filled his head, 
pounding, pounding . . . how long until it stopped? 
Then, abruptly, Luciens voice broke through his trance. Grab 
the bones, Doc . . . shit . . . Lilith, let him go! 
She responded not at all. Jarod pushed weakly with his hands on 
her arms, but to no effect. 
Then, suddenly, she was off him, sprawling on the floor of the 
helicopter, blood dripping from her mouth. Jarod went to his knees, 

gasping, pressing his hand against the wound at his throat. Blood seeped 
between his fingers. Luciens hand tore his away, then pressed against 
the wound. Heat filled Jarods veins, and the pain faded. 
He looked up at Lucien and flinched. One side of the proto-
vampires face was sheeted in blood. White bone showed through a 
wide gash across his forehead. His clothing was ripped and blood-
drenched. 
Youll be okay, said Lucien. I hope. 
And you? Jarod thought. Though Lucien was on his feet, he looked 
as if hed been thrashed within an inch of his life. 
In clipped, economical tones, he said, William, grab the bones. 
Ill take Lilith. 
Only then did Jarod realize that Lilith still lay motionless on the 
floor, her eyes closed. Is she all right? 
Youre the doctor, said Lucien, pushing him toward the door. 
How the hell should I know? 
Jarod could smell his blood now, an odd, earthy reek unlike human 
blood. Is there anything I can do for you? he asked, hesitant. 
Lucien bent to lift Liliths limp body into his arms. Just get the 
hell out of my way. 
William grabbed the bag of bones, and Jarod was left with no 
choice but to trail after the rest as they ran for the plane. He pressed a 
hand against his neck. The blood there felt thick and sticky, and he 
could tell the wound had partially closed. 
Ialdaboths body lay crumpled not far from the plane, blood all 
over his face and shirt. Without thinking, Jarod reacted, stopping to 
check the Demons pulse. He found none under the thick mess of 
blood. 
Hes dead, said Lucien, at least for the moment. We need to 
get the hell out of here. 
Jarod, reminding himself that his Hippocratic oath had no provisions 
for creatures who could be dead one minute and alive the next, 
climbed into the plane in time to see Lucien stagger down the aisle, set 
Lilith gently in a seat, then collapse. 
Jarod rushed to his side. Lucien! He couldnt see the other 
mans face very well through its coating of blood, but Luciens eyes 
were open. 
Give me . . . a minute, he managed. 
Jarod automatically felt for a pulse; it was there, but faint. Unfortunately, 
he wasnt sure how strong it was under normal circumstances. 

Are you all right? he ventured. 
Better than the other guy, Lucien grunted. He straightened a 
little in the seat. Lucky Ialdaboth depleted himself kidnapping Lorelei 
and trespassing in the Underground, or Id have gotten my ass kicked. 
He touched the side of his face and looked at the blood that came back 
on his fingers. I mean, worse than this. Hell be down for the count. I 
just need a nap. For about a year and a half. He pushed to his feet and 
walked unsteadily to his seat. 
Wishing he could do more for him, Jarod turned his attention to 
Lilith. She half-lay, still limp and unconscious, in the seat where Lucien 
had left her. He could do nothing for her, either. So he sat down, across 
the aisle from Lilith, and felt helpless. His wrists and throat ached. 
To think, the fate of the world rested on this bedraggled lot. This 
could not possibly be a good thing. 
Jarod managed to stay awake for the flight from Bucharest to 
Paris, but the minute he took a seat on the still-waiting SST, he fell 
headlong into sleep. He did have time to wonder how Lilith was, but 
the thought lasted only a moment. 
At first, his sleep was deep, dark, and bottomless. Then dreams 
rose out of it. 
He was with Lilith, holding her close, her heart and his beating in 
synchrony, the sound like a separate entity between them. He bent his 
head to kiss her gently, but the kiss became passionate almost immediately. 
She clutched at him, her mouth frantic on his. 
You have to save me. The words rose from the place where her 
breasts pressed against his chest, from the rhythm of their joined heartbeats. 
Save me from him. 
I will. 
She pulled back and looked at him, eyes drenched with despair. 
You cant. You dont know what I am. 
Then she opened her mouth and blackness poured out of it, a 
thick, ugly river of terror and filth. She was choking on it, dying, but she 
couldnt stop the flow 
Jarod jerked awake to see Lucien standing over him. 
I was just about to wake you up, Lucien said. 
He was still carrying the bag of bones. Hed cleaned himself up, 
washed off the blood, but the gashes were still there, wide parallel lines 
like claw marks across his right cheek, as well as the deep forehead 
wound. His hands were shaking. Jarod wondered if stitches would do 

the Demon any good. 
Hows Lilith? he asked. 
Lucien shook his head. Hard to tell right now. Youll have to 
check her when we get back. How are you? 
Still breathing. You? 
Lucien snorted. Ill live. Thats a given. Come onlets go. 
Jarod followed Lucien out of the plane. It came as a shock to see 
that it was full morning. The others were nowhere to be seen. 
Where Jarod started, and Lucien pointed. Three large wooden 
crates were being rolled out of the planes baggage compartment and 
loaded into a waiting truck by three men wearing airport security uniforms. 
Jarod wondered how much the humans knew. 
Theyll be fine. We had everything ready, just in case. 
Good thing we did. 
Lucien nodded. Id planned on coming back at night. Id hoped 
we would have more time. But expect the best, prepare for the worst, 
thats what I always say. 
Youve said that for twelve thousand years? 
Lucien shrugged. I dont know. Maybe five. Ten tops. He 
pointed at the truck. Lets go. The sooner we get home, the sooner 
we can get Lilith straightened out. Not to mention Aanu. 
Jarod had no idea what he could do to straighten out someone 
whod been reduced to a bag of bleached bones. Sighing he followed 
Lucien to the truck. 

Six 
He worried most about Lilith, perhaps because he was certain he 
could help her in some way, even if he didnt know exactly how. Aanus 
bones seemed hopeless, irrelevant. And his own condition, after the 
bloodletting on the helicopter, was more immediate than either of the 
others. 
Still, he ignored the overwhelming exhaustion and forced himself 
to keep his eyes open as Lucien transported him from a warehouse 
near the outskirts of New York City to the hallway outside Liliths 
bedroom. 
Ill be back with Lilith, Lucien said, then disappeared. 
He reappeared only seconds later, kneeling next to the crate that 
held Liliths sleeping body. Effortlessly, he pushed it over the threshold 
into the bedroom, leaving it next to the bed. 
Youre going to leave her in there? Jarod asked. 
Lucien shrugged. Doesnt make much difference. Shell get out 
when she wakes up. 
Jarod chewed the inside of his cheek, considering. Just as Lucien 
was almost out the door, he said, No. I want her out of the box and on 
the bed. 
Lucien stopped, looking back with his eyebrows raised. Only then 
did Jarod realize hed basically issued an order. 
May I ask why? Lucien asked mildly. 
Her condition concerns me. I want to hook up an IV before she 
wakes up. 
You think itll help? 
If I can figure out what the hell Im doing and what the hells 
wrong with her, yes, I think itll help. 
Lucien nodded. Fair enough. 
He peeled the top off the crate, popping the nails as easily as if 
they were thumbtacks. Then, gently, he lifted Lilith, settled her onto the 
bed. 
Thank you, Jarod said. 
Lucien nodded. Im going to get Sasha and William. He pointed 
at the makeshift blanket-bag on the floorAanus bones. He was trem

bling again, but he drew his hand back quickly, making it clear he wanted 
to hide his state. Take care of Aanu, he said. 
He disappeared before Jarod could ask what the hell he was supposed 
to do with Aanu. Sighing, he knelt next to the bag and opened 
the sagging mouth to look inside 
Oh, my God. 
As quickly as possible, he hauled the bag down the hallway to one 
of his better-equipped hospital rooms. There, he emptied the contents 
onto the bed. It came out in a clump. Connective tissue had begun to 
regenerate between the bones, attaching them to each other again. 
Unfortunately, theyd been piled together in a mish-mash in the makeshift 
bag. 
Carefully, Jarod began to separate the jumbled remains. Small, 
square boneshe couldnt tell if they were metatarsals or metacar-
palshad fused to one arms ulna. The other end of the ulna was 
connected to the mandible, protruding from the chin. Vertebrae studded 
a clavicle like a necklace, glued to it with fresh, pink tissue. 
What a mess, he muttered, and grabbed a scalpel. 
A few minutes later, when Lucien found him, he had separated 
about half of the incorrectly reconnected bones and set them aside, 
careful to keep them a few inches away from each other. 
So you figured it out? Lucien said. 
Jarod glanced at the proto-vampire. He was leaning in the doorway, 
his expression uncomfortably smug. More or less, Jarod muttered. 
He gently separated a collection of phalangeswhich actually 
seemed to be in the right orderand set them down next to the other 
hand bones hed already sorted. He hadnt yet separated them into left 
and right hands. Was this regeneration triggered by the exposure to 
air? 
Yes. Thats why there was no air in the cave. I should have 
realized there wouldnt be before I dragged you in there. 
Jarod barely registered the almost-apology. At a guess, Id say 
the more oxygen the better, to regenerate the cells. 
Probably. 
He slipped a tibia free from a mass of bones and tissue at the 
bottom of the bag, where the bones had settled and become severely 
confused. I need a hyperbaric chamber. Can you get me one? 
How much? 
Fifty grand, at least. 

Buy it. Ill make sure the funds are there. 
Two hours later, the bones were arranged in careful order on the 
bed. The entire time hed been working, Jarod had been thinking about 
what might happen over the next few days, as Aanus healing progressed. 
Would he regrow his brain, with all the knowledge it had previously 
held? How could a sophisticated consciousness possibly regenerate 
from bones that had been bleached dry for countless hundreds 
even thousandsof years? 
It boggled Jarods mind. Gave him a headache, even. And he 
couldnt afford to waste time on speculation. There was still Lilith to 
think of. 
He left Aanu to his own devices and went to tend to his other 
patient. The hyperbaric chamber wouldnt arrive until sunset tomorrow, 
by which time he figured he could rustle up enough vampire help 
to get it set up and running. 
Lilith seemed well enough, as far as he could judge while she was 
still in her daytime Sleep. He looked at his watch. Still a few hours until 
dusk. Time enough to do what he wanted to do. 
Hed given her IVs before, to assuage her hunger, blood ready to 
pump into her veins as soon as the sun set. He set up equipment to do 
the same thing tonight, with one small change. 
He had plenty of blood in storagepart of a supply he kept current 
by channeling several pints a week from a half-dozen local blood 
banksbut as one of a very few humans living in a colony of vampires, 
Jarod considered it prudent to keep a supply of his own blood 
fresh and ready, in case one of the natives got overenthusiastic. He 
checked his supplies, and set two pints of it aside for Liliths morning 
meal. 
Whatever was wrong with Lilith, whatever Ialdaboth had done to 
her to keep her loyal, his own blood seemed to alleviate the effect. 
Perhaps it would need to be fresh to work, but this was definitely worth 
trying. Maybe his stored blood could counter her symptoms long enough 
for him to rest and for his hemoglobin levels to return to normal. In the 
meantime, he still had enough left to give himself a transfusion if necessary. 
With his work finished, exhaustion finally caught up with him. He 
could barely keep his eyes open as he made a few, final notes in Liliths 
file. He scribbled his initials under them and laid the file aside, then sat 
next to Lilith on the bed. Gently, he ran a strand of her pale hair through 

his fingers. 
Well get this to work, he said. Dont worry. 
Her still, waxy face remained unmoving. He smiled and kissed 
her lips, surprised to find they held a vague warmth. Then, with no 
energy left to carry him down the hallway to his own room, he stretched 
out next to her and fell asleep. 
Night came, but Lilith did not awaken. Her sleep rose from the 
depths to tremble on the verge of wakefulness, but she couldnt swim 
those last few inches to the surface. She was vaguely aware of the 
presence of night, of blood flowing into her veins from the needle in the 
bend of her elbow, and of a warm weight next to her on the bed. But 
she couldnt open her eyes, couldnt move. Couldnt wake up. Not 
quite. 
Who was in bed with her? Who did she know who was stupid 
enough to lie next to a vampire at dusk? The answer came to her 
immediatelyJarod. 
And it was his blood moving into her veins. She recognized the 
difference, a flavor of sorts, as it began to pump through her. Then she 
lost the thread that had drawn her nearly to consciousness, and sank 
once more into Sleep. 
To her surprise, she could feel him there, too. A vague sense of 
his presence that became gradually clearer. He slept, as well, and their 
minds seemed to call to each other on that plane, bound by shared 
blood. 
Lilith. 
You shouldnt have brought me back. She couldnt help the 
despairit bubbled up unbidden from some deep place within. 
Why? 
You dont know what I am. 
Show me. 
If I do . . . If I do youll never love me. 
Show me. 
The despair thickened and darkened around her, and suddenly 
she felt Ialdaboths presence within it. It was part of the conditioning, 
that despair, part of what had made her so totally his, until Loreleis 
interference had made it possible for her to question. It would, undoubtedly, 
not be the last obstacle. 
But in another way, it was real. If Jarod knew who she had been, 
what she had done, how could he possibly accept her? How could he 

look at her again with desire, as he had on the plane? 
Thats my problem. His presence radiated gentleness. Show me. 
There were no secrets here. She let it all go. 
She had been born Catherine Gibson in 1760, in the Virginia Colony. 
By the time the Revolutionary War started, she had very little to depend 
upon but herself. Following the armies from battle to battle, giving 
soldiers pleasure where she could, she eked out a barely acceptable 
existence. 
Then shed met the vampire. She couldnt even remember his 
name, wasnt sure hed ever told her. Hed been among the soldiers, 
taking blood where he could, often from injured soldiers on the battlefield, 
where their deaths would be unremarkable. Even then, misguided 
as she was, shed recognized the smell of evil. Shed decided it didnt 
matter. 
Hed offered her gold for sex, which seemed like a good exchange. 
But the sex had become brutal, and hed Turned her in the 
process, unasked but not entirely unwilling. 
Not the rest. This much alone was too much. 
Some part of her, distant, felt Jarod moving beside her. He was 
still asleep, caught in unconsciousness with her, but he put his arm 
around her. 
There, in the darkness, where they were both together, he said, 
Tell me. You feed on my blood. I have a right to know. 
The vampire had liked her. She had been a bitter woman, stripped 
of every comfort. Her mother had been a prostitute, her father a thief 
whod eventually beaten the mother of his child to death. 
Would you kill him? the vampire had asked her. Would you kill 
your father, and anyone else who might belong to your family? Do you 
know if you have brothers or sisters? 
Do I care? shed replied bitterly. If they are spawn of his 
flesh, they deserve to die. 
As I deserve to die. I deserved it then and I deserve it even 
more now. 
Hush. Jarods presence comforted her, then urged her to go on. 
The vampire had told her there would be a great reward for her, a 
place for her in a community of vampires where she would be loved 
and accepted. All she had to do was kill her father. She had done it, and 
reveled too much in the killing. Hed had a wife shed happily slaughtered, 
too. 
And the vampire took her to Ialdaboth. 

A hundred years of initiation. A hundred years of brainwashing, 
of committing the most hideous acts, killing humans, children, 
other vampires. Whatever I was told, without question. Its a testing 
period, and I passed. 
Pictures passed through her mind, memories of atrocities shed 
committed. Since her rejection of Ialdaboth shed tried to push them 
away, into places where she couldnt find them, wouldnt have to feel 
them, but there they were. Clear as day and bright as blood. They spun 
themselves out in vivid color for her minds eye to see. 
And for Jarod to see, as well. 
Inside, she wept. Whether she would awaken to find tears on her 
face, she didnt know, but here in this place of strange consciousness, 
her body shuddered and spasmed with horrible weeping. 
Do you see? You can never leave me, because of what youve 
done. Ialdaboths voice. Not his actual presence, but his voice, ingrained 
in her mind with the hundred years of indoctrination and, after 
that, the hundred years of loyal service. No one there can ever truly 
accept you. They all know you cant really change. 
Despair clung to her like tar, dragged her down. She could sink 
Let her go! Jarods voice, his thought-voice, shocking her out of 
the black despair by its intensity. Just let her the hell go! 
Its not really him, Lilith responded automatically. Its just his 
voice, left behind in my head 
And suddenly she was awake, staring up at the ceiling of her 
bedroom in the Underground. Next to her, Jarod also gasped awake, 
his arms clutching at her, pulling her close. She pressed her face into 
his chest. Here, in the world of light and consciousness, there were no 
tears. 

Seven 
It cant be that easy. He cant be gone. She watched Jarods 
hands moving down her arm, his gentle fingers as he pulled the IV 
needle free. He was Dr. Greene now, the touch quiet but impersonal. 
He curled the tips of his fingers into the bend of her elbow, feeling the 
vague pulse there as she spoke. 
He turned his attention to her face, lifting one of her eyelids to 
peer at her pupils. Your blood carries markers from Ialdaboth, because 
one of his children Changed you. I think the collision between 
that blood and mine, which carries markers from Lucien, canceled out 
some aspect of the brainwashing. 
How? 
He looked into her other eye. Beats the hell out of me. Most of 
this vampire shit makes no damned sense. 
She laughed a little. He touched the pulse at her throat. It felt 
more like a caress, and there was warmth in his eyes. 
It isnt over, he said. Itll be a process, and you just got it 
underway. 
A battle. She should have known that. Ialdaboth wouldnt give 
her up without a fight. A fight shed brought right to the Undergrounds 
door. 
Julian should have killed me, she said. It would have been 
safer. 
He cupped her cheek, looking into her eyes with concern. If 
Julian wants you here, then theres a reason. Trust him. He bent toward 
her, brushing her lips with his. I do. 
He made sure she was comfortable, then left her. Her heart lurched 
as she watched him walk out the door. Why was he so good to her? 
There was such warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. It was too 
much to hope that he might actually care about her, especially after 
what hed seen, what shed shown him. He was just concerned for 
her, as her doctor. 
She had to leave. If she stayed here, she would endanger everyone. 
Perhaps Jarod most of all, because he was so often close to her. 
What happened to her didnt matter, so long as this place was protected. 

Sitting up in the bed, she swung her legs out from under the covers, 
touched her feet to the floor. She could still feel the brush of his lips 
against hers, their gentle warmth. She regretted that she would never 
get a chance to explore their mutual attraction any further. 
Maybe she should leave him a note. But, in the end, she decided 
against it. 
Getting out of the Underground proved more complicated than 
shed expected. When shed infiltrated the place before, shed had 
Ialdaboths abilities on her side. Now she had only her own. While 
formidable, they paled next to her erstwhile masters. 
So she wandered the corridors, following the flow of strange, 
vampiric magic, going toward the places where the magic waned and 
the smell of vampires was fainter. And, finally, she found an exit and let 
herself out into the dark New York City night. 
She allowed herself one look back, one pang of regret, but no 
tears. 
* * * 
Jarod was looking forward to seeing Lilith the next evening. Exhausted 
from lack of sleep and blood loss, hed spent the day mostly 
unconscious, and had awakened with thoughts of her crowding everything 
else out of his mind. He was looking forward to talking to her, 
touching her, even if only in a diagnostic manner. Or maybe she would 
let him kiss her again. It seemed a fair bet. 
But she was gone. 
He stared blankly at the empty bed for stunned moments, unable 
to comprehend what he was seeing. Where could she have possibly 
gone? 
She left. 
Julians voice startled him. He turned abruptly. 
Where did she go? 
Topside. Julian settled a shoulder against the doorframe. Shes 
trying to protect us all from the danger that is Lilith. 
A stab of pain went through Jarods wrist, and he grimaced. What 
was it about vampire bites, that they kept hurting, as if he were being 
bitten again? 
I want you to go fetch her. 
Jarod blinked. Me? Why me? 
You might be more convincing. He smiled a little, then sobered. 
Shes wrong about her bond with Ialdaboth. We need her. 
Do you know where she is? 

He nodded. Ill take you there. 
She had set up temporary housing in an abandoned apartment 
building, in the windowless basement. The rooms above had all been 
boarded shut, but she didnt trust them to be sun-tight. 
She didnt trust anything at this point. Skulking the streets of Newark, 
New Jersey, shed had the distinct feeling someone was following 
her. 
Shed seen a shadow out of the corner of her eye that had sent 
her senses tingling. Her first thought had been that Julian had noticed 
her missing and sent someone after her. But no vampire from the Underground 
would need to behave so furtively only for her sake. No, 
whatever the thing was shed sensed, it had a dark feeling to it. 
Could Ialdaboth have agents here? 
The minute the question occurred to her, she realized how stupid 
it was. Of course, he did. Thats why shed left Manhattan, wasnt it? 
If they could trace her through her blood, they could follow her right to 
the depths of the Underground, regardless of any safeguard Julian had 
engineered. And they could track her; theyd proven that in Romania. 
Yet they hadnt been able to do it while shed been full of Jarods 
blood 
The shadow shed seen could have been anythinga mugger, a 
stray dog, her own imagination. It didnt matter, though. Even if her 
worst fears were true, shed had to leave the Underground. Her presence 
there endangered the entire community. 
She didnt doubt for a second that if she stayed in this dismal hellhole, 
they would hunt her down and kill her. Jarods blood would only 
keep her safe for so long. But maybe, if all they wanted was her, her 
death would protect the rest of them. 
A shudder ran through her as she took in her surroundings. The 
place, like her thoughts, was miserable. She ached from the day spent 
in Sleep on the concrete floor. It was cold, and she heard rats from 
time to time. Not necessarily a bad thing, the rats. At least she could 
eat them. 
She might have to. Hunger twisted her gut, and she really didnt 
want to hunt. Not now. The thought of human blood repelled her, but it 
also called to her. Yet if she went outside, into the place where the 
shadows stalked, she might not survive long enough to feed. 
Staygo. Feedstarve. She couldnt think clearly enough to work 
through any of the conundrums facing her. She didnt want to kill, but 

Lilith. 
She spun, staring. Jarod stood at the doorway to her new lair. He 
lifted a bag of rich, garnet blood. 
I brought breakfast, he said. 
She started to smile, then pressed her lips together, hard. Why 
are you here? 
Julian sent me. 
Why? 
He wants you to come back. 
The flutter of hope that had leapt in her heart died. He wants me 
to come back. He wants me to. 
Lilith . . . 
Go away. If Julian wants me, he can come and get me himself. 
She turned her back to him and knelt on the floor, straightening the nest 
of blankets shed slept in. 
She heard Jarod take a step closer but refused to turn around. 
Lilith . . . 
The pleading in his voice made her angry. She surged to her feet, 
spinning to face him. He blinked, but didnt retreat. Would you have 
come after me if Julian hadnt told you to? Her voice was bitter and 
mocking. 
No, because I wouldnt have known where the hell to look for 
you. He held up the bag of blood. At least eat something. Maybe you 
wont be so bitchy. 
She jerked the blood from his hand, let her fangs slide free and 
sank them right through the plastic. If she had thought to shock or 
disgust him with the display, she failed. He only stood watching, impassive. 
She drained the bag and threw it to the floor, irritated at his lack of 
reaction. Then again, he was a vampire doctor. She should have known 
a little blood-drinking wouldnt faze him. 
Feel any better? he asked.
A little. You should have brought more.
It was all I had left of mine.
Of course. So you came to medicate me.
No. I came to ask you to come back.
Why? Because Julian needs me?
No. Because if you dont, we may not be able to stop Ialdaboth
from slaughtering us all. Her lip curled into the beginnings of a sneer 

before he added, But most of all, because I need you. 
Her gaze met his. She could neither deny nor resist what she saw 
therepain, need, desire. Love. She swallowed, surprised at the intensity 
of it, more surprised at the intensity of her own reaction. Blinking, 
she gathered herself. 
All right, she said finally. Thats more like it.
Good. He took her arm. Then lets go.
They left the building together, and Lilith immediately sensed the
shadows. They were closer, darker, more of them than there had been 
before, and she knew for certain now that they were neither stray dogs 
nor muggers. She clasped Jarods arm. 
Do you see them? she whispered.
See who? He matched her barely-audible tone.
The shadows. Could it possibly be her imagination? Surely not
it was too real for that. They flitted at the corners of her eyes. 
Jarod glanced from side to side without moving his head. I dont 
see anything. His eyes narrowed a little, though, and Lilith was certain 
he was looking directly at one of the shrouded lurkers. Vamps? 
he said. 
Yes.
I dont see them. Are they ours?
No. She made herself as still as she could, as still as only a
vampire was capable of being. Jarods necessary breathing sounded 
like a gale-force wind next to her, his heartbeat deafening. The vamps 
would be looking for her, though, so the tumult of his humanness shouldnt 
matter. 
In her shroud of silence, she watched. She could see only the 
vague, dark shadows. They were too distant for her to make out details, 
and seemed to be protected by some sort of magic. But they were 
Ialdaboths. She was certain of it. They would sense her, at any moment, 
and they would come to her and take her, murder her, murder 
Jarod, then go on to the Underground, to destroy the others 
They moved. Shifted toward each other until they stood in a small 
clump. There were three or four of themthe magic distorted them 
enough that it was hard to tell. Lilith held herself utterly still. 
And they disappeared.
Theyre gone, Jarod murmured, his perception surprising her.
Yes.
Why did they leave?
I dont know. I think they were following me. Maybe your blood

killed the trail. 
That would make sense. He grasped her arm as she relaxed 
again. We need to tell Julian. 
Its not unexpected. Julians calm response to the news that 
shed been followed surprised Lilith. 
What if they find us? she asked, wondering if he was truly as 
calm as he appeared to be, trying to match her demeanor to his. Inside, 
her stomach was trembling and twisted. She guessed Jarod, standing 
behind her, sensed her turmoil when she felt his comforting hand on her 
shoulder. 
Julian, sitting at the desk, steepled his fingers and frowned. I 
dont think they will. Ive put up a few more safeguard layers. The 
margins of this place are so muddled by now theyre practically impossible 
to sense unless youre one of us. 
How did that go? Jarod asked, and Lilith heard carefully muted 
concern in his voice. 
Julian looked at him briefly. As well as can be expected. 
She had no idea what they were talking about, but it didnt matter. 
Only one thing didprotecting the Undergroundand she didnt trust 
any so-called safeguards. 
I cant stay here, she blurted out. Its not safe. Its why I left. 
You have to understand that. 
Jarods hand tightened on her shoulder, as if to hold her there, to 
stop her from leaving again. 
Youre wrong, Julian said firmly. You have to stay here. I need 
you. I can use the link you have to keep track of Ialdaboth, to judge 
when hes likely to come after us again. 
But he can use it, too! she said. It will lead him here! 
Not if we keep you . . . inoculated, so to speak. Smiling, he 
glanced again at Jarod. Then, his expression softening, he said to her, 
I need you, Lilith. Youre our secret weapon. As long as I have you, I 
have control over when and where I face Ialdaboth, when the time 
comes. 
She hesitated, needing to be certain she wasnt surrendering for 
only selfish reasons. She felt her Jarods fingers squeeze her shoulder 
yet again, gently this time. Youre sure about that? she said. 
Julian nodded. As sure as I can be. 
But will it be safe for Jarod? 
Close behind her, Jarod put in, As safe as we can make it. 

Ill let you two work out the details on that one, said Julian. He 
fluttered his fingers toward the door. You can go. 
She followed Jarod to her hospital room and sat on the bed. 
Still hungry? he asked her, moving to stand between her knees. 
Not so much. 
Good. He traced his fingers down her cheek. Youre not in 
this alone, you know. His hand slid down from her face, across her 
collar bone, until he cupped her breast. 
Dr. Greene, I dont think thats very professional behavior. 
Do you want me to stop? 
No. 
Then shut up. He bent to kiss her, his mouth soft and searching. 
She kissed him back, threads of heat singing through her body. 
When you have problems, he whispered against her lips, youll 
need me to help you. 
Ill need your blood. 
Uh-huh. So it might be a good idea to keep me close at hand. 
A very good idea. Her hands slid down his body, feeling his 
warmth, his heartbeat. His blood inside her seemed to call to its source, 
inside him. 
They say, he said softly, that when a vampire takes your blood, 
she can make it like sex. Is that true? 
She smiled. I can do more than that. I can make it be sex. 
Do you think you might need another dose? I mean right now? 
It certainly couldnt hurt. 
Jarod gathered Lilith close against him and kissed her, deep and 
long. He wondered, just for a moment, what the hell he was doing. His 
great-grandfather had always told him not to get too close. Yet here he 
was, peeling off her shirt and ravenously mouthing her breasts, about 
to get as close as it was possible to get. And he had no intention of 
letting somebody elses prejudices stop him. 
What had Great-grandpa Greene been afraid of? Maybe of admitting 
the possibility of what Jarod now knew was truethat protovampire 
blood ran in his veins. Hed have thought the old man would 
have figured it out by the time his hundred and twentieth birthday rolled 
around. 
Jarod laughed at the thought, and Lilith peered at him curiously. 
What? she said as he kissed his way down her stomach. 
Nothing. He paused just below her navel to look up the length 
of her body at her face, framed by her breasts. Youre beautiful. 

She watched his face disappear between her thighs and fought 
tears. He was a good man. Certainly, he deserved better than her 
ancient and damaged self. But Fate seemed to disagree. And she wasnt 
about to argue. 
Especially not when he was working such magic on her. Shed 
wanted his mouth there ever since their encounter on the plane, and he 
was certainly living up to her expectations. She wondered how long it 
had been since hed been with a woman, then decided she didnt care. 
Then she couldnt think much about anything as the hot, spiraling 
pleasure flooded through her. She felt his smile against her skin as his 
tongue nudged her just a little further, a little more 
Jarod watched her hit her peak, tumble over. He kept her going 
for a few minutes, tapping with his tongue and feeling her shudder, until 
suddenly she twisted under him, and he felt her teeth. Not in his throat 
this time, but in the hollow of his shoulder. She could sip blood there but 
not gorge on it. He tried to remember what major veins passed close to 
the spot where shed penetrated him and how far they were from the 
prick of her teeth, but she shifted again, and suddenly he was penetrating 
her. 
Instinct took over then, and he slid home, claiming her. Then he 
held still, feeling the tight sheath of her sex around him, the pulsing of 
his own blood, the beating of it as it went into her mouth. For a split 
second, he was certain he was going to die. It would have been a very, 
very happy death. 
She freed her fangs and moaned under him, licking the wound as 
an afterthought. Eyes locked to his, she smiled. He returned her smile 
and slid out, then in again, deeper. Her soft gasps guiding his rhythm, he 
stroked until her body clenched and pulsed around him, and he followed 
her over the crest to completion. 
For a time afterward, he just breathed. Then he settled next to her 
on the bed, and cradled her against him. She closed her eyes, her head 
on his shoulderthe unbitten oneand pushed her white-blonde hair 
out of her face. 
Remind me to check my hemoglobin levels before we make love 
again, he said, soft laughter in his voice. 
She rubbed her cheek against his chest. I think I love you, she 
said. 
The admission surprised him. He shifted to look at her, but she 
wouldnt meet his gaze. 
Thats good, he said. Thats very good, in fact. He put a fin

ger under her chin, tilting her head up, making her look at him. Because 
I think the feeling is mutual. 
She managed a watery smile. I dont think you know what youre 
taking on. 
Probably not. He kissed her on the nose. I rarely do. It hardly 
matters. 
Just dont get too far away. 
He nestled her closer. Never. You can count on that. 

Julians Journal 
The one who was dead will feed on life without creating death, 
and the life that was death will bring power. Thats Luciens piece, 
which is all I have at the moment. 
But what the hell does it mean? And how much more do I need? 
There must be more pieces. Perhaps each of the four First Demons, 
the half-brothers born all within the same span of twenty-four 
hours in a cave in Romania twelve thousand years ago, carries a piece 
of the puzzle. I have Luciens. I need Aanus and Ruhas and Ialdaboths. 
Lilith thinks Rafael may have knowledge of Ialdaboths part in 
this, because of his association with Brigitte. If he can give us that, 
well be halfway there. 
As for the other two, that may prove more difficult. 
Aanu is a pile of bones in the hospital wing. I have to wonder if his 
brain will actually grow back, and if it does, if he will be able to use it. 
What happens when youve been dead for four thousand years? What 
does it do to your memory? Is it possible to recover from that thorough 
a desecration? Can the healing abilities manifested in myself and Lucien 
aid his regeneration? I guess well find out. Though Lucien may 
not be a great help, given his condition. He tries to hide it, but I can tell 
his confrontation with Ialdaboth took its toll. 
Ruha seems to be out of the picture. But he is also within me. 
Ruha and the Senior were lovers once, and his memories now lurk in 
the depths of my memory. I have soughtand failedto find them. I 
have no choice but to seek again. 
I will. I will find a way to save the Children, to restore their mortality. 
And I will find a way to kill Ialdaboth, if I have to die to do it. 
And I might die. I can sense him, and his minions are already 
here, lurking around the margins of the Underground. I have provided 
what protection I can, all that is within my power. But he is strong, and 
he is dark, and I dont know how long I can stand against him. 

Rafael
Light is sweet, and it pleases the eyes to see the sun. However 
many years a man may live, let him enjoy them all. 
Ecclesiastes 11:7-8 
In the revivification of the red cells we seem to have found a 
reaction between catalyst A and catalyst B, when combined in 
proper proportions. Frankly, the involvement of Nicholas blood 
in this formula surprises me. 
EmailDr. Jarod Greene 
to Julian Cavanaugh 
The one who feeds from life without diminishing ithe will be 
the one who changes everything. Some may be inclined to call him 
Messiah. 
The Book of Changing Blood 

One 
With the coming of dusk, Rafael woke and, as he did every time 
he slid out of the daytime Sleep, wondered if he was still a vampire. 
He must be, though. Otherwise he would be craving a nice, juicy 
T-bone instead of a good mouthful of blood. Even now, after four years, 
the thought revolted him. Some days it was all he could do to eat enough 
to stay alive. Some days it occurred to him to wonder if he was the 
worlds only anorexic vampire. 
With those ever-present questions asked and set aside for the 
day, he was free to move on to other puzzlements. Like where the hell 
was he? 
He sat up, shoving a hand through his hair. Damned hair, anyway. 
It would all be sticking straight up nownot that he cared. He was 
more concerned about getting the hell out of here. But when he tried to 
move the other arm, he found he couldnt past a certain point. 
He looked at it and saw a needle taped into the bend of his elbow, 
plastic tubing leading from it to a bag of garnet blood hanging on a 
metal hanger like they had in hospitals. The blood had moved nearly all 
the way down the tube, and as he watched, it filled the tube completely. 
A moment later, he felt it go into his veins. Cold, and strange, but it 
soothed the hunger that had begun to grow. An intriguing solution. He 
could go for this on a permanent basis. Ialdaboth would never allow it, 
though. He wanted those in his enclave to take hot blood fresh from 
the throat of a preferably innocent victim. 
Ialdaboth was a prick. 
Good morning, said a male voice, and Rafael jumped, afraid 
someone had just read his last thought. Hed had too many similar 
thoughts over the past few years, and had always been terrified someone 
would overhear and have him killed. Or maybe hed hoped someone 
would overhear and have him killed. He wasnt entirely sure. 
But the person whod spoken was unfamiliar. Something about 
him reminded him of Ialdaboth, an aura of some kind, but the resemblance 
ended there. This guy, Rafael was certain, was not a prick. 
Thank you, the big man said, stepping closer to the bed. 
He was tall, with thin scars on his face and a prominent nose that 

looked like it had been broken two or fifteen times. He had fresh wounds 
on his face, toogashes down his right cheek and a partially healed 
laceration across his forehead. His skin had a gray, waxy pallor. His 
blue eyes, though, were bright and clear. 
How are you feeling? he asked. 
Rafael didnt feel like answering the question. Who the hell are 
you? 
Lucien. 
Where am I? 
New York City. Sort of. 
Rafael took a minute to absorb that. The last thing he remembered, 
hed been standing in front of a cave in Romania. Guarding the 
cave, technically, though hed done a piss-poor job of it. Thered been 
that girl, the one with the breasts 
How long have I been unconscious? 
About three days. The guy, Lucien, was standing next to the 
bed now, towering over him, arms crossed over his broad chest. Sorry 
about that, but I had to keep you under for a while. We had too much 
shit going down to worry about what you were up to. 
You kept me under? How does that work? 
Quite well, apparently. He gestured toward the IV tube. That 
going down okay? 
Fine. The efficiency of the method surprised him. His hunger 
had faded almost immediately. He was used to having to fight horrible, 
raging hunger as long as possible, before it drove him to feed. A few 
times, hed gone days without feeding at all, finding it easier to go off in 
a blinding rage than to be aware of what he was doing. 
Youre lucky youre here, Lucien said, a wry grin on his mouth. 
Youre pretty screwed up in the head. 
Youre pretty damned nosy. Rafaels reaction came more from 
indignation than fear. 
Dont worry. Youre safe here. Definitely safer than you were in 
Romania. So whats your name? 
Rafael. 
Lucien nodded. Your given name, or one you picked later? 
Does it matter? 
No. 
Then I picked it later. I didnt care for my given name. 
Which was? 
None of your damned business. 

Lucien laughed. Thats an odd name. 
Rafael was starting to get tired of this nonsense. So do I get to 
leave at some point, or are you planning to kill me, or what? 
Thats up to you. Lucien looked toward the door. Here comes 
the doctor. 
The door opened, and another man entered. This one was a mor-
talRafael could tell from the smell. He wore a white lab coat and 
carried a clipboard. He had brown, slightly receding hair and wire-
rimmed glasses, as well as a set of prominent, fairly fresh teeth marks 
on his neck. 
Youre awake, he said. Good. 
Whos been chomping on you? Rafael said, not sure what inspired 
this brashness. Maybe just the knowledge that he didnt have to 
kill anyone today, and that no one was, apparently, planning on killing 
him, either. 
The man grinned. My girlfriend. He held out a hand. Im Dr. 
Greene. 
Rafael. Grudgingly, he shook the offered hand. 
Hmm. How long have you been a vampire? 
About four years. 
The doctor jotted notes in his chart. How old were you when you 
were Turned? 
Is that your business? 
Dr. Greene smiled patiently. Im your doctor, as of now. Vampires 
dont have blood pressure, not much of a heart rate most of the 
time, and forget about trying to figure out anything based on blood 
sugar levels. So, yes, its my business. 
Rafael frowned. I was seventeen. 
Ah. That explains a lot. 
Rafael wondered what, exactly, it explained, but decided hed 
rather not know. Anything else? 
Thats it for now. Ill get back to you if I have any more questions. 
With a polite smile, he turned his attention to the chart, setting it 
down on the counter by the wall and making notes. 
Hes awake. Cool. A new voice had joined the fray in the small 
room, which was quickly becoming crowded. Rafael looked toward 
the door to see a pretty, buxom young woman with wide, uptilted green 
eyes and black hair. She smiled brightly. Hey. 
Hey, he answered. I know you. Youre the bitch who knocked 
me out. 

Her smile widened. Ill do it again, too, if you keep calling me a 
bitch. 
You knocked me unconscious and dragged me across the ocean, 
he said, but he really wasnt sure he was all that upset about it. 
She sauntered across the room to stand next to him. The slinky 
walk didnt seem to be put-on at allrather it seemed to be her natural 
way of moving, as if it had something to do with the way her joints 
were put together. 
Tell the truth, she said. You wanted me to. 
Maybe. 
She leaned a little closer, giving him an intriguing view of her 
cleavage. His body responded, twitching and hardening in all the right 
places. He had the sex drive of a seventeen-year-old, and he wasnt 
afraid to use it. 
Her gaze locked with his. Im Sasha. 
Rafael. She was definitely an older woman. At least a century 
older. Thanks for not killing me. 
Lucien cleared his throat. Rafael looked up to see him and the 
doctor watching with interest. 
Shall we leave you kids alone? Lucien asked. 
Absolutely, said Sasha. 
Let me get that IV out, said the doctor. Rafael watched as Dr. 
Greene deftly pulled the IV from his arm and rolled the rack against 
the wall. With a small smile, the doctor gave Rafael a quick salute and 
departed. Lucien followed. 
Dont cause him too much damage, said Lucien to Sasha, closing 
the door behind him. 
Rafael looked at her. Do you have plans to damage me? 
No, not really. She bent over him, looking into his eyes from the 
uncomfortable distance of two or three inches. How do you feel? 
Fine, I guess. He craned his neck away from her. Her green 
eyes had merged into a single, Cyclopsean eyeball in his vision. He 
found the image disturbing. Did you know youre quite a pain in the 
ass? 
She leaned back, grinning. Its what Im best at. 
Then you dont need any more practice. He let his gaze slide 
down her body, resting finally on the cleavage trying to burst out of her 
blouse. Are you good at anything else? 
Her smile went hot. His body followed suit, but he had other plans. 
Sasha bent close again, her breasts mounding against his chest, her lips 

fluttering millimeters from his own. 
He grabbed the lamp from the bedside table and whacked her 
over the head with it. She slumped. 
Thats for Romania, you annoying little bitch. 
He crawled out from under her unconscious body, arranged her 
comfortably on the bed, and slipped out into the hallway. 
He didnt get far. Before hed walked three yards down the corridor, 
Lucien appeared in front of him. Where do you think youre 
going? 
Somewhere that girl isnt, Rafael shot back. 
To his surprise, Lucien smiled. Sorry. I thought you liked her. 
Cmon. I think its time you met Julian. 
The quick briefing Lucien gave him on the way to Julians office 
came as a surprise. 
You mean youre not the Senior at this enclave? Rafael asked. 
No. Julian was already established when I arrived. 
Why didnt you kill him and take over? Youre, like, what, a thousand 
years old? 
Twelve, but whos counting? 
Rafael stopped abruptly. Youre Ialdaboths brother. 
Half-brother. 
Belial? 
Thats correct. 
Rafael shook his head. You should be the Senior here. 
Thats not the way I work. 
They walked a little further along the corridor before Lucien stopped 
and knocked on one of the doors. At the muffled Come in, they 
entered. 
Meeting Julian, Rafael almost understood. Julian was quite old 
not nearly as old as Lucien, but still oldand a strange aura surrounded 
him. He was also, Rafael noticed when they shook hands, vaguely 
warm. 
Have a seat, he said. Rafael sat on the couch, Lucien settling 
next to him. I need to ask you some questions, Julian went on. 
Ask away. 
First, let me apologize for the way we kidnapped you. Sasha had 
no permission to do what she did. 
Rafael shrugged. No problem. I was about five minutes away 
from getting killed over there, anyway. 

Julian cocked an eyebrow. Really. Why? 
Im really not a very good vampire. Much less a nasty, evil one. 
So what was keeping you alive? 
Sex, mostly. 
Lucien was laughing behind his hand. Julian gave him a cold look. 
I have a feeling this story might not be all that amusing, Lucien. 
Julians apparent concern for him caught Rafael by surprise. I 
guess it depends on how you look at it, he said. He cleared his throat. 
He didnt really want to go into this right now, not when it had just 
occurred to him that he might be lucky enough never to see Brigitte 
again. So what did you want to ask me? 
Julians demeanor went abruptly businesslike. What can you tell 
us about the cave you were guarding? 
Not much. There was something important in there, thats all I 
know. 
They never told you the significance of that cave? Lucien was 
surprised. 
Im a four-year-old vampire flunkie who was failing initiation. 
Why would they tell me anything? Brigitte put me there to get me out 
of the way. 
Julian eyed him curiously. So you dont know anything about the 
bones? 
I heard something about some bones, yeah. I dont know whose 
they were, though. Look, Ive spent the past four years just trying to 
keep my ass out of trouble. I didnt ask questions, I didnt cause problems. 
It kept me alive. They told me to go stand in front of the cave 
every night for a month, so I did. Id be there right now if that little bitch 
hadnt conked me over the head. He paused. That reminds me. Somebody 
might want to go check on her. 
Why? said Lucien. 
I clocked her with a lamp. 
Julian rolled his eyes. 
Lucien, stifling laughter, rose. Ill go. 
Well come with you. I want Rafael to see what was in that 
cave. 
Rafael had to admit he was curious, but he wasnt prepared for 
what he saw. 
Julian led him to a room in the hospital wing, not far from where 
hed woken up. Inside the room was a large, cylindrical metal tube 
with small round windows. It reminded Rafael of a submarine. 

What the hell is that? 
Its a hyperbaric chamber, Lucien answered. Its full of pure, 
pressurized oxygen, to bathe the tissues of whoevers inside. Hospitals 
use it in burn wards, and to help speed up healing of other kinds of 
injuries. Also for people whove been exposed to carbon monoxide. 
Julian quirked an eyebrow at him. Lucien shrugged. I paid attention 
to Dr. Greene during that long lecture we got. 
Youre a better man than I am, Julian said. 
So whats inside? asked Rafael. 
Lucien waved toward the chamber. Take a look. 
Hesitant, Rafael stepped up to the strange, steel cylinder. Still not 
sure he wasnt the butt of some practical joke, he peered back at the 
other two men before looking inside. 
On a long, low, bench-like table within the chamber lay a human 
body. But not quite a body. There was no skin, no hair, and in many 
places only partial musculature. The long, flat, pink and red strands of 
muscle and connective tissue, with blue and red blood vessels threading 
in and out, both fascinated and repulsed him. 
I dont get it. Whats going on here? 
That was a bleached-white, four-thousand-year-old skeleton 
when we found it, said Lucien. We took it out of the cave you were 
guarding as nothing but a bag of bones. 
Rafael stared into the chamber, then looked at Lucien. Samis. 
He went by Aanu when I knew him. 
When will he be . . . in one piece again? 
Were not sure. Ive never seen a regeneration with this kind of 
technology, or with the healing assistance Julian and I have been able 
to provide, though Aanu and I both went through a similar regeneration 
after the Great Flood. 
The Great Flood, Rafael repeated dully. This was nuts. 
The Black Sea flood. He disappeared not long after that. Now I 
know what happened to him. He smiled at Rafaels look of complete 
disbelief, then turned toward the door. Id better go check on Sasha. 
My guess is shes probably pretty damned pissed right about now. 
Rafael watched Lucien go. And felt him go. The big mans aura 
faded gradually as he walked away. Like Ialdaboths, Rafael thought 
again, but not quite the same. 
What is he? he said suddenly, without thinking. 
Julian laughed a little. Not an unfair question. They call them

selves the First Demons. 
They? 
Lucien and Ialdaboth. He gestured toward the bones on the 
table. Aanu and Ruha. Theyre brothers. Half-brothers, really. All 
sired by a demon on different mothers. 
Rafael nodded. Ive heard the stories. I thought it was all a load 
of crap. 
Julian shrugged. We all have to come from somewhere. Vampires 
came from them. 
Rafael mulled that over. Hed spent most of his four years as a 
vampire wishing he could be mortal, not absorbing the vampiric back-
story. Hed heard some of the tales, the folklore, but it hadnt made 
much of an impression on him. It hadnt mattered. Now, to discover it 
was true 
Weve heard some odd stories, as well, Julian went on. I was 
hoping you could confirm or deny them. 
If its about Ialdaboths enclave, I wont have much. Like I said, 
I just stayed low and tried to keep out of trouble. 
Lilith said you belonged to Brigitte. 
Rafael tensed. Where the hell was this going? Had he escaped 
Brigitte just to end up a slave again, this time to Lilith? It didnt bear 
thinking of. Hed heard horrible stories about Lilith. Hed even met her 
once. She had been cold and pale and frightening. 
Lilith is here? He couldnt keep a tremor of fear out of his 
voice. 
Julian nodded soberly. Shes left Ialdaboths enclave. 
She was He stopped. 
Tremendously evil, Julian finished for him. She changed her 
mind. 
Rafael decided not to ask how someone could just change her 
mind about being tremendously evil. 
Now. About Brigitte, Julian continued. 
What about her? Rafael couldnt fathom what any of these 
people could possibly want to know about Brigitte. 
There was a litany. Something Ialdaboth knew and passed on to 
certain members of his inner circle. Lilith had not yet finished the initiation 
process, but Brigitte had. Am I right? 
Rafael eyed him narrowly. Things still werent quite making sense. 
She was one of his inner circle, yes. 
Do you know the litany? Did you ever hear it? 

Rafael was silent for a long moment, thinking. Could he remember 
the litany? And if he could, should he tell it to Julian? Hell, never 
mind the litany. Should he tell Julian anything at all? 
Why do you want it? 
I want to kill Ialdaboth. The litany is, I believe, part of what will 
tell me how. 
He schooled his features carefully. Hed gotten good at hiding his 
emotions, at keeping Brigitte, in particular, from knowing what he was 
thinking. Why do you want to kill him? 
Can you think of any reason why I shouldnt? 
Okay, that was annoying, that answering a question with a question 
thing. Then again, it was a good question. Meaty. Worth a bit of 
consideration. 
If you want to take his place, Rafael answered slowly, to take 
over his enclave, use your power for He broke off. 
Julian grinned. Use my powers for evil? 
Something like that. I mean, doesnt everybody? 
Julian sobered. Not everybody. 
Im starting to get that. 
Will you help us, then? 
Ill do what I can. 
Sasha sat up and rubbed the bump on her head, unsure what had 
happened. A second later, she rememberedshe just wasnt prepared 
to believe it. Surely Rafael wouldnt be stupid enough to whack her 
over the head with a lamp. 
Or maybe he would be. He was too damned pretty to have any 
actual brains. She rubbed the bump a little harder, feeling it disappear, 
along with the pain, under her fingers. Regardless of the speedy healing 
time, Rafael was in deep shit. 
She was halfway to her feet when the door opened. She spun, 
ready to fly on the intruder if it happened to be Rafael. But it was 
Lucien. 
You okay? he asked. 
She straightened, adjusting her mussed blouse at the same time. 
Yeah. 
You deserved it, you know. 
His smile should have infuriated her, but she found it hard to be 
angry with Lucien. Maybe it was those blue eyes. Her annoyance at 
Rafael evaporated, as well. Yeah, I suppose I did. Where is he? 

Hes next door with Julian and Aanu. 
Aanus awake? 
No. Not even close. 
A shadow passed through Luciens eyes, and she wondered, not 
for the first time, what Aanu must be going through right now. Enough 
to warrant Luciens concern, certainly. She hated to think what it must 
be like to come back from a pile of bones. She wasnt even sure she, 
as an ordinary, run-of-the-mill vampire, could do it. That kind of destruction 
would probably kill her permanently. 
Do you think hell be okay? she ventured. 
Eventually. He stepped into the hallway, holding the door open 
so she could follow. Lets go. You can apologize to Rafael. 
I will not. 
Lucien only smiled. 
Rafael looked up as they entered the other hospital room, but the 
expression on his face held more fear than contrition. Good. He should 
be afraid of her. 
Hey, he said. You okay? 
For the most part. 
Sorry about the lamp. 
She shrugged. Sorry about the rock. And the kidnappingyou 
know, all that jazz. 
His lopsided smile appealed to her. Would you like to talk? 
Sure. With a glance at Lucien, who was smiling, she backed 
toward the door. Follow me. I know a place where we wont be 
interrupted by these ancient, all-powerful geeks. 
Shed found the little cavern a few years ago, in a bend of a 
tunnel off a side-corridor that branched into a little-used area of the 
Underground. She had no doubt Julian knew about ithe seemed to 
know a great dealbut hed never interrupted her when she was there. 
Maybe he understood that she only went there when she needed to be 
alone. There were several such niches and crevices throughout the 
Underground, with various vampires laying claim to them as their private 
thinking places. 
She led Rafael toward her own secret alcove. He looked around 
at the corridors as they wound their way deeper into the complex. 
Occasionally they passed other vampires. One, who had the appearance 
of a ten-year-old boy with odd, mud-colored skin and dark brown, 
curly hair, gave Sasha a smile as they went by. Rafael eyed him reflec

tively. 
Thats Daniel, said Sasha. Hes about five hundred years old. 
Thats just not right. 
I know. Here, this way. They started along the first branch off 
the main corridor. It had a steepish downward slant. Dr. Greenes 
working on some kind of procedure to make the Children mortal again. 
She looked over her shoulder, judging Rafaels reaction. He was 
frowning. 
We dont have kids, he said. 
No one ever Turns kids in Ialdaboths enclave? 
No, wetheyTurn them all the time. But as far as I know, 
none of them has ever lived through the initiation phases. He spoke in 
a near-monotone, as if dissociating himself from his own words. 
So they Turn the kids just so they can kill them? 
He shook his head. Its bad over there. I hated it. You did me a 
favor, braining me with that rock. 
She wasnt sure what to say to that, so she said nothing. Neither 
did Rafael. They continued in silence until, finally, they took the last 
bend of the last narrow corridor and Sasha led the way into her small 
cavern. It was big enough for them to sit comfortably, with a few feet 
between them, but they both had to duck under the low entryway. 
This is nice, Rafael said, looking around. The cavern had rough, 
unfinished walls, and some of the bumps sparkled with embedded quartz. 
A small stalactite had begun in a concavity in the ceiling. 
Its quiet, she said, settling herself in her usual sitting-spot. The 
darkness, impenetrable to human eyes, presented no challenge to vampiric 
senses. 
Rafael settled cross-legged against the opposite wall. So what 
about this bunch of brats theyre trying to make mortal again? 
Theyre not brats, she said. And we dont think of them as 
being kids anymore, either. Theyre the Childrena special group. 
He shrugged. Okay, if you say so. But what about this procedure 
for un-Turning them? What do you know about it? 
The question surprised her. As far as I know, the doctors still 
working on it. We dont even know for sure if its possible. Why? 
Just curious. It seems like a good thing to do. 
Yeah. I feel bad for all the kids. Weve got about twenty-five of 
them, and most of them have been through hell. 
He studied her curiously. You spend a lot of time with them? 
Technically, Im one of them. She smiled at his surprise. I was 

sixteen when I was Turned. I didnt choose it. 
Neither did I. I was seventeen. He folded his hands, settling 
them against his crossed anklesgood hands, well-shaped and with a 
certain grace to the way the fingers moved. Why did you drag me out 
of Romania? 
She tilted her head, at a loss for an answer. Would you believe it 
was because I thought you were cute? 
He laughed. Yeah. From you, Id believe it. 
Whats that supposed to mean? Her offended tone was mostly 
feigned. 
It means I find you a little hard to follow. 
I like the sound of that. 
So what do you say? Friends? 
He held out a hand, but she didnt take it. Instead she looked at it, 
considering. I like to make up with a little more than a handshake. 
Kiss and make up? 
Thats a start. 
He leaned toward her, and she was shocked to realize she was 
genuinely nervous. Why? In three hundred years shed slept with more 
men than she could possibly count. Why should this one be any different? 
Because he just was. And she couldnt come up with any better 
answer as her lips met his and she found herself involved in a careful, 
chaste kiss instead of the passionate tongue-tangle shed intended to 
initiate. And that careful, chaste kiss sent heat through her body more 
intense than anything shed ever experienced from a kiss from any 
other man. 
She backed up, just a little, and looked into his dark eyes. Can 
you answer one thing for me? 
Yes. The breath of his answer fluttered against her lips. 
Do you have any desire whatsoever to go back to Romania? 
Back to Ialdaboth? 
No. 
She smiled. Good, she said, and kissed him again. 

Two 
They talked for a while longer, about nothing in particular. Sasha 
had a strange urge to unload her heart to Rafael, tell him everything 
shed experienced in her long, not necessarily happy un-life. But the 
urge frightened her as much as it drove her, so she held back. They 
talked about music, movies, books, and for the first time ever Sasha 
had some sense of what it might be like to be a modern teenager. They 
faked it pretty well, she thought, considering he was technically twenty-
one and she was three hundred and sixteen. 
After a while she grew tired of the darkness in the cavern and 
offered to take him to her room. The look he gave her made her dizzy. 
In spite of everything, he wanted her. 
How close is it to daylight? he asked as they headed back up 
the long corridors. 
A few hours yet. Cant you tell? 
He shook his head. Im jet-lagged or something. I think Im still 
on Romanian time. 
She laughed, amused by the idea. The nights are still pretty long 
here. Not as long as in Romania, but we have some time. 
Good. 
Leading him into her room, she seemed to see it for the first time, 
and wished shed cleaned up before inviting him in. There were bits of 
things everywherepaper and wire, hemp cord, glass beads, stubby 
pencilsall remnants of projects shed started and never quite finished. 
Inspired by conversations with Dina, shed gotten the idea she 
could design jewelry for one of Vivians profit-making ventures, but too 
often in the middle of a project she got distracted by something else. 
The TV was a huge culprit. It continued to fascinate her, because 
some part of her three century-old brain simply couldnt comprehend 
it. 
Rafael didnt seem interested in the condition of her room, though. 
He closed the door behind him, watching her. She recognized the heat 
in his eyes and her body responded, tingling. 
But for the first time in recent memory, she was having doubts 
about falling into bed with a man. As he reached for her she shrugged 

away, almost without realizing shed done it. 
He frowned, looking hurt. What? 
I dont know. I think I think maybe I like you too much to just 
jump into bed with you. 
He quirked an eyebrow. Even though I clocked you with the 
lamp? 
Maybe because you clocked me with the lamp. 
Im flattered. He reached for her again. She held still this time 
and he ran a finger gently down her face. His expression told her he 
was struggling with something. Finally he spoke again, his voice soft 
and halting. 
I was a virgin when Brigitte Turned me. She taught me everything 
I needed to know to make a woman crazy in bed, but I cant say 
I ever really enjoyed it. I was her personal whore, basically. 
His fingers trailed from her face down her throat, feather light. 
She wondered again why shed decided to knock him on the head and 
drag him across the ocean. Had she sensed what they both were feeling 
now? Had she somehow known he wanted out? 
Ive often wondered, he went on, his voice rumbling barely 
above a whisper, what its like to make love to a woman I actually 
want to be with. 
I would be . . . the first? 
Yes. 
Now Im flattered. 
He smiled. His fingers had paused at the point of the V in the 
neckline of her sweater. I like you, he said. Plus I get the feeling 
you might just know what youre doing. 
She grinned. You calling me a slut? 
Just acknowledging the fact youre about two hundred years 
older than I am. 
More than that. 
I was told to always underestimate a womans age. 
Good policy. 
He took his hand away, looking into her eyes. He had lowered 
something, some guard or wall hed been maintaining, and she saw 
new depths in him. Pain, mostly, and threads of fear. Vulnerability above 
all. His openness made her feel vulnerable, as well. 
Would you do this for me? he said, and for a moment she could 
almost swear he was afraid of her. 
Yes, she said, and then suddenly had no idea what to do next. 

Nothing like an emotional preamble to make sex awkward, 
she thought. Shed never before felt this uncomfortable in this situation. 
But to her surpriseand reliefhe took over. Leaning forward, 
he touched his lips to hers, moved his mouth gently, as if experimenting 
with an action utterly new to him. She responded, moaning softly in the 
back of her throat. She felt as if she were about to cry. She felt almost 
like a virgin. Not that she remembered what that felt like. 
She reached toward him, hoping to draw him closer, but he caught 
her hands. Id like to be in charge here, thank you very much. 
She grinned. Are you sure? 
Absolutely. I mean, if thats okay with you. 
Its perfectly okay with me. 
He kissed her again, harder this time, then bent and lifted her in 
his arms. Laughing, he tumbled her onto the bed, landing half on top of 
her. His fingers found the tail of her sweater and peeled it off her, 
pulled the cups of her bra out of the way so he could suckle her breasts. 
He was going too fast, but she couldnt fault his enthusiasm. And 
once hed gotten a taste of her, he slowed down a little, sampling her 
skin an inch at a time while she writhed under him. He maneuvered her 
out of the rest of her clothes, but when she reached for his shirt buttons 
he pushed her hands away. Im in charge, remember. For a while, at 
least. 
Sorry. You may have to remind me a few times. 
Brigitte always 
She laid a finger against his lips. Dont talk about her. This is for 
you and me. 
All right. 
He kissed her again, thoroughly exploring her mouth. She let him 
take the lead, restraining herself when necessary, but it wasnt long 
before they were both so involved that it didnt matter who initiated 
what. 
He hadnt exaggerated when hed said he knew how to make a 
woman crazy in bed. He used his fingers and his mouth on her until she 
was nearly weeping in ecstasy. And when he pressed inside her, hard 
and deep, he drove her even higher, withholding his own climax until 
she had shuddered to pieces twice beneath him. 
To her surprise, then, he started to pull out. She was certain he 
hadnt finished. She grasped his buttocks, stopping him. 
Dont stop, she said. 

He stared down at her, his glazed-over eyes telling her that he 
hadnt been consciously aware of what hed done. It took a few moments 
for her words to sink in, then the glaze changed to the intense, 
mindless look she was accustomed to seeing as he let his body take 
over, driving himself into her again and again, until he climaxed with a 
soul-deep moan. 
Oh, God, he breathed, sagging above her, propped on trembling 
arms. 
She shifted under him, touched his shoulder to urge him down 
next to her. She curled her body into his arms, and he cradled her close, 
trembling. She couldnt tell if it was the aftershock of his orgasm, or if 
he was trying not to cry. 
Are you all right? Her voice came soft, barely more than a 
murmur. 
He nodded. Its never felt like that before. Its never been that 
good. Thank you. 
Smiling, she kissed him gently on the forehead. Youre welcome. 
They lay curled together for a time, then Rafael sat up, rubbing 
his hands over his face. He had been crying, she was surprised to 
discover. His show of vulnerability touched her. 
Apparently hed had enough of it, though, because he pointed at 
the TV. 
You get a signal down here? 
She shrugged. Sometimes. Nicholas spliced into a cable feed 
somewhere above ground for me. The pictures crap most of the time, 
when its there at all. Mostly I watch DVDs. 
Wow. Where do you get them? 
Different places. I buy them here and there, or rent them. She 
grinned, pointing to a stack of discs next to the chest of drawers. Those 
are all from Blockbuster. Good luck to them, trying to collect late fees. 
He laughed. They must totally hate you. 
I keep forging new membership numbers so they dont know its 
me. Plus I can put the whammy on them pretty good. She lowered 
her voice, imitating the vibrations of compulsion. Give me three copies 
of Gladiator. Im never bringing them back. 
Chuckling and naked, he wandered to the pile of DVDs, glancing 
through the titles, then looked at a similar stack of music CDs that 
leaned precariously nearby. I never had much of my own stuff. Wasnt 
allowed. We had to sneak stuff in or sneak out to find it. 
Ialdaboth runs a tight ship, huh? 

Very. One of my friends got his hands chopped off for smuggling 
in old Eagles albums. 
She winced. Didnt they grow back overnight? 
He nodded. He had a standing appointment. Hand removal every 
night at dusk for three months. 
Sasha shuddered. How did you put up with that place? 
Not very well. He gave her an apologetic look. I guess that 
shot the romantic mood all to hell. 
It wasnt exactly romantic. More like plain lust. She grinned 
wryly. But, yeah, kind of. 
Sorry. 
He joined her on the bed and put an arm around her. Should we 
watch a movie and cuddle? We could act like mortals for a couple of 
hours. 
That sounds nice, she said, though she wasnt sure why. Not 
long ago she would have sworn that was about the last thing she would 
ever want to do with a man. Pick a flick. 
His choice surprised her, as had many other things about him, and 
they were a half-hour into My Best Friends Wedding when someone 
knocked on the door. 
Shit, said Sasha. 
Ill get it. Rafael hit the pause button on the DVD player and 
went to the door. 
It was Dr. Greene. Sasha peered around Rafael to see him standing 
in the hallway. He was wearing his white lab coat and a concerned 
expression. 
Whats up? Rafael asked. 
Ive been doing some work in the lab, the doctor said. I need 
to talk to both of you. 
Sasha followed Rafael to Dr. Greenes office. Julian was waiting 
for them, sober, performing complex finger gymnastics with a stubby 
pencil. He said nothing, though, letting Dr. Greene run the show. 
Ive been performing these experiments at Julians request, Dr. 
Greene explained to Rafael, who nodded. 
Sasha told me something about it. It sounds like a good idea. 
Yes. Anyway, it looks like Ive found the right combination of 
elements. Im not sure how it works, exactly, but Ive gotten a significant 
sample of juvenile vampiric blood to return to a normal, human 
state. 

Sasha glanced at Julian. His expression told her nothing. He 
twiddled the pencil in and out, around and between his fingers. That 
guy should have never stopped smoking, she thought. 
Dr. Greene passed around a sheet of paper with color pictures of 
blood cells in two different squares. The blood cells in the left-hand 
square were thinner and sparser than those in the right-hand square. 
Sasha skimmed the text below the pictures, but it was all in medicalese 
and made no sense to her. 
What does this have to do with us? she asked. 
To put it bluntly, Julian said, we need a guinea pig. 
Sasha blinked. But this is just for the kids. The little kids. Like 
Daniel. 
Yes, but I dont want the doctor to test the procedure on the 
younger Children. 
Daniels, like, two hundred years older than I am, Sasha protested. 
Yes, but hes a ten-year-old, psychologically, Dr. Greene put in. 
Ive spoken with him, as well as several of the other younger Children, 
and I dont think any of them would be suitable candidates for 
this phase of the testing. 
Sasha narrowed her eyes at him. Because it might not work? 
Partially, yes. But also because I dont think any of them are 
prepared to comprehend what a return to mortality would mean. They 
werent mortal long enough to remember, so many years later, what it 
was like. 
Julian switched the pencil to his left hand, which, Sasha noted, 
was nearly as nimble as the right. You two were Turned as teenagers, 
he said. You can remember mortality. Thus youre capable of 
making an informed decision. 
Rafael looked flummoxed. I thought . . . I mean, I was assuming 
that in order for this to work, the vampire would have to have been Turned 
before puberty. 
Dr. Greene nodded. I was working on that assumption, too. But 
it appears thats not the case. It has more to do with achievement of 
adult growth. I need to do some tests on both of you, but I have a 
feeling youll both be eligible. 
What kind of tests? Sasha asked. 
X-rays. Quick and painless. 
She crossed her arms firmly over her chest. What if I dont want 
to be mortal again? The thought, quite frankly, repulsed her. She liked 

her power, her strength. She liked knowing she would never have to 
die. 
Then you dont have to participate, said Julian, balancing the 
pencil on the backs of his knuckles. 
She stood. Lets go, Rafael. I dont want anything to do with 
this. 
But Rafael remained in his chair, looking not at Sasha, but at the 
doctor. Ill take the tests, he said quietly. If Im eligible, count me 
in. 
Mortal again. Rafael could barely bend his brain around the concept. 
But having been Turned only four years ago, he had no trouble 
remembering what being alive was like. It hadnt been that long ago. 
He remembered the sun especially, heat and light on his skin. And 
suddenly he remembered what pancakes tasted likeremembered so 
vividly it made his mouth water. 
But Sasha was staring at him as if hed completely lost his mind. 
Are you nuts? Do you remember what mortality means? It means 
you die. 
He frowned at her, the ghost-flavor of maple syrup still lingering 
on his tongue. Yeah. Generally. Whats your point? 
My point is youre an idiot. She stormed out of the room, slamming 
the door behind her. 
Dr. Greene blinked at the reverberation. Id say that was a no. 
How long before we know for sure? If were eligible, I mean? 
Rafael asked. He couldnt worry about Sashas reaction, not with this 
huge, beautiful possibility looming in front of him. 
A couple of days, said the doctor. Ill get back to you. 
Rafael nodded. A couple of days. It seemed, suddenly, like a lifetime. 
He lay in bed just before dawn, thinking about it. At least he didnt 
have to worry about it keeping him awake. As soon as the sun rose, 
hed be asleep, regardless of what preyed on his mind. There was no 
such thing as vampire insomnia. 
He didnt want to spend too much time obsessing about it, though. 
So he turned his mind to the other thing Julian had asked him about 
the litany. 
Brigitte had said it every morning just before daylight. Rafael knew 
it was a secret thing, something only the privileged few were supposed 
to know. This was precisely the reason hed paid attention to it, since, 

otherwise, it had seemed like so much gibberish. But he wasnt supposed 
to know it, so of course hed done his best to eavesdrop. 
The one who feeds on life. What the hell did that mean? And 
what was the next line? The one who feeds on life holds power 
beyond the one who eats death. Bring the First Ones. Feed. 
That couldnt be all of it. It was too short, and it made no sense. 
But that was all he remembered. 
Ah, there was the sun. Weariness pulled him under in a deep, soft 
flood. 

Three 
He spoke to Julian the next evening. 
The Undergrounds leader laboriously transcribed the brief, practically 
nonsensical words, then laid the piece of paper on his desk and 
frowned at it. Thinking, Rafael supposed. 
After several minutes, Julian raised his head and looked at him. 
You and Sasha have been staying fairly close to home, I hope? he 
said. 
Rafael gave a one-shouldered shrug. Yeah, I guess. The farthest 
theyd strayed was Sashas thinking place, and there hed still 
been able to sense the thick layers of ancient magic that kept the Underground 
camouflaged. Even Ialdaboths inner sanctums werent as 
well-warded as this place. 
Julian gave him a dubious look. Well, if you have been wandering, 
I suggest you stop. A couple of our people went to Atlantic City 
night before last and havent come back. 
Rafaels stomach clenched. An overreaction, surely. Atlantic 
Citys a long way from here. Anything could have happened. 
Its not that far, but youre right, Julian said. It could have been 
anything. Traffic, sunlight, the frigging Jersey Devil for all I know. Maybe 
theyre still down there whoring. But it wont hurt you to be careful. 
How well protected are we here? 
Very. But the protection Ive been able to provide for the others 
may be less effective for you because of your blood ties to Ialdaboth. 
Lilith was tracked herethey might be able to find you, too. 
So its best to stay under the city, Rafael concluded. 
Julian nodded. Yes. Most of Manhattan is fairly safe for most of 
usthe magic leaks upward, through the ground, and scrambles any 
interlopers sensing abilities pretty thoroughly. Still, if I were you, Id be 
especially cautious. If you have no need to go to the surface, dont. 
Rafael didnt even consider objecting. He had no desire to skulk 
around Manhattan looking for victims, anyway. Especially if there was 
any risk of being discovered by Ialdaboths minions. Ill keep that in 
mind, he said. 
Good. Julian gave him a vague smile. Thanks for your help. 

You can go now. 
Relieved at the abrupt dismissalhe still felt unsettled around 
vampiric authority figuresRafael made his way to the hospital wing. 
He let himself into Aanus room and stood next to the strange, silver 
hyperbaric chamber where lay the bones hed unwittingly guarded for 
six months, day in and day out, doing what he was told, to keep from 
being killed. 
Except they werent bones anymore. The body was almost completely 
healed. Muscles had formed, filling in the outlines of a large, 
strong body. Yesterday hed sat for three hours watching lungs build, 
layer by layer. Today they were covered by a thin layer of muscle and 
connective tissue that bound the ribs together. If he stood at the front 
window of the chamber, he could see the heart beating. Aanus heart. 
That was this bodysthis mansname. 
What would it be like for him, coming back to life after four thousand 
years? Would he be able to remember how to walk? How to 
speak? How to breathe? What did it feel like, being remade layer by 
layer? 
What would it feel like to be mortal again? 
Rafael could understand Sashas reaction. Shed been a vampire 
for three centuries, and in spite of Dr. Greenes assumptions that she 
remembered what it was like to be mortal, Rafael doubted she really 
did. Plus she seemed to enjoy being a vampire. That was fine, he supposed, 
if you could find a way to make peace with the darker aspects 
of the lifestyle. Hed never been able to do that, maybe because hed 
had the misfortune of being Turned by one of Ialdaboths followers. He 
had a feeling, though, that it wouldnt have mattered who Turned him. 
Hed never be totally at peace with vampire-ness no matter the circumstances. 
Something changed inside the hyperbaric chamber. Rafael blinked, 
not sure at first what it was, then realized he couldnt see the beating 
heart anymore. Another layer of muscle had finished forming over 
Aanus ribcage. It wouldnt be long, he figured, until skin started to 
grow. He wondered how long it would be before Aanu woke up. If he 
woke up. 
How is he? 
The voice startled him. A womans voice. Brigitte. She was ready 
for him. Ready to hurt him. Old reflexes kicked in, and he spun around, 
hands crossed at the wrist protectively in front of him. Then, abruptly, 
he dropped them to his sides, embarrassed. It was only Sasha. He 

hadnt seen her since shed stormed out of Dr. Greenes office the 
previous night. Strangely, hed missed her. He shifted, looking everywhere 
but directly at her. 
She frowned. Are you all right? 
Fine. He gestured weakly toward the silver chamber. Hes . . . I 
dont know. How do you tell? He doesnt have any skin yet. 
Sasha walked up and looked in one of the small round windows. 
Wow. He looks a hell of a lot further along than he did yesterday. 
Rafael nodded. I wonder what hell say, first thing when he wakes 
up? 
No telling. It wont be English, though. 
He hadnt thought of that. But of course, the guy had been dead 
for four thousand years. What languages would he know? Some ancient 
Egyptian or Babylonian tongue? Would there be anybody here 
who could talk to him? 
Where were you born? he asked her suddenly, not sure why he 
wanted to know. 
Belarus, I think they call it now, she said. She touched his elbow, 
hesitant. It was as if she barely knew him. Certainly she wasnt 
acting as if theyd been cavorting naked not that long ago. Im sorry. 
For what? 
For shutting you out. I shouldnt have. 
He shrugged. Why not? We barely know each other. 
Maybe thats part of the problem. She backed toward the door. 
Come with me. Please? 
Are you going to hit me in the head with anything? 
She smiled. Only if you dont come. 
What the hell, its not like I have anything better to do. 
She took him again to the quiet cave. He could tell she had something 
on her mind. He hadnt known her that long, but it had been long 
enough to know her silence wasnt typical. She liked to talk, to rib him 
and play verbal games. There was none of that now. 
Instead, leaning against the cave wall, she said quietly, not quite 
looking at him, If you go through with this, you wont see me again. 
I dont understand. Why? 
Her lip curled disdainfully, but there were tears in her eyes. I 
dont consort with mortals. 
Ill still be the same person. 
No, you wont. Youll be human. She blinked and looked away 
from him. Youll be out in the sun, eating whatever the hell it is they 

eat these days. And youll die. 
Not right away. At least, thats not the plan. 
Its never the plan. But it doesnt really matter, does it? You will 
grow old and you will die. Her voice had gone thin-edged and bitter, 
with a trace of an accent Rafael didnt recognize and had never heard 
her use before. I will not. Ever. 
There were, of course, any number of ways a vampire could die, 
but this didnt seem like the time to point that out. On the other hand, 
hed learned a few things in the short time hed been in the Underground 
that did seem worth noting. There are several human/vampire 
couples around here. Dr. Greene and Lilith, for instance. They seem to 
be doing okay. 
That is their decision. Her accent thickened, as did her voice. 
It will never be mine. 
It seemed, then, that there was little he could do. Shed obviously 
made up her mind. He turned away and started to leave the small 
chamber, then suddenly remembered. 
This wasnt Brigitte. He could question her. Challenge her, even. 
He turned around. You would give up that easily? 
Her chin lifted. Dont question me. Ive been around a lot longer 
than you have. 
Dont pull that shit with me. Youre scared. 
She sniffed. Of what? 
Of hurting. If Im mortal, eventually Ill dieI understand that 
whether I get hit by a bus, or come down with the Ebola virus, or die in 
my sleep when Im a hundred and twelve. And youll still be exactly 
what you are now. 
Ive been through it before. I dont want to go through it again. 
So, yes, maybe I am afraid. But for good reason. 
She was right, in a way. She had been around a lot longer than he 
had. He couldnt conceive what it would be like to watch someone he 
loved age and die in front of him, while he remained unchanged. He 
hadnt been a vampire long enough to have experienced that. Maybe 
he hadnt been a vampire long enough to fully appreciate the consequences 
of his decision. 
That didnt change one fact, thoughthe single fact that he could 
be sure of and that he didnt need a century of vampiric life to understand. 
Thats too bad, he said, moving toward the door. Because I 
think we could have had something. Something really good. 

A tear had escaped and rolled down her face. Yes. And we still 
could, if you just dont do this. 
Im sorry, Sasha. I have to. Maybe theres no way you can understand, 
but I have to. 
He couldnt look at her anymore, couldnt bear to see the pain on 
her face. He turned his back on her and left her there. 
* * * 
Based on the X-rays, Id say youre an excellent candidate. Dr. 
Greene pointed at the X-rays hed hung on the viewing light set into the 
wall. Based on the development of your femurs, you would have grown 
a few more inches if youd been left to your own devices. 
Rafael looked at the pictures of his leg bones. Huh, was all he 
could think of to say. It was strange to have this, too, added to the list of 
injustices committed against him. Brigitte had abducted him, Turned 
him against his will, made him her sex slave, and on top of all that, 
shed stunted his growth. 
The doctor continued. Ill want to monitor you throughout the 
process to be sure there are no problems and also to record exactly 
what happens during your transformation. Information we can gain 
from you will be vital in administering and regulating the treatment 
when we use it on the Children. 
So . . . Rafael hesitated. This procedure hasnt been tested at 
all? 
Only under laboratory conditions. Theres really no other way. 
Its not possible to, say, turn a lab rat into a vamp-rat and then change 
it back. 
So Im the vamp-rat. 
Dr. Greene unclipped the X-rays from the lighted screen. Im 
afraid so. 
What are the chances this procedure will kill me? 
Based on my trials, extremely low. 
And if your trials are wrong? 
The doctor shrugged his shoulders. I dont know. Ill be honest 
with you, thoughthis isnt risk-free. Its one of the reasons I wanted 
to try it with an older subject first. 
Rafael nodded. I get it. He looked at the X-rays, now dark and 
unreadable in the doctors hands. Do I have to decide right now? 
No. Think about it a little longer if you have to. 
Rafael stood. Has Sasha talked to you at all? 

No. She had no desire to participate. She wouldnt even come in 
for the X-rays. He paused, studying Rafaels face. Does that have 
something to do with your own hesitation? 
A little. He shrugged. You know how it can be. 
The doctor gave him a wry grin. Yeah, I do. 
I just need to talk to her, is all. Rafael wasnt sure why he felt 
such a need to justify himself. 
Take your time. 
Still, he felt odd about leaving, as if he owed the doctor more of an 
explanation. 
But he didnt. He didnt owe anybody anythingexcept Sasha 
for dragging him out of Ialdaboths hellhole. And even her . . . well, he 
owed her his life, but not eternity. No, he had to decide what he wanted, 
not what might be good for the Children or Dr. Greene or anybody 
else. 
He left the doctors office and went to Sashas room, knocked on 
her closed door. 
She opened it, looked at him, and let him in. 
Sasha, he began, but she cut him off with her mouth on his, 
kissing him hard and deep while her hands pulled open his jeans. 
There was no fighting her. Well, he could haveshe wasnt 
Brigittebut he had no desire to. She dragged him toward the bed and 
pulled him down onto it, dragging his jeans half off him. Before he quite 
knew what was happening, she was on top of him and sliding him 
inside her, her sex clenching hard on his shaft. He could do little but 
respond. 
She took him to the edge and then stopped. When one move would 
have meant his climax, she held utterly still. Somehow she knew the 
moment when he had moved back from the inevitable, for that was the 
moment when she slid off him. She took his hand in hers and pressed it 
into her own heat. 
Her arousal stoked his, as he slid his fingers into her. She was 
slick with desire. He wanted inside her again, but she wouldnt let him. 
Instead she held herself over him while he worked her to the peak and 
over it, until she came tumbling down with tears in her eyes, her body 
shivering with aftershocks. 
Now? he whispered. She nodded. He rolled her over, under 
him, and buried himself in her again. 
He knew, suddenly, as he thrust his way to release, that this was 
the last time. He didnt know why shed pulled him in here, but he did 

know, in a moment of sudden, unexpected clarity, what he would tell 
Dr. Greene. 
Thoughts dissipated as he plunged inside one last time. His brain 
emptied as his body did, as he filled her. 
Drained, satiated, he sagged over her. She looked into his eyes. 
Dont do it, she said. Dont take this away from us. 
Hed suspected as much. It had been a bribe of sorts, a practical 
demonstration of what she would so stubbornly insist on taking from 
him if he followed this path. The path hed finally realized was the one 
single thing he most wanted right now in what passed for his existence. 
More than love, more than sex, more even than her, he wanted 
life. If she couldnt accept that, then there had never been anything 
more between them than thisthis sweat and heat and raw satiation 
of flesh. 
His arousal faded, and he rolled away from her, groping for his 
jeans, which were somewhere on the floor. 
Im sorry, he said. But I have to do it. 
He pulled his jeans on, found his shirt and shoes, and left. He 
didnt even look back to see if she was crying. Because if she was, he 
couldnt bear it. 

Four 
He left her, left the corridors where she slept, left the Underground 
altogether. He would stay in Manhattan, since Julian had said it 
was relatively safe. The danger didnt really matter to him nowhe 
needed to make one last excursion as a vampire. Just to be sure. 
Outside on the street he cloaked himself as Brigitte had taught 
him, disguising his presence from the mortals around him. Hed never 
been very good at it. Other vampires could slide noiselessly through 
crowds, unseen, unsensed. Where he passed, he left behind whispers 
of, What was that? Did you see something? I thought I heard 
something. 
He was a terrible, lousy, awful vampire. How could Sasha begrudge 
him the chance to reclaim the life that had been taken from 
him? 
Maybe she was afraid of more than his death. Maybe she was 
afraid that she herself would kill him. But he didnt think so. Shed had 
human lovers before, shed said. So she knew something about balancing 
that kind of relationship. She was just afraid to watch him grow old 
and die. No more than that. 
He had to forgive her. If he truly loved herand he was almost 
certain he didhe had to accept her fear as part of her and let her go. 
He forced his thoughts away from Sasha and focused on other 
things. He wanted to use the time to make up his mind. He wanted to 
experience exactly what it meant to be a vampire during these hours, 
to be certain he could give it up. The poweror the potential for it 
the heightened senses, the things about it that were beautiful. 
There were colors in the darkness hed never seen as a mortal. 
Deep, glowing indigoes. Reds so dark they approached black. Gorgeous, 
velvety blacks with blue, green, orange undertones. There was 
a particular shade of red that surrounded mortals in the dark, outlining 
them and pulsing with their heartbeats. He stood in the best vampiric 
silence he could muster and simply watched this for a time, imprinting 
the sight on his memory. 
This, he decided after a time, was the only thing he would miss. 
The colors. But there were other colors, colors of sun and daylight, that 

were as beautiful and intense as these could ever be. 
Just before dawn began to creep in, he realized he was hungry. 
He wondered why he hadnt noticed earlier when it was clawing so 
insistently in his stomach. 
Blood. He needed blood. Hed had a couple of plasma drinks 
before hed left the Underground, but that stuff didnt stick with him 
very well. He needed fresh, hot blood, to flow, copious and coppery, 
down his throat, to fill his dead veins. 
He sat very still, watching the mortals. They would provide more 
than enough. A bit from the man, a bit from the woman, not enough to 
distress either of them. In spite of his training by the Dark Children, he 
had enough control for that. He didnt have to kill to feed. 
He should try it, one last time, just to be sure. Maybe it really 
wasnt that bad. Maybe it was a reasonable trade for immortality. For 
power. For the colors. 
But no. He didnt need to explore that possibility. He already knew 
where it led. 
Time to go back. He could take a shortcut through Vivians house 
and pick up more plasma on the way. 
He woke that evening starving for blood. Hed taken a couple of 
extra plasma bottles yesterday, and they were ready for him, on the 
table next to his bed. He drank them quickly, then dressed and got out 
of bed. 
He knocked once on Dr. Greenes door, waited, then knocked 
again. The doctors bleariness when he opened the door confirmed 
Rafaels belated realization that he should have quit after the first attempt. 
When can we start? he said. 
The doctor smiled sleepily. Give me a few minutes. 
As he was closing the door, Rafael glimpsed, in the room beyond, 
the slim figure of a woman with long, near-white hair. She wore only a 
pink, filmy nightgown. Lilith. The human doctors vampire lover. For a 
split second, a twinge of pain, a thought of Sasha, weakened his resolve. 
The remaining taste of the plasma in his mouth strengthened it. 
Dr. Greene reappeared a few minutes later, dressed and with his 
glasses in place. 
Sorry about the timing, Rafael said. 
You ought to be, Dr. Greene replied. 
The response surprised Rafael, but when he lifted his eyebrows, 

Dr. Green said, Its okay. Im kidding. Vampire girlfriends arent much 
for cuddling first thing when they wake up, anyway. They really, really 
need to eat first. 
Rafael felt too awkward to laugh, but managed a vague chuckle. 
There was that twinge again. 
Dr. Greene cocked an eyebrow at him. You okay? 
Yeah, Im fine. Lets get this over with. 
Stretched out on a hospital bed in a room a few doors down from 
Dr. Greenes bedroom, Rafael finally began to feel calm. Strange, because 
logically this was when he figured he should start getting nervous. 
Ive been experimenting with some different delivery systems, 
the doctor was saying as he took an IV bag out of the small refrigerator. 
In the past, Ive trusted the natural approachfangs and suc-
tionbut my interviews with the Children made me pursue alternate 
methods. 
Why? 
Too much drama and trauma. The doctor grinned. Theyre 
kids. I wanted something a little less . . . scary. 
Theyre vampires, Rafael reminded him. Some of them have 
been vampires for hundreds of years. I hardly think an exchange of 
blood is going to traumatize them. 
Yes, they are vampires. But theyre also children. I did some 
extensive interviews with the oldest of the lotDaniel and Treva 
and I discovered some very interesting trends. 
Rafael wasnt sure he really wanted to hear a report on the doctors 
research. But Dr. Greene seemed determined to ramble on about it, so 
he asked, What kinds of interesting trends? 
Neither of them remember being Made. The process has been 
totally blanked from their memories. Also, although I know they must 
have killed at some point to stay alive, neither of them remember any 
such incidents. In fact, they were hard-pressed to remember their last 
meal. 
Against his better judgment, Rafael found himself becoming curious. 
Whys that? 
The human mind is a fascinating thing, particularly with regard to 
memory. Now, Im no psychiatrist, but I did a great deal of research 
pertaining to this project. I wanted to be sure I had some idea of what 
might be going on in these kids heads before I subjected them to any 

other potential trauma. Anyway, it appears a childs memory functions 
differently from an adults. Its more likely to close out traumas, to 
block them off. The mind of a typical underage vampire has basically 
been wiped of anything traumatic or distasteful, to protect the childs 
psyche. 
So they dont even know theyre vampires? The concept jolted 
him. No wonder Dr. Greene was being so careful. There was a great 
deal more to this than just changing the physiology of the Childrens 
blood. 
In a sense, no, they dont know, the doctor replied. Intellectually, 
maybe. Superficially. But not viscerally. You see, it doesnt matter 
how long theyve been alive, their physical brain development has been 
frozen in time. For five hundred years, Daniel has had the brain of a 
ten-year-old boy, his synapse growth arrested by the fact of his transformation. 
Much like Im stuck in the brain of a seventeen-year-old, Rafael 
said, with a lopsided smile. Perpetually horny. At the doctors laugh, 
he added, Not a lot of my blood goes to my brain, I can tell you that. 
Well, thats a common affliction for men of all ages. The doctor 
had hung the IV bag from a stand and was preparing other appara-
tusneedles and tubes and such that made Rafael uneasy. 
So exactly how does all this work? 
Thats a good question. 
Doc, this does not inspire confidence. 
The doctor grinned. I have a general idea. How much do you 
want explained? 
As much as you like. Im relatively intelligent for a horny seven-
teen-year-old. 
Okay. Dr. Greene was silent for a moment, frowning thoughtfully. 
About two hundred and fifty years ago, Julian ran across a Native 
American shaman. Of a Sioux vintage, as I recall. Generations 
before, a vampire had given the tribes holy man an herb, with instructions 
to pass it on to any vampire they might encounter in the future, as 
he himself lacked the willpower to use it to its full potential. The current 
shaman gave the herb to Julian and told him to smoke it. The stuff 
made it possible for Julian to abstain from human blood. And abstinence 
changed himchanged his blood, his feeding, everything. Now 
he can eat some human food and walk in the sunlight for long periods, 
and he has little need for sleep. He can feed on human energy, much as 
Lucien and Ialdaboth do, but without diminishing that energy in the 

process. 
Most of it had sounded pretty weird, if not impossible, but that last 
bit rang a bell. Hey, Rafael exclaimed. That sounds a little like the 
litany. In a way. 
Yes. Which is why Julian wanted that information from you. To 
tell him about himself. 
So what does this have to do with me? 
The doctor took off his glasses, wiping them carefully on his shirttail 
as he resumed his narrative. The next thing we ran into was Nicholas. 
He had been made by Vivian, whod spent the last century or two 
feeding primarily on cancer victims. We were able to use Julians blood 
in combination with Nicks to cure Dina, Nicks girlfriend, who was 
dying of cancer. 
Rafael laced his fingers together, trying to twiddle his thumbs. 
And this relates to me how? He didnt want to seem impatient or 
ungrateful, but he was having a hard time figuring out how these pieces 
might fit together. 
Dr. Greene smiled a little, as if amused at his impatience. Well, 
inquiring minds want to know, so I started mixing little bits of this blood 
and that blood and ended up with a blood that, when mixed with blood 
out of a vampires veins, brings it to life. He lifted the bag on the IV 
stand. This is one of the components from Nicks blood. Itll cause 
your blood to remain alive instead of dying within twenty-four hours, as 
it normally does. 
Rafael frowned. Thats why we feed every day? To replace the 
blood that dies? 
Right. 
Do most vampires know this, or am I especially ignorant? 
Most vampires dont take the time to think about it. When Julian 
happened upon those herbs, he didnt know they kept his blood alive, 
but that was why he no longer had to feed. And when he transformed, 
that ability became a part of his physiologysomething he could pass 
on to others under certain conditions. The doctor picked up a needle 
and opened the sterile packaging. The combination Im going to use 
on you doesnt work on cancerous cells, but it does work on the blood 
samples I took from the Children, and on the sample I took from you. 
Works how? 
It produces the appropriate transformationturns a finite supply 
of harvested blood, like what you normally keep in your veins, into self-
perpetuating red cells like a normal humans. Wakes up your bone 

marrowall sorts of neat things. 
Rafael watched as the doctor slid the needle into a vein at the 
bend of his elbow, then taped it down and connected it to an IV tube. 
So we start with this, Dr. Greene said. We put this bit of Nicks 
blood into you and see what happens. 
Excuse mesee what happens? I thought you knew what 
you were doing? 
I do. Dr. Greene adjusted the IV bag, twisting the valve to start 
the bags contents moving down the long, clear tube. It was red, but not 
quite blood-red. It had more of a bluish tinge than pure blood would 
have had. Im just not sure how intensive the exposure has to be. If 
introducing this element into your blood isnt enough to convert all of it, 
then Ive got a dialysis machine in the other room we can use. We can 
run all your blood through the machine, wake it up with Nicks blood, 
and put it back into you. 
Why not just do that first? 
Again, Im trying to reduce the trauma as much as possible. If 
this works for you, itll work for the Children and we wont have to 
subject them to that. He picked up his chart and wrote in it. I dont 
worry as much about subjecting you to such things. 
Gee, thanks. Rafael settled his head on the pillow. You got 
anything to read? 
An hour later, unhappy with the results from the straight IV, the 
doctor rolled Rafaels hospital bed down the hall to the dialysis machine. 
Within a few minutes, Rafael understood why theyd tried the 
other procedure first. The dialysis machine was painful, invasive, and 
almost enough to make him give up the idea altogether. 
But it worked. Dr. Greene took samples of the processed blood 
from time to time, scribbled in his chart, and made pleased grunting 
sounds. 
The first round of dialysis lasted five hours. Then Dr. Greene 
showed up with another IV bag. This time the contents were a milky 
white, the bag only half full. 
One more go, he said, and Rafael groaned. 
We cant go back now. If I dont do this stage, youll be dead in 
a week. 
Go ahead, said Rafael. I signed up for the whole thing. 
Dr. Greene nodded. Good man. 
Rafael grimaced. I guess its a good thing weve got a long night 

to work with. 
The second time was worse. He couldnt concentrate well enough 
to read anymore, so he just closed his eyes and tried to think happy 
thoughts. Mostly about Sasha. 
Sasha lingered in the hallway outside Rafaels room. Shed been 
avoiding seeing him most of the evening, but as midnight approached, 
her curiosity got the better of her. 
At least, she kept telling herself it was curiosity. She wanted to 
know if Rafael was all right. Just out of concern for a friend. Nothing 
more than that. 
When Dr. Greene emerged from the room, a frown on his face, 
her heart jumped up to choke her. Involuntarily, she took a step forward. 
Is he all right? 
The doctor looked up at her, still frowning. It seemed to take him 
a moment to orient himself. Hes fine, he finally said. Its just proving 
a bit more difficult than Id hoped. He paused. More painful for 
him. 
Hell be all right, though? 
Yes. Hes got another couple of hours on the dialysis machine, 
then Ill monitor him through the rest of the night, and all day tomorrow. 
Will he sleep tomorrow? She knew the doctor understood the 
real question, the one she didnt want to ask. Will he be a vampire 
tomorrow? 
The doctor smiled a little. He may sleep. He may not. He may 
have to go through one more night of vampiric Sleep, just to heal. Or he 
may sleep naturally. Im really not certain. 
Because youve never done this before. Her voice came out 
more bitter than shed intended. 
No, I havent done this before. But Rafael knows that, and so do 
you. He frowned again, the expression directed this time at her rather 
than at his own thoughts. I understand why you chose not to do this, 
but why do you resent his decision so much? 
She tilted her chin haughtily. I dont think thats any of your damned 
business. 
No, it probably isnt. He glanced at his watch. Do you want 
me to let you know when hes finished? Hed probably like to see 
you. 

No. Taking a backward step, she added, Thanks. Then she 
turned and hurried down the hallway. 
When the doctor finally unhooked him from the dialysis machine, 
Rafael was so exhausted from the constant pain, and so relieved at its 
absence, that he immediately fell asleep. 
Must be daytime, he thought as he drifted away, but it felt different. 
He had a feeling his body knew something his mind didnt. His 
body remembered this kind of sleep. His mind had mostly set those 
memories aside over the past four years. 
He dreamed. Hed been told vampires dreamed from time to time, 
but he hadnt dreamed at all since hed been Turned. The dreams 
made no sense, but he watched them with that strange, half-aware-
ness that came with all ventures into the dream-world. It unnerved him 
at first, enough so that he felt the discomfort in his dream-state. 
Then the colors started, and he could do nothing but sit back and 
enjoy the show. 
He didnt recall ever having dreamt this vividly before. It was as 
if he were making up for the years lost. The dreams had little substance, 
but they shimmered with vibrancy, with streaks and flags of 
almost indescribable color. It was like being inside a kaleidoscope. 
It seemed to go on forever, but eventually he did wake up. With a 
gasp of surprise, he sat bolt upright in the hospital bed. In a chair by the 
wall, Dr. Greene jerked awake. 
Rafael smiled sheepishly. Sorry. 
Its all right. The doctor straightened, rubbing the back of his 
neck. How do you feel? 
Okay. He stretched his arms out wide, folded them against his 
chest. A little achy in the joints, maybe, but otherwise fine. 
The doctor, as usual, went for a needle. I want one more sample, 
just to see how things look. 
Patiently, Rafael sat through the blood draw. With any luck, maybe 
this would be the last one. Dr. Greene took only a small amount of 
blood, then took it to the table at the back of the room, where he put 
some on a slide and slid it under the microscope. 
Looks good, he said after a moment. Turning to give Rafael a 
grin, he added, If I didnt know any better, Id think it was mine. 
A sudden flood of emotion caught Rafael by surprise. He blinked 
a few times. He didnt know if he was about to laugh or cry, but he 
knew there would be tears involved. 

You okay? the doctor asked. 
Yeah. He rubbed his face. No. I meanI just cant believe 
its real. 
Itll take some time to get used to the idea, Im sure. The doctor 
put a friendly hand on his shoulder. Are you hungry? 
Not really. Then it occurred to himhe didnt have to fight his 
hunger anymore. He could be hungry. He could go eat a cheeseburger 
and French fries instead of ripping someones throat open. 
The tears rimmed his lids, hot and heavy. There was no stopping 
them. They slid down his face, but he swallowed the thick sob that 
tried to follow them. Dr. Greene moved his hand along his back, turning 
his friendly touch into a half-embrace. Ive got some chicken soup in 
my room. Want some? 
The sob came up then. There was no stopping it. Around it, Rafael 
managed, Yes. Oh, my God, yes. 
In the hallway, Sasha saw the doctor escort Rafael down the hall. 
Rafael was cryingor rather, trying not to, dashing tears from his 
face. They walked away from her and never saw her. 
Rafael looked different. His skin was pinker, and she could smell 
his blood even from here. Living blood. The kind she could feed on. 
She wheeled and ran the other way, all the way up, through the 
corridors, into the last few hours of darkness. 

Five 
Dr. Greene had leftover pizza, too, and Rafael, not thinking of the 
possible consequences, chose that over the chicken soup. 
Maybe not the best idea, the doctor commented, but as Rafael 
had already stuffed half a slice down his throat, it was too late to do 
anything about it. 
The flavors were incredible. He hadnt tasted anything in four 
years. Tomatoes, pepperoni, bread, cheese, garlic . . . he had just enough 
time to be swept up in the incredible richness before the pizza came 
back up. 
He heaved it into Dr. Greenes toilet, then rinsed out his mouth 
and washed his face. When he returned to the small kitchenette, the 
doctor was holding up a can of chicken noodle soup. 
Are you ready to listen to your doctor now? he said. 
Rafael winced. Yeah, I guess so. 
So he had chicken soup. As he sipped the broth he found the 
same kind of intensity of flavor hed found in the pizza, even though the 
soup was bland and unexciting. At least it would have been to a mortal. 
To his reawakened taste buds it had layers and depths hed never 
imagined. Colors, even. He tried a noodle and the starchy thickness 
lingered on his tongue, too heavy for now. He left the rest of the noodles 
in the bowl. 
The broth stayed down, though it was iffy for a time. He drank 
water with it, suddenly discovering he was unbelievably thirsty. One 
careful sip at a time, he drank nearly a quart of Evian out of Dr. Greenes 
fridge. 
Dont give any of the kids pizza, Rafael suggested. 
Yeah, said the doctor. You should have thought of that. 
Yeah, I guess I should have. He finished off his last water bottle, 
looking longingly at the pizza. Maybe tomorrow. It tasted damned 
good for about five seconds, there. 
Maybe rice tomorrow, said the doctor. I dont think pizza would 
be a good idea for at least a week. 
The quirk of his eyebrow told Rafael that a week was probably a 
generous estimate. Well, hell, whats the point of being mortal if you 

cant eat pizza? 
Dr. Greene smiled. Its two hours until daylight. Care to go for a 
walk? 
Again, Rafael found his throat full of unexpected tears. Yes. 
Yes, I would. 
The beautiful night colors were gone, but of course hed known 
they would be. In their place was just darkness. The night seemed too 
quiet, as well. It took him some time to realize what was missing. Thered 
always been a sort of whispering undercurrent of thought, nothing discernible, 
but a sort of half-sensed, white noise that was as close as 
hed ever come to telepathy. Hed barely realized it was there last 
night, but now he noticed its absence. 
And the blood lust was gone. He could walk among the people on 
the streets without thinking of them as a potential meal. He couldnt 
hear their hearts beating or see their heat in a nimbus around them. 
They were only people. For the first time in a long time the odors of 
skin and perfumes, soap, cotton, wool, and leather, were not drowned 
out by the smell of blood. 
Its incredible, he breathed. 
Youre okay? the doctor asked. 
Yes. Its even better than I remembered it. 
Dr. Greene nodded. I thought it might be overwhelming at first. 
No. Its just . . . He trailed off. I dont know how to describe 
it. He sniffed, feeling tears gather yet again. Maybe the doctor could 
give him something for that. 
Dr. Greene clapped him gently on the shoulder. Its all right. 
So, Rafael ventured, wheres a good place to see the sunrise? 
Sasha careered blindly through the night, anger and despair searing 
her throat. She didnt know how to make them go away. She didnt 
know why they were there. 
She thought about Brendan and Vince, who had never come back 
from Atlantic City, but it was only a fleeting thought. Manhattan reeked 
of Julians wards. She was surprised the humans couldnt smell it, the 
air was so thick. 
Besides, at that moment, she didnt give a shit about Ialdaboths 
minions. Let them come. She would rip them to pieces with her bare 
hands. 

Darkness was her realm. She knew how to move silently through 
it but didnt bother to try, half-running through the crowds with no awareness 
of where she was going. Mortals bounced off her, swearing. She 
made no effort to hide herself. 
Finally she stopped, in a dark place not far from Central Park. 
She could see the park, the people in it even in the night, most of them 
not on honest business. Not at two a.m. She looked at her watch. 
Make that four a.m. Shed have to be careful. Dawn was far too close, 
and she wasnt sure where the nearest entrance to the Underground 
was. 
Clumsy. Why had she let herself get so distracted that shed lost 
her bearings? She wasnt even sure why the rage of emotion had overtaken 
her. 
Or maybe she was sure. Maybe she was damned sure but refused 
to admit it, even to herself. 
He had done it. The stupid bastard. He was mortal now, and there 
was no turning back for either of them. He certainly couldnt become 
a vampire againor could he? Dr. Greene hadnt addressed that question. 
Did it matter? Would it matter to Rafael? 
Probably it wouldnt. He simply had no desire to be anything other 
than a boring, ridiculous, fragile, death-doomed mortal. 
And she still loved him. 
There was no getting around that, no matter how hard she tried. 
She loved the pathetic bastard, and hed made it impossible for either 
of them to do anything about it. 
If she didnt love him, if she just enjoyed rolling around naked with 
him once in a while, it wouldnt be such a problem. She could have 
dealt with his mortality, somehow managed that scenario. They would 
have seen each other now and then, enjoyed the sex. And one day she 
would have come by and found he was too old. She would have sat 
next to him and chatted, perhaps, and that would have been the last 
time she saw him. Or perhaps she would have come by his house, 
looking for him, only to find it empty of all but his spirit, knocking around 
inside the four walls, waiting for her to come say goodbye. 
But even that was overly romantic. Even when she tried to summon 
the image of an intermittent relationship based solely on lust, her 
true emotions leaked through. She loved him, and there was no way 
she could stay with him, now that hed given up his immortality. 
Except it was beginning to look as if there was no way she could 
go on without him. 

How many times had she been in love in her life? She couldnt 
remember. Not because her memory had gone bad, like Luciens, but 
because, in most cases, shed simply chosen to forget. But each carefully 
constructed hole in her memory masked a hole in her heart that 
had never been allowed to heal. She was riddled with them. 
A person could fall in love any number of times in three hundred 
years. A heart could be shattered to pieces equally as many times. 
She couldnt let it happen again. She couldnt bear it. Not with 
Rafael. 
Yet, she thought as she curled up next to a brick wall in the alley, 
there seemed to be no way around it. No matter what she did, she was 
doomed to hurt over this one. 
She sat there for a long time, head pillowed on her knees, trying 
not to think but thinking anyway, about Rafaeland about Gaelin and 
Alexei and Walks-with-the-Wind-at-his-Back. The memories were too 
much to handle all at oncetoo much even one at a timeand she 
wept into her folded arms. No one noticed her, as she huddled in a 
shadow. People walked by her on the sidewalk, many of them two-by-
two. She couldnt bear to look. 
Much later, when she did finally lift her head, her heartache was 
swallowed by cold fear. 
The sky was blue. 
Not cerulean, but indigo. Not quite daylight but so close it made 
her breath come fast. Lost in the awful surge of her emotions, shed 
also lost her awareness of the creeping nearness of the Sleep. She 
could feel it now, dragging at her eyelids, slowing her limbs. She forced 
herself onto the sidewalk, forced herself to run. 
But she couldnt remember where to find the nearest entrance to 
the Underground. It had to be closein that alley? Or that one?but 
her frantic search seemed to take her in circles. 
Finally, as the shadows around her began to fade, she felt it. The 
crazed hammering of her heart slowed and she honed her senses toward 
the soft hum. The doorway wasnt far. 
And then she sensed something else. Mortals. They were following 
her. At least it wasnt vampires, Dark Children come to follow her 
to the Underground or torture the knowledge of its whereabouts out of 
her. 
She had been so careless. Where had her three hundred years of 
experience gotten her tonight? 
Into deep shit, apparently. 

A group of five mortals passed and surrounded her. It was too 
late to slip by them in the near-invisibility she could have mustered had 
she been paying attention. There were too many to put compulsion on. 
She could have overpowered them one by one, but she simply didnt 
have time. 
She ran. Preternatural speed gave her an advantage, and she 
reached the door to the Underground before they did. But the light was 
coming too fast. She could feel it on her skin. A hot itch had begun on 
the back of her hands. 
She found the door and pulled at it. It wouldnt open. 
No, she breathed, too shocked to produce much more than a 
whisper. She grabbed the handle, jerked it, hauled against it with her 
full weight, but it wouldnt budge. Had she come too late? Had they 
locked this access door already? Or was it an abandoned entrance, no 
longer accessible? 
Breathing fast and hard with panic, she turned, putting her back to 
the door. Her five would-be assailants made a line in front of her. Kids. 
Stinking asshole kids. Why couldnt the damned humans raise their 
offspring better? These little shits should have been home eating oatmeal 
or something, not lurking in the alleys trying to mug vampires. 
One of them drew a knife and held it up, letting the pale dawn 
glint off the silver blade. A beam of light had entered the alley and lay 
on the ground at her feet. She stared at it, barely interested in the punk 
and his knife. Her skin was burning. 
The kid with the knife took a step toward her. You got a purse, 
bitch? 
Do I look like I got a fucking purse? Sasha spat back. 
Thats too bad for you. He took another step forward, reaching 
for her. His friends, laughing, egged him on. 
Her face hurt. She was going to die. Railing against the inevitable, 
she lashed out, hissing, spittle flying. In a snarl worthy of the most 
vicious of carnivores, she let them watch her fangs spring free. 
Beat it, you little punk, she said, her voice thin and laced with 
compulsion. Ill rip your throat out. 
The boys expression changed from haughty to frightened in the 
space of a breath. He took a step back, the knife lowering. 
Shit, said one of the other kids. Shes got fangs! 
Forget that, one of the others put in, also stepping away from 
Sasha. Look at her face. 
The kid with the knife squinted at her. Sasha could feel the heat 

on her face, the sun touching her even though she stood in a shadow. 
Shit! said the kid, stumbling backward, his eyes now round with 
terror. Is that smallpox? 
The kid scrubbed his hand on his jacket, then turned and ran, his 
cohorts pounding after him. Sasha let her head loll against the wall. A 
sign of the times, she thought, that her fangs only startled them a little, 
while the threat of biological havoc sent them running to their mommies. 
She closed her eyes. The sun was almost up. Just a few more 
minutes and she would go up like a torch. She tried the door handle 
again, thinking perhaps shed been unable to open it out of sheer panic. 
It still refused to budge. 
Her fear had fled, leaving behind a stoic, resolute calm. She looked 
around for possible shelter. Had she not been facing the daylight, she 
could have kicked the door down, but without full dark around her she 
lacked the strength. 
She saw another door. Not a door to the Underground but to a 
deserted warehouse. It was open. She staggered that way, keeping to 
the shrinking border of shadow along the sides of the buildings. She 
made her way through the doorway, into a dark corner, where she 
pulled slabs of abandoned plywood over her head. An instant later, 
Sleep swallowed her. 

Six 
The doctor took Rafael to Central Park. Hed never been there 
beforehad, in fact, never been to New York City at all. The place 
intrigued him, once he got over his fascination with the changes in his 
vision, his hearing, his sense of smell. It was a great deal to assimilate. 
They sat together on a park bench waiting for the sun to come up. 
Here, in the middle of the city, it was nearly impossible to see the stars, 
but he could see the slight changes in the color of the sky. The black 
became paler, then took on a blue tinge. He felt his heart speed up, felt 
a surge of panic. He took a deep, quick breath to quell it. 
Its okay, said Dr. Greene, his voice soothing. 
Are you sure? 
I hope so. 
Rafael shook his head, scowling. You really need to work on that 
confident bedside manner, Doc. 
Dr. Greene only chuckled. 
But he stayed right there next to him. Under normal conditions 
Rafael would have felt the older man was too close, their thighs and 
shoulders brushing, but at that moment, the contact steadied him. He 
watched the sky turn from blue-black to indigo, from indigo to purple, 
from purple to deep blue. 
Getting close, Dr. Greene said quietly. 
Rafael could only nod. He was too busy fighting the urge to run, 
to find a darkened house or at least a shadow of some kind. Every 
previously dead molecule in his body told him it was time to get up off 
his sorry ass and run like hell. 
Then another aspect of the situation struck him. He wasnt sleepy. 
In his vampiric state, he would have been dragging with exhaustion 
right now, barely able to keep his eyes open as the Sleep overtook him. 
But he was awake and alert, full of adrenaline and ready to jump up 
and greet his first sunrise in four years. Actually, he couldnt remember 
how long it had been since hed seen a sunrise. As a mortal teenager 
hed rarely gotten up early enough to see it. 
And it came. Slowly, then faster, until suddenly the sky was blue 
with pink clouds streaking through it. Beams of sunlight laid golden 

stripes across the grass in front of him. Birds sang in the trees. The 
parks sidewalks began to fill with people. 
He could only stare, marveling at the beauty. The doctor had picked 
a bench that proved to be in the shadow of a large oak tree, so the sun 
didnt quite fall on his face, but the light filled his eyes with beauty the 
likes of which he had forgotten existed. 
You gonna cry again? Dr. Greene asked. 
Blinking quickly, Rafael gave the doctor a dark look. Watch it, 
he growled. 
Dr. Greene only smiled. 
Rafael just sat for a time, absorbing the brilliant green of the grass, 
the pale, clear blue of the sky. Then he stood, giving the doctor a sideways 
glance. I want to walk, he said, his voice still shaky. I want to 
take a walk in the sun. 
Even after hed said it he was almost afraid to do it. If his skin had 
still been afflicted with the vampiric sensitivity to the sun, he knew he 
would have been dead already. The mere shade of a large tree wouldnt 
have saved him. But to step out, right into the direct sunlight . . . For a 
few breaths, he wasnt certain he had the courage. 
The doctor poked him. Just go. Get it over with. 
Rafael went. Out from under the trees shadow, out onto the sunlit 
grass, where the still-thin dawn light was brightest. He felt the warmth 
on his hands, his hair, his face. He stopped, turning his hands over, 
looking at his palms, at the backs of his hands. Its beautiful, he 
breathed. 
Its sunlight. Get used to it. Youll be seeing plenty of it, I can 
guarantee you. He clapped Rafaels shoulder gently. We should head 
back. I dont want you out here too long. Theres no telling how your 
skin will respond after so many years out of the sun. 
Rafael nodded. All right. 
They made their way to the sidewalk not far from where theyd 
been sitting, the doctor leading the way. A few joggers joined them, out 
for their early morning exercise. Rafael stared at them as they went 
past. Humans looked so much different in the daylight. 
Humans. He was one now, too. He was going to have to get used 
to that. 
The Undergrounds sealed off through the day, isnt it? he asked 
suddenly. 
Yes, but I can get in through one of the back ways. The Senior 
gave me access several years ago. There are times when I need to be 

out during the day, and I needed consistent and reliable access. 
Good. I was afraid for a minute we were stuck out here. 
Dr. Greene grinned. What? You dont want to go out for breakfast? 
Rafaels brain froze around the idea for a moment. Pancakes. 
Eggs. Bacon. Biscuits and muffins and syrup and jelly and toast. Oatmeal. 
Milk. Could we? 
The doctor laughed. Not just yet. Give your system some time to 
adjust before you start piling things into it. 
He was right, of course. What about toast? I could have toast. 
I can get you toast at home. And tea. And not much else, if you 
follow my advice. 
Rafael really wanted pancakes. He thought about them as they 
headed up the sidewalk, conjuring the flavor from his memory. Sweetness, 
the fluffy texture, sticky syrup. Pancakes tomorrow, he said 
stubbornly. And pizza. 
Dr. Greene shrugged. Fine. Just go puke in your own toilet.
Rafael frowned. I dont have a toilet.
Ah. Yet another wrinkle.
This is going to take some getting used to.
He was trying to remember what it felt like to have to go to the
bathroom when frantic shouting suddenly broke the relative calm of 
the morning. He couldnt quite make out the words, but the man speaking 
them was obviously in a state of near-hysteria. 
What the hell is that?
Dunno, said Dr. Greene. Shall we check it out?
Sure. Why not?
A small crowd had gathered around a group of five young men
punks, Rafael thought, of the highly questionable type hed hung out 
with in his previous life. One of the punks was talking while the other 
four nodded emphatically and occasionally chimed in to agree with his 
story. 
Im tellin ya, this bitchs got, like, smallpox or something. We 
gotta get outta here. That stuffs, like, contagious extreme. 
A frown creased Dr. Greenes forehead. He approached the crowd 
at a half-trot. Excuse me! he called over their heads. Im a doctor. 
Please let me through. I need to find out whats going on. 
The crowd obediently split, letting him into the inner circle. Rafael 
followed. 
You a doctor, man? the kid asked. 

Yes, I am. Can you tell me exactly what you saw? 
This woman, she, like, busted out all over all of a sudden with 
these blisters. Man, it was nasty, like pus n shit. 
The other four kids, who looked genuinely terrified, nodded. I 
think she was gonna die, one of them chimed in. 
You say this happened very suddenly? the doctor said, and suddenly 
Rafael realized where he was going. His stomach went cold. 
What did she look like? he demanded before the kid could answer. 
The kid gave Rafael an angry look. Yeah, it was, like, all at once. 
How long ago was this? 
Not that long. Like, ten or fifteen minutes, I guess. The sun was 
just coming up. 
Rafael grabbed the kid by the shoulders and shook him hard. What 
did she look like, you damned little punk? You were shaking her down, 
werent you? Gonna mug her? 
Jesus, get your hands off me, ya psycho.
Dr. Greene said, very quietly, Answer his question.
Damn, she didnt have no money, and we didnt do nothin to her.
Whatever happened to her, we didnt do it. 
I meant the other question. What did she look like? 
I dunno, like, some skinny bitch with black hair, I guess. 
Rafaels fingers tightened on the kids arm, until he felt the bones. 
Did this happen right at sunrise? 
Yeah, I guess. 
He wanted to know if it been just these punks after her or if 
vampires had been involved. His heart contracted at the thought that 
she might have fallen prey to Ialdaboths assassination squad. 
Take me there. Now. 
Man, I aint goin back there. I aint catchin no smallpox. 
Its not smallpox, said Dr. Greene. Take us to the woman, 
please. I might be able to help her. 
Forget it, man 
Take us there, or we call the police and you get into deep shit for 
that knife you got stuffed in your pants, said Dr. Greene, still quietly. 
The kid stared at him. 
Yeah, punk, the doctor went on. I aint stupid. Now get moving. 
The kid jerked himself free from Rafaels too-tight grip, gave them 
both hard looks, then led the way back down the sidewalk. 

A skinny bitch with black hair could have been just about anybody, 
Rafael thought, but the cold, sinking feeling in his gut made him 
more certain with every step that the woman was Sasha. If shed been 
out in the sun, Dr. Greene probably wouldnt be able to do anything for 
her. They might not even find anything left of her body. But if shed 
somehow been able to find shelter . . . It was a long shot, but it was all 
he had to hold onto at the moment. 
The kid led them to an alleyway not far from the park that dead-
ended against the back wall of a warehouse. There was no one there. 
She was here, the punk said. Im tellin you, she was right here 
on the ground, all screamin and shit. 
Rafael looked frantically around the alley and saw another door 
along the left wall. He ran for it, shoved it open. 
At first, he saw no sign of Sasha. Then, as his eyes adjusted, he 
made out a foot, protruding from underneath haphazardly arranged 
pieces of plywood. She had pulled them over her, for protection. 
He ran to her, dragged the wood off her, making sure she was still 
protected by shadow. She lay on her side, her knees drawn up to her 
chest, her fists clenched in front of her face. And her face was streaked 
with wide, blackened burns. 
Dr. Greene! he shouted. In here! 
The doctor appeared at the door and hurried over. Holy shit, he 
muttered, crouching next to Sashas motionless body. She was barely 
recognizable under the brutal burns. 
She got caught outside, Rafael said, his voice sounding strange, 
unreal. All the fear, all the anger, had sunk to a cold lump at the bottom 
of his stomach. He reached toward her face, then drew back, afraid to 
touch her. 
The doctor, of course, had no such compunctions. He laid fingers 
to her throat, checking her pulse, then took one of her hands, trying to 
uncurl the clenched fingers. 
Is she dead? Rafael ventured. 
I dont know. Its hard to tell in this state. She could just be in the 
Sleep. 
Rafael swallowed. How do we find out? 
We have to get her out of here. He let go of Sashas uncooperative 
hand. The other door in the alley is an old entryway into the 
Underground. That must be where she was headed. But its been closed 
off for a long time, so she wasnt able to get through. 
How do we get her home? 

We cant. Theres no way to take her out of here without carrying 
her through direct sunlight. If I could get through that door . . . 
So what do we do? 
Dr. Greene put his face in his hands for a moment. Lucien. 
What about him? 
We have to get him out here. He can teleport or somethingIm 
not sure how it works. 
But how long will it take to get Underground and bring him back? 
Rafael had a scream inside him, growing huge just beneath his diaphragm. 
That might not be necessary. Dr. Greene closed his eyes. Think. 
Think hard. Think, Lucien, get your ass here right now. We need you. 
And thatll work? 
I dont know. Its an awfully long way from here to there, and 
hes still not back to full strength. But maybe that doesnt matter. He 
looked at Sasha again, peering more closely at the streaky burns on her 
face. Rafael could barely stand even to watch him looking. 
Go out, the doctor said suddenly. See if theres any way to get 
through that door. 
But 
Just go. If Lucien doesnt make it, or cant, it might be her only 
hope. 
Rafael went, trying to force from his mind the picture of Sasha 
lying there still as death, her face marked with angry red burns. If she 
was dead . . . 
But when vampires died from exposure to sunlight, werent they 
supposed to turn to dust or something? It occurred to him hed never 
seen a vampire die that way. Hed never seen a vampire die, period. 
He went to the Underground entrance and pulled at the door. It 
refused to give. And hed lost his preternatural vampire strength. But 
Sasha still had hers yet apparently hadnt been able to open it, either. 
Lucien, if you can hear me, we need you. He thought it as 
loudly as he could, making the words feel big and bold and black inside 
his head. Not that it seemed to do any good, at least not as far as he 
could tell. 
They couldnt count on Lucien. Sasha needed to get out of that 
warehouse as quickly as possible, and that meant her best chance lay 
with Dr. Greene and himself. He stood still for a minute, thinking. 
If brute strength wasnt the answer, maybe something else was. 
He slid his fingers along the doorframe, questing. If there was a trigger, 

perhaps it was only detectable by vampires 
He heard a clickor thought he did. He pushed against the door, 
but it still wouldnt open. It did, however, move. 
A sequence, then. Hed have to find one more click, or two, or 
ten. Whatever it took to get the door open. He tried again, fingers 
sliding all along the doorframe. Nothing. Okay, so it didnt really make 
sense for all the levers to be in the same place. He moved away from 
the door, questing between the seams of the walls panels. 
Another click. He turned immediately and shoved his shoulder 
against the door. It gave, but not all the way. Screw the third click. He 
shoved it again, hard, putting all his weight behind it. The door came 
open, slamming backwards into the room beyond. 
Just a warehouse. His heart sank for a moment, then he saw the 
mark on the back wall. He wasnt certain what the marks origin was 
it was sort of a cross, sort of a whirligigbut he knew hed seen it in 
the Underground, near exit doors. Finding the latches, he activated 
them, yanked the door open. Then he backed out, fast, half-running to 
the other building. 
The doctor had found a tarpa very dirty tarpand had wrapped 
Sasha in it, covering her completely. He looked up as Rafael barreled 
in. 
Come on, Rafael said. 
Dr. Greene scooped Sasha up in his arms and followed, no questions 
asked. Wrapped in the tarp, her skin was protected from the few 
feet of sunlight they had to pass through. The doctor carried her into 
the second warehouse, then set her gently down on the floor next to 
the entrance to the Underground. Turning toward the alley door, he 
closed it, cocking his head to listen as a series of clicks indicated the 
locks had reengaged. 
Lets go, he said. 
The actual entrance to the Underground was small, barely large 
enough for Rafael to slide through sideways, on his knees. Dr. Greene 
eased Sasha through feet first, and Rafael carefully positioned her on 
the floor just inside. 
Dr. Greene was halfway through when Lucien appeared, out of 
nowhere. The doctor wormed the rest of the way through and bent to 
pick up Sasha. 
Sorry, Lucien said. I heard you calling, but I couldnt quite zero 
in on your location. Its hard to navigate from the Underground to outside. 
Rafael suspected the navigation problems might have more to 

do with Luciens recent injuries. The right side of his face still looked 
like somebody had branded it with irons. 
Lucien caught hold of the doctors arm, helping him to his feet. 
Then he grabbed Rafael with his other hand and said, Hang on. 
And suddenly they were in the hospital wing, and the doctor was 
running with Sasha, leaving Rafael with Lucien to trail behind him. 

Seven 
Rafael paced the corridors, waiting for news. He didnt dare go 
too far, afraid he might lose his way. Without his vampiric senses it was 
harder for him to keep his bearings in the labyrinthine corridors. 
It was hard, too, for him to stay focused. His thoughts were too 
full of Sasha. He could think of little else, his interior vision filled with 
the sight of her beautiful face, ravaged by streaking burns. 
She might be dead. He thought she wasnt, though. Surely he 
would know if she was. But maybe he was deluding himself with unsubstantiated 
hope. He had no reason to think they had any kind of 
telepathic connection. After all, they hadnt been lovers very long, and 
he was nothing more than a useless mortal at this point. 
Which led to the next question. If she wasnt dead, would she see 
him? Or would she continue to refuse to consider a permanent relationship? 
He could bear even that, he thought, as long as she was alive. 
There you are. 
Luciens voice startled him, coming as it did a split second before 
Lucien actually appeared. 
Rafael composed himself quickly. How is she? 
Were not completely sure yet. 
But shes alive? 
Yes. 
I want to see her. 
Lucien laid a hand on his shoulder. Then Ill take you. 
A breath later, they stood in front of the door to Sashas room. 
Trepidation rooted Rafael to the spot for a heartbeat. Then he pushed 
the door open and went in. 
Dr. Greene looked up from his work. He was replacing an empty 
IV bag with a new one full of clear fluid. Sasha lay with her face 
turned away from the door. She was utterly still. 
Shes alive, said the doctor. Her body is processing fluids, but 
very slowly. 
Shell be all right? 
Therell be scars for a while. But maybe Julian or Lucien can 

help with that. He finished with the IV bag and took a step back. In 
fact, Id be surprised if they couldnt. 
Rafael didnt care about scars. She was alive. That was the important 
part. 
The doctor wasnt finished, though. It remains to be seen, however, 
what will happen at nightfall. 
Why? I mean, shell wake up, right? Just like always? 
I dont know. Sometimes when a vampire experiences this kind 
of trauma, she remains comatose for a period of timestays in the 
Sleep to facilitate healing. 
For how long? 
Until her system revives. Ive heard of it lasting a few daysor 
ten, even twenty years. 
Twenty years? But wouldnt it depend on the seriousness of the 
injuries? 
It seems to depend more on the severity of the trauma. He 
poked the nosepiece of his glasses, pushing them into place. Look, 
Im sorry to be so blunt, but there are so many variables here. Its very 
difficult to predict what a vampire will do, what her response will be to 
a particular trauma or a particular course of treatment. Most of what I 
do is trial-and-error and guesswork. 
Rafael nodded. Its all right. I know youve done what you can. 
And will continue to do so. He hesitated, then nodded. Youll 
stay with her awhile? 
Yes. 
Okay. Ill be back. 
Rafael heard the door click shut behind him, but his focus was on 
Sasha. He took a step closer, then moved toward the other side of the 
bed so he could see her face. 
The wounds the sun had inflicted had not diminished. Whatever 
treatment the doctor had followed, it had done nothing to heal that 
aspect of her trauma. Her smooth, perfect skin bore streaks of red, 
brutal burns. 
It would heal eventually, with or without help from Julian or Lucien. 
She would be beautiful again. But Rafael didnt care. Seeing her 
lying there, still as death in the vampiric Sleep, he didnt care about 
anything but that she was aliveand that he loved her. Anything else 
was inconsequential. The thought that hed almost lost herthe immortal 
in their relationshipto something as common as the sun, made 
him angry and frightened at the same time. 

He understood, then, why shed left him. Because shed imagined 
him like this. Still and silent, not breathing, brutalized by violence or 
illness or age. It was inevitable, now that he was mortal again. 
She hadnt considered her own weaknesses, though. Yes, she 
was a vampire, technically immortal, but not invulnerable. In her own 
way, she was as fragile as he. They would both eventually dieshe 
could just put it off longer than he could. 
There was a chair by the door. He dragged it over, so he could sit 
where he could see Sashas face. He was tired and hungry, but both 
could wait. Right now, he needed to be here, with her. 
When Dr. Greene returned, he had a plate with plain white bread 
and a bowl of broth. Rafaels stomach was growling, but after one bite 
he stopped to look at the bread. To smell it. To analyze the taste it left 
behind in his mouth. As a vampire he had been able to do none of these 
things. This was Life. 
And life was good. Immortality had its advantages, but eating 
good bread wasnt one of them. 
The food went down smoothly. His stomach was starting to adjust 
to handling digestion again. He ate the bread and the broth and 
wondered if it was time yet to try that pepperoni pizza. 
Probably not. He daydreamed about it, though, finally drifting off 
to sleep, thinking about some oddly erotic combination of pizza and 
Sasha. 
Sasha woke with a stabbing pain in her face and sat bolt upright, 
heart pounding, ready to attack. But there was nothing to attack. Only 
a silent hospital room and Rafael sitting on a chair next to her bed. 
They had gotten her to the Underground. Somehow theyd managed 
it. Had Rafael been there? Had he saved her? 
She looked at his quiet face, and her heart twisted. This was why 
shed driven him awaybecause, when she saw him, her resolve wavered 
and she was ready to let him into her life, to love him regardless 
of the consequences. 
And now she was the one whod walked on the edge of death. 
Irony sucked. It made her think too hard, threw all her carefully thought-
out rationalizations out the nearest window. 
Rafael twitched in his sleep. Sleep, she thought. Real, mortal sleep, 
including dreams. Where you tossed and turned and twitched and made 
funny noises, snored and drooled. She lay back down in her hospital 

bed, careful not to make any sound that might wake him, and watched 
him. 
It wasnt until fifteen minutes later, when Dr. Greene entered the 
room, that she realized what was wrong. She frowned at the doctor. 
He doesnt smell good, she said. 
Youre awake, said the doctor. 
Yes. 
How do you feel? 
Not great. Why does he smell funny? 
Dr. Greene picked up a chart from the table near her bed. Maybe 
he forgot that humans sweat and need to take showers. 
No, its not that. She peered at him. You dont smell good, 
either. But I know what thats about. 
Now, I know I took a shower. He examined her half-empty IV 
bag. Are you hungry? 
Yes. Thats just it. Im hungry, and he doesnt smell like a decent 
meal. Red-blooded, healthy male, and I have no desire to eat him. 
He quirked an eyebrow at her. Well, that kind of things a bit 
dangerous with fangs, anyway. 
You should know. Besides, thats not what I meant. 
The doctor still looked smug. I know what you meant. 
Her eyes narrowed. What did you do? 
I doctored Rafaels blood a little. I put some of my markers in it. 
The ones that keep every vampire here from draining my veins. 
Why did you do that? 
I thought it might smooth things out between you two a little. 
Hes still mortal, but at least you wont have the urge to nibble on him 
for breakfast. 
Sasha blinked, not sure what to think about the doctors interfer-
enceor his assumptions about her feelings for Rafael. Her lashes 
felt moist. So youre sort of a freakish, high-tech, geneticist-match-
maker type? 
Something like that. 
Rafael grunted. Sasha watched as he straightened in his chair, 
sniffling and snorting his way to consciousness. 
The doctor stood. Ill leave you two to it, then. 
Sasha glanced at him as he closed the door behind him, then turned 
to Rafael, who opened his eyes and looked at her blearily. 
I dreamed about you, he said after a moment. He sounded surprised. 

Good dreams, I hope. 
No, not really. He grinned wryly, rubbing the back of his neck. 
I havent dreamed since 
She understood both his wonderment and his reluctance to vocalize 
it. So what the hell are you doing here? 
He studied her face. Suddenly she wondered what she must look 
like, what the pain in her face must mean. But there was no repulsion 
or even distaste in his expression. 
I wanted to be with you, he said. You almost died. 
Yeah. She couldnt stifle the edge of bitterness to her voice. I 
was stupid. 
You were. Stupid and careless. 
Rub my nose in it, why dont you? 
His expression had chilled, becoming unreadable. I dont know if 
I can be with you if youre going to keep being stupid. It makes you 
careless, and sooner or later, youre gonna end up dead. 
Tears rose too fast for her to stop them, but she refused to look 
away. Touch. 
Damn straight. How does it feel? 
If your blood didnt stink, Id rip your throat out right now. 
Youd regret it later. 
Yeah, probably. 
Right about the time you wanted sex. 
Her lips thinned. There are plenty of men whod be willing to 
help me out with that. 
Not many who love you. 
She opened her mouth, closed it again. Rafael went on. Dont 
close me out, Sasha. I love you. Human, vampire, whatever combination, 
I want to be with you. 
Rafael 
Im talking, Sasha. His forced harshness made her smile. Whatever 
time we have together, I want to spend it with you. Ten years, 
fifty years, six months. It doesnt matter. I love you. 
I love you, too, Rafael. 
Good. Then youre done with this nonsense about me being mortal 
and blah blah blah? 
Considering Im the one who almost died, I think Ill have to eat 
at least a few of those words. 
So I can kiss you, and we can call this whole argument over? 
Yes. 

He rose from the chair, leaned forward, and kissed her. She pressed 
into him, ignoring the pain of her burned face, savoring the flavor of his 
mouth. Hot, beating with the rhythm of his heartbeat. He tasted better 
than he smelled. 
After a moment, he drew back and looked into her eyes. Until 
death do us part, he murmured. 
Amen, she said, and kissed him again. 

Julians Journal 
So it can be done. Rafael is mortal now, transformed by the catalysts 
of blood. This means the other Childrenthe ones Turned before 
pubertycan also be made mortal again. 
I want it done as soon as possible. If Ialdaboth comes, and there 
are still little ones among us, hell slaughter them. 
We need a backup plan, though. A way to hide them if he comes 
before were ready. Because I feel he will come soon, and their transformation 
will take time. 
The pieces have begun to fall together. Rafaels contribution added 
weight to some elements, took my attention away from others I had 
previously thought were important. Theres an answer here somewhere. 
I can feel him. His power. Did I take something from him when I 
defeated him the last time, or did he mark me in some way? Or both? 
Maybe I am capable of killing him outrightI dont know. I dont 
know what power I have, what it means, what it can truly do. 
Sometimes I think if I unleash it, it will kill me. Not exactly what 
were after. 
Lorelei worries, I can tell, but she wont talk to me about it. She 
can feel the babies inside her, she says. Moving, stirring. Dancing, 
perhaps. I have to save all of us in order to save them. 
So the Children come first. Tara has agreed to help. I found her in 
the Seniors memorydidnt even know she existed until my concern 
over the Children made her face float up out of the morass I inher-
itedthat I was forced to takefrom my predecessor. 
Tara has been important to the Children, helping to keep them 
safe, ever since her relationship with Dominic and his subsequent 
deatha shame; he was a decent vampled her to the Underground. 
She can handle what needs to be done. Ill send her to DeAngelo 
after what Nick told me about him, and from what Ive seen myself, he 
seems the most logical choice. 
Its all about choices. The Children can have the choice now 
the doctor and I can give them that. And from there we go . . . I dont 
know where. 
Nowhere, if I dont find the secret to Ialdaboths destruction. Were 

closer to it, with Luciens litany and now Ialdaboths, supplied by Rafael. 
Aanus healing progresses wellit shouldnt be long, now, before we 
can find out what he knows, assuming he brings that knowledge back 
with him from the dark place he has been these past four thousand years. 
But the enemy has come closer, as well. Jasmine died in Perth 
Amboy last night, and the two who hunted with her dont know what 
killed her. I had never even heard of her until she died. Weve given up 
on Brendan and Vince ever returning from Atlantic Cityso much for 
their little vacation. Other reports have come in, as well, of vampires 
missing or being killed by strangers. 
I can offer no further protection for those who have chosen to 
live outside the Underground. I cant take the risk they might be agents 
of Ialdaboth. If they die, perhaps that is on my head. So be it. 
Ialdaboth himself is dormant. Im not sure how I know that. 
No, I do know. I dreamed it. I dreamed he was sleeping, and 
there was a sort of dark curtain over his body. I think Lucien hurt him 
more than he knew, when they tangled in Romania. It will take time for 
the bastard to recover. 
Time I must be certain to use wisely. 

Tara
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that 
knocketh . . . 
Song of Songs, 5:2 
Its like Im watching right through his eyesthough Liams eyes 
and hes looking at Felicity. Hes a vampire, Im saying to her. 
Theres no question but that he must die. 
Gray DeAngelo, past-life 
regression journal 
The past must always be considered, but often ignored. It 
can mutate and distort, until no one is certain at all of what 
may or may not have happened. Beware of this, O my too-certain 
children. 
The Book of Changing Blood 

One 
The sign on the office door read GRAY DEANGELO, CERTIFIED 
HYPNOTHERAPIST. Tara looked at the ad shed torn from the Yellow 
Pages. There, in addition to hypnotherapy, Dr. DeAngelo had listed, 
Stop smoking, lose weight, recover lost memories, past life regression. 
This appeared to be the place. She opened the door and went in. 
Not long ago, she would have considered Dr. DeAngelo to be a 
quack and all his patients at least gullible, but more likely stupid. Since 
then, shed dated a vampire, watched him die, and taken a lucrative job 
as part-time teacher, babysitter, and mentor to a group of pre-pubescent 
vampire children. As a result, past life regression seemed less weird 
than most of what she saw every day, and Dr. Gray DeAngelo was the 
most likely solution to a complicated problem. 
The receptionist seemed friendly enough, but Tara felt unaccountably 
on edge. The whole situation was so precarious. She felt as though 
she could breathe wrong, look at someone the wrong way, and blow 
everything. 
I trust your judgment, Julian had told her. Youve spent more 
time with the Children than any of the rest of us. If anyone is qualified 
to monitor Daniels progress, its you. 
It hadnt seemed prudent to argue with him. Not because he frightened 
herthough he did, still, just a littlebut because, technically, he 
was right. 
Sitting in Dr. DeAngelos waiting room, she crossed her legs, folded 
her arms over her chest, and generally tried to make herself as small as 
possible. As if it would keep them from noticing her even though shed 
already talked to the receptionist and signed in. 
This was crazy. She had no reason to be so nervous. It wasnt as 
if Dr. DeAngelo could take one look at her and instantly know her 
innermost secrets. She picked a spot on the opposite wall and stared at 
it, easing herself into a semblance of calm. 
Tara Summers? 
It was a testimony to the success of her calming techniques that 

Tara merely blinked at the sound of her name, instead of jumping out of 
her skin. She smiled gently, came to her feet, and looked at the man 
who had spoken. 
Gray DeAngelo was tall, broad, and very pretty. An irrelevant 
thought drifted across her mindthat she was glad she wasnt here to 
discuss some kind of sexual dysfunction. 
Ms. Summers, he said, holding out a hand. Im Dr. DeAngelo. 
She took his hand, liking the way it enveloped hers snugly. Nice 
to meet you. 
His smile seemed a little cautious, genuine but not entirely open. 
My office is this way. 
She followed him down the short hallway. He opened a door and 
gestured for her to precede him into the room. 
The office was different than shed expected. Though she wasnt 
certain what she had expectedbig, intimidating furniture and musty 
books, perhaps, but not this light, airy room. The furniture was upholstered 
in pale blues and greens, and the sleek, modern desk was of a 
pale wood with white lacquered trim. A window let in a great deal of 
light, as well as a view of Manhattan. Tara felt instantly comfortable. 
Which, she assumed, was the point. 
Have a seat. The doctor gestured toward a chair. He looked at 
the date book on his desk. Youre here for a consultation? 
Thats correct. I need someone to treat my son. 
Dr. DeAngelo settled on a corner of the desk. How old is he? 
Hes ten. Hes adopted. She added the last perhaps a bit too 
hastily, aware that she was, and looked, a bit too young to be the mother 
of a ten-year-old. That Daniel was, in fact, nearly five hundred was, at 
the moment, irrelevant. Hes been having some problems lately, and 
we believe it may have to do with something he experienced as a very 
young child. 
Something hes repressed. 
Yes. Some kind of abuse, most likely. 
That sounds like something I could handle. Have you spoken to 
any other therapists? 
No. You were recommended. 
By whom? 
A friend of mine. Nicholas Carrington. He saw you in connection 
with an illness. He had cancer. Plus, Julian had agreed with the 
recommendationTara wasnt sure why. 
Ah, yes. I remember. I taught him self-hypnosis to handle the 

pain. How is he? 
Unfortunately he passed away a few months ago. 
Im sorry to hear that. 
Tara lowered her gaze to her lap, hoping she looked appropriately 
distraught. Nick had asked her to tell the doctor that hed died. He 
spoke very highly of you, so when this situation came up with Daniel, I 
thought of you. 
I appreciate that. Have you seen any other doctors? Besides 
therapists? 
Tara grimaced. They all wanted to medicate him. I didnt realize 
until recently that Ritalin and Prozac were such cure-alls. 
Distaste rose in his eyes as he spoke. They have their place, of 
course. I believe in being very cautious with drugs, though. Particularly 
with children. 
Tara nodded. It might have been a quick fix, but I wanted to get 
to the root of the problem. 
Good for you. He leaned backward from his perch on the edge 
of the desk to pick up a notebook from the opposite side. Id like to get 
some information, for starters. 
Of course. 
You said your sons name is Daniel? 
Yes. 
And your husbands? 
Im not married. 
His gaze flicked from his notes to her. 
Divorced, she clarified. My ex-husband is very involved and 
will be helping me with the financial aspects of Daniels treatment. 
Dr. DeAngelo made no comment. Id suggest we get started as 
soon as possible. Make an appointment with my receptionist on the 
way out. Of course, youre more than welcome to attend all Daniels 
therapy sessions. In fact, I encourage it. 
There was one more thing I wanted to mention. Ill have to make 
my appointments for the evening. Daniel has a very rare skin condition. 
Hes extremely sensitive to sunlight. 
Dr. DeAngelos eyebrow twitched oddly. Tara had no idea what 
that meant. 
Of course, he said. Just explain the situation to my receptionist. 
Shell make an appropriate appointment for you. But before that, 
Id like to talk to you a bit about the exact nature of Daniels behavior 
problems. 

She told him the story shed concocted with the aid of Dr. Greene. 
Theyd spent hours on the Internet researching behavior problems to 
put together a logical scenario. 
It had seemed to Tara at the time that Julians input in the process 
had been based on some knowledge of Dr. DeAngelo, but then hed 
told her to quote Nick as a reference. She wasnt quite comfortable 
enough with Julian to question him about it, though. And the plan theyd 
put together seemed rock-solid. If the doctor figured out what was 
really going on, he had a better imagination than any doctor Tara had 
ever met. 
Still, if he did, they would deal with the situation. She just hoped 
Dr. DeAngelo made it through alive. 
Shed intended to get home before dark, but she didnt quite make 
it. As shed expected, but also feared, Daniel wasnt in his small, sun-
tight bedroom. Looking at the empty bed, she sighed. It didnt matter 
that hed gotten along fine without her for nearly five centuries. He 
was in her care now, and she felt responsible. 
Julian and Dr. Greene had both warned her to expect Daniel to 
disappear during the night, but she couldnt help worrying. He was a 
vampire; but he was also a little boy, and she had developed a relationship 
with the little boy. So it was hard for her to think of him out, on his 
own. Harder still to think of him procuring a dinner of fresh blood. 
Hardest of all to imagine him being overpowered by one of Ialdaboths 
evil followers. Never mind Julians reassurances that Manhattan was 
safe; she didnt want Daniels death to be the first indication that it 
wasnt. 
She forced herself to make her own dinner, sit down, and eat, 
instead of pacing and worrying and wringing her hands, which was 
what she really felt compelled to do. 
When shed scraped the last bit of pasta from her plate, she looked 
fruitlessly out the window for a minute or two, then turned on the TV. 
The evening news was half over when a deceptively small voice 
said, Hey, Tara. 
She turned around. Daniel stood behind her, a skinny little boy 
with disheveled curly black hair, his front teeth too big for him. He 
wore faded jeans and a bright orange Pokmon T-shirt. A smear of red 
next to his mouth might have been Spaghetti-Os, but it wasnt. 
Wash your face, Tara said mildly. You missed a spot. 
Daniel grinned sheepishly. Oh, gee. Sorry. 

Tara turned back to the TV, listening to the splashing sounds as 
Daniel washed his face in the kitchen sink. He returned to the living 
room and flopped onto the sofa next to her. 
Mind if I watch something else? he said.
Just let me watch the weather first.
Its going to snow. I could smell it.
Okay. Fair enough. She handed him the remote. Grinning, he
explored the listings, then changed to a cartoon, one of the many specimens 
of Japanese anim he was fond of. Tara didnt care for it. It was 
too bright and choppy, the voices high-pitched and obnoxious. But he 
was engrossed in a matter of moments. 
Kids, Tara thought. They were all the same. Even when they 
were five hundred years old. 
He watched until the next commercial break, then hit the mute 
button on the TV. Tara, who had been drifting off to sleep, blinked at 
him in surprise. 
How did it go with the doctor? he asked.
Ill be taking you for your first session tomorrow night.
I dont want to go, he said bluntly.
Itll be all right. She put her hand on his shoulder, and he stilled
for a moment, almost as if he were afraid of her. We just need a few 
minutes, some flashes from those years. 
But theres so much more. His voice was small but not a little 
boys voice at all. I dont want to He broke off. 
I know. In truth, she had no idea what memories lurked within 
him. And she didnt blame him for his fear. We can only do the best 
we can. 
Maybe I dont even want to be mortal.
But maybe you do.
He bit his lip, fighting tears. Then he swallowed hard, and his face
became stony and still. Go on to bed, he said. I know youre tired. I 
might go out again, so if you wake up and dont see me, dont get all 
freaked out. 
Tara nodded, disappointed. Shed hoped hed open up to her a 
little more. Ill see you tomorrow night, then. 
Yeah. He hit the remote button againthe commercial break 
was over. Unless I change my mind. 
In his office, Gray DeAngelo re-read the file on Daniel Summers. 
Something wasnt quite right. Nothing he could pin down. He just felt 

vaguely uneasy in that way hed learned, over the years, meant something 
was amiss. 
Maybe it was the light sensitivity. Porphyria was an extraordinarily 
rare disease, and it was the kind of thing that would give a child a 
great deal of emotional difficulty. Surely Daniel would have been in 
therapy before, to help him deal with his inability to play in the sunshine. 
Yet, according to the files Ms. Summers had given him, today 
was the first time Daniels parents had consulted a therapist. Paperwork 
signed by a Dr. Jarod Greene confirmed the boys porphyria, and 
an online search had found Greene listed as a hematologist. That seemed 
odd, toowhy was Daniel seeing a hematologist when other specialists, 
like endocrinologists, usually cared for patients with his condition? 
Rubbing his forehead, he wondered why he was making such an 
issue of it. Maybe some of Daniels records had been lost somewhere, 
in the shuffle of a move or in the course of a custody battle. If Daniel 
had changed his name when Tara had taken full custody, the boys 
records might not all be in one place. Hed have to look into that, as 
well. Searching the file, he found Daniels fathers name. Julian Cavanaugh. 
He typed it into the search engine to see what came up. 
And was met with a big, fat zero. Oh, sure, there were Julian 
Cavanaughs on the Internet, but none who seemed to have anything to 
do with Tara Summers or her son Daniel. 
Leave it alone, he finally muttered to himself. He shut the file 
and prepared to leave the office for the evening. Just help the kid, 
take the money, and forget about the rest of it. 
But he couldnt. And if he were really honestwhich, as a therapist, 
he didnt want to behe had to admit that his interest had nothing 
to do with Daniel. It was all about Tara. 
He was certain he hadnt met Tara Summers before, but something 
about her had seemed eerily familiar. When shed walked into his 
office hed had one of those strange dj vu moments. Hed known 
what her voice would sound like before she had spoken, but he was 
sure hed never heard it before today. 
He also, somehow, knew exactly what it would feel like to kiss 
her. And that made no sense at all. 
He shrugged on his coat, then looked again at the file lying on the 
desk. He picked it up and took it home with him. 
His face was shadowed in the darkness, but she could barely 

make out the line of his jaw, the glint of his eyes. 
It was a good day, he said. The timbre of his voice sounded 
as familiar as her own. You were so brave. 
I wasnt. This voice seemed to come from her own lips, but 
it somehow was not her voice. I was so afraid. 
But you did what had to be done. 
A soft wash of pride swept over her, pride born of love. She 
was proud of him, proud of herself in spite of her modesty. But 
modesty had been ingrained in her from an early age, and it was 
hard to acknowledge her own accomplishments. 
He loved her, though, and his praise made her feel warm. As 
did his arms, closing around her, protecting her in the darkness. 
His lips touched hers, then pressed more deeply. She could feel 
every soft contour of his mouth, the gentle caress of his lips and 
tongue. 
He kissed her thoroughly, then shifted away from her to peer 
at her through the darkness. This close, even in the shadows, she 
could make out his face 
Gray DeAngelo. 
Tara started awake. Her heart hammered in her chest, the sound 
echoing in her ears. 
What the hell was that? she muttered. She had absolutely no 
reason to think about kissing Gray DeAngelo, except that he was an 
attractive man. 
Oh, well. It was only a dream. With any kind of luck, shed forget 
it by morning. 

Two 
The next morning, Tara left Daniel asleep in his sun-proofed room 
and walked to the Underground. There was a doorway not far from 
her apartmentthe Senior had created the portal specifically for her 
use three years ago, when her relationship with Dominic had led to her 
discovery of the vampire community and her eventual employment as 
a sort of nanny to the vampire Children. Back then, theyd been feral, 
most of them, making their way along the fringes of the Underground, 
avoiding the main areas because they knew too well what an adult 
vampire could do to them. She still wasnt sure shed found them all. 
Some of them had been so hideously abused for so long that they trusted 
no one, and refused to come out of the dark, safe shadows theyd 
found for themselves. 
The guards knew her on sight, and nodded as she walked down 
the narrow alley. The door at the back of the alley was locked with 
three padlocks. Tara fished out her keys and opened them, opened the 
door, then keyed the security code into the keypad just beyond it. There 
were three more checkpoints along the hallway behind the door, then 
another door with another keypad and another security code. After 
that, a long, narrow staircase, one more door, and then she was truly in 
the world of the vampires. 
She could always tell, even on those rare occasions when she 
came in through a different portal. There was a certain smell or aura or 
thickness to the airshe didnt really know how to describe the sensation 
even to herself, but it was always there and always obvious to her. 
It grew thicker the deeper she passed into the Underground. At first, 
when shed initially taken on the job of helping with the Children, the 
sensation had given her panic attacks. It still made her edgy, but shed 
gotten used to it. 
Julians office was deep within the Underground, through what 
she liked to call the Geode Room. That was her favorite bit of scenery 
in the vampires territory. The walls were covered with crystals that 
refracted the artificial light in gorgeous streams of blue-green. She 
always stopped there, just for a minute, even if she came at night and 
ended up with a flock of vampires staring at her while she absorbed the 

beauty. 
Julian answered her knock immediately. She entered cautiously. 
She still wasnt used to him. She and the previous Senior had developed 
a sort of uneasy rapport. Julian didnt scare her as much as the 
old Senior hadshe was more used to vampires now, and Julian seemed 
much more human in many ways than his predecessor. Still, he was a 
new face, a new personality to deal with, and she still hadnt quite 
accustomed herself to the idea that he was in charge. 
Tara, he said with a smile. 
She was sure that smile was meant to reassure, but he seemed 
too edgy behind it. Things were brewing down here, she was certain. 
Things she, as a human being, would most likely never hear about. She 
wasnt even sure she wanted to know. 
How are you? he asked. 
Im fine, thanks. Hows Lorelei? 
Better. Shes been sleeping enough for her, the baby, and me. 
Thanks for asking. He leaned back in his chair, giving her his full 
attention. Youve made some progress? 
I consulted the therapist you and Nicholas recommended. I think 
hell work out. 
Good. So youll start seeing him when? 
Tonight. Ill be observing the sessions with Daniel. 
He had no problem with that? 
He suggested it. 
Good. He gave a quick nod, as if settling things with himself. 
Keep me informed of Daniels progress. If everything goes well, I 
might send Treva out, too. 
Tara knew that Treva had been twelve when she was Changed, 
nearly two hundred years ago. On the initial evaluation, though, Dr. 
Greene had judged her less emotionally mature than Daniel. Well 
cross that bridge when we come to it. 
Julian smiled at her hesitation. Yes, we will. Do you need any 
cash? How are you holding out? 
One thing she liked about working for vampiresshe was never 
short of money. Im good for the moment. Theres enough money in 
the account to cover the first five sessions or so. 
Grocery money? Rent? 
Im good. 
All right. He glanced at his watch. How about lunch? Im 
dying for sashimi. 

Surprised, Tara nodded. All right. 
It still surprised her that Julian could go out in sunlight. Apparently 
he wasnt quite used to it, either, because he blinked and shaded his 
eyes when they stepped out onto the sidewalk. 
Bright, he said. 
Doesnt it hurt? 
Not so much anymore. 
He led the way to a Japanese restaurant. They chatted over sushi 
and sashimi, about Daniel, about her own role in the vampire community. 
Tara felt more at ease with Julian after the conversation, which 
she assumed had been the point. In spite of the circumstances of his 
arrival, she liked him, and she sensed that the other vampires trusted 
him for the most part. She couldnt help wondering about Lorelei, though, 
or more accurately, about her pregnancy. What kind of baby was she 
likely to have, if it had been fathered by a not-quite vampire? She 
hoped all went well for them. 
That night, sitting with Daniel in Dr. DeAngelos waiting room, 
other worries occupied her mind. If possible, she felt even more uncomfortable 
than she had the day before, when shed come alone. 
Never mind that Daniel was the patient. She wanted nothing more than 
to turn around and run. Surely this could do nothing but endanger Daniel, 
regardless of Julians opinion on the matter. 
Daniel seemed much more at ease. He sat in the waiting room 
next to her, reading a kids magazine. Shed assumed, before shed 
met him, that hed be interested in adult fare, given his chronological 
age. But he spent most of his time devoted to pursuits appropriate to 
his apparent age. She had no idea why that was. Maybe his brain had 
been stuck for five hundred years at the level of a ten-year-old. Other 
things about him made her think that was the case. 
He was so involved in the magazine, she had to nudge him when 
the receptionist called his name. He looked up at her with a very adult 
look of irritation. His voice, though, was a pre-adolescent whine. I 
dont want to go. 
Then youll have to talk to Julian. She grasped his elbow, urging 
him to his feet. 
I talked to Julian already. Hes annoying. Shoulders slumped, 
he followed her toward the office. 
Hanging back a little, Tara slipped an arm around his shoulders as 
they walked, and he leaned into her. He was more scared than angry, 

she was certain. 
Dr. DeAngelo met them with a warm smile. Good evening, he 
said to her, then turned his attention to Daniel. You must be Daniel. 
Yeah, thats me. Daniel fell into a chair. 
Tara sat next to him, patting his shoulder. Its okay, sweetie, she 
said. He rolled his eyes at her. She smiled her apology. 
Girls, said Dr. DeAngelo in a commiserating tone. Theyre 
always so mushy, arent they? 
Yeah. Daniel gave a wry grin. Enough to make you barf sometimes. 
My mom was like that, too. Always wanted to kiss me in front of 
my friends. 
Daniel made a face. Tara leaned away from him, partly to put him 
more at ease, partly to remove herself from the conversation. Time to 
let the doctor take over. 
So how are you tonight? Dr. DeAngelo began. Are you feeling 
okay? 
Daniel shrugged. Yeah, I guess. 
Id like to just talk a bit, get to know you a little, before we start 
anything too involved. Okay? 
Daniel shrugged again. Probably a typical reaction for a kid, Tara 
thought. In any case, the doctor seemed to be taking it in stride. He 
continued with his questions, asking things anyone might ask a ten-
year-old boy. Tara kept half her attention on the conversation, in case 
Daniel might need her to intercede, but he handled things well. Hed 
been pretending to be ten for a long timehe was good at it. 
Instead of watching Daniel, she focused on the doctor, looking for 
any indication that he might be suspicious, or ill at ease in any way. 
Certainly no sign of that, she thought, noting the movement of his finely 
cut mouth. He was a very handsome man, with dark, nearly black hair 
and eyes somewhere between green and hazel. He wore a dress shirt 
but no jacket, and hed unbuttoned the top button of the shirt beneath 
the loosened knot of his tie. A long day, Tara supposed. As he continued 
to chat with Daniel, he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. 
So, he said after a time. Lets talk a little about these problems 
youre having. 
Daniel cut Tara a look. Hed been briefed ahead of time on what 
hed supposedly done to warrant the intervention of a professional. 
She bit her lip, hoping he wouldnt suddenly decide to rebel. 
Yeah, okay, he said. 

This says youve been having trouble with your friends. Lashing 
out at them, calling them names. 
Yeah, and I hit a couple. 
Tara suppressed a smile. He was going to cooperate, and with 
flying colors, too, apparently. 
Im sure you dont need me to tell you this is inappropriate behavior. 
Grays tone was neutral. 
No, sir. 
So can you tell me why you do it? 
Daniel shrugged. They just piss me off, I guess. 
Does it have anything to do with your not being able to go outside? 
Are you feeling frustrated about that? 
Daniels mouth curled at one corner. Ive been living inside a 
long time, Dr. DeAngelo. I guess Im pretty much used to it by now. 
Then have there been any changes recently? 
Yeah, my dad left. That was tough. 
You still see him, though, correct? 
Yeah. Hes a good guy, I guess. 
Tara saw the curl in his mouth deepen. He was enjoying this. 
Shed discovered most vampires got a thrill out of extemporaneously 
inventing their personal histories. It amused them. Even Julian seemed 
to get revved when he had a good line going. 
Confident that Daniel he could carry the conversation at least for 
a while, she relaxed in her chair. 
And suddenly remembered the dream. 
Had it really been Gray DeAngelo kissing her? With his soft mouth 
and fondling tongue? Thinking back, the voice hadnt seemed quite like 
the voice she was hearing question Daniel about his relationship with 
his father. But somehow it had been the same. 
Uncomfortable, she shifted in her chair, trying not to stare at the 
doctor. What had they been talking about in that ridiculous dream? 
Something about being brave. What had they been doing that they 
needed to be brave? She wasnt sure she wanted to know. 
Ms. Summers. 
Tara started. Hed called her name more than once, she suddenly 
realized. Im sorry, she said. I drifted off there, for a minute. 
The doctor smiled, but she didnt miss the small spark of disapproval 
in his eyes. She should be ashamed of herself, she thought, not 
listening to her own son in this kind of a serious situation. 
Id like to speak to you alone for a few minutes, the doctor told 

her, just to finish things off for the day. 
Of course. She looked at Daniel. Can you wait for me in the 
lobby? You can finish your magazine. 
Sure. Daniel trudged off, equal parts obedience and reluctance. 
Watching him go, Tara wondered how much of that was an act put on 
for the doctor and how much was simply Daniel being himself. It was 
hard to tell with him. 
I think weve gotten a good start, Dr. DeAngelo said when 
Daniel had pulled the door shut behind him. For our next session Id 
like to try a little light hypnosis, get him used to the procedure before 
we try to isolate any trauma. 
That sounds reasonable. 
Whatevers bothering Daniel, Id bet its on a deeper level than 
current events between you and your husband. He seems at ease with 
his relationship with his father, and equally at ease with you. What do 
you know about his history before you adopted him? 
He was abused. He doesnt like to talk about it. I think thats 
probably what we need to look at. Im not sure he remembers everything 
that was done to himor that he acknowledges what he does 
remember. 
The doctor nodded. I think thats probably a good guess. He 
hesitated, eyeing her just a bit too closely. This isnt exactly kosher in 
my profession, but would you like to have a cup of coffee with me 
tomorrow? Maybe while Daniels in school? 
Tara blinked, surprised. The dream rushed in for a moment, even 
more intense than it had been while it was happening. She could almost 
feel his breath against her lips. Im not sure, Dr. DeAngelo. 
He gave a sheepish smile. Forgive me for being forward. Youre 
not really my patient, so I thought it might not be too untoward. He 
hesitated, then looked right into her eyes. The contact startled her. To 
be honest, since you walked into this office Ive been having the strangest 
feeling of dj vu. 
That startled her even more. Well . . . as long as were being 
honest, Ive sort of been sensing the same thing. We havent met before, 
have we? 
Not that Im aware of. But Ive always made it a policy to figure 
these things out when they happen to me. He shrugged. Sort of a 
therapist thing, I guess. 
So youre not really asking me on a date. 
No. Just for coffee. Some chat. Would that be okay? 

She couldnt deny the attraction. Had it been only that, nothing 
more than the primal pull of hormones, she would have refused. But it 
was more. She had the undeniable sense she knew him. Yes. Thatd 
be fine. Theres a coffee shop around the corner from my building. 
Would that be good? 
Thatd be fine. 
She wrote directions on a piece of paper, said goodnight to Dr. 
DeAngelo, then went to retrieve Daniel. 
Im hungry, he said when they reached the sidewalk. 
Okay, go. Ill meet you at home. 
She watched him disappear with her usual trepidation. Then, with 
a sigh, she turned and walked in the opposite direction, toward home. 

Three 
At seven the next morning, sitting at a table with a latte and a 
blueberry scone, Gray still wasnt sure being here was a good idea. 
When Tara walked in, saw him, and smiled, he was almost positive 
it wasnt. 
True, she wasnt his patient, but close enough. He didnt like to 
play fast and loose with the rules, particularly those hed made for 
himself. And his own rules definitely disallowed involvement with a 
patients mother. 
Still, he found his attention drawn to her as she bought her coffee 
and approached his table. Her blonde hair, cut in a neat, chin-length 
style, bobbed prettily as she walked. Her blue eyes shone when she 
smiled. 
But not the way they should have. They were bright with friendliness, 
but something inside him felt that was not enough. The light 
there should be colored by love. 
And the eyes should be green. 
He shook his head a little as she sat down, bewildered by the 
images in his head. Images that tried persistently to overlay the reality 
in front of him. 
Tara settled across from him and frowned delicately. Are you all 
right? 
Im fine. He schooled his features, wondering what kind of 
ridiculous expression they had held. Just a little tired. 
Oh, me, too. Daniel had me up half the night. She broke off, as 
if shed said something she hadnt meant to say. Then, in a different, 
less certain voice, she added, You know. Bad dreams. 
Thats not unusual. In fact, its something I would expect to see 
more of as treatment progresses. Im a bit surprised its started so 
soon, though. 
Taras frown deepened. So what causes them? 
Sometimes the subconscious starts working on problems we can 
only brush on in therapy sessions. Id like you to ask Daniel to start a 
dream journal. We can take a look at the imagery and see what his 
brain is trying to tell him. 

Okay. Ill tell him. 
Gray settled into his chair, tapping his scone. Tara hadnt bought 
anything to eat, he noticed. Ms. Summers, Im sure you understand, 
but I want to stress anyway, that you and Daniel have to be in this for 
the long haul. 
Call me Tara. She sipped her coffee, watching him over the rim 
of the cardboard cup. The look in her eyes wasnt quite seductive, 
wasnt quite coy, but seemed to be trying to hide elements of both. 
Did you really invite me here to talk about Daniel? Or is that your way 
of justifying it to yourself? 
Gray shifted uncomfortably. Honesty, he thought, was probably 
the best idea at this point. Maybe a little of both. 
Her smile was a little wistful, and she tilted her head, looking at 
him. So. The dj vu thing. What do you think its about? 
Its not that unusual, he said stonily. But the strength of itthat 
was unusual. 
What do you think it means? You do past-life regression hypnosis, 
dont you? Maybe we knew each other in another life. 
He shrugged, reluctant to entertain the idea, even though it was, 
technically, his specialty. I suppose its possible. 
Is that something youd be interested in exploring? 
Her teasing expression brought out the wicked in him. I dont 
know. Is that the kind of therapy youd be willing to pay for? 
At your rates? I dont think so. 
Maybe that ex-husband of yours could finance it. 
He immediately regretted the joke as her expression sobered. I 
dont think he would see it as a wise investment. She paused, frowning 
thoughtfully. Dont you think its a bit strange, though, that I came 
to you for help with Daniel, and then we both feel this connection? 
Yes, I do. 
Has anything like this ever happened to you before? 
No, I cant say that it has. 
So what are you going to do about it? 
The question caught him off guard. Maybe I should ask you to 
do a dream journal. 
She flushed. Just as hed suspected she would. He nodded smugly. 
Thats what I thought. The whole past-life thing is a big joke to you. 
But Ive been doing this for a long time, and Ive seen some pretty 
strange things. If we start looking into it, youd better be prepared for 
what you might find. 

Her gaze hardened. Ditto, Dr. DeAngelo. 
He quirked an eyebrow. The color of her eyes might be different 
from those eyes he remembered, but the sparks flying from them at 
that moment looked eerily familiar. You think I might not like what I 
learn about you? 
Yes. And about Daniel, too. She scooped up her coffee and, 
with one last flash of her eyes, left him. 
Odd, he thought, and returned to his scone. 
Tara spent the rest of the day wishing shed kept her mouth shut. 
She had no idea what had possessed her, besides sheer anger at Gray 
DeAngelos nerve. Something about the connection between them, 
and finding out he was aware of it, too, had rattled her badly. Badly 
enough that shed opened her big mouth and said things she shouldnt 
have said. There was no point putting ideas in his head, after all, especially 
about Daniel. 
There was also no point, she supposed, in dwelling on things she 
couldnt do anything about. Shed said what shed said, and couldnt 
take the words back. Maybe she could just blame it on sexual tension. 
Or PMS. Or lack of breakfast. Regardless, there had to be some way 
to smooth things over. 
When she went to his office that evening, though, there didnt 
seem to be a need for any smoothing. Dr. DeAngelo immediately started 
to work with Daniel, putting him into a light hypnotic state to be sure he 
was comfortable with the procedure. Tara watched with interest. 
Do you remember the first time you saw your mom? The doctors 
voice was soft, in keeping with the atmosphere hed created in the 
room. 
Tara was almost afraid to breathe. Easy questions, she thought. 
Start out easy, then get to the tough stuff. 
Yes, said Daniel. 
What did you think of her? 
I thought she was pretty. But too young to be of much use to 
me. 
The doctors eyebrows compressed a bit. Tara bit her lip. Daniel 
didnt sound like a ten-year-old boy at all. What do you mean by 
that? the doctor went on. 
I mean that she didnt seem like she knew much of anything. 
She was twenty-something, just a kid I guess. She hadnt been around. 
And you had? 

A hell of a lot more than she had. 
But you grew to like her. 
I dont know. Maybe. Shes done some good stuff since then. 
Shes smarter than she looks. 
The doctor steepled his fingers, leaning his elbows on his knees. 
What do you remember about the people you were with before? 
A little. No one really watched out for me before. 
Do you remember the first person who loved you? 
There was a long pause. Tara held her breath, wondering how 
many centuries Daniel was sifting through to find the answer to that 
question. The plight of child vampires was often an unpleasant one, 
and she tried not to think about all the people who might have used, hurt 
or abused him through his long lifetime. 
Finally he said, in a small voice, My mother. 
That startled Tara, but of course it seemed a perfectly normal 
answer to the doctor, who continued with his questions. 
You remember your real mother? 
Yes. She was gentle. She had a soft voice. We used to go . . . 
outside. Into the sun. 
The doctor nodded. I see. This was before you were diagnosed 
with porphyria? 
It was when I could still go into the sun. Daniels voice held a 
reverent tone. It was bright and warm, and it didnt hurt. And I could 
eat. Meat and fruit and He broke off, and when he spoke again, it 
was no longer in English. 
The doctor exchanged glances with Tara, then returned his attention 
to Daniel. He let the boy talk for a while, in an odd language unlike 
anything Tara had ever heard before. Finally, when Daniel paused, a 
rapturous expression on his face, Dr. DeAngelo said gently, Daniel, 
its time to come back. Ill count backwards from ten 
When Daniel had returned to the present, the doctor discussed 
what had happened, asked him a few questions, then asked him to sit in 
the lobby while he talked to Tara. Daniel gave her a weighted look as 
he walked out. She nodded encouragement. 
That was weird, she said to the doctor when Daniel was gone. 
Do you think he was having a past-life regression or something? 
Its possible, but I wouldnt rush to that conclusion. Do you know 
anything about his biological mother? Maybe she spoke another language 
at home. 
Tara shrugged. I dont know. Ill see if I can find out. 

Great. Thatll be your assignment for next time, then. That and 
the dream journal. 
She gave him a narrow look. Daniels or mine? 
He grinned. Both, if you like. He stood, effectively ending their 
heart-to-heart. Ill see you tomorrow night, then. 
The whole situation was eating at Gray. Something just didnt 
seem right to him. About Daniel spouting strange languages, about Tara 
and her blue eyes that should have been green. As he talked to Daniel, 
it had suddenly occurred to him that he knew where he might be able to 
find answers. 
He wasnt sure why he hadnt thought of it before. It seemed 
obvious, once the idea popped into his head. Maybe hed been repressing. 
He should talk to a professional about that. 
At home, he went to his bookshelves and reached for a set of 
hardback journals on the top shelf. He wasnt sure which one he was 
after, and the dates werent a great deal of help. There wasnt much 
for it but to skim through the books until he found what he was looking 
for. 
The books were diaries recording his own experiences with regression 
hypnosis. Hed gone through several sessions with a trained 
hypnotist, exploring his own past, and eventually discovering a sequence 
of previous lives. Unfortunately, he didnt recall the details of the sessions. 
Hed been a difficult hypnosis subject, able to remember details 
immediately after the sessions but unable to retain them for very long. 
The journals had been written mostly by his therapist, but he himself 
had scribbled frantically, post-session, in many of them. Between the 
therapists handwriting and his own hurried scrawls, reading the journals 
proved more of a chore than hed anticipated. 
The first two volumes yielded nothing. He moved on to the third. 
Daniel was quieter than usual, barely speaking on the way home. 
He took the time to get a jacket, then headed out with little more than a 
farewell grunt. 
Tara sighed, tossing her purse on the couch. Obviously todays 
session had disturbed him. She just wished he would open up to her. 
It would be another long night spent with the television, falling 
asleep in front of late-night talk shows. Parenting was hard. Especially 
parenting a vampire. 
Exhausted from dealing with Daniels erratic schedule, shed hoped 

to fall asleep quickly, but the buzzing in her brain kept her awake. She 
kept thinking about the evenings session, about Daniels strange lapse 
into that strange language and the way hed closed up after the session. 
Hed returned to where theyd wanted him to be, to the days 
before hed been made into a vampire. Hed remembered the sun. 
Doubtless, Julian would be pleased, but Tara thought it was probably 
too much for Daniel to deal with all at once. 
Or maybe his moodiness was due to hunger. On reflection, shed 
scheduled his sessions a little too early in the evening. There wasnt 
time for him to get a significant meal before he went to the doctor. 
Maybe she should call in the morning and change the appointment. 
She flipped channels for a time, finally settling on an infomercial. 
She finally drifted off to the over-excited tones of men raving about 
spray-on hair. 
Gray found volume three of his journals more interesting. Skimming 
through the pages, he found the descriptions hed been looking 
forthe green-eyed woman with pale hair, the man whod been himself 
but wasnt. And, reading on, he remembered why hed forgotten. 
Hell, he said to himself. This cant be it. 
She was certain the dark, narrow alley would mean their 
deaths. Their pursuers had deliberately driven them here. There 
was no escape. 
Liam set himself in front of her, placing his body between her 
and the dark shadows approaching them. She clutched at his coat, 
fear bitter in her throat. 
Do we have anything left? she asked. Crosses, garlic, 
holy water? 
I have garlic, but it doesnt seem to do any good. 
Nothing seems to work. I dont understand. Weve followed 
the legends 
I think the legends are wrong. He drew his pistol. This 
isnt supposed to work, but Im going to try it. If nothing else, 
maybe it will slow them down. 
Trying is better than dying. She took a moment to appreciate 
her own unintentional cleverness, then grabbed the other pistol 
from under his coat. This ones loaded, as well, I hope? 
Yes. 
So they stood their ground together. The shadows drew closer, 

intent, growling, the faint moonlight glinting off long, feral fangs. 
Vampires. She hadnt believed in them until Liam had shown 
her. There were times when shed regretted letting herself be pulled 
into his dark world. This was not one of those times. If there was 
anyone in the world she was willing to die with, or for, it was Liam. 
And the vampires advanced 
Were in the alleyway, Gray read aloud to himself. The vampires 
are coming closer. Our only defense is two pistols. Everything 
thats supposed to work on vampires doesnt work. Felicity is behind 
me, holding onto my coat. We fire. Shaking his head, he turned the 
page. What a bunch of nonsense. I put a bullet between the eyes of 
the first one. Felicity fires with equal success. They stagger back, 
wounded more than I thought possible. Maybe, just maybe, theres 
enough space to slide by, to get out 
He dropped the book and shoved back in his chair, letting his head 
bang against the wall behind him. No wonder hed forgotten this. It 
hadnt been a genuine past-life experiencecouldnt have been, with 
vampires crawling through it. As he recalled, he and his therapist had 
never quite figured out what this series of visions had represented. 
The accounts he was looking for had to be somewhere else, he 
thought, eyeing the book hed let fall on the desk. Volume four, maybe. 
But this one, with its convoluted fantasy about vampires, was the 
one that felt in sync with the dj vu memories hed been having. 
Besides, he wanted to see what happened next. 
There was enough room, barely, to slide past the staggering 
vampires and out of the alley. She took her chance, following Liam, 
clinging to his coat. A rush went through her, of excitement more 
than fear, making her heart beat hard and her breath come fast. 
And they almost made it. Steps before freedom, a hand clamped 
onto her skirts, yanking her back. 
Felicity! Liams voice roared in her ears as she was dragged 
around to face the snarl of a vampire. A vampire with a bullet hole 
right between his eyes. 
It bent its head toward her throat 
Suddenly theres another vampire. Its as if hes come out of 
nowhere. He grabs the vampire who has Felicity and flings him down 
the street. Go! he shouts to us, and, God help me, Im too frightened, 

too bloody scared, even to think about killing him. We run. We just run. 
But I look at him over my shoulder at him, trying to see what he looks 
like. He is a vampire and, therefore, a demon, and despite that he 
helped us escape, he still must die. 
Gray vaguely recalled his therapist pausing there, asking him for a 
description. Hed done his best to provide one, but the figure in the 
dream had been shadowy, vague. A man of medium height and build, 
with dark hair. He could have been anyone. 
This is pointless, Gray muttered, slamming the journal shut. 
The teeth were almost at her throat when hands jerked the 
vampire away, freeing her. She ran, following Liam, but took one 
last look over her shoulder, to see the face of the creature who 
had saved her. 
Tara jerked awake, sitting straight up on the couch. Julian. 

Four 
There was no getting back to sleep after that. Tara paced the 
floor for an hour, looking at her watch and muttering to herself about 
Daniels continued absence. Sunrise wasnt that far away, after all. 
Yes, hed done fine for himself for five centuries, but that hadnt involved 
her waiting up for him, worrying that hed been abducted or 
killed by the Dark Children. Was he staying close to home, as shed 
told him to do? Was he even staying in Manhattan, where it was supposed 
to be safe? 
When he finally did come home, he looked so forlorn that she 
couldnt bring herself to chastise him. Instead she went straight to him 
and knelt in front of him, holding out her arms. Oh, honey, are you all 
right? 
A moment after shed made the move, a moment after the saccharine 
words had come out of her mouth, she cringed. Daniel hated 
that stuff, the Mommy stuff, the nurturing stuff. But he stepped right 
into her arms and let her hold him. 
He said nothing for several long seconds, and she didnt break the 
silence. Finally he took a step back, looking sheepishly at the floor. 
Im sorry. 
No, its okay, Daniel. Sensing the Mom moment had passed, 
Tara pushed herself to her feet. But she couldnt resist a last caress of 
his head, an almost-tousle of his hair. Whatevers wrong, you can talk 
to me about it. 
Yeah. He went to the couch and sank into it. For once he didnt 
turn the TV on right away. How come youre up? 
She shrugged. I had a bad dream. It woke me up, and I couldnt 
get back to sleep. 
He peered cautiously up at her. About me? 
No. Not about you. She frowned. Why would you think Id 
have a bad dream about you? 
Because Im a monster. He stopped, pressed his lips together, 
scrubbed angrily at his eyes. You should be afraid of me. You should 
run and run and never stop running. 
Shed heard a lot of strange things come out of Daniels mouth, 

but never once had she felt threatened by him. And she didnt then. 
She sat next to him on the couch and slipped an arm around his thin 
shoulders. You mean like this? 
He blinked rapidly, then buried his face in her chest and wept. 
She let him cry, patting his back and stroking his hair. There, 
there, she murmured. Its okay. 
No, its not okay. He sniffled, then suddenly gulped and pushed 
away from her. Are you sure I can talk to you? Are you sure you can 
handle it? 
She wasnt sure at all. But she figured, after seeing her boyfriend 
staked through the heart, she could handle whatever Daniel had to say. 
Just tell me. Im a big girl. 
Im a vampire, he said. Vampires drink human blood. 
Tara nodded. Yes, for the most part. 
I go out every night, and I feed. I come home, and you talk to me 
like nothing weird is going on, like I went out for a hot dog. 
I dont really see how I can do much else. You have to eat, and 
Julian told me the plasma drinks make you sick. 
For several minutes, Daniel remained silent, and she could see he 
was trying to work up the courage to say what he needed to say. 
Do you know He stopped, closed his eyes, swallowed so 
hard she could hear it. Do you know if I kill people when I go out? 
No. I dont know. She paused, wondering if she should ask the 
obvious question. Dont you know? 
No. Thats the problem. I go out and feed, and I come home, and 
I have no memory of where Ive been or where Ive gone. Its always 
been that way. I dont know what I eat or who I hurt. Or kill. 
Oh. I see. She fought the urge to reach for him again. 
Ive been alive for five hundred years. His voice had gone thin 
and choked again. How many people have I murdered in all that time? 
Count on the little vampire kid to ask the tough questions. Absently, 
Tara stroked his hair again. He was just a little boy. Even his 
depiction of himself as a bloodthirsty killer couldnt change her perception 
of him as innocent, unblemished in many ways by his nature. 
If I had to guess, she ventured, Id have to say not very many. 
He brightened a little. Really? Why? 
Because in all the time Ive known you, youve gone out every 
night and come back apparently having had a satisfactory meal. But I 
havent heard anything on the news, ever, about any mysterious deaths 
in the vicinity. 

His eyes widened. Oh, my gosh. Youre right. I read the paper 
most mornings, and I havent seen anything there, either. 
Right. Youre a small person, Daniel. Even the big vampires can 
feed their hunger without killing if they want to, or learn how to. She 
knew that ability varied among vampires, depending on who had Made 
them, but she also knew without a doubt that it was possible. My 
guess is you take what you need and go on, without ever actually killing 
anyone at all. 
Relief swept over Daniels face for a few seconds, then his expression 
hardened again. I need to know. I need to be sure. Do you 
think that doctor can help me find out? 
Tara frowned. Im not sure thats such a good idea. At his 
sudden, crestfallen look, she added, But Ill talk to Julian about it. 
Good. Because I need to know what Ive been before I can 
decide what I want to be. I need to know exactly whats been going on 
with me for the past five hundred years. 
Okay. Ill talk to Julian. I need to see him, anyway, today. Now, 
you get to bed. The suns going to be up soon. 
He yawned. Yeah, I can feel it. Standing, he headed for his 
small, sun-tight bedroom. Wish Id gotten home earlier. I missed that 
Dragonball Z marathon. 
Next time let me know, and Ill tape it for you. 
He gave her a sweet, boyish smile. Thanks. 
As usual, Julian was awake and in his office. He wasnt working, 
though. Instead, the complex and colorful graphics of a fantasy wargame 
filled his computer screen. She wondered why he would be wasting 
time with such a thing, then realized the map on his screen echoed the 
layout of the Underground. He was using the games map generator to 
work out battle strategies. 
Tara, he said as she entered. How are you? 
Things have taken an interesting turn. She sank onto the comfortable 
couch. A couple of interesting turns, actually. 
She told him about her conversation with Daniel, then, more hesitantly, 
about the dreams. I dont really know what to think, much less 
what to do. Ive never run into anything like this. 
Julian smiled. Not many have. 
Thats not very reassuring. Her fingers were trembling; she 
folded them together to keep them still. I almost called him Liam last 
night. Its all so She broke off as Julians eyebrows shot upward. 

Whats wrong? 
He composed himself quickly. A little too quickly. Nothing. 
Do youor did youknow somebody named Liam? 
He shrugged, his expression once again inscrutable. Its a pretty 
common name. Particularly in Ireland. 
Tara wasnt about to settle for such a feeble answer. She started 
to ask for a definite yes or no, but at that moment, Lorelei wandered in, 
tousled and sleepy-eyed. 
She kissed Julian warmly and settled onto his lap. Anything like 
what? 
It sounds as if Tara and I may have encountered each other in a 
former life, Julian said. Well, a former life for her, anyway. Just my 
same old, really long one. 
Lorelei made a face. Oh. I thought I was the only one who could 
claim that distinction. 
Tara perked up. Really? You knew Julian sometime way back 
when? 
He thinks so. Im not so sure. I mean, I dont remember shit 
about it. She stood. Im going up for coffee. Anyone want anything? 
Bring me down some milk, if you could, said Julian. 
I could use some coffee. Any pastries? 
You betcha. So, coffee and donuts for the girlsand gross, disgusting, 
unpasteurized milk for the ex-bloodsucker. See you in a bit. 
Julian followed her to the door and watched her go, a deep-seated 
warmth in his eyes. Tara cleared her throat, then smiled at his obvious 
reluctance in closing the door and turning back to look at her. 
So, he said, settling beside her, on the couch, do you think Gray 
DeAngelo may have some memory of the same past life you remember? 
Well, he is a past-life regression therapist, she replied. Id say 
its a safe bet hes done it himself. And hes as likely to have remembered 
Liam and Felicity as any other past life he might have had. 
Julian sighed. Then you might need to level with him. 
You mean tell him the truth? 
He nodded, his lips quirking up at the corners in an almost-smile. 
Sometimes it just has to be done. 
But the danger to Daniel . . . 
Julian sobered. Yes, I know. The way I see it, this will go one of 
two ways. Either DeAngelos knowing the truth about Danieland 
about the two of you, and about mewill ease the way for Daniel and 

actually be a great help in his therapy. Or the doctor will start to identify 
with the less fortunate aspects of his former personality and decide 
he has to slay vampires again. 
That doesnt sound like much fun. 
No, it wouldnt be. But if it comes down to it, I can deal with 
him. 
You mean kill him? 
Only if it comes to that. 
Tara took a long breath. I really, really dont like this. 
I know. He paused, studying her face. You and Grayyou 
were lovers in that previous life, werent you? 
She felt her face redden. It kind of looks that way, yes. 
She wished he would look away. His scrutiny seemed to bore into 
her soul, and it only intensified as he spoke. 
You need to be prepared, Tara. If you knew me in a previous life, 
and you also knew DeAngelo, then its possiblelikely, eventhat 
DeAngelo knew me, too. And if hes having these dreams, too . . . He 
trailed off, reached to lay a hand on her shoulder. If he figures out that 
vampires are real and reverts to Liams policy of indiscriminate killing 
Tara, I wont let him hurt Daniel or anyone in the Underground. 
You need to be prepared for that. 
She understood only too well. And she hated it. But she nodded, 
anyway, knowing he was waiting for it. 
Dont look so worried, Julian said. From what youve told me, 
the doctor sounds like a reasonable person. If he starts channeling 
Liam, Im sure we can talk him down. He squeezed her shoulder. 
Were the good guys, after all. Hell understand that. 
She knew he was trying to reassure her, but it wasnt working. 
Instead, she felt as if there were somethingsomething important 
that he wasnt telling her. Then again, between the weird past-life 
dreams and lack of sleep, maybe she was getting paranoid. Either way, 
she had to trust Julian. 
And maybe it would all work out. 
She laid her hand on top of his on her shoulder. Okay. Well just 
have to see what happens. 
Frowning, Gray hung up the phone. Normally, he would have been 
excited about the news hed just received, but for some reason, something 
didnt seem right. 
He looked down at the notes hed written on the pad next to the 

phone. Possibly Australian aboriginal dialect previously unrecorded. 
His linguist friend, Mark, whom he contacted whenever a mysterious 
language popped up in a past-life session, had been nearly bouncing off 
the walls with ecstasy. The language Daniel had spoken in his last 
session appeared to be a more primitive version of a language spoken 
by modern aborigines. Mark hadnt been sure how old it might be, but 
his colleagues were analyzing it. 
Gray recalled a similar occurrence, a few years ago. Hed had a 
patient who, under hypnosis, had spoken for hours on end in a language 
Mark had finally identified as Etruscan. Another patients tongue of 
choice had never been positively identified. Mark had theorized it to be 
an ancient precursor to Greek, but he could neither confirm that nor 
translate the language fragments. 
So why did Daniels speaking a foreign language seem so strange? 
Maybe because the other patients hadnt looked Etruscan or ancient 
Greek. Whereas Daniel actually looked as if he could be of Australian 
aboriginal heritage. 
Gray dropped his face to his hands, rubbing his forehead with his 
fingertips. He needed to get a grip. The diaries hed read, the strange 
reaction he was having to Tara . . . then being reminded that hed seen 
vampires in his personal journey through past-life regression . . . he 
was starting to question everything he believed in. 
No, he wasnt going to go there. He didnt think he could deal 
with it right now. 
Instead, he called Tara. She sounded sleepy, but perked up when 
he explained what hed discovered. 
So you think this really might be a past life experience? she 
asked. 
I think theres a good chance. He paused. Listen, I know you 
didnt bring Daniel to me looking to explore his past lives. And it sounds 
as if his current one has been traumatic enough. But sometimes past-
life regression is helpful in solving current problems. Can we meet, 
maybe today for lunch, if youre free, and discuss this? 
Another consultation? She sounded wary. 
Informal. He smiled. I wont charge you. 
All right. He could hear her answering smile in her voice. Its 
a date. Ill meet you at your office. 
She hung up before he could protest her use of the word date. 
Bemused, he stared at the phone for a few seconds before he carefully 
replaced the receiver. 

* * * 
But maybe it was a date, Gray thought later. If the way his heart 
began to accelerate when he saw Tara walk into the reception area of 
his office was any indication, the term wasnt far off the mark. He 
really had to watch himself. Getting involved with her could cause him 
all manner of problems. 
Still, as they walked to the diner on the corner, he couldnt resist 
carefully bumping shoulders with her. She didnt seem to mind. If she 
even noticed. She did seem rather absorbed in her own thoughts. 
He found out why when they were seated in the diner, eating 
sandwiches. 
Ive given a great deal of thought to your suggestion about Daniel. 
You knowthe past-life regression thing, she said. Shed eaten only 
a few bites of her sandwich and was merely playing with her French 
fries. He and I had a discussion yesterday after his session, and he 
has some specific goals he wants to address. 
Gray frowned in sudden realization. Where is Daniel, anyway? 
He doesnt go to regular school, does he? 
Taras face froze, and she stopped chewing. Then, carefully, she 
said, Hes at home with a tutor. My ex-husband pays for private schooling. 
Her words were even, as if she were reciting something. Then 
she laughed a little. I can only stand so much second-hand algebra. 
Hes learning algebra already? Bright kid. He paused, giving 
her a chance to respond, but she didnt. So what are these specific 
goals? 
Hes aware of certain blank areas in his memory. He wants to 
fill those in. One of those was remembering his mother, and now hed 
like to address other issues. 
So what are you proposing? 
I propose that we do exactly what Daniel wants to do, and no 
more. If that leads us into past life stuff again, so be it. If not, then I 
think its best to leave it alone. She dragged an abnormally long French 
fry through the puddle of ketchup on her plate. I dont want to cause 
him too much stress. Not right now. The past life memories wont go 
away. He can dredge them up any time he chooses. Right now I think 
we need to focus on the immediate issues. 
All right, fair enough. He watched her for a few seconds, as 
she again attended to her food. Her eating pattern struck him as ner-
vousshe was pulling pieces out of her sandwich instead of eating the 
whole thing, and shed constructed some sort of complicated filing sys

tem with her fries. They seemed to be sorted by length, although some 
of the piles had fallen into each other. 
Finally he said, Speaking of immediate issues . . . 
Yes? she prompted. 
The dj vu thing we were talking about. I went through some of 
my old therapy journals, just out of curiosity. 
And? 
I found some strange things. I think that might have been what I 
was remembering. If so, its all just a coincidence. 
You mean we didnt actually know each other in a past life? 
What makes you say that? 
Because the journal I was remembering didnt refer to a past-
life regression. It was something else. He waved vaguely. Some 
kind of hallucination or dream recall, or something along those lines. 
Are you sure? 
It has to be. There were vampires in it. He took a bite of his 
sandwich and shrugged. 
She laughed, but the sound seemed false. Really? You remembered 
being with me and hunting vampires? 
There was a woman described in the visions, yes. As to whether 
it was you, well, I doubt it. But, yes, I was hunting vampires with her. 
How did you know? 
She dodged the question. What kind of vampires? 
Nasty ones with sharp, pointy teeth. What other kind is there? 
She looked at him levelly, her expression remarkably serious. Well, 
I dont know. Because in the dream I had, there was a nice one who 
rescued us. 
He gaped at her. My God. Youre kidding. 
Do I look like Im kidding? 
This is bizarre. Extremely bizarre. There was a similar scene in 
my journals. He shook his head slowly. There has to be some logical 
explanation. 
And Im sure youll think of it sometime soon. When you do, let 
me know. 
She stood and wheeled, but he caught her by the elbow. 
Why do you keep doing that? 
Doing what? she said. 
Storming off. You say cryptic things, and then you storm off. Is 
there something youre not telling me? 
She just looked at him. Something lurked behind her eyes, some

thing that he thought might dissolve into tears. Finally she sat back 
down. Im afraid for Daniel. 
Okay, unexpected change of subject, but he could handle it. What 
does any of this have to do with Daniel? 
I know things about Daniel that you dont. Im counting on you 
to be able to help him. If you cant handle She broke off. 
Gray was flummoxed. He didnt understand the intensity in her 
voice, or the way her eyes seemed about to overflow. What does this 
have to do with ridiculous dreams about vampires? 
That were both having. The same dreams. She closed her 
eyes suddenly, squeezing the bridge of her nose with her fingers. You 
know what? Never mind. I need to talk to Daniel. If he wants to continue 
with his therapy, youll see us tonight. 
This time she went, leaving half her sandwich behind. Watching 
her go, Gray realized he had no idea what theyd just been talking 
about. 
I want to go. 
Are you sure? Tara felt she had to ask the question. But, truthfully, 
Daniel looked about as sober and certain as shed ever seen him. 
I mean, Im not entirely sure hes going to be able to deal with you 
once the pieces start coming together. 
He already thinks Im having past-life regressions. Why would 
he think any different? 
Daniel, you said you wanted to remember feeding. You wont be 
able to pass that off as a past-life thing. 
I dont think theres going to be a problem. Obviously hes hunted 
vampires in a previous life, so he knows theyre real. 
No, he doesnt know. He doesnt believe any of its real. 
Daniel frowned. How could he not believe it if youre both having 
the same dreams? 
Because hes a human being, and human beings can be unbelievably 
thick-headed and stupid. 
Daniel smiled a little. Except you, right? 
Are you kidding? I went out with Dom for nearly two years 
without ever figuring out he was a vampire. She gave a wry grin, 
remembering what shed come to think of as the Brain Dead Years. I 
thought he was just afraid of commitment. 
Daniel laughed, then suddenly sobered. Dom. Dominic. 
Yes. She swallowed, surprised by the surge of emotion. It had 

been a long time since shed cried for Dom. It was because of him 
that I started believing in the existence of vampires. Some of his friends 
ended up introducing me to the Senior. You knew him? 
Yeah. Im sorry. I didnt know.
Its okay. It was a long time ago.
Not that long. Three years is . . . is a heartbeat to me.
Tara nodded. She hadnt thought of it that way before. So much
had happened to her in the past three years, sometimes it felt like a 
lifetime. 
The silence stretched, but she didnt notice until Daniel spoke 
again, his voice quiet and strained. I need this, Tara. I need to know. I 
need to know what I am before I can decide what I want to be. 
Are you sure? She wasnt sure she wanted him to know. 
Im sure. And then . . . I think Im going to do it. Change back. 
He paused. Promise me you wont leave me. If I do turn mortal, Im 
going to need you. I think Im going to need a mom. 
Blinking away sudden tears, Tara smiled and held her arms out to 
him. He came to her, let her hold him. I can do that, she said. 
He held her tight. Thank you. 

Five 
It had been Daniels decision, and that was the way it should be, 
so Tara sat quietly on her usual chair in the corner and waited for the 
inevitable drama to unfold. 
Daniel looked Gray straight in the eye and said, I need to know 
the truth about myself, Dr. DeAngelo. 
Thats what were here for, Gray said gently, exactly as if he 
were talking to a child. I want to help you get to the root of your 
problems. 
Yes. And I think you can do that. Promise me youll do that. 
Ill do what I can, of course. He looked toward Tara, a question 
in his eyes, but she looked away. 
A few minutes later, the session was underway. 
Im in the darkness again. The smell is thick. Alley smells. Garbage 
and, um, piss, I guess. Daniel spoke in a low monotone. Gray 
had been leading him deeper into the meditative state for the last half-
hour. In spite of herself, Tara had become absorbed in the interplay. At 
times it seemed more like Daniel was leading Gray than the other way 
around. But Daniel knew what he wanted, knew where he had to go, 
and in spite of his memory lapses, she had the feeling he had a strength 
of mind unlike anything Gray had ever encountered before. 
What are you doing there? Grays voice, too, was soft. 
Im hunting. 
For what? 
For food. 
Your mother, your parents, where are they? Do they feed you? 
Daniels blank eyes stared into space. He barely blinked as the 
mental image absorbed him. Theyre dead. They died a long time ago. 
The one who Changed me, he taught me how to hunt, how to feed. 
Tara held her breath. Gray said, What do you hunt? What do you 
eat? 
There was a long pause. Finally, Daniel broke the silence. Rats, 
mostly. Sometimes dogs and cats. 
Carefully, slowly, Tara let her breath out. Grays face had tightened 
in carefully controlled disgust, but when he spoke, his voice re

mained a gentle monotone. Do you kill them yourself? 
Yes. He taught me how. He killed people sometimes but he told 
me not to try. He said I was too small, and that animals were safer. But 
he said if I could get a human being, it would taste so much better. So 
maybe he would teach me later how to do it, even though I was small. 
Who was this man? What was his name? 
His name was Reaper. That was what he called himself. I dont 
know what his real name was. 
Would you recognize him if you saw him? 
Hes dead. He fell asleep in the sun one time, and he caught on 
fire. I saw his bones the next morning. I think somebody tied him up so 
he couldnt get home. 
Taras gaze shot to Gray, and she held her breath. But his face 
remained impassive. 
All right, Daniel, he said, I think thats enough. 
He brought Daniel back slowly, as usual, but this time didnt ask 
him to leave the room right away. Instead he knelt in front of Daniels 
chair. Daniel, are you all right? 
Daniel nodded. Im fine. 
Do you remember what you saw? 
Daniel slanted a look toward Tara. Just a little. 
Gently, Gray took his hand. Daniel, what happened to you wasnt 
your fault. Someone did something terrible to you, taught you terrible 
things. I think you might need someone besides me to help you with 
this. If I had known what we were going to find, I might have recommended 
another doctor. 
Its okay, Dr. DeAngelo. Im glad I remembered. Ill be okay. 
Im going to talk to some of my colleagues to see if one of them 
can take you on for intensive psychotherapytraditional therapy, that 
is. I dont think Im qualified to deal with this on my own. 
Tara stood. I dont think that would be wise right now. 
Grays gaze jerked toward her. I think its necessary. 
For a moment, she drew a blank. What possible argument could 
she offer? Then the obvious solution came to her. I need to talk to my 
ex-husband. He needs to know. Hes paying, after all. 
This is extremely important, Tara. If theres going to be a problem 
with payment, then I need to talk to him. In fact, it might be a good 
idea for me to talk to him, anyway. 
Daniel jumped a little, then looked at Tara. A faint smile rose on 
his mouth, a gleam of laughter twinkling in his eyes. Yeah, Mom. I 

think it might be a good idea for him to talk to Dad. 
Tara resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Ill talk to him. Ill be sure 
this all gets taken care of. 
Gray stopped her again on the way out. This is very important. 
You need to be sure your ex-husband understands that. Ive had some 
bad things come out of patients under hypnotherapy, but never anything 
like this. Its absolutely vital that Daniel get treatment 
Tara grasped his arm. I understand, Gray. Ill take care of it. 
As they walked down the steps together, Tara rolled her eyes at 
Daniel. Jeez. Did he overreact, or what? 
Probably not many ten-year-old kids remember killing rats and 
dogs in an alley. His face lit up in a slow smile. Rats. Not people. 
The smile faded. I like dogs, though. Thats bad. I dont want to eat 
dogs. And Reaper said he was going to teach me to eat people. Do you 
think he ever did? His big eyes looked worried again. 
Tara put her arm around him. Remember what I told you. No 
reports of unexpected deaths. I think youre in the clear. 
He nodded. I hope so. 
He remained thoughtful the rest of their walk home, and when 
they reached the door to the apartment building he said, Im not hunting 
tonight. 
Arent you hungry? 
I am. Im going Underground. I want to see Dr. Greene. 
What about? 
I want to get something to eat, and I want to talk to him about the 
mortality thing. He shrugged. No decisions yet. Just information. 
He reached toward her, plucking shyly at her sleeve. Ill stay down 
there all night. So you dont have to worry about me. That way you can 
get some sleep. 
Tara smiled. Ill do that. But first, Ill walk you to the entrance. 
The entrance to the Underground wasnt far, making an escort 
seem unnecessary, but he tolerated her company. She watched him 
disappear through the entryway and wished somebody down there had 
a phone, so she could call and check on him later. At least she knew 
where he would be, which was better than most nights. 
By the time she made her way to her apartment, she had decided 
to follow Daniels advice and get a good nights sleep. It would be the 
first shed had since shed agreed to take him in, and God knows, she 
needed it. 
By nine oclock, relieved of the burden of worrying about Daniel, 

she could no longer hold her eyes open. She crawled into her pajamas, 
then into bed, and dropped off before she could wonder how long it 
would take her to fall asleep. 
Felicity, it is not my habit to take advantage of a lady. 
She twisted her fingers in the neck of his white shirt. You are 
not taking advantage, and I daresay I am not a lady. 
He dipped his head toward her, kissing her, his mouth hard 
and hot. She tangled her tongue with his, glorying in the sensation. 
The evenings adventures had driven her to a place she knew 
well, where she craved the slide of skin against skin, the catharsis 
of relentless climax. 
He drew back, looking into her face, the familiar heat smoldering 
in his eyes. You most certainly are a lady, and I would put 
a stake through the heart of anyone who said otherwise. His 
hands slid up from her waist to pull at the hooks at the back of her 
dress, loosening them. 
Lets save the stakes for the vampires, she whispered, and 
grabbed him by the hair and kissed him again. 
It was furious between themit always was. Especially on 
nights like this, when their passion was fueled by the aftermath of 
shared danger. Tonight they had barely escaped death at the teeth 
of a gang of vampires, but theyd managed to kill two of them 
before theyd been forced to flee. Nearly losing Liam had made 
her want him desperately, so desperately shed barely been able 
to wait until they returned to their small tenement house. 
Now she pulled eagerly at his clothes, pulled him down onto 
the narrow bed. His mouth left her mouth and found her breasts as 
he peeled her bodice open. She arched into him, crying out at the 
tug of his mouth on her breast, the press of his tongue against her 
nipple. He pushed and pulled at her skirts until they fell to the 
floor. She tugged at the fastenings of his trousers until her fingers 
found his sex, thick and hot and ready. She cupped him, luxuriating 
in the velvety skin and the heat that filled her hand. 
She had never been shy with himshe had never needed to 
be. She trusted him implicitly with her life, with her body. When his 
hand slid between her thighs, she shifted to allow him easier access. 
His fingers slid inside her, his thumb finding the center of 
her pleasure, and she gasped as he rolled and pressed her there, 
until she shuddered over him, her body melting into fire and ecstasy. 

He pressed his fingers deeper into her as she pulsed against 
him; then he shifted her body, bringing her down onto the heat of 
his ready erection. He slid deep into her, and she moved on him, 
drawing him in as far as she could. She loved the way he felt 
inside her, loved possessing him and being possessed by him, the 
slide and the heat and the friction as he slaked his thirst for her 
body. When he finished she had ridden the wave again, and plummeted 
back down with him 
Tara sat up in bed, shuddering. Not with fear, but with the aftershocks 
of powerful orgasm. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she 
hugged herself tight and closed her eyes as the pulsing faded. 
That had been too damned real. Not a dream or even a memory, 
but something deeper, something stored in her cells. She was hot and 
wet and achy, exactly as if shed actually experienced the events of 
the dream. 
She should have been able to enjoy it. Under other circumstances, 
she probably would have. Knowing what she knew about Gray, though, 
she couldnt help but feel mortified at the thought that he might be 
having similar dreams about her. 
She slept late the next morning, recovering from the sleep shed 
lost in the middle of the night. The sun was up when she finally woke, 
and she jolted out of bed, rushing to Daniels room. 
He was there, curled up in bed exactly like a little boy, except he 
was deathly still and didnt appear to be breathing. Weak with relief, 
she took a moment to lean against the doorframe and collect herself. 
Of course hed made it home safely. He always did. 
It was frustrating, though, knowing she couldnt talk to him about 
what hed done last night. She was curious to know what hed said to 
Dr. Greene and what the doctor had said to him. She wondered if hed 
made his decision about whether to be mortal again. But at the moment, 
she couldnt ask him any of those questions. 
Julian might know, though. And she needed to see him, anyway. 
So she went to get her morning coffee, intending to head for the Underground 
afterward. 
Gray was at the coffee shop. Standing in line behind two other 
customers, staring at the menu board. Tara froze in the doorway, seeing 
him. The polite thing to do would be to go in, say hi, maybe share 
her coffee ritual with him, if he had the time. Yesterday morning she 
would have done exactly that. Today her brain burned with the memory 

of Liam and Felicity, Felicity crazed with wanting, Liam hot and hard 
inside her. 
She turned around and walked the other way. There were plenty 
of coffee shops on her way to the Underground. 
Julian didnt seem particularly surprised at her recounting of 
Daniels last therapy session. Or, she noted, of Grays dream. Again, 
she had the feeling he was holding something back. 
We knew it would come to this, or something like it, sooner or 
later, he said. Daniels subconscious is going to determine what he 
needs to know, in order to make the adjustment successfully, and if he 
needs to remember feeding, thats what this doctors likely to find in his 
head. 
But hes freaking out and wants to call in a specialist. 
So make the arrangements. Then dont go. 
Gray will find out. 
Julian looked at her, eyes narrowing. Gray? Hes not Dr. 
DeAngelo anymore? 
Tara looked at her hands, sheepish. It doesnt mean anything. 
Not really. 
Are you dating him or something? 
No. Defensive, she crossed her arms over her chest. We had 
a cup of coffee and discussed Daniels case. 
No more dreams? 
She didnt want to say anything. Didnt want to tell him at all. 
Yes. More dreams. I dont know what to do about it, Julian. 
Sex dreams? 
None of your damned business. 
He laughed. Thats what I thought. The humor fled from his 
face as he lapsed back into thought. Look, you just deal with the 
therapy thing the way you think you need to do it. If you need my help, 
let me know. Well handle things as they come. 
And what am I supposed to do about Gray? He knows vampires 
are realhe fought them in a previous life. What if he figures out 
whats going on and decides to come after Daniel? 
I think youre overreacting. He paused, studying her face. When 
he spoke again, his voice was gentler. Dom was careless. 
To Taras surprise, she felt tears prickle her eyes. Dont talk 
about Dom. 
Shed spent a long time trying to forget about Dom. Shed cared 

a great deal about him, enough to accept him for what he was. When 
he had died at the hands of a gang of overzealous vampire hunters, she 
had been devastated. His friendsthe vampire oneshad sensed her 
willingness to accept their world and had brought her to the Senior. 
Julians expression gentled. Dom was killed by self-styled vampire 
hunters. Gray DeAngelo was a hunter in a previous life. You dont 
think the connection is whats upsetting you? 
She blinked until the tears had withdrawn. Im just afraid for 
Daniel. I dont want anything to happen to him. 
Daniel will be all right. Ill see to that. 
Something in his voice made her look up. His gaze was hard and 
resolute, but it gentled as she met it with her own. 
Itll be okay, he said. Just do what you have to do. 
She nodded. Ill let you know. 

Six 
When she got home, there was a message on her answering machine 
from Gray. Listening to it, she tipped her head back, stared at the 
ceiling with her lips in a thin line and reflected on the stubbornness of 
men in general and medical professionals in particular. 
Tara, I got the impression when you left last night that you didnt 
want to involve Daniels father in this situation. But I think its very 
important that he know whats going on, especially given the seriousness 
of Daniels experience. He needs to know Daniel was abused, 
and I think a strong male presence, someone he can trust, will be important 
to Daniels recovery, especially since his abuser was male. 
Please call me and tell me when the four of us can get together for a 
consultation. The slightly scratchy, recorded voice paused. I really 
cant stress enough the importance of this, from a therapeutic standpoint. 
Im going to have to turn Daniels case over to someone with 
more experience in these matters, but I need to know everythings in 
order with your family before I do that. Call me. Please. 
There was another pause before the recording ended, as if hed 
thought about saying something else and had changed his mind. Tara 
pushed the button angrily, saving the message. I really cant stress 
enough the importance of this, she repeated in a mocking tone. Wonderful. 
Now she was going to have to traipse all the way back down to 
the Underground to talk to Julian. Again, she slung her purse over her 
shoulder and headed for the door. 
Her hand was on the knob when the phone rang. Figuring it was 
Gray, she almost ignored it and continued out the door, but then decided 
to at least check the Caller ID. It was a pay phone. Curious, she picked 
it up. Hello? 
Its Julian. Did that doctor of yours call? 
Thank God, Tara said. Yes, he did, and I was about to drag 
myself down to your office again. You know, you really should get a 
cell phone or something. 
They dont work down there. And try telling the phone company 
you need a phone line miles under the city and partially in an alternate 
dimension. 

Yeah, I see the problem. She scrubbed her forehead. She was 
getting a headache. Are you very far away? I think itd be a good idea 
if you came over. We need to talk. 
Ill see you in a few minutes. Im not far. 
True to his word, Julian buzzed for her to let him into the building 
within fifteen minutes of hanging up. 
Whats going on? he said when she opened the door. 
Tara peered at him. Are you okay? You look flushed. 
Its the sun. I cant just traipse around in it willy-nilly like Lucien 
can. Ive been out a little too much this week. He waved it off. Dont 
worry about it. Im not going to burst into flames. 
Yeah, but how will you get home? 
Ill figure something out. Maybe Ill crash on your couch for a 
few hours, until I fade a little or the sun starts going down. 
Tara wasnt sure she liked the sound of that, but decided to let it 
go for now. She went to the answering machine and played back the 
message. This is what were dealing with. 
As he listened, Julian sucked his teeth. Fleetingly, Tara wondered 
if he could still produce fangs. 
Okay, I think we should do the consultation, he said when Grays 
message ended. Ill deal with it from there. 
But what if 
He waved off her protest. Ill play the money cardtell him I 
have a particular doctor I feel we should work with, and act like I was 
never very keen on using him in the first place. Hey, maybe we could 
argue about it. 
Tara rolled her eyes. Youre enjoying this far too much. 
We do what we have to. If we manage to enjoy it, so much the 
better. Do you think we could see him tonight, after Daniels up and 
around? Id just as soon get it over with. 
Julian, what if he 
Again, he cut her off. Whatever happens, well deal with it. 
She shook her head and sighed. All right. She picked up the 
phone. Ill call and find out if we can get an appointment. 
As shed suspected, Gray was not only willing but eager to meet 
with them that evening, in their usual time slot. Julian, deciding not to 
return to the Underground, stretched out on her couch and slept away 
several of the intervening hours. 
Wont Lorelei be worried? she asked him when he woke, just 

before dinnertime. Daniel had awakened about a half-hour before, at 
sunset, and had left the apartment without a word. Hed looked grim. 
And hungry. 
I told her I might not be home until late. Shes been sleeping a lot 
lately, so shell barely miss me. And I asked Dina and Nick to look in on 
her. 
Hows she doing? 
Fine, as far as anyone can tell. Dr. Greene helped us find an OB, 
and that doctor hasnt found anything unusual about the pregnancy so 
far. Except that Loreleis carrying twins. 
Tara grinned. Neat. I guess maybe that explains why shes been 
so sick. She paused. Has it ever happened before? I mean, a human 
woman bearing a vampire child? 
Not really. True vampires are sterile. Lucien and his brothers 
can father children, and have, but none of the rest of us can. Except 
me, because Im special. He smiled smugly. 
Youre also not exactly a vampire anymore, she reminded him. 
True. Which reminds me. Do you have anything around here I 
can eat? 
She had raw steak in the freezer, but she couldnt stand to watch 
him eat it. Obligingly, he went out on the balcony while she prepared 
her own dinner. She opted for a salad. Anything even remotely carnivorous 
made her stomach turn after watching Julian tear into his 
chunk of bloody sirloin. 
Daniel came in the front door as they were finishing. 
Do we have an appointment tonight? he asked, then blinked at 
Julian. When did you get here? Are you going with us? 
Yes, we have an appointment, said Tara. Its at the usual time, 
and yes, Julians going with us. 
Dr. DeAngelos freaking out about that rat thing, isnt he? 
Yes, he is, a little bit. So Julians going to be your dad tonight for 
our consultation. 
Daniel nodded. Think you can get him off my back? I mean, shit, 
I shouldnt be sent off to the nuthouse just because I sucked down a 
couple of rats, right? His mouth curled with amusement as he spoke. 
Tara frowned. This is serious, Daniel. And watch your language. 
Its not that serious. He headed into his bedroom. Call me 
when its time to go. 
Julian grinned at Tara. Youre a good mom. Youre righthe 
shouldnt swear. 

I dont think either one of you is taking this seriously enough. 
Thats because both of us have been around for way, way too 
long to take much of anything seriously. 
Tara crossed her arms over her chest, thoroughly annoyed now. 
Well, then maybe theres something else you need to consider. 
Whats that? 
Gray saw you in his dream, too. It wasnt just me. 
Julians eyes narrowed. And youre just now deciding to tell me? 
Even after I said to be preparedthat something like this could happen? 
Her belligerence faded. He was right. He didnt know it was 
you. It was darkin the dream, I mean. I only recognized you because 
I know you. He hasnt made the connection yet, and Im hoping he 
wont. She shrugged. But, yeah, I should have mentioned it. 
Yeah, you should have. He sounded more irked than angry, 
though. In fact, amazingly, he shrugged and said, Itll all work out one 
way or another. 
Still, Tara was undeniably on edge as they all walked into Grays 
office. In spite of Julians assurances that everything would work out, 
she had a feeling something was going to go terribly, horribly wrong. 
The receptionist led them into the consultation room. Dr. DeAngelo 
will be here in a few minutes. Hes expecting you, but he went to get 
some coffee. Smiling, she left the room, leaving the door open. 
Daniel gave a wicked, big-toothed, mischievous boy-grin. So the 
doc needs a caffeine fix. Bet hes been dreaming about you, Tara. Bet 
its waking him up at night. 
Julian laughed. 
Oh, be quiet, said Tara, both of you. 
Daniel sat snickering while Taras face flamed red and Julian 
watched both of them with one corner of his mouth quirked up. Daniel 
was still laughing when Gray came in, carrying a cardboard drink tray 
with three tall hot beverage cups and one smaller one. Tara gave Daniel 
a lookthey were here to discuss his homicidal tendencies, and laughing 
hardly seemed appropriate. He pressed his lips together and composed 
himself quickly. 
Gray set the drink tray on his desk and offered his hand to Julian. 
Im Dr. DeAngelo. 
Julian Cavanaugh, Julian said, standing to shake hands. Im 
glad you could see us on such short notice. 
Retrieving the drinks, Gray replied, No problem. Its good to see 

you all. He handed Tara one of the cups. I didnt want to be rude, so 
lattes all around. Hot chocolate for you, Daniel. 
No, thank you, said Daniel. Hot chocolate makes me barf. 
Daniel. Tara managed a chastising tone. 
No, no, thats okay, said Gray. Id rather know now than have 
to clean it up later. He held out a taller cup to Julian. 
No, thank you, said Julian. He winked at Daniel. Coffee makes 
me barf. 
Gray smiled. The two of you seem to have a reasonably good 
relationship. 
Daniel shrugged. We get along. 
Thats good. He sipped his coffee. So lets get things underway, 
shall we? 
Tara relaxed a little as Gray briefed Julian on Daniels last session. 
Thank God, Gray showed no sign of recognizing Julian. Based on 
what hed told her about the encounter in his regression journal, shed 
been certain he hadnt seen Julian clearly enough to recognize him. 
Still, it had worried her. 
As Gray recounted Daniels memories of the vampire who had 
Turned and trained him, Julian looked appropriately horrified. My God, 
I knew hed been abused, but . . . What could possess a person to do 
something like that to a child? 
To be honest, Mr. Cavanaugh, Im not certain if this is an actual 
memory or simply a construct Daniel has developed to deal with something 
more mundane but possibly more traumatic. 
Daniel, whose attention had drifted while the others talked, perked 
up. It was a real memory. 
Thats not for me to determine. Thats one of the reasons Ive 
recommended that you see a specialist in this field. He picked up a 
sheet of paper from his desk. Ive made a list of therapists in the area 
who are qualified to take on this kind of case. I can start calling around 
tomorrow to see who might be available for extensive work with 
Daniel. 
With a haughty frown, Julian took the paper from Grays hand. 
He read over it and looked at Tara. Im not familiar with any of these 
names. He waved the paper at Gray. I dont believe Ill be needing 
this list. Ill look into the matter myself and arrange for the doctor. 
Julian, Tara protested. I think Id be more comfortable following 
Dr. DeAngelos recommendations. 
Perhaps so, but I want absolutely the best help for the boy. 

Giving Gray a sidelong look, he leaned closer to Tara. I let you pick 
this doctornow its my turn. Given the seriousness of the situation, I 
think I should handle it. 
Tara pressed her lips together. Even though she knew it was just 
an act, Julian was irritating her. Im perfectly capable of taking care 
of it. 
Tara Julian broke off, straightened, and looked at Gray. I 
believe its for the best that we handle this amongst ourselves. He 
stood. One of us will give you a call if we need further assistance. 
But Gray started, but Tara shook her head, giving him a cautioning 
look. 
Dont worry about it, she said quietly. Itll be okay. 
Julian folded the piece of paper and stuck it into his shirt pocket, 
then held his hand out to Gray. Thank you very much for your assistance 
thus far. Im sure youve been a great help to Daniel. Turning to 
his family, he said, Come along. 
Tara trailed after him, Daniel right behind her. She took one look 
back at Gray as she left. He was frowning, his gaze intent on her. Not 
on Daniel, his erstwhile patient, but on her. It made her want to turn 
around and run to him andwhat? Hug him? Beg his forgiveness for 
letting Julian appear to run roughshod over her? Throw him down on 
the floor and rip his shirt off? 
Frankly, the last option sounded best, but it wasnt available to her 
at the moment. Still playing the part of the meek ex-wife, she reluctantly 
followed Julian out of the office. 
Later that night, watching late-night TV and trying to recapture 
the weariness the evening coffee had driven from his system, Gray 
wasnt sure what to think about Cavanaughabout the way Tara had 
let him run roughshod over her. Hed been certain, from her comments, 
that her ex-husband would be cooperative, but instead he seemed 
to have his head lodged thoroughly up his ass. And where the hell had 
Gray seen him before? 
Gray could only hope Daniel got the help he needed. He would 
give it a week or so, then call around to see if he could find out who had 
taken the case. Just to be sure Daniel would be okay. As for Tara . . . 
He found it hard to imagine not seeing her again. But he knew what 
coffee shop she frequented, so it probably wouldnt be that hard to 
manage to bump into her by accident. Now that Daniel was no longer 
his patient, maybe he could allow himself to step out of his stuffy doc

tor-tweeds and ask her out. 
The whole evening, with all of its considerations, had left him 
muddled in the head. Finally, his eyes burning but his brain still not 
ready to settle down, he crawled into bed and forced himself to sleep. 
It was time he asked Felicity to marry him. Theyd been together 
nearly two years, constantly on the run, and shed accepted 
everything about his insane life. But hed offered her so little in 
return. He should give her some security about their relationship. 
At least that. The assurance that everything he owned would be 
hers if he died. When he died, as he almost certainly would if he 
continued in this line of work. 
He watched her for a time as she lay in the small bed next to 
him. Everything he had wouldnt amount to much, but maybe it 
would be enough, at least, for her to remember him by. 
Gently, he reached toward her, cupping her shoulder, caressing 
her until she opened her eyes and looked up at him. She smiled. 
Is it dark yet? 
Just now, yes. Should we go, or should we stay here? 
In answer, she rolled him back into the bed and straddled 
him. We could do both if youre quick about it. 
It seemed like a reasonable plan. He let her wrap her legs 
around him, the heat of her sex caressing his shaft without allowing 
him entrance. He grasped at her shoulders, pulling her down 
to catch her breast in his mouth. His tongue rolled over her nipple, 
feeling the textures, tasting the warm muskiness of her flesh. Marry 
me, he said suddenly. 
She froze. What? 
I said, Marry me. 
She laughed. Make love to me first. Ill think about it. She 
looked down at him and, suddenly, her eyes werent green anymore. 
They were blue, and she wasnt Felicity but Tara 
Gray shifted in the bed, on the very edge of sleep. He was dream-
inghe somehow knew that. But it was so real No, it couldnt bereal. His name wasnt Liam, and he didnt hunt vampires. Yet when his 
conscious mind had finished interfering with his dream, he went straight 
back to the world that seemed so real but couldnt be 
He was stuffing wooden stakes into a bag. We hunt tonight. 
Where we saw the last one, the one that rescued us. 
Felicity frowned. You intend to kill him? 

I intend to find out exactly what he is. 
Hes a vampire. 
But then, why did he save us, rather than attack? 
I dont know. She hesitated before hefting her own bag 
onto her shoulder. Are you certain all vampires are evil? 
How could they not be? 
They were on the street then, and he was slipping around a 
corner. A shadow lurked near the back of the narrow alleyway. 
Smoke drifted from it and a small, orange ember glowed at the 
level of the mans face. 
You! he hissed. Come out where I can see you. 
The man stepped forward, out of the shadow, and he was, 
indeed, the man theyd seen on their last outing, with his dark hair 
curling a little against his shoulders. 
Can you see me now? he said. 
Yes. The manthe monsterwas slim and handsome, his 
eyes bearing the slight slant of Oriental stock. Who are you? 
Im here to help you. The man took another step forward, 
tapping ashes from his cigarette. I know more about these creatures 
you seek than you could ever possibly hope to know. I know 
which deserve death and which should be allowed to slink away 
into the shadows. 
They all deserve death. 
The man smiled, shook his head. Not all. 
He lowered the stake hed been holding. All right, Ill listen. 
Who are you? 
My name is Julian. He took a long drag at the cigarette. 
Julian Cavanaugh. 
Gray sat straight up in bed, sleep and dreams deserting him in a 
sudden rush. Oh, my God. 
Tara was dreaming and knew she was dreamingof Liam, with 
his hands on her body, his mouth on her breasts, and she was no longer 
certain if she was herself or Felicity, if the dream was fantasy or 
memory. 
The sound of the narrow bed protesting beneath them as they 
strained against each other intruded. Banging, banging. Louder and 
louder it grew, until it became a pounding in her head. Drawn ever 
more insistently by the reality of the sound, Tara drifted toward wakefulness. 
Finally, she opened her eyes. 

Someone was knocking on her door. 
Good Lord, what time is it? she muttered, rolling out of bed. 
The clock read 4:00 a.m. She got up and went to the door, glancing into 
Daniels room on the way past. He wasnt home yet. A pang of worry 
struck, but she knew he had time. The year was winding into winter, 
and the sun rose late. 
At the door, she peered out the peephole and was surprisedor 
really, not surprised at allto see Gray in the hallway. She turned the 
deadbolt and opened the door. 
What the hell are you doing here at four in the morning? Maybe 
she should have said, Hello, or My goodness, dear Gray, what seems 
to be the matter? But she really wasnt in the mood. 
Gray brushed past her, not seeming to notice the brusqueness of 
her greeting. I just had a dream about Julian. 
She blinked, shoving a hand through what felt like a truly spectacular 
case of bed-head. I hope you werent having sex with him. 
No, I was having sex with you He broke off, suddenly blinking 
at her in confusion. I mean with Felicity. Liam and Felicity. 
Yeah. She slammed the door shut behind him, cranking the 
deadbolt into place. You want some coffee? 
No. Yes. Tara, do you have any idea whats going on? 
Tara opened the coffee pot, shoved in a filter and began to spoon 
ground coffee into it. Yeah. Im in the kitchen making coffee when I 
should be curled up in bed snoring and having stupid, annoying dreams 
about stupid, annoying Liam and Felicity. Who are, by the way, some 
former-life version of you and me, and if you havent figured that out 
yet, then youre not half the past-life regression hypnotherapist you 
think you are. 
He stared blankly at her while she ran water into the coffeepot. I 
was dreaming about them, too. 
You just said you dreamed about Julian. 
I did. First it was Liam and Felicity. He waited until she turned 
around and looked at him to add, He was going to ask her to marry 
him. 
Did she say yes? 
I dont know. I didnt get to that part. He squeezed his eyes 
closed for an instant, took a deep breath, opened them again. His voice 
shook as he spoke. She was . . . she was you. 
Very carefully, Tara set the coffeepot down in the coffee maker. 
Your point? 

He crossed the kitchen to stand right in front of her. Looking into 
his eyes, she saw, for the first time, unmistakable echoes of Liam. So 
she wasnt all that surprised when he ducked his head and kissed her. 
She was more surprised when she kissed him back, and she was 
positively astonished when her hands shoved themselves inside his shirt. 
His skin was warm and smooth under her fingers, and she let herself 
explore higher, clutching the muscles of his back where they dipped 
into the groove of his spine. His tongue pressed against hers, hot and 
urgent, and she responded. The dreams, she realized, had left her wanting 
this. Aching for it. She wrapped a leg around his, and he lifted a 
hand, cupping her breast. 
Suddenly he broke off, pushing away. Tara, Im sorry. 
She pressed her fingers into his back, pulling him against her. 
Why? 
This is inappropriate. 
Am I your patient? 
No. 
Am I related to any of your patients, as of this evening? 
He smiled ruefully. No. 
Do you want me? 
The smile faded. Yes. 
Then whats the problem? 
The problem is, none of this is real. 
It feels real to me. She bumped herself against him, pressing 
her breasts into his chest. I think youre overanalyzing. 
Gently, he took her by the shoulders and pushed her away, at the 
same time taking a backward step. I cant act on this. I feel like Id be 
manipulating you because of dreams I dont even understand. 
Whats to understand? You know the whole reincarnation drill 
thingie. I was her. You were him. We were lovers. We could be that 
again. 
But how can that be true when there are vampires in the dreams? 
You and I both know vampires arent real. 
Maybe you know it. 
He stared at her in silence. 
She stared back. I think, she said slowly, that I might be falling 
in love with you. But I need answers to a few questions before I decide 
if I can let you into my life. 
What questions? 
Some very, very weird and difficult ones. Do you think youre up 

for it? 
I dont know. 
Well lets find out. 
She finished brewing the coffee, and then they sat at her small 
kitchen table. Tara would have preferred to sit on the couch, but she 
was afraid that if she got too comfortable, she would just fall asleep 
and accomplish nothing. She let Gray take a few sips of coffee and get 
settled before she hit him with the first question. 
In your professional opinion, why was Julian in our dreams? 
Gray shrugged. Maybe it was a projection of my resentment 
about his taking Daniels case out of my hands. 
Tara prodded. But you mentioned him in your regression journal. 
The vampire who rescued Liam and Felicity. 
Frowning, Gray seemed to look for enlightenment in the depths of 
the coffee cup. The description in the journal was vague, and I dont 
remember the actual session very well. He cleared his throat. Sometimes, 
in the dream I had tonight, Felicity looked like you, so, sure, 
maybe I was seeing Julian Cavanaughs former identity. 
Closer. 
Gray looked at her, eyebrows lifted in surprise. Im sorry. You 
have a particular answer in mind, here? 
I have a particular answer in mind because this is one case where 
I know more about whats going on than you do. 
Youre sure about that? 
Im positive. She pushed her coffee cup away, no longer interested 
in its bitter contents. It had to be the worst coffee shed ever 
made. If Julian was there, he was there. And he was Julian. The 
same Julian you met last night. She shrugged. Well, not quite, but 
close. 
Your ex-husband. 
Hes not my husband, ex or otherwise. Watching Gray slug 
down half of the horrible coffee without a blink, Tara figured he had to 
be completely befuddled. 
Finally coming up for air, he said, If Cavanaugh didnt appear in 
the dream as a representation of who he was in a past life He 
broke off. Youre saying he was the same person. That hes a hundred 
and fifty, two hundred years old. 
Actually, hes quite a bit older than that, but yes. 
Thats impossible. 
You dreamed about vampires. Vampires are immortal. 

Youre trying to tell me Julian is a vampire? 
Never mind trying to explain Julians not-quite-vampire status. 
She offered Gray a definitive Yes. 
He came to his feet in a lurch, shoving a hand through his hair. 
Youre insane. 
Am I? You know what you saw in your dreams, and you know 
what those dreams are. You just dont want to admit it to yourself. 
His face was set into hard lines. There is absolutely no way I 
can possibly believe anything youre saying. It just cant be true. Theres 
no way. 
Gray 
Just then the front door opened and Daniel came in. Hey, Tara, 
he called, his voice exuberant. I just talked to Dr. Greene. Im gonna 
do it. Tomorrow. He sent me home with one last celebratory bag o 
blood when I told him how I was afraid I might kill puppies He 
stopped in the kitchen doorway, one hand raised high, holding a hospital 
bag full of garnet liquid. 
Tara stared at him, fighting the urge to burst into hysterical laughter. 
He stood for a few seconds looking at Gray. Then, slowly, he 
lowered his hand. Ha ha, he said. Just kidding. 
Gray turned on Tara, fury filling his face. You! You did this to 
him! How could you pervert a child this way? What kind of monster 
are you? 
The words hurt. Tara blinked back tears. Gray, you dont understand 
Hey, Gray, said Daniel, and when Gray turned to face him, he 
added, Dont you talk to my mother like that, you stupid prick. And 
with that, Daniel shot upward and slugged him in the jaw. 
Gray dropped like a rock. 
Tara put her hands over her face. Oh, my God. She looked at 
Daniel, who was eyeing Grays prone body smugly. What do we do 
now? she said. 
Can I eat him? 
No! Thats not funny, Tara chastised. Thinking quickly, she said, 
Were taking him to Julian. 
Gray drifted slowly back into consciousness. His jaw hurt. It took 
him a moment to remember what had happened, although the memory 
only confused him further. How the hell had a ten-year-old boy hit him 

hard enough to knock him unconscious? 
Then, around him, he heard voices. He opened his eyes and tried 
to roll toward the sounds, but he couldnt. He was bound hand and foot, 
lying flat on his back, on the floor. He turned his head. Tara, Daniel, 
and Julian Cavanaugh stood a few feet away, talking. The room smelled 
odd, and the dcor reminded him of displays hed seen at the museum 
of ancient African art. 
Where am I? he said. 
The others turned. Cavanaugh looked at Tara, then stepped toward 
him. 
Youre awake. He dropped to the floor, sitting with his legs 
crossed. How do you feel? 
Confused. Gray slanted a look at Daniel. My face hurts. 
Good, said the boy. 
Daniel. Tara gave him a sharp look and shook her head, causing 
his grin to fadebut not completely. 
Dr. DeAngelo, Julian said. We appear to have a slight problem 
here. I need to know if you want to try to solve it. 
Maybe if youd untie me I could consider my options a little more 
clearly. 
Cavanaugh studied him closely, then loosened the knots binding 
his hands. There. Why dont you sit up so we can talk? 
Feet, too, would be nice. 
Cavanaugh looked over his shoulder at Tara, apparently seeking 
her opinion. 
No, she said. He cant be running off. 
He wouldnt get far, Daniel put in. He doesnt know his way 
out. Someone would eat him before he even got close to figuring out 
where he was going. 
Where the hell am I? Gray demanded. What are you people 
doing to me? 
We dont want to hurt you, said Tara. We just cant risk you 
hurting us. 
Could somebody please untie my damned feet? When their three 
faces remained set, he let out a beleaguered sigh. Cmon. I wont run. 
I really dont want some nutcase to kill me. 
Were not nutcases, Daniel said. You just smell like food. 
God, what a creepy little kid. Gray was beginning to think he was 
beyond any psychiatrists ability to rehabilitate. Are you in on this, too, 
Cavanaugh? Have you been part of whatever horrible thing has been 

done to this little boy? 
Julian looked grim. What was done to Daniel was done a very 
long time ago. I had nothing to do with it. What were doing now is 
attempting to correct that wrong. You were part of the solution. You 
still could be. 
I dont understand. 
If you promise not to run and not to try to hurt any of us, well 
explain. Then you can decide what you want to do. 
The sincerity in the other mans face made Gray wonder, just for 
a moment, if there might be something going on here that he was simply 
incapable of understanding. Then he looked at Tara and realized, if 
that were the case and it meant she were innocent, then he wanted to 
hear their explanation. All right. I wont run. No point in making myself 
a meal on the go. 
Daniels cold smile made him queasy. Hed seemed like a normal 
kid a couple of days ago. 
Grays attention shifted as Cavanaugh leaned over to untie his 
legs, saying, Come with me. Well go to the office. Daniel, you might 
want to get going. Sunrise is in about an hour. 
Daniel nodded and headed for the door. Shoulda let me eat him, 
he said, and grinned. Gray blinked at the long, feral fangs that had 
suddenly appeared next to the boys oversized permanent teeth. He 
woulda tasted good. 
Daniel, said Tara sharply. Quit acting like a brat. If youre 
hungry go talk to Dr. Greene. 
Daniel looked abashed. Sorry. Hanging his head, he left the 
room. 
Cavanaugh helped Gray to his feet. My apologies for trussing 
you up like a turkey. It seemed necessary at the time. 
Gray had no idea what to say to that. So he asked the question 
foremost in his mind. Youre a vampire, too? 
The other man shook his head. Technically, no, not anymore. But 
I was. And I can still do the fang thing. He demonstrated. Up close, 
the long teeth looked wickedly sharp and brutal. 
God, said Gray. This is freakish. 
Cavanaugh grinned, the fangs retreating. Youre telling me? And 
call me Julian. 
Dazed, Gray nodded and followed him and Tara through a doorway 
that led to what he assumed must be Julians office. 
Julian took a seat behind the computer desk and dropped his feet 

onto it, next to the monitor. Tara motioned Gray to the small couch, and 
he sat. She sat next to him. 
My ex-boyfriend was a vampire, she said. Thats how I found 
out about this. 
Not big on preamble, are you? said Gray. How the hell do you 
end up dating a damned vampire? 
First off, he wasnt one of the damned ones, but I guess you 
wouldnt know the distinction since you refuse to open your eyes and 
see whats right the hell in front of you. 
Sorry. I didnt mean to cast aspersions on your ex. If hes so 
great, where is he now? 
Hes dead. 
The very real anguish in Taras eyes left him speechless. She 
stared at him a moment, letting him see her pain; then anger flashed 
through it, and she looked away. His name was Dominic. He was a 
nighttime deejay at a club where I used to go. We dated nearly two 
years before he told me what he was. 
Two years? There were no clues? Like the blood-drinking, for 
instance? 
He was nearly a hundred years old. He figured out long before I 
met him how to blend. 
Were really quite good at it, if we try, Julian put in. 
Anyway, I was floored. I couldnt believe it. But I really cared 
about Dom. He was a good man. So I decided to deal with it. He 
introduced me to this place, the Underground, and to the Senior, who 
ran things before Julian. It was a scarier place then, but when I saw 
the Children I knew I had to do something to help. So the Senior hired 
me to teach them. 
Teach them? 
She nodded. A lot of them didnt even speak English. They had 
no idea how to blend in with people, and theyd been here for decades, 
some of them, never seeing the outside world. I helped. 
So you were like, uh, the vampire day care lady? The story was 
getting crazier by the second, but at least it had its endearing elements. 
I still am. Except now, with Julians help, these kids can become 
mortal again. Thats what we were doing with Daniel. 
Julian dropped his feet to the floor, leaning forward into the conversation. 
I wanted him to be absolutely sure before he accepted the 
procedure. The Children, as a rule, have very little, if any, memory of 
what it was like to be mortal. I wanted him to remember, so he could 

decide if he if he wanted to be mortal again. 
Thus the therapy, said Tara. 
Frowning, Gray said slowly, Okay. I guess that makes sense. 
But why did you pick me? 
I told you. Nicholas recommended you. 
And how the hell do you know Nicholas? 
Hes here. I lied to you. Hes not dead. When his cancer progressed 
far enough to leave him with no hope, he chose to be Changed 
rather than die. One of the elements in his blood helps catalyze the 
process were using to cure the Children. 
Gray took a breath to speak, let it out, shook his head. This is 
crazy. 
But you know its true. Taras looked implored him to believe. 
You told me you wrote about it in your past-life regression journal. 
And you dreamed about it. You know the vampire part of is as true as . . . 
as the rest of it. 
As true as Liam and Felicity, she was saying. As true as their 
love. He studied her face, looked into her eyes, her blue eyes that, in 
his memory, had once been green. In them he glimpsed possibilities 
hed never seen in another woman. He could love her. She could love 
him. Theyd done it once before. 
This is part of my life, Tara went on, her tone desperate. If you 
cant accept this . . . 
You mean, if I cant accept that youre the vampire day care 
lady? His voice came out bitter. Hed been going for sarcasm. 
Her lips thinned in determination. He was relieved to see anger in 
her eyesit was easier to deal with than the big-eyed, near-weepiness 
shed given him a moment ago. And I will be until all of these children 
are taken care of. They need me. 
Gray couldnt hold back a small smile. In an odd, surreal, freakish, 
deranged fantasy sort of way, it was endearing. So you have a mission. 
I do. 
And what happened to this guy, this Dominic? 
He was murdered. Some self-styled vampire hunters figured out 
what he was, and they chased him down and staked him in the heart. 
She blinked hard and no tears came. 
Gray didnt know what to say, but he was saved from having to 
respond when Julian chose that moment to enter the conversation. 
The people who murdered Dom were like you were back then, 

when you were Liam. Didnt have half a clue what the hell they were 
doing. They just thought, vampireevil, and acted. 
Looking at Julian, Tara said in a small voice, Dom died three 
years ago. You werent around then. 
I heard the stories, Julian said. I knew Dom, if only in passing. 
He was a decent guy. 
He was a vampire, said Gray, feeling something of Liam creeping 
into himthe driving hatred, the anger. Vampires slaughtered my 
family. 
Liams family, said Tara softly. 
He wanted justice. Vengeance. Grays brows compressed. He 
never quite got it, though, because . . . Suddenly, shock flooded him, 
and his head jerked up, his gaze locking with Julians. I just remembered 
how he died. 
Julian said softly, Thats right. 
What? said Tara. 
Eyes still focused on Julian, Gray said, You killed him. 

Seven 
Tara couldnt believe what she was hearing. Julian? You killed 
Liam? But even as she said it, she remembered, because Felicity had 
been there. She had seen Liam die. You didnt feed on him. 
No. I broke his neck. 
Why? 
Because I figured it would be quick and relatively painless. 
Julian shrugged, still looking at Gray. Anything I tell you wont mean 
squat unless you can remember for yourself. 
I dont see how it matters, in any case. I know what you are. 
Youre a murderer. 
Am I going to have to kill you again? Julians question was 
matter-of-fact. 
Tara couldnt believe the turn the conversation had taken. She 
had a horrible feeling Gray wasnt going to walk out of this room alive, 
and she knew she wouldnt be able to deal with that. Julian, please. 
You knew the risk when you brought him down here. He has to 
decide what hes going to do. If he chooses to be a threat, Ill eliminate 
that threat. 
Julian She stopped, her voice choked by tears. But Julian 
wasnt even looking at her, wasnt listening. His attention was focused 
totally on Gray, waiting. 
Gray smiled grimly. Your points taken. 
Julian, dont do this. Tara couldnt hold back the tears any longer. 
Finally, Julian swung toward her, his eyes flashing. Ill say it 
againyou knew what you were doing when you brought him down 
here. If hes a threat, then hes a threat not only to me and you and 
Daniel, but to Lorelei, and guess what I am perfectly willing and capable 
of doing if my woman and unborn children are threatened? 
Tara swallowed. Shed made a mistake. She never should have 
brought Gray here. Perhaps she never should have taken Daniel to him 
in the first place. Im sorry, Gray. 
Dont be. How could you have known? 
Yeah, said Julian. Past-life regression can be a tricky, tricky 
business. I thought it might help us in this case, but maybe I was wrong. 

He leaned forward in his chair, looking right at Gray. His expression 
was placid, almost friendly, but Tara could feel the danger oozing from 
him. What are you going to do? 
Tara watched Grays face, holding her breath. Nothing in his expression 
told her what he was thinking. 
Finally he said, You knew. He said it bluntly, holding Julians 
intense gaze. 
Not really. Not at first, said Julian. When Nick told me about 
you, I had a feeling. I cant explain it, but it was there. So I spied on you 
for a while, and the feeling got stronger. Although I cant say it was 
anything as definite as my knowing Id met you in one of your past 
lives. I wasnt sure of that until Tara told me about the dreams shes 
been having, and about the journal you kept of your past-life regression 
sessions, where you and TaraLiam and Felicity in those dayswere 
vampire hunters. 
Gray was silent for a moment, studying Julian skeptically. Then 
You spied on me. His tone was accusatory. 
Julian threw up his hands. Hey, it got you the job. Think of it as 
an audition, rather than me stalking you. And you passed. Quirking an 
eyebrow, he added, I wouldnt trust just anybody with Daniel, you 
know. 
Gray fell silent again, eyes narrowed. Then he said, much to Taras 
relief, I think maybe I should try to remember. Tara seems to trust 
youmaybe you had a good reason for putting me down like a dog. 
Julians smile was relieved, though his gaze remained intent and 
cautious. Fair enough. Lets get to it. 
Gray hated the idea of being hypnotized in the middle of Vampire 
Central, but it seemed prudent to go along with Julians suggestion. At 
least Julian hadnt objected when hed asked to keep Tara with them. 
Right now, she was the only one he had any trust in at all, and even that 
was wearing thin. 
Julian took them to a small room not far from his office. At least, 
Gray thought it wasnt far. Once he got there, he wasnt sure how long 
theyd walked, how far theyd gone, or in what direction. Certainly 
there was no way hed ever find his way out of this labyrinth. They had 
him well and truly under their control. 
What do you want me to do? Tara asked. 
Gray looked around the room. It looked as if it, too, might have 
been someones office, but no one had used it in a long time. He drew 

a line in the dust on the desk top with his finger. Take notes. He 
looked at Julian. You said there was someone here who could hypnotize 
me? 
Hes on his way. 
Is he a vampire? 
No. 
They fell into silence for a time, waiting. Tara stood near the desk, 
staring at the line hed drawn in the dust. She looked tense and worried, 
rubbing the back of her neck and frowning down at the deskor 
at the air molecules between it and her eyes, for all he knew. He had 
no clue what she was thinking. 
Finally the door opened and a man entered. In his mid-thirties, 
with a slightly receding hairline, he was wearing glasses and carrying a 
briefcase. He looked human enough, but then, so did Julian when he 
wasnt flaunting his fangs. 
Hi, he said. Im Dr. Greene. He held out his hand. 
Gray took it reluctantly, remembering the name Greene from 
Daniels file. How did he tell you he needed you? he asked the doctor 
Is he telepathic or something? Because I read somewhere that 
vampires are. 
Dr. Greene looked at Julian, who shrugged. Actually, I hate to 
disappoint, but he sent me an email before he led you over here. 
Remembering the computer in Julians office, Gray gave a soft 
Hmph. 
Just like Liam, Julian said. Dont know what the hell youre 
dealing with. 
Dr. Greene smiled. No offense, Julian, but this might go better 
without you. 
Okay. Whatever. With no further protest, Julian left. 
Gray took a long breath of relief and turned to the doctor. I saw 
your name in Daniels file and did an Internet search for it. Youre a 
hematologist, correct? Do you have any experience in hypnosis? 
A little, the doctor replied. When you work with vampires you 
have to learn to be flexible. 
If I write you a script, do you think you can take me through it? 
Ill do my best. Im guessing youve been hypnotized quite a few 
times, so it should be fairly simple to get you where you need to go. 
Gray gestured toward the briefcase. You got paper in there? 
Dr. Greene laid the briefcase on the table. You bet. 
Gray spent a few minutes writing out a script, then handed it to 

the doctor. This should do it. 
All right. Dr. Greene looked over the sheet. Tell me when 
youre ready. 
The chair in the small office wasnt comfortable, but it would 
have to do. Gray had been under hypnosis so many times he could 
practically do it himself, so comfort wasnt as big a factor as it might 
have been. And Dr. Greene seemed to know what he was doing, more 
or less, as he read through the script in a gentle, even voice. 
And Gray let himself go 
I have a lead, he told Felicity. Patrick, down at the docks, 
told me theres been a great deal of activity at one of the old tenement 
houses, one that was abandoned a few years ago after most 
of it burned down. 
Felicity, sitting behind him on the bed, put her arms around 
him, setting her chin against his shoulder. Vampires? 
A nest. He said thereve been reports of as many as twenty. 
Liam, how can you handle twenty vampires? Her tone was 
worried. 
In daylight. 
Oh, of course. She slid off the bed, coming around to face 
him. Theyll just lie there unconscious while you stake them. Do 
you really think you can bring yourself to do that? Kill defenseless 
creatures, in cold blood? 
He set his jaw. Theyre vampires. Vicious, merciless killers. 
Demons. Yes, I can do it. 
Then it was several hours later, and he was coming back into 
their room. He fell into a chair and dropped his face into his hands. 
I couldnt do it. 
Felicitys forehead crinkled in concern. Theyre demons, you 
said. Merciless killers. What stopped you? 
They were children. 
She slipped into his lap, curling against him, her breath warm 
against the side of his neck. If they were trying to kill you, do you 
think you could do it? 
Yes. But there were so many. 
Theyre only children. 
But still demons. He nodded resolutely. We go back at 
sunset. 
And then it was later, and the sun was dropping below the city 

skyline, and they were setting out together. He had a horrible sense 
of doom but pushed it aside. Hed been hunting vampires for a 
long timehe knew what he was doing. As distasteful as the task 
seemed, these children had to die. All of them. 
Still, he swallowed bile as they neared the burned-out tenement 
house. Children. Six, eight, ten years old some of them. How 
could these innocents have become demons? Who would do such 
a thing to a child? 
Another demon, of course. One who held no compunctions 
about feeding on the living, beating blood of a human being. These 
children would have no more mercy than the ones who had Made 
them. They were just as capable of taking life as the vampires who 
had the appearance of adults. 
He readied his weapons. Felicity, wait for me here. I dont 
want you involved. 
I wont let you go alone. Her jaw was set with stubbornness. 
Ive killed vampires before. 
Not like this. You would kill one of these, and because it 
looked like a child you would hurt with the deed for the rest of 
your life. I wont let you. You wait for me. 
The truth of his words must have reached her, because she 
only kissed him and said, Be careful. 
Always. 
He slipped down the narrow alleyway, the smell of soot heavy 
in his nostrils. He had a sickening feeling he was going to die 
here, overcome by a swarm of demon-children. 
Hello again. 
The voice made him jump, coming as it had from what he had 
been certain was an unoccupied shadow. He spun to see the vampire 
who had saved them in the alleyway, the strange one whod 
smoked cigarettes that smelled like cloves. The one called Julian. 
He was smoking now, the orange glow of the cigarette eerie in the 
near-darkness. 
Clenching the wooden stake he held, he glared at the vampire 
and said, What do you want? 
Julian drew hard on the cigarette before lifting it away from 
his lips. I want to talk to you. 
About what? 
About what youre planning to do. 
Im about to rid the world of a nest of demon-children. 

You have no idea whats going on here. 
His gaze never wavering from the vampire, he set his jaw and 
prepared himself. He would charge this creature if he had to, bring 
him down and stake him right here. Youre harboring demons. 
I am a demon. The vampire gave a menacing smile. Or I 
was. Do you know I havent tasted human blood in nearly a hundred 
years? 
Am I supposed to be impressed? 
Julian shrugged. I dont know. I am. I believe I have demonstrated 
a great deal of restraint and courage. He sucked hard on 
his cigarette, as if it were a lifeline to his very existence. Especially 
with regard to you, right now, at this moment. 
Why is that? 
These Children are under my protection. Im teaching them 
to feed without taking human life. If you kill them . . . well, it would 
interrupt my lessons, now, wouldnt it? 
I dont believe you. 
Then believe this. If you come into this place with the intent 
to kill, I will kill you. I might even decide to be mean about it and 
torture you a little first. 
Liam could feel sweat breaking out on his face. He outweighed 
the vampire, and he had no doubt what the outcome of a fight 
between them would be, if the creature were human. But vampires 
were strong, quick, and without mercy. He should turn around and 
go, now. But he could think only of the vampires hed seen earlier 
that day, piled around the inside of the building in small, comatose 
bundles. He should have killed them then. He should have steeled 
himself to the apparent horror of slaughtering children and just 
done it. 
How can I believe you? he said. 
Julian smiled. Im an honorable homicidal demon. I wouldnt 
lie to you. 
I He broke off. A figure had appeared behind Julian, a 
boy of about ten. 
Without turning, Julian said, Daniel, go. 
The boy took a few steps forward. Whats going on? 
Julian lit another cigarette from the butt of the one he was 
smoking, stubbed out the old one and put the butt in his coat pocket. 
This is Liam. He wants to kill us all. 
Bastard, said the young demon, and suddenly flung him

self forward. 
He saw the attack coming but stood unmoving while the boy 
grabbed at his coat, small white fangs gleaming. Then, regaining 
his composure, he wrapped his arms around Daniel, turned, and 
ran with him. 
Daniel! 
He heard Julians shout behind him as he raced full-tilt down 
the alleyway, the boy pounding him with his fists, sinking teeth 
into his chest, ripping. Ignoring the pain, he ran, then suddenly 
stopped, tore the boy from his chest and slammed him to the ground. 
Daniel looked up at him with hatred on his face, his fangs and 
face bloody. 
Just a demon. Not a child at all. A merciless, sadistic killer. 
He raised the stake over his head, ready to bring it down into 
Daniels chest. 
And hands closed on his head . . . and wrenched 
Gray jolted back to the present, gagging, hands at his throat. Dr. 
Greene reached out to catch him as he collapsed out of the chair. 
Are you all right? the doctor asked. 
Gray couldnt gather enough breath to speak. He sat there on the 
floor for a minute, an echo of Liams pain still flashing through his 
throat. Finally he managed to look up at Tara, who sat on the floor in 
the corner, a notebook balanced on her drawn-up knees, her eyes wide. 
Felicity saw you die, she said. 
I know. 
You would have killed him. Daniel. 
I know. 
She just looked at him, her face stricken, as if he were someone 
she didnt know and didnt want to know. But she had never really 
known him, had she? The man shed known was that self-righteous, 
would-be child killer. He couldnt bear it. 
Id like to go, Tara said. Would it be possible for me to just 
go? 
Dr. Greene gave her a sympathetic look. Can you find your way 
out? 
She nodded. Her lips were pressed firmly together, her eyes brimming. 
Ill be fine. Gray 
He shook his head. He couldnt say anything to her. Not with her 
looking at him with such condemnation, as if she were holding him 
responsible for the actions of his former self. But then, how far was he, 

really, from Liams self-righteous, comprehensive denunciation of vampires? 
The whole thing was too fresh in his mind, as if it had just happened. 
Everything seemed surreal. He should be deadhed felt the 
crunching of the bones in his neck. Hed come out of the hypnosis only 
a breath before the actual moment of death. 
Gray . . . she began again. 
Later, he managed. Just . . . later. He let the doctor lead him 
from the room, noting the sympathetic look Dr. Greene cast Tara as 
they passed. 
They had walked a few yards when the doctor cleared his throat. 
Ill have to take you to Julian, he said. The final decision is his. 
About what? 
About whether we can let you go. 
Gray stopped, stood stock still in the middle of the corridor. Dr. 
Greene slowed to a halt and looked back at him questioningly. 
Damn, Gray muttered, then caught up with Dr. Greene. There 
didnt seem to be anything else he could do. 
You saw? Julian asked when they arrived in his office. 
I saw. 
Are we good? 
Gray nodded. Were good. You had good reason to kill Liam. 
And Liam might also have had good reason to do what hed done. 
Gray wasnt sure about that yet. The larger part of him still said vampires 
were evil, but maybe that was just Liam inside him, doing the 
talking. And years of Dracula movies. Reality, in the form of Julian and 
Daniel, told him vampires were just like peoplesome good, some 
bad. And fate had led him to the former variety. That much, he was 
sure of. Vampire or not, Julian Cavanaugh was a good man. Gray 
couldnt fault him for protecting a nest of childrenthen or now. 
Julian studied him for a long time, and when he smiled, Gray knew 
the vampire was satisfied with whatever he saw. 
Go home, Julian said, gesturing with a nod toward the door. 
So Dr. Greene took him home. But even there, he didnt know 
what to do. Could he return to his life, burdened with the knowledge of 
the existence of the ancient caverns, filled with vampires, far below his 
feet? Could he walk away from all that had happened in the past week, 
knowing Tara existed in this city? Both questions seemed unanswerable. 
He needed time. Time to get used to what he knew and what he 
should do with that knowledge. Not that he would tell anyone about the 

enclave of vampires. He just needed to figure out how to assimilate 
their existence into his view of the world. To make it make sense. 
A big job, he thought. Especially for a psychiatrist. 
* * * 
Two weeks. Two weeks, and nothing from Gray. Tara didnt know 
whether she was frustrated or angry. But, in truth, she had to admit she 
wasnt surprised. 
It was his own fault theyd arrived at this crossroads. His own 
damned fault for having been a vampire hunter in a previous life. His 
fault for refusing to believe the truth of his dreams, his visions, his 
memories. His fault for forcing the issue with Daniel. 
Then again . . . maybe it wasnt anyones fault. Maybe it was 
destined. Shed thought for a while that theyd been fated to meet and 
find each other again, and for love to blossom between them as it had 
between Liam and Felicity. But things didnt seem to be shaping up 
that way. It was looking more like, boy meets girl, boy meets girls 
vampire friends, boy runs off screaming into the night. 
She should just forget him. Which would be a lot easier if she 
could quit having those damned dreams. Nighttime had become a regular 
sex-with-Gray fest. He didnt even have the decency to appear as 
Liam anymore. He was just Gray. Big and sexy and solid, gorgeous, 
devoted, and very, very skilled. 
Luckily, shed gotten used to sleeping during the day, to make up 
for what she missed during the night. 
Besides, at night she also had Daniel to occupy her now. 
He was mortal, having undergone the same procedure that had 
transformed Rafael. She had stayed with him throughout, helping him 
deal with the pain of the dialysis. The transformation had left him weak 
for a few days, disoriented, barely able to eat. Hed stayed in the Underground 
until he felt better, and Rafael had offered assistance. Having 
recently undergone the procedure himself, Rafael provided more 
insight than she could have, Tara knew, although shed stayed close by, 
if only to reassure Daniel and to keep him company. 
So you havent heard from Gray at all? Daniel asked on day 
fifteen, when he had graduated from clear broth to noodles and white 
bread. He was eating at the kitchen table, blinking at the noon sunlight. 
No. Ive left a few messages, but nothing. She went to the 
window to close the blinds, afraid the sunlight might hurt Daniels newly 
changed skin. 

Hes a creep, said Daniel matter-of-factly. Is it too soon for 
pizza? Rafael said pizza is the best stuff ever. 
No pizza yet, hon. Give it some time. 
Im just sick of this broth. The same thing over and over, every 
day, every meal. 
She gave him a dry look. And what kind of variety did you have 
before? 
I guess thats a point. He paused, poking at his soup. Could 
you not call me hon? I mean, Im, like, five hundred years old. 
From here on out, youre a ten-year-old boy. That means you get 
schoolwork, you go to bed at a reasonable hour, and as long as youre 
living in this house, I get to call you sweetheart, honey, pumpkin, or 
whatever nickname I feel is appropriate. 
He made a face. Gross. 
And thats exactly how a normal ten-year-old boy should react. 
He finished his soup, frowning reflectively. Finally he looked up at 
her and said, If youre going to call me all those things, could I call you 
Mom? 
She smiled, touched. That would be fine. 
He was there, in a misty darkness, strong and solid, and she 
was drawn to him. She went to him and his arms closed around 
her, until her face was pillowed against his broad chest. He was 
warm and beautiful, and he bent her backward over his arm and 
caught her breast in his mouth, drawing at her, making fire pool 
between her thighs. She wanted him inside 
And he was there, deep inside her, and she was pulsing around 
him, the fire flying through her veins, through her heart, up to 
shimmer over her skin 
Tara woke abruptly. It was nearly sunrise. From the living room, 
she heard the television. Daniel was watching his usual Japanese fare, 
and had likely been up much of the night. She was never going to get 
him on a regular schedule, so she could send him to school. Maybe she 
should home school him. Julian certainly wouldnt be likely to protest. 
Shed had a feeling one of his biggest concerns about Daniels change 
was how to assimilate him into regular culture. Easing him into a version 
less mainstream than hed be exposed to at a public school might 
be the way to go. 
And thinking in long-winded, excruciating detail about the pros 
and cons of home schooling Daniel just might drive that dream out of 

her head. 
Wishful thinking. It was hopeless. 
She got up and dressed, then joined Daniel in the living room. 
Good show? she asked. To her, it looked the same as the other shows 
he watchedbright colors, fast movement, and characters with big 
eyes and irritating voices. 
Its a new one. Its the middle of the series, and Im not sure 
whats going on. He shrugged. Lots of action, though. 
Thats good. What do you want for breakfast? 
Eggs. Could I try eggs? 
Tara nodded. Sure. Boiled eggs should be a good step up for you. 
She went to the kitchen and put water on to boil. When that 
shows over, could you turn to the news? 
Sure. 
It was so domestic, she thought. Just her and her little boy. She 
could devote her attention to him because Julian was footing the bill. 
And, based on her last discussion with Julian, he might be sending her 
a few more kids to take care of. At least three had decided to look into 
the change. It would be a while, though, before any of them were 
ready. With the loss of Grays services, Julian had decided to let Dr. 
Greene take over the psychologists duties. The doctor had agreed but 
had insisted on taking some classes first, afraid his amateur efforts 
might do more harm than good. 
If only Gray were still in the picture. Hed done a good job with 
Daniel, after all. But apparently hed decided to bow out. 
Or maybe Julian had killed hima thought she tried hard to deny 
but couldnt. Julian had said he hadnt, and Dr. Greene had concurred, 
but recent events had made her a little wary when it came to trusting 
Julian. 
When Daniels eggs were done, she peeled them, dropped them 
into a bowl and put them on the table in front of him. Eat slowly, she 
said. 
He did. These are good. 
Im glad you like them. 
Food is cool. She could tell he wanted to wolf down the eggs, 
but he restrained himself. Food is very, very cool. I cant wait to try 
more of it. 
Do you feel okay? Its not disagreeing with you? 
It doesnt seem to be. 
Good. She considered. Will you be okay by yourself for a bit? 

I was thinking about running out for some coffee. 
I could come with. 
Would you want to? 
Sure. Why not? Any chance to see the sun. 
Put on some sunscreen. 
He rolled his eyes. Jeez, Mom. 
Tara smiled. She had to admit, she really liked the sound of that. 
They went to the coffee shop together, the one where shed met 
Gray. Tara hadnt been in it since Grays ill-fated trip to the Underground. 
She wasnt sure why. Maybe she was afraid of seeing him. 
And maybe she was afraid of not seeing him, then having to confront 
Julian about whether or not Gray was even alive. 
It smells really good in here, Daniel said when they got to the 
counter. Can I try something? 
How about some tea? Teas easy on the stomach. 
Im game. 
They sat together at a table, and Tara looked out the window at 
the people passing by. 
Do you think hell show? Daniel asked after a few minutes. 
Surprised, Tara looked at him. Do I think who will show? Her 
voice sounded guilty. 
Santa Claus, said Daniel. Give me a break. He looked out the 
window. Oh, there he is. 
Santa Claus? 
No, Gray, you big grown-up goof. 
She looked where Daniel was pointing. Gray was walking up the 
sidewalk, hands buried in his pockets, gaze focused glumly on the ground. 
He misses you, said Daniel. 
Tara gave him a sharp look but detected no sarcasm in his voice 
or face. 
I said that because I know you miss him, Daniel went on. 
Whats a few vampires compared to the course of true love? 
Youre a nosy little brat. 
Ive had five hundred years of practice. 
Still, Tara couldnt bring herself to approach Gray directly. If this 
was meant to be, if the greater powers of the universe really wanted 
them to have a chance, he would see her, and he would stop, and 
maybe he would take her in his arms and kiss her, right in the middle of 
the coffee shop. 
He bought his coffee, turned away from the counter, and walked 

right toward them, still completely oblivious of her presence. So much 
for the greater powers of the universe. She blinked back tears as he 
took a seat at another table. 
Just go talk to him, Daniel suggested. I really dont want to 
watch you mooning the rest of the week because you didnt. 
She considered. He was right. If she didnt go, she would regret 
it. All right. 
Gray was more than lost in his thoughts. He seemed to be wandering 
in a separate dimension. He didnt look up or respond to her 
presence in any way until she actually sat down across from him, touched 
his hand, and spoke. 
Gray?
He looked up, blinking himself back to reality. Tara?
Good. You remember. I thought you might have forgotten while
you were off in la-la land, there. 
He smiled a little. Sorry. I was just . . . thinking. 
About what? 
You. 
That surprised her. Why? 
Because Im still having dreams. 
Desire hit her hard, out of left field, and she had to take a long 
breath before she could talk again. You, too, huh? 
His rueful smile faded into smoldering sobriety. Vampires or no 
vampires, I dont think I can walk away from this. 
From what, exactly? 
From you. He looked down at the table, then leaned closer to 
her, his voice low and barely audible in the rumble of the coffee shop. 
I think Im in love with you. I think its more than bleed-over from 
Liam and Felicity. I think its just me. 
There were those annoying tears again. I think its mutual.
Could we talk? I think I need to talk.
Sure. Lets go.
Let me get Daniel.
Daniel? I thought
Tara smiled. The Blue Fairy granted his wish. Hes a real boy
now. She waved to Daniel, who picked up his cup and joined them. 
So, he said. Is the mooning over? 
Tara cocked an eyebrow at him. Im going to start giving you an 
allowance. 
Daniel shrugged. Cool. Why? 

So I can take it away when you say stuff like that. She rolled 
her eyes toward Gray. Lets go. 
Gray followed Tara to her apartment, Daniel trailing after them, 
seemingly absorbed in watching the sunlight. Gray felt intensely awkward, 
not sure what he was going to say to Tara when they actually sat 
down to talk. 
Its so bright, Daniel said. 
Which is why you need to stay out of it until you get a little more 
used to it. She gestured toward the shade of the building. This way a 
little? 
Aw, jeez, he muttered under his breath but spent the rest of the 
walk in the shade, only letting his hand drift out into the sunlight from 
time to time. Gray watched him, curious, as he turned his hand in the 
light as if trying to catch it. 
Something new and different, I guess, he ventured, not at all 
sure how Daniel would respond. 
Its been a long time. I didnt really remember what it was like. I 
mean, you helped a little, helped me remember some of it, but that was 
nothing compared to actually being out here in it. He made a face. 
Except Tara wants to keep me in the house all the time. 
Its probably wise, said Gray. Im guessing you could sunburn 
pretty badly, if you dont take it a little at a time. 
Daniel shook his head in disgust. Grownups suck. 
Tara led the way into her apartment. Daniel, she said, giving 
him a meaningful look. 
Yeah, yeah, Ill be scarce. He went into his room and closed 
the door. 
How is he doing? Gray asked. It seemed as good a way as any 
of avoiding the actual subject. 
Hes doing well. He thinks Im being overprotective, though. 
You probably are. At her arch look, he smiled. Most good moms 
are, a little. 
Tara settled into the couch, sipping her coffee. Correct me if Im 
wrong, but I dont think you came here to talk about Daniel. 
No, I didnt. 
I got the impression you really didnt want to see me or my weird 
vampire friends ever again. 
You, yes. Your weird vampire friends, no. 
We kind of come in a package. 

I worked that out. Among other things I worked out over the 
past two weeks. 
What things? 
He looked at her, into her eyes, then discovered he couldnt talk at 
all while he did that, much less say what he had to say. So he looked 
away, then closed his eyes completely. I love you. I know it took me 
way too long to figure it out, but its true. 
I said it beforeI think its mutual, she said, and when he looked 
to see her carefully sipping her coffee, he noticed that her hand was 
shaking. So what are we going to do about it? 
I was going to come here and tell you I couldnt be with you if 
you continued working for vampires. She started to protest, but he 
raised a hand. I was going to give you a big ultimatum. Them or me. 
Prove you love me by never seeing them again. 
I think you know what I would have said.
He nodded. You seem to have a certain . . . loyalty to Julian.
And to Dominics memory. She paused. He was a good man.
Vampire or not, he was a good man. I loved him, and I owe him this. If 
you cant understand that 
I said I was going to do that. I changed my mind. 
Why? 
Because I knew it was the best, fastest way to lose you. 
So . . . she ventured, youre willing to accept what I do? 
Ive seen what youve done with Daniel. I assume there are 
other children who need the same kind of help? 
Yes, there are. 
And they need the same kind of therapy I gave Daniel? 
Yes. 
Have you had any luck finding anyone else qualified? 
Dr. Greenes taking classes. Julian decided not to trust anybody 
else. 
Gray drew a deep breath. I want to help. And not just because 
its the best way to be with you. 
Why, then? 
I almost killed those children, when I was Liam. The least I can 
do is help them now. 
A smile began to form on her lips. It seems fair. And the part 
about you being with methat works for me. 
I was hoping it would. He bent forward and kissed her gently. 
Because it totally works for me. 

Julians Journal 
Cryptic. Ill bet when these guys wrote this stuff down, they thought 
it was fun to make it as obscure and cryptic as possible. Or maybe, 
since it came from dreamtime, it was just hard to translate it into words. 
Id like to give them the benefit of the doubt. 
Im starting to get the picture, though. Two litanies, now, plus 
additional study of the Book, over the past several days, and the theme 
is beginning to emerge. I dont like where it seems to be going, but its 
too much to hope that I am wrong. 
There is also still the question of my own memories. Or not so 
much my own but the Seniors. They become less painful to access as 
I dig deeper, but theres so much thereplaces I dont have time to go. 
Places I dont want to go. Especially places where memories of William 
lay buried. Its hard enough to look him in the face as it is, knowing 
how my possession of the Seniors memories violates him. 
Were racing the clock here. I dont know how much time we 
have left, but it cant be a lot. The latest disappearance was in Jersey 
Citystill far enough away to consider Manhattan safe, but theres no 
doubt that Ialdaboths strength is growing. I can feel it. I dream it. I 
feel it lurking always in the background, stronger every day. Hell be 
coming for us. Soon. 

Julian  Redux 
All thine enemies have opened their mouth against thee: they 
hiss and gnash the teeth: they say, We have swallowed her up: 
certainly this is the day that we looked for; we have found, we 
have seen it. 
Lamentations 2:16 
Ialdaboths insane. It gives him a bit of an edge. 
EmailJulian to Lucien 
If the darkest of the dark days come, and the Children of the 
Dark turn the earth to ashes, it will be because one of the Light 
has not come forth, and offered himself, and said, Here. I am he 
who will change the tides of pain. 
The Book of Changing Blood 

One 
Aanu had skin, and hair. Eyelashes, even, if you looked closely 
enough. Julian wasnt sure. The glass panel in the hyperbaric chamber 
distorted his vision so that he couldnt quite tell about the eyelashes. He 
could see eyebrows, though. 
What lay inside that regenerated brain? Could they really expect 
the man to remember what hed known four thousand years ago, before 
hed been reduced to a bag of bones? Was there anything even 
remotely realistic about that expectation? 
Aanus eyes moved a little under his lids. The lids still seemed too 
thin, not quite opaque enough, as if they were missing a layer or two of 
cells. 
Julian sensed rather than heard movement behind him. Without 
turning, he said, What does it feel like? 
The regeneration? Lucien stepped up beside him. Hurts like 
hell. 
Julian nodded. I drowned once. It wasnt like this. 
No. It wouldnt be. Closest I came was the volcano. I lost a 
good deal of flesh in that one. He tapped the chambers glass panel 
absently with a big finger. Didnt have the benefit of one of these 
things, though. 
You think its made a difference? 
Hell, yes. This would have taken months under open air conditions. 
And Im sure your additional work has helped, too. 
Not just mine, said Julian, out of politeness, if not accuracy. 
He and Lucien had spent hours with their hands on Aanus gradually 
regenerating body, manipulating the warm flow of his life force. 
He himself had been experimenting to a great degree, testing and finding 
the nature and the limits of his power. But it hadnt taken long to 
discover that his abilities went far beyond Luciens. 
Julian studied Aanus face, quiet in repose, raw, not quite whole. 
Do you think hell be able to tell us anything? 
Maybe not right away. Therell be some disorientation. 
For how long? We dont have a lot of time, here. 
Lucien grimaced. I know. I can probably help with that, or, more 

likely, you can. 
Julian took a long, slow breath. The air tasted different these 
dayscleaner, sweeter. Strange, he thought, when it seemed as if it 
should be full of fear. It should, he thought, taste like Ialdaboth. 
Hes close, said Lucien. Not here yet, not ready, but close. 
It was hardly worth the effort it took to talk to Lucien, Julian 
thought, when the Demon could pick thoughts out of the air like that. 
Annoying. I can feel him. 
Lucien nodded. Yes. 
Too bad you didnt kill him in Romania. 
I would have if I could have. Lucien shook his head slowly, his 
gaze, still seemingly focused on Aanu, going distant. Were hard to 
kill. As you can see. 
What does it take? 
Im not sure. Two of us together against one, possibly. I remember 
. . . He stopped, frowned. 
Remember what? 
I forget. 
Nice. Julian stepped away from Aanus silver, coffin-like resting 
place. More like a womb than a coffin, though, really. You think on 
that. I need to see Lorelei. 
Lorelei was asleep. She slept a lot these daysday, night, afternoon, 
it didnt matter. Softly, Julian settled onto the bed next to where 
she lay curled around herself, one hand cupping her stomach. Shed 
only barely started to show, even with two babies growing inside her. 
They seemed to sap her strength, drain her beyond her ability to recuperate. 
Having no experience with any sort of pregnancy, he couldnt 
help wondering if that was normal or a sign of something very abnormal. 
Of course, one could argue that any child of a not-quite-vampire 
would be strange and abnormal. That didnt matter to him. These children 
were his, whatever they turned out to be. 
He caressed her hair. She shifted a little under his touch but didnt 
open her eyes. A vague smile curved her lips, and he bent to kiss her 
forehead. Her skin felt too warm under his lips, but then, it always did. 
He could sense the swirling of her energies, moving light of vivid blue 
and magenta hues, the power that lay there. The babies had an energy, 
as well, that swirled in soft pastels throughout her body, mingling with 
her own life force. He had only begun to see the colors recently and 

assumed it had something to do with his growing powers; but he could 
tell the colors had changed since her pregnancythere was more to 
her than there had been before. 
Hed wondered often over the past few months exactly what had 
changed in her and what power she might have that they had yet to 
explore. Her power seemed not to have manifested in the same way 
his had. It was subtle, not there if you looked for it, only there when she 
needed it. Hed finally figured it outher power was for this, for the 
children. Her body had known, even before she had quickened, that it 
would need to protect her babies. 
That answered one question, at least. She would be of little use to 
him in the final confrontation he knew was coming. Hers was a specific 
power, defensive, a mother-power. Lorelei could stand against 
Ialdabothshed proven that when hed kidnapped her and threatened 
her lifebut she couldnt attack him. He couldnt hurt her, but 
she couldnt hurt him, either. 
Satisfied that she was contentedly asleep and safe, Julian went to 
his computer. Hed sat in front of it nearly every waking hour of every 
day since Lucien and the others had returned from Romania, trying to 
make sense of the pieces of the Book, trying to find the answers. The 
additional material Rafael had supplied fit with what they already had, 
but it still wasnt enough for the clues to make sense. 
He booted up the computer, reflecting. It was as if there were 
something missing, as if the Book had a code, and he needed the key to 
break it. It would make more sense, he thought, than the idea that all 
these cryptic phrases and convoluted narratives actually meant something 
practical. 
He pulled up a file in which he had concatenated some of the 
meatier passages. He would figure it out eventually. He would have to. 
Otherwise, they were all dead. 
He wasnt able to keep at it for long, though. He was tired, exhausted, 
drained down to his bones. When the words on the screen 
began to blur into incomprehensible blotches, he shut down the computer, 
slipped into the bed next to Lorelei, and let the weariness drag 
him under. 
He dreamed. He dreamed a great deal these days, when he took 
the time to sleep. Floaty, disconnected images, usually, lacking both 
color and sense. But these dreams were memories. 
Not his own memories. The Seniors. He had absorbed every 

memory the Senior had owned when hed taken the ancient vampires 
blood. The blood had facilitated his transformation, but the memories 
had plagued him, adding several thousand years to his eight hundred. 
In the dream, he saw a face, looking into his own. Hed seen the 
face before, in attempts to delve through the Seniors past, and he 
knew it to be Ruha, the fourth of the First Demons. Hed been the 
Seniors lover for a time before choosing the darker path favored by 
Ialdaboth. 
The face was made of harsh lines, the pale eyes a strange contrast 
to the low, glowering forehead and dark brows. He looked more 
like Ialdaboth than Lucien. 
The Book  he said, and the last word drained 
out into a sort of broken, wordless mumble. 
Julian blinked awake, immediately alert and focused on what hed 
just heard. So there was something from the Book, something they 
hadnt yet found. Of course. No point in having everything be straightforward 
or easy. There were verses still missing, and he would have to 
find them. 
At least, now, for the first time, he had some idea where to look. 
Lorelei woke abruptly. Something was wrong, but she wasnt sure 
what. Inside her, one of the babies moved. It was a subtle sensation 
stilla sort of wave motionnot enough to have awakened her. Slowly, 
she sat up. 
Vaguely, she remembered Julian having come to bed, remembered 
moving up against him in the night. But he was gone now, and 
she was once again alone. Shed gotten used to waking alone, since 
Julian wasnt much for sleeping these days. But for some reason, this 
time, his absence bothered her. 
She sat up and turned, still under the covers, putting her feet on 
the floor. Her head spun a little. This morning sickness was never 
going to go away. 
She heard Julian mumbling in the other room. He couldnt get his 
head out of the Book these days. The answers were there, he insisted, 
though she wasnt so sure. She had a feeling he was missing something. 
He must be. If hed had all the pieces, as much time as hed 
spent working on the puzzle, he would have solved it long ago. 
Slowly, Lorelei stood. Her head went revolving again, and she 
waited for it to settle, then padded into the other room. 
Julian sat hunched over the computer, fingers tapping softly on 

the table in a meaningless rhythm. His brow was creased in a deep 
frown of concentration and frustration. 
Shit, he whispered, then closed his eyes. After a moment he 
opened them again and started tapping the table again. 
Julian? Lorelei ventured. 
He turned to look at her and smiled wearily. Hey. 
Making any progress? 
Not so youd notice. He leaned back in the chair and stared up 
at the ceiling, then looked at her again. How are you doing? 
Okay. 
You look a little pale. 
I kind of feel like Im going to vomit, she admitted with a wry 
smile. Then the smile faded. Is something wrong? I mean besides the 
usual. Is he closer? 
Julian frowned. Why? 
I just feel . . . I dont know. I woke up scared, sort of, I guess. 
Hes closer. The soft matter-of-factness of his voice bothered 
her more than any overt indication of fear he might have displayed. 
Hes closer and I dont know what to do about it. 
She slid a hand protectively over the soft swell of her abdomen, 
not aware she was doing it until her fingers brushed across the silk of 
her pajama shirt. Aanu will be awake soon. Hell help. 
Maybe. But what if he doesnt remember anything? 
Another slow, rolling sensation in her womb made Lorelei clench 
her fingers against herself, holding the movement closer, protecting it. 
Warmth passed into her palm, bringing with it a feeling of certainty, of 
reassurance. 
Hell remember, she said, and she knew it was true. 
Morning was climbing the sky. Julian could feel it. Hed left behind 
the involuntary vampiric Sleep, but his strong sense of the rhythm 
of the daylight hadnt faded. The knowledge that it was bright outside 
made him twitchy, restless. So when Lorelei elected to return to bed, 
he headed for the medical wing of the Underground. 
Halfway there, he nearly collided with Dr. Greene, who was hurrying 
down the corridor, looking harried. 
Hes awake, the doctor said, breathless. At least, I think he 
is. 
They half-ran the rest of the way together, Julian wishing his new 
powers included Luciens neat teleportation trick. Wheres Lucien? 

he asked. 
Dr. Greene shook his head. Im not sure. He was by earlier, but 
I dont know where he went when he left. 
We need to find him. 
Hell find us, Dr. Greene said, pushing open the door to Aanus 
room. He always does. 
The doctor was right, for Lucien was already there, standing next 
to the hyperbaric chamber, peering in through the glass. Hes awake. 
Thanks for the news flash, Dr. Greene said dryly. 
Lucien quirked an eyebrow. I dont think hes entirely conscious 
yet, though. 
Julian went to stand next to him, looking down at Aanus face 
through the window in the hyperbaric chamber. His eyes were open, 
but he looked dazed, disconnected. 
I can help him, Julian said. 
Are you sure? Dr. Greene eyed him narrowly. Its been less 
than twelve hours since your last session with him. 
Julian shrugged. Sometimes the healing sessions left him drained, 
but more often, he was manic in the aftermath, energized to a point that 
it was sometimes hard to control. I know. It doesnt matter. I can help 
him. 
Dr. Greene nodded. All right, then. Ill get him ready. 
It was different, in an odd way that Julian couldnt quite define. It 
just felt different. He laid his hands on Aanus bare chest, and Aanus 
eyes flicked toward him, looking into his face without recognition or 
visible comprehension. As if the acknowledgement were little more 
than a reflex. 
Its all right, Julian murmured. Its going to be fine. 
He let his palms shift, until both hands were in complete contact 
with Aanus skin, and wondered what exactly was going to be all right. 
Aanu? Certainly he would be fine, probably within a matter of hours. A 
day at the most. But how long did they have until the shit that was 
Ialdaboth hit the fan? 
He pushed that ever-present question out of his head. He couldnt 
afford the energy required to think about it, not if he wanted to help 
Aanu. 
Aanus skin was warm. That surprised Julian for some reason. It 
had been warm before, but not this warm. It was human-warm now. 
Lorelei-warm. He closed his eyes, feeling the energy moving beneath 

his hands. It, too, felt different today, less fragmented, its rhythms 
steadier. Aanus heartbeat was stronger, as well, more regular. Julian 
let himself fall into that rhythm, the slow, steady drumbeat. The indigo 
pulsations seemed to wrap around his hands, where he drew them in, 
magnified them, fed from them, let them drain back out of him and into 
Aanu. 
It was endless, a suspended, eternal moment, like an orgasm. 
Then Aanu took a deep, gasping breath, and Julian opened his eyes. 
Aanu was looking up at him, lucid, his pale eyes full of disbelief edging 
on fear. 
Its all right, Julian said again. Its all right. But Aanu only 
stared, uncomprehending. 
From behind him, Julian heard Lucien speak, his tone gentle and 
reassuring but his words incomprehensible. Julian withdrew his hands, 
and Lucien stepped a little closer, leaning over Aanu. Aanus expression 
changed to one of relief and understanding. 
Belial, he said, and Lucien smiled. 
Lucien, he corrected, and suddenly Julian could understand him, 
though the language was still the same foreign tongue. Welcome back, 
brother. 
* * * 
Hes not ready for extensive questioning, Dr. Greene insisted 
for about the tenth time. 
He could be right, Julian thought, but under the circumstances, it 
struck him as unwise to take the conservative approach. We dont 
have time to wait any longer, he said. He been conscious and alert 
for twenty-four hours and hasnt shown any signs of relapse. I believe 
hes in better health than you think. 
Dr. Greene took off his glasses and wiped the lenses on his sleeve, 
giving him a less-than-friendly look. I suppose you would know, he 
conceded. Your contact with him has been on an entirely different 
and much more intimate level than mine has been. 
Julian shrugged a little. The energythe levels seem safe to me. 
Im sure he could withstand a few questions, and hed probably be 
okay out of the chamber, too. 
How does Lucien feel about it? 
I think the question is, how does Aanu feel? Im sure he can tell 
us if hes up to answering questions. 
The doctor sighed and put his glasses back on. All right. No 
more concentrated oxygen, no more overprotective doctor. Hes breath

ing, his hearts beating, his bloods moving, and he seems fairly lucid. 
Give me a couple of hours to get him situated in a new room, and hes 
all yours. 
Julian nodded decisively. Good. 
An hour later, Lucien met him at the door to Aanus new room. 
You didnt invite me? Lucien said, sounding a little hurt. 
Since when do you have to be invited anywhere? You generally 
just show up. 
Lucien grinned a little. Well, I am a vampire. An invitation would 
be helpful. 
No, youre not. Youre a First Demon proto-vampire biological 
half-blood freak or something. And that having-to-be-invited thing is 
bullshit, anyway. 
True. Lucien glanced at the sheaf of papers Julian was carrying, 
papers on which were painstakingly recorded all the most perti-
nentand a few impertinentquestions Julian could think of. Let 
him talk first, Lucien said. Let him get out what he needs to get out. 
Hes been dead a long time. 
Fighting a quick stab of irritation, Julian nodded. He realized he 
was being impatient. He couldnt help it. He felt naked, vulnerable, 
unprepared, uninformed, and many other very uncomfortable conditions. 
If Ialdaboth popped in right now, he would take down the entire 
place. 
We have a little time, said Lucien. Not much, but I think itll be 
enough. 
Get out of my head, Julian groused, then added, How do you 
know that? 
Lucien shrugged. Like it or not, Ialdaboth is my brother. Theres 
a connection. A small one, but still a connection. And my beating the 
living shit out of him in Romania strengthened the bond. He still hasnt 
quite recovered. I can tell. 
Julian struggled to compose himself. Okay. That helpsa little, 
anyway. 
With an odd smile, Lucien tapped his knuckles against the door to 
Aanus room. 
Enter, said Aanu. 
Julian was again surprised that he understood the language. He 
had no idea what tongue it was, but it translated itself in his head when 
he heard it. There was a bit of a delay, though, as if it had to go through 

a relay process to hit the correct part of his brain. Hed figured out that 
was because he himself had never heard the language before yesterday. 
All knowledge of it came from the Seniors memories. 
Are you ready? Lucien asked. 
Julian nodded. Ready as Ill ever be. 
Lucien pushed open the door. Aanu sat in the bed, wearing clothes 
that had to have come from Luciens wardrobe, given the fit. Julian 
knew his own or Dr. Greenes clothes would have been too narrow 
through the shoulders. Aanu looked up as they entered, his attention 
immediately focusing on Lucien, and he smiled a little. 
Belial, he said, then corrected himself. My pardon. Lucien. 
You have caused no pain, said Lucien, tilting his head forward a 
little. This is our leader, Julian. 
Not really the leader, Julian corrected, a little stunned that the 
words came out in the same language Lucien and Aanu had used. 
Lucien turned to him with an eyebrow cocked in surprise. I didnt 
know you spoke this tongue. 
I dont. Julian lapsed back into English, his concentration disrupted. 
The Senior did. Its a bit hard to dig up. I dont even know 
what language it is. 
Its an ancient Sumerian dialect, I think, Lucien answered, also 
in English. Probably been dead for centuries. 
What do you speak of? Aanu said. 
Nothing of great concern, Lucien assured him. I was simply 
surprised at Julians facility with our language. 
Not a great facility. His accent is hideous. 
Julian laughed. No doubt. 
Lucien smiled at him and pulled a chair from a corner of the room, 
pushing it closer to Aanus bed. Julian sat and arranged his pages of 
questions while Lucien retrieved another chair for himself. 
How long has it been? Aanu asked. His gaze slid from one to 
the other of his visitors as he tried with little success to hide his uneasiness, 
his fear. 
Lucien spoke gently. Do you really want to know? 
I need to know. How long has it been? 
Silence dragged through the room as Lucien eyed his half-brother. 
Finally, slowly, he said, Four thousand years. 
Aanu gaped. Four . . . He stopped, closed his eyes. 
Again the silence came. Schooling himself to patience, Julian followed 
Luciens lead and waited it out. 

Ialdaboth, Aanu finally said. And Ruha. They did this to me. 
I thought as much. Lucien shifted forward in his chair, leaning 
his elbows against his knees. Two pitted against one. Is there any 
other way to defeat one of us? 
I was not defeated. Aanus tone was mildly offended, but more 
amused. If I had been defeated, I would not be speaking with you 
now. 
Fair enough. He started to say something else, but Julian broke 
in. A memory had floated to the surface of his mind. 
When did Ruha turn? 
Aanu frowned. Turn? What do you mean? 
I remember Ruha. The memory was fleeting and faded, one of 
the Seniors that Julian had no desire to pursue. Ruha was not with 
the Dark Children. 
You cannot possibly remember Ruha, Aanu protested. He has 
been gone for . . . since before you were Made, certainly. 
But Lucien understood. The Senior? 
Julian nodded. Yes. Ruha Made him, I believe. 
Interesting. Did I know that? Maybe I didnt. 
Aanu was staring at them in frustration now, as both Julian and 
Lucien had switched to English. Julian rummaged for the words in 
Sumerian. Ruha was not always of the Dark Children. 
No, Aanu conceded, but he chose that path a long time ago. 
When he was with the Senior . . . Julian trailed off. But no. 
That was why the Senior left him. 
Ruha came to believe that we followed the wrong path. Aanu 
looked at Lucien as he spoke, as if seeking comfort in a more familiar 
face. He partnered with Ialdaboth for a time, and then he disappeared. 
I believe that he and Ialdaboth also had an ideological disagreement, 
though one different from the one he had with us. 
Hes not dead? 
There are stories. Someone told me once hed been overcome 
somehow, and cut to pieces. But that might just be legend again, like 
the Osiris story. 
Julian frowned. If he were dead and we knew how he died, we 
might use that knowledge against Ialdaboth. 
Lucien shook his head. My guess is, hes been incapacitated in 
some way, much as Aanu was. Where, how, why, even whenno-
body knows for certain. He turned again to Aanu. Do you remember 
the Book? The one we dreamed when we were under the mud? 

Aanu nodded slowly. Parts. I remember parts. 
Good. We need those parts. Maybe if we get enough of them, 
we can figure out what they mean. 
Lets hope its soon, said Julian. 
Lorelei was waiting for him. She sat at his computer, playing a 
card game. On the desk lay an opened package of corn chips and a 
bowl of guacamole. Julian made a face. 
What? said Lorelei, moving a card into position with the mouse. 
That stuffs just way too green. 
Its delicious. 
Julian eyed it skeptically. He could smell it, and even though he 
had become accustomed to eating a wider variety of foods of late, 
guacamole didnt smell like something he wanted to try. 
With no such compunctions, Lorelei scooped another large helping 
onto a corn chip. Did you guys make any progress? 
A little. I think I know where to start. 
With Aanu, of course. Hell, I knew that much. Because you 
were supposed to question him, and he was supposed to pass on some 
information that would put you on the right track. 
And he did. Im fairly certain at this point that each of the four 
original brothers held a piece of the puzzle. Some of what they knew 
came out in the Books, when Lucien and Aanu dreamed them under 
the mud. But theres another piece of knowledge that was either left or 
taken out of the Book at some point. Thats where our answers are, 
Im sure. 
Lorelei had turned away from the computer and was listening 
with some interest. Really? What makes you think that? 
We got one piece from Lucien. Then there was the bit that Rafael 
remembered from Brigittes nightly ritualthats Ialdaboths piece. 
Aanu has a piece, Im certain, and once he gets a little more lucid, hell 
remember. 
So wheres the fourth piece? 
I have it. At her startled look, he went on. Its there, somewhere, 
buried in the memories the Senior passed on to me. His memories 
of Ruha. 

Two 
The power continued to flow into him, filling him again, making 
him strong. He had been weak long enough, and now the healing 
process was almost finished. Only a matter of time until he had 
the power, the focus, the strength, the magic, to confront the enemies 
of the Dark Children. They were deluded, broken people, 
searching for hope where there was none, dispatching love where 
love could touch nothing, grasping at the falling straws of repentance 
where repentance was impossible. 
They would bleed, and they would die, and he would devour 
the shredded fragments that remained 
Julian opened his eyes. Had he been asleep? Perhaps, though it 
seemed rather unlikely, given his state of mind. Perhaps he had only 
been dreaming, without the benefit of sleep. 
Or perhaps, as hed suspected for quite some time, he was actually 
tuned into Ialdaboth, his brain picking up signals on the Evil First 
Demon frequency. 
He was sitting in front of the computer, as he had been for the last 
several hours. Lorelei, satiated on chips and guacamole, had gone to 
bed a long time ago. 
He had typed the fragments from Lucien and Rafael into a file, 
where he could play with them. Hed looked at them frontward, backward, 
upside down, sidewise, next to each other, one above the other, 
superimposed on top of each other, and nothing had clicked. Not yet. 
He had a feeling that wasnt the right approach, anyway. There seemed 
to be a narrative element in the fragments, which meant they needed 
the rest of the story. So he would have to wait until the last two bits 
came in. And hope they made sense. 
Frankly, he was less worried about the piece they needed from 
Aanu than he was about the one he would have to extract from himself. 
Aanu would remember, and he would pass on the information, and 
they could add it to the collection. Maybe that would be enough, but 
Julian doubted it. He was going to have to dive into his own brain, and 
dive deep. 
No great surprise. Hed known since the day hed realized the 

Seniors blood had brought memories with it that he would have to use 
those memories. So far, hed dipped into them to arrange the trip to 
Romania, to protect Lorelei, and to perform a few other mundane tasks 
in maintaining the stability of the Underground. Surface stuff only, like 
wading ankle-deep in ocean surf. Getting to the memories he needed 
now would take a headlong plunge into the mental and emotional equivalent 
of the Marianas Trench. 
He wasnt entirely certain he could do it. There were the headaches, 
for starters. Every time he tried to access the Seniors memories, 
his brain rebelled violently and painfully, and it seemed to get worse 
each time. After Luciens party had left for Romania, hed spent several 
days recuperating, and the painkillers the doctor had provided had 
done very little good. The truth was, he was afraid of what would 
happen next time. 
But that wasnt the whole truth. In fact, it was probably just an 
excuse. Because it wasnt the memory retrieval itself that caused the 
pain. It was his own stubborn, full-fledged fight to limit the memories 
that caused it. When he accessed the Seniors legacy, he carefully 
looked for only the information he neededthe bits and pieces relevant 
to the specific situation, and no more. Because even in those 
limited incursions, he could feel the Senior as if he were still alive, 
lurking there in his head. And Julian knew that what really terrified him 
was the thought that, if he went too deep into that ocean of ancient 
memories, he would lose himself entirely, and no longer be Julian Cavanaugh. 
The babies were afraid. Lorelei sensed it the moment she opened 
her eyes, realized it was, in fact, what had awakened her. The babies, 
too small even to be called babies yet, without fully developed brains, 
according to the developmental charts shed been studying so diligently, 
were afraid. Terrified. 
She sat up in bed, laying both hands on her slightly rounded abdomen. 
She could feel the taut walls of her growing uterus, a little larger 
than a grapefruit but clenched hard on itself. Gently, soothingly, she 
rubbed the tight muscles, trying to communicate comfort through her 
touch. The babies moved as she eased her fingers over her belly. She 
could feel the movement inside her, but not against her palms. The 
babies were still too small to disturb the surface of her skin with their 
kicking and swimming. 
Shh, she said, her voice little more than a whisper. Shh. Itll be 

all right. Itll be all right. 
Next to her, Julian sat up. She jumped a littleshed been so 
absorbed in the babies that she hadnt even noticed he was there. 
Is everything okay? he asked. 
Theyre afraid, she whispered. 
He frowned and reached toward her, laying his big hand over her 
belly, next to hers. Afraid of what? 
I dont know. Him, I think. She looked earnestly at Julian, suddenly 
afraid, herself. His frown hadnt budged. Is he closer? Can you 
tell? Are we running out of time? Suddenly she could think of nothing 
but her tiny children, helpless there, inside her, and of the threat Ialdaboth 
posed to them. To everyone. 
His fingers tightened a little on her, strong, comforting. His words, 
though, were anything but. Of course were running out of time. Weve 
been running out of time since the day you let me drink you. 
If I hadnt, wed all be dead by now. 
His lips twitched a little. Dont confuse me with the facts. Leaning 
forward, he kissed her softly. She let his lips play against hers, let 
the taste and feel of him comfort her. Then he drew back, lay his face 
against her belly, and began to sing. 
She smiled at the soft sound of his slightly off-key crooning. The 
music vibrated through her nightgown, against her skin, and the babies 
began to ease under its effects. Their movements slowed, becoming 
lazy and, finally, stopping. They were asleep. She knew it in the same 
way she had known they were afraid. Just a sense, clear but strange, 
disconnected in a way from her own emotions and senses. Their fear 
had dissolved, eased away by the sound of their fathers voice. 
The babies can feel him, Julian told Lucien in the morning, when 
Lucien showed up at his door, as usual, just after sunrise. So can I. 
Were running out of time. 
Lucien snorted. Tell me something I didnt already know. 
You didnt know the babies could feel him. 
True, Lucien conceded with a shrug. Anyway, I know were 
running out of time. We need a solution before Ialdaboth comes blasting 
up through the floor or falls through the ceiling onto our heads or 
whatever crazy stunt hes likely to pull next. 
Do you know if Aanu has remembered anything? 
Not sure. He stood and stretched, his spine popping rather alarmingly. 
I talked to him again last night, and hes still having some re

trieval problems. Anyway, I sent William to spend some time with him, 
just for a change of pace. 
William? 
Turns out William knows that Sumerian dialect. Not sure how he 
learned it, but he knows it about as well as I do. Certainly better than 
you. 
Chagrined, Julian said, Its not exactly easy sifting for vocabulary 
through what effectively amounts to someone elses brain. 
Lucien sobered. You need to make it your brain. Were not going 
to solve this thing if you dont. 
I know. 
And I know why you dont want to. Get over it. 
Julian looked up sharply. I dont think you have any idea. 
I know a hell of a lot more than you want to give me credit for. 
And unless you want everybody here to die, youre going to have to get 
over your little personal problem and start using the Seniors memo-
riesall of them. 
What if Julian started, then broke off, afraid to say the words. 
What if what? Luciens voice had gentled, almost as if he knew 
the words without them being spoken. Maybe he did. Lucien was that 
way. 
Julian swallowed hard, and said it. What if I get lost in there? 
What if I cant get back? 
Lucien laid a hand on his shoulder. You will, he said. You have 
to. 
Do you really think its that dangerous? Lorelei asked him later. 
They sat in bed together, Lorelei in soft, satin pajamas the color of 
a ripe peach. Unable to resist the urge, Julian reached out to cup his 
palm over the soft curve of her belly. Shed told him she could feel the 
babies moving, but he felt only her warmth, the tautness of her skin. 
She laid a hand over his and went on. Or are you just afraid? 
Startled, he looked up to meet her gaze. Her eyes were wide 
open and ready for him to tell her the absolute truth. And they had a 
look in them that made him think she already knew it. 
Both, he finally said, but maybe more of the latter. 
She nodded, her fingers tightening over his hand. I thought that 
might be the case. What are you afraid of? 
If I go deeply enough into those memories to find what we need, 
whats to guarantee Ill be able to come back? 

Me. 
She sounded so certain, so resolute, that he could almost believe 
she knew more about it, somehow, than he did. She shifted a little 
closer to him, her mouth curving just a little at the corners. Her clear 
blue eyes, as always, entranced him, but lately theyd held more than 
simply her love for him. There was something else theremystery, 
more than even the usual mysteries of a woman. 
You could never leave me. Her voice was little more than a 
whisper, but it thrummed with power. And if something did happen, if 
you were lost there, even for a moment, I could bring you home. 
How do you know? 
I know. Whatever you did to me when you drank me, it bonded 
us. Theres power, but its only protective power. I can protect myself, 
the babies. And you. 
Hadnt he had the same thought just the other day? All the more 
reason to believe her. 
She leaned toward him, until he could taste her breath on his lips. 
You cant get away from me that easily. 
Her kiss held a smile, and he returned it as his mouth moved 
against hers. He savored her mouth for a long moment, a hand sliding 
up her back, the other unable to resist the temptation to cup her breast. 
Her nipple sprang taut into his palm. The contours of her breasts had 
changed already, filling out a bit, and shed told him to be careful touching 
them, because sometimes they hurt. But she was leaning into him 
now, pressing harder into his palm. 
He wanted her. But he only kissed her, caressed her. Theyd 
agreed reluctantly that it might be best to abstain during her pregnancy, 
because it was so odd and impossible and neither of them wanted to 
risk losing the babies. It was hard to resist her, but he had gone decades 
at a time without sex. He was certain he could go a few more 
months. 
At least, hed been certain when theyd made the decision. Now 
he wasnt so sure. 
After a time, she withdrew, with a small sound of regret. It would 
probably be okay, she whispered. 
But what if it wasnt? That scared him, too. And it was one 
thing he could control in the midst of the out-of-control spiral that had 
become his life. He could keep his hands off Lorelei, keep himself 
from endangering their children. 
She smiled a little, and he knew she understood. Her hands moved 

gently down his arms, until her fingers tangled with his. Go where you 
need to go. Ill be sure you come back. I promise. 
He kissed her softly. Thank you. Then he settled onto the bed. 
She stretched out next to him, curled her small, peach-colored self 
against him, and he put an arm around her shoulders, drawing her in a 
little closer, until he could feel her heartbeat. 
Go, she whispered, and he closed his eyes. 
Worried, Lorelei watched as Julian drifted off. He seemed to be 
asleep, but she could tell he wasnt. His alertness made a kind of echo 
in her own head, so she always knew when he was awake and when 
he had entered the slower, meditative state that, for him, passed for 
sleep. 
It concerned her that he was afraid to look into his own mind. He 
so rarely seemed truly discomfited, and that he would be afraid of 
something as simple as another mans memories was, to her, disturbing. 
She understood, though, or began to, as he let himself sink into 
himself and she followed him into the subconscious that had been blended 
with his own by his taking of the Seniors blood. She could feel the 
rhythms of his mind actually change, until he felt like a different person. 
No wonder it frightened him. It scared her, too. Scared her that 
her lover, her mate, seemed to be disappearing. Suddenly she wondered 
if shed been too confident in herself. How could she bring him 
back if she couldnt feel or see or even recognize him? 
The memories were there, clear and accessible but hidden behind 
the long stretch of memory Julian called his own. Hed dipped only into 
the more recent of those other memories. To get what he needed, he 
had to go back hundreds, maybe thousands, of years. And to do that, he 
had to let go of his own memories, his own sense of self. 
To do it without the intense pain, he had to do it willingly. 
But . . . how? 
Even with the reassurance of Loreleis presence lurking on the 
edges of his awareness, he didnt know how to let go that completely. 
And if he didif he even couldhow was he supposed to know how 
to come back? He had no road map. It would be so easy to get lost. 
He could sense Lorelei, though, on the other side, a beacon to 
guide him home, when it came time to return. The lifeline gave him 

courage. 
So he let himself sink deeper than hed ever sunk before, past the 
edges of memory beyond which he previously hadnt tried to venture. 
Twenty-five . . . fifty . . . a hundred years of another mans life 
It was like wading through an underwater jungle, with tendrils 
hanging down from above, touching him from time to time. A quick 
current of memory occasionally trembling over his skin. Darkness 
amongst the threads of light. Odd muffled sounds in the distance, the 
voices of other, more distant memories. 
It was so hard not to be afraid. 
Lorelei.
Im here.
He clung to her, a mental sensation that felt as if he were holding 
her hand, and headed for that dark place where he had no desire to go. 
He found William there, as he knew he would. Hed been avoiding 
it since hed first sensed the Seniors relationship with William in 
the sea of inherited memories. It was too intimate, too painful, and too 
alien to anything he had ever experienced. But it stood like an insurmountable 
reef between him and his destination. And somehow, he had 
to get past it, past William, back to Ruha. 
Go on. Im with you. Loreleis voice was distant, a faint, wispy 
sound. 
I cant. 
He lurched toward the surface, abandoning the quest in what he 
knew full well was an attack of cowardice. He just couldnt do it. Not 
now. 
He opened his eyes and looked at Lorelei, who regarded him with 
some sympathy but more disappointment. 
You have to, she said. 
Julian sighed. I know. 
Sitting on the bed next to Julian, Lorelei drew her knees up under 
her chin and watched him sleep. That he had fallen asleep worried 
herhe almost never really sleptbut it didnt worry her as much as 
his reluctance to find his way through the Seniors memories. He kept 
delaying it, when he knew there simply was no time for delay. 
Somebody needed to talk some sense into him, somebody who 
understood better than she what he was facing. 
She reached over and touched him lightly, the tips of her fingers in 
his hair, barely touching his scalp. Then she rolled carefully out of the 

bed and went into the front room of their living quarters. 
She needed to talk to Lucien. Of course, she had no idea where 
he washe was one of the most elusive people shed ever metbut if 
she thought about him hard enough he usually showed up. So she took 
a seat on the soft couch, closed her eyes, and thought about him. 
She had almost drifted to sleep when a knock fell on the door. 
Jerking awake, she got up and went to let Lucien in. 
You rang? he said, smiling a little. 
You could say that, she answered. Glancing over her shoulder 
toward the bedroom, she stepped into the hallway, closing the door 
behind her. Lets talk somewhere else. 
He nodded and headed down the hallway. How are you feeling? 
he asked. 
Im okay. For the most part. But Julians a mess, and you need to 
do something about it. 
Cutting to the chase, are we? He stopped walking. Should we 
just talk here, or do you want to sit somewhere? 
Loreleis teeth clenched involuntarily, responding to what felt, at 
first, like mocking from Lucien. But it wasnt, she realized, looking at 
his face more closely. He was concerned. He wanted to be sure she 
was comfortable. 
Lets sit. She tried to keep the fear out of her voice, but it was 
hard. Damned hormones, anyway. 
He held out his hand. She took it, he squeezed her fingers lightly, 
and they were in his office. Have a seat, he said, and she did. 
He leaned against the desk. So whats up? 
We need whats in Julians head, and he wont go get it. You 
need to talk to him. 
Lucien grimaced. Its a lot of memories. A lot of time to wade 
through. 
Its not just that. 
I know. He pushed away from the desk. Ill talk to him. Then, 
to Loreleis surprise, he took a step toward her and laid his hand over 
the curve of her belly. How are you really? 
She held still, fighting the urge to flinch away from his touch. His 
long fingers were warm against her. Scared. 
His hand shifted, his fingers tightening a little. I can feel them. 
Her gaze jerked to his face to see a soft smile curving his lips. 
Can you? 
Hmm. Theyre . . . so small. Sweet. Lovely. 

Lorelei swallowed tears, not certain where they had come from. 
Theyre not. . . ? 
Theyre not human, if thats what youre about to ask. Not quite, 
and frankly thats not unexpected. But theyre not dangerous. Not evil. 
His hand slid away. Itll be all right. 
No, it wont. Not if you cant get Julian to do what he has to do.
Lucien sighed. Ill take care of it.
Good. Then thats one less thing I have to worry about.
Just worry about the babies. They need you.
Again with the damned tears. Lorelei forced a watery smile.
Thank you. 

Three 
Across the ocean, under the ground, the power grew. Black and 
strange, crawling, filling all the space it had, then breaking through a 
dark carapace to grow again. 
Had you taken your rightful path, you would have this power, 
too. 
The path of darkness, of death. Julian could feel the thick blackness 
that was Ialdaboths mind. He fed from death. Created it so he 
could devour it. Hatred and anger like honey in his mouth, bringing him 
the strength he needed to exist, to grow, to dominate and become. 
Become what? 
You wish you could know. But you have no ability to know, 
because you have sought life. 
But Julian knew there was strength in life. He had felt the power 
growing within him, though, as yet, he only knew it existed, not what he 
could do with it or what it made of him. 
Death feeds us. We kill to live. We are demons, and we should 
never try to be anything else. It is not what we are meant to be. 
But we feed from life, he thought. Lifes blood, flowing dark and 
red, full of the pulses of living. Ialdaboth had chosen the wrong metaphor. 
You are a fool. You will die, all of you. You with your self-
righteousness, all your misguided followers. The girl. And your 
Julian jolted awake to find Loreleis warm body spooned against 
his back. She was sleeping soundly, her breathing slow and steady. He 
rolled toward her and watched her for a few minutes, absorbing the 
familiar lines of her face, her soft smells, the sounds of her breathing. 
Finally he leaned forward to kiss her gently, tasting her mouth without 
waking her. 
Reluctantly, he rose to get dressed. 
Lucien wasnt in his office, so Julian went on to Aanus room in 
the hospital wing. Lucien was, of course, there. 
So was William. 

Julian hesitated at the door. William sat in a chair next to Aanus 
bed, where Aanu sat listening intently as William spoke. Lucien leaned 
against the wall, watching. 
Apparently, William was teaching Aanu English. Or trying to. From 
the sound of things, it wasnt going very well. 
Silence fell as Julian stepped into the room. Lucien pushed away 
from the wall and met him at the doorway, waving him back into the 
hall. 
Whats up? Julian asked. 
Were trying to get Aanu up to speed. Lucien laughed a little. 
Not that theres much chance thatll actually happen. But Aanu can 
use the company. 
Where did William learn ancient Sumerian? 
Ask him yourself. Luciens gaze slid sideways, toward him. 
Julian tried not to be irritated by Luciens too-obvious subtext. 
Yeah. I should talk to him. 
Lorelei says youre having difficulty accessing the Seniors memories 
of Ruha. 
Well, at least hed left the subtext behind. Text was always easier 
to deal with. You think talking to William will help? 
Youve let this thing with William go on way too long, Julian. Get 
it past you. Particularly if its keeping you from Ruha. 
Julian wanted to argue, would have done anything to avoid the 
excruciatingly awkward confrontation he knew any heart-to-heart with 
William would be. But he couldnt justify cutting himself any slack, not 
with what he was demanding from the others. All right, he said. Ill 
talk to him. But itll have to wait. We need to talkall of us. Ive been 
having dreams. 
Lucien eyed him questioningly. Theres no time like the present. 
He pushed the door open, and Julian followed him into Aanus 
room. 
William, Lucien said in English. Desist for a bit. We need to 
pow-wow. Then, to Aanu, he added, The three of us need to talk. 
There are things you need to know. 
Aanu sighed, obviously relieved. This language of yours is very 
difficult. I need to rest, anyway. 
William laughed. I have to say, Im getting something of a headache, 
as well. Youre not the easiest student. He touched Aanus 
hand. Ill come back later. 
Julian noted that, as William slid past him and out of the room, he 

avoided his gaze. 
When the door closed behind William, Lucien gave him a wink. In 
English, he said, I thought he and Aanu might hit it off. 
What are you saying? Aanu said, his voice edgy. Hed seemed 
more at ease in Williams presence. 
Nothing, said Lucien. I was just being rude. He settled into a 
chair. Nowwe need to talk about Ialdaboth. 
Aanu nodded. Tell me what I need to know. 
Julian spun out the story as best he could, fighting through the 
second-hand memories that allowed him to speak Aanus language. 
Lucien stepped in from time to time, correcting his word choice or 
phrasing. Aanu listened attentively, becoming more and more grim as 
the story unfolded. 
Do we even know for sure what well be facing? he asked 
finally. Ialdaboth has been in hiding. Do we know why? 
Lucien steepled his fingers under his chin. I killed him in Romania. 
It will have left him weak. Hes regathering his strength. 
Ive seen it in my dreams, Julian added. I can feel the power 
hes gathering. Dark power. Death power. 
You should have killed him, Lucien, when the opportunity was 
there, said Aanu. He was weak after you attacked himthe two of 
you together might have been able to destroy him. 
Julian shook his head. We didnt know where he was. Eventually, 
I realized hed gone underground. But even with the connection he 
and I seem to have developed, I dont know exactly where he is. 
You should have hunted him down. 
Aanu seemed to know an awful lot about what should have been 
done, Julian thought, especially for someone who had been dead for 
the last four thousand years of plot development. Biting back his irritation, 
he said, That would have left this place too vulnerable. It was not 
an acceptable risk. 
We did everything we reasonably could, Lucien put in. We 
took the information we gathered in Romania, gathered additional information 
from Rafael and Lilith. I believe that if we wanted to, we 
could invade Ialdaboths stronghold directly and expect a high degree 
of success. 
Aanu shrugged. Then we should do it. 
No, we shouldnt. Julians voice was firm and grim. A high 
degree of success isnt enough. We have to eradicate him completely, 
before he destroys everything. 

A moment of silence passed, during which Julian endured Aanus 
judgmental regard. 
Finally, slowly, Aanu said, The Dark Children have existed longer 
than there have been vampires. Ialdaboth has existed as long as Belial 
and myself. Why is it so important now that he be eliminated? 
The power Ialdaboth wields is different than it was in the past, 
said Julian. Its stronger and much darker. This argumentthis war 
has become more than a mere philosophical conflict. Its good against 
evil. What he grows inside him could destroy everything good that ever 
existed. And he intends to do exactly that. We have to stop him. 
He feeds off evil, Lucien added. The same way you and I 
feed off positive emotions, he feeds from negative ones. From hatred, 
war, pain. He foments it and teaches his children to foment it. So not 
only do they feed and kill without remorse, they cause as much pain as 
possible, and when they see an opportunity to cause mass chaos, they 
take it. 
Aanu nodded. He was sliding even four thousand years ago. I 
should have known something like this would be the result. He mulled 
a moment, then looked at Lucien. Is it even possible to kill him? 
Lucien nodded. I believe so, yes. 
Ialdaboth and Ruha conquered me, but I wasnt destroyed. As 
you see. 
Maybe if they had cut you into pieces instead of leaving your 
skeleton intact? Julian offered. It was a quandary, he had to admit, but 
there had to be some way to kill these creatures, these First Demons. 
Otherwise what had been the point of his own transformation? 
There has to be more to it than that, said Lucien. He regarded 
Julian narrowly. It has to do with you, with what youve become. It 
has to. 
Him? Aanu protested. Hes just a vampire. And only eight 
centuries old. 
Lucien shook his head. No, Julian is more than a vampire. He 
drinks no blood, hasnt for over two hundred years. He eats solid food 
and can live in the sunlight. And his lover is pregnant with twins. His 
biological children. 
Clearly astonished, Aanu looked at Julian. But how 
Julian started to reply, but Lucien waved him off. 
Well tell you all about it later, when we have time. Whats important 
now is that Julian can do one more thing vampires cant do. He 
can restore life to the mortally wounded. And we have yet to see the 

extent of his powers. 
Comprehension washed over Aanus features. The one who 
feeds from life without diminishing it, he murmured. 
Yes, Lucien replied. We wrote it in the Book. And the Book 
has the other answers we need, as well, Im certain. But so much of it 
has been lost. 
The Book, Aanu repeated. He frowned, thoughtful. There is 
something. I know what it is, what we need to know. 
Please tell us, said Julian. 
Aanu shook his head. I cant. Not yet. But I will. He stood. I 
have it here, somewhere in my head. I have to go think until I find it. 
He went to the door. Give me time. 
Julian watched him go, then looked at Lucien. Thats something, 
then. 
Lucien nodded. Lets hope so. He slapped Julians shoulder 
lightly, encouraging. Ill talk to William. Hell be by to see you in a 
couple of hours. Then I think well be well on the way to getting this 
thing done. 
Julian paced his living room, waiting for William, nervous to the 
point of nausea. 
It was his own fault, of course, that he was so distraught over 
what was about to transpire. Hed put it off far too long. He should 
have dealt with it right up front. But hed had other things on his mind, 
and it had been easier to shove the hard things aside, hoping they would 
remain irrelevant. 
He should have known better. After eight-hundred-plus years of 
living, he at least should have learned that things he tried to ignore 
eventually came back to bite him in the ass. 
Briefly, he wondered how much Lucien had told Williamif William 
had some idea what was coming, or if this was all going to be a 
horrible revelation for him. Julian wasnt sure which would be worse. 
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the knock finally came. 
Opening the door, he found William on the other side, looking even 
more nervous than he was. 
May I come in? William asked. 
Julian stepped aside. Of course. 
William eyed him warily as he entered. Lucien told me. Some of 
it, anyway. He stopped, swung around to face him. Why the hell 
didnt you talk to me about this a long time ago? 

Julian gave a short laugh. Good question. I was just asking myself 
the same thing. He gathered himself, studying William. William 
frowned. The light caught the lenses of his glasses, making it difficult 
for a moment to see his eyes. Have a seat, Julian said. 
William sat, still watching him with obvious discomfort. How 
much? he asked cautiously. How much do you know? 
With a sigh, Julian settled into another chair. Everything. He gave 
me his memories with his blood. 
Williams eyes widened, then his expression hardened, his face 
closing on a myriad of emotions Julian was hard-put to read. Anger, 
shock, pain, embarrassment. 
Julian looked away, feeling many of the same emotions, himself. 
Im sorry, he ventured. This has been difficult for me, too. 
Why bring it up now? 
I have to get to Ruha. He and the Senior were lovers several 
centuries ago. For some reason that I dont understand, I have to go 
through you to get to him. 
William laughed a little, the expression on his face more wry than 
amused. All the lovers filed in the same mental cabinet? 
Something like that, apparently, Julian replied. 
The room reeked with awkwardness. Suddenly Julian had no idea 
what he should do with his hands. Strange. He so rarely thought about 
his hands. 
How much of it have you . . . seen? William said finally. 
Glimpses. Ive shied away from it. Its too strange, seeing you 
and seeing . . . what he remembers. He dared a sideways glance, but 
William wasnt looking at him. Im sorry, William. 
Now William did look at him, and something flared in his eyes. 
Are you? 
Yes. I am. 
For what, exactly? 
Taken slightly aback, Julian paused to consider. For being . . . the 
way I was. 
And why were you that way? Williams voice had become tight 
and brittle. Was there a real reason, or just plain old-fashioned homophobia? 
His tone made Julian inexplicably angry. But was he really angry, 
or did his reaction come from the Senior within him? That the question 
even occurred to him fueled his angerand made him afraid. It was 
the thing that scared him the mostfeeling as if someone else were 

living inside his body, affecting his thoughts, guiding his emotions. 
Regardless of whose anger he felt, though, William didnt deserve 
it. 
Carefully, Julian said, When he died . . . you were so cold. Like 
you didnt give a shit. Then I found out what he was to you. What was 
that about? The anger grew as he spoke, becoming harder to control. 
Williams taut expression had given way to surprise. He blinked a 
few times, and when he spoke his voice was soft. He knew he was 
going to die. He told me to do whatever I had to do to protect myself. 
For all I knew, you were going to kill us all. 
Julian frowned in thought as he began to understand. Like when 
you tried to protect me with his bones, all over my desk, right after he 
died. I thought you were just being a suck-up. 
I was. It seemed expedient. 
Julian swallowed and looked at the wall. After that, when the 
rest of the memories started coming, the emotionswhen I found out 
what you meant to him He stopped, swallowed again. It was hard 
to like you. I felt like you had betrayed him. And he was mesort of. 
I assure you, William said in strained tones, I loved him. 
It struck Julian suddenly that this was as hard for William as it 
was for him. Stupidincredibly stupidnot to have realized that from 
the outset. Hed been so wrapped up in his own problems, and the 
problems of the enclave in general, that he hadnt even considered 
Williams loss. His pain. 
Julian dragged his gaze away from the wall and looked at William. 
He was staring at a spot on the opposite wall. But I was the one 
left behind, and that was harder, he said. 
Yes, it would be, Julian thought. I should have talked to you before, 
he said. It was just . . . so strange to me. 
Silence settled for a moment, less strained than it had been. 
Finally William said, You have to go through the memories. You 
have to find what Ruha knew. Otherwise we die. Am I right? 
Yes. And, at last, Julian understood what he needed to hear. I 
need your permission. 
William laughed dryly. My permission? You need my permission 
to rummage through your own mind? 
When William finally looked in his direction, Julian caught and 
held his gaze. It was easier, now. Those memories dont belong to me. 
Theyre his. Yours. When I go there, its a violation. 
Williams jaw clenched, but he didnt look away. Do what you 

have to do. You should have done it already, instead of wasting time 
with me. 
If we live, I still have to be able to look you in the eye. Thats 
important to me. 
You need to learn to be more ruthless. Were not going to get 
through this if you act like a pushover. 
Julian smiled a little. I know. Ill try. 
Williams eyes were flinty. Dont try, he said. Just get it done. 
Theyd reached an understanding, Julian realized, but forgiveness 
for the months of evasion and awkwardness between themand for 
killing his lover, however necessary it may have beenwould likely be 
a long time coming. 
William, Im sorry, he said.
Williams face softened, but only a little. I know.
There was little left to do, then, but watch William leave. When
the door closed behind him, Julian leaned back in his chair and stared at 
the ceiling. 

Four 
He was ready. He was sure of it. With Lorelei holding his hand, 
Julian leaned back in their bed, closed his eyes, and once again dove 
deep into the vast sea of inherited memories. 
His first discovery surprised him. The Seniors relationship with 
William had spanned nearly a century. That pool of memories hadnt 
appeared that deep the last time hed tried to get past them. But maybe 
that was because a hundred years was nothing in the great expanse 
the Seniors lifetime. 
Just go. 
Loreleis voice echoed in his head. She sounded impatient. Lorelei 
often sounded impatient these days. He couldnt really blame her. She 
was concerned about the babies. If he didnt clear the way for their 
safe future, nothing would be safe for any of them again. 
So he went. Went through the whispered conversations with William, 
private moments in the dark, things he had no right to see, skirting 
around them as best he could, because in spite of Williams admonition 
to just do it, it felt wrong to be here. 
Soon he was back fifty years, seventy-five He heard Ruhas 
name drift by in a bubble and followed it. 
You loved him, didnt youRuha? Williams voice. 
Until he changed, came the Seniors answer. 
What changed him? 
He changed himself. Chose a different path. 
What happened to him? 
I dont know. If you believe the legends, hes dead, or as close 
to dead as we can become, and has been for a long time. 
He followed that thread, and it led him deeper. He fell all the way 
through, to a hundred and twelve years past, when the Senior found 
William feeding on drunks and criminals in Manhattan alleyways, and 
had taken him in. Somehow, that event was connected directly to Ruha, 
the memories of the earlier relationship being revisited and strengthened 
in the memories of William. 
That explained the connection, then, and the reason he hadnt 
been able to find Ruha without dealing with William. The Seniors mind 

had set up the two relationships in a continuum, one blending a little into 
the other in spite of the space of several centuries between them. 
Doesnt he have a name? 
Lorelei again, though fainter than before. 
A name? 
Its the Senior. Always just the Senior. He must have had a 
name at some point. Probably several. 
A strange question, he thought. It hadnt occurred to him to wonder. 
She was right, but whatever names the Senior had carried over his 
ten thousand years were buried deep. There were more important things 
to look for at the moment. 
As he gently pushed Loreleis question aside, he felt her mild 
amusement. Just wondering. 
I love you. He wasnt sure why he felt the need to tell her that, 
but it seemed necessary. He made sure shed heard him. 
Then he jumped. With faith and Loreleis reassuring presence 
shadowing him, he plunged through millennia, all the way from the 
beginning of the Seniors relationship with William to the end of his 
relationship with Ruha. 
I cant stay with you if you take this path, and I will not follow 
you. The last thing the Senior had said to Ruha, before Ruha had left to 
join Ialdaboth. 
And Ruhas replyYou are a fool. 
The pain in that moment was so intense he thought he would 
weep with it. He pulled himself away, pushed deeperand found yet 
another barrier. 
More pain. The agony of Ruhas leaving had colored every other 
moment of their centuries-long union. Even the pleasant memories hurt. 
It wasnt you. This isnt your pain. 
Floundering in the depths of that anguish, hed nearly forgotten 
Lorelei was with him. But I can feel it. Its like knives, he told her. 
I can help. Let me take some of it. 
No . . . the babies . . . 
He plunged in alone, sadness a murky shroud around him. It was 
like trudging through a bog, thick and noxious. It reminded him of 
Ialdaboths black, swarming insect power. The dense wretchedness of 
the Seniors grief, the crackling, crawling, overwhelming miasma of 
Ialdaboths powerthey seemed complementary in some way. But he 
didnt know if that meant there was a connection between the ancient 
vampire and the Demon, or if his mind was taking things it didnt un

derstand and constructing interpretations based on similar metaphors. 
Either way, it hurt. 
Hold on to me. 
Lorelei. His anchor. But he wasnt sure she would be enough. 
Of course Im enough. Just find what you need and get the 
hell out. 
Trust her to boil the situation down to the essentials. And she was 
right. He didnt have to go through every single memory. He just had to 
find what he needed, take it, and leave. 
Centuries. Over a millennia, they had been together, and no sort 
of order to the memories of those years. Then, abruptly the earliest 
memories bobbed to the top, and a strong truth leaped out, vivid with 
sensation and emotion. 
Ruha had made the Senior. Ten thousand years ago, perhaps before 
any other blood-child had ever been created, Ruha had made the 
Senior. 
He was the first vampire? Loreleis presence radiated perplexity. 
He told me he was. The other brothers, though, they would 
have made Children, as well. No way to know who did it first. 
What made them think of it? 
She had drifted into irrelevance again, he realized. 
I mean, when do you think, Hey, if I sucked his blood and 
then he sucked mine, what would happen? 
Its an instinct. He passed the thought to her, then brushed the 
rest of that line of questioning aside. He needed to concentrate. 
Is it there? Can you see it? 
If youd shut up a minute, maybe. 
She subsided, unoffended. Mentally, he caressed her, assured himself 
once again of her presence. Oddly, he suddenly felt the babies, 
small bundles of random emotion, some of which was fear, as Lorelei 
had told him. That more than anything else made him gather himself 
for another dive. 
The end of Ruhas presence in the Seniors life was tied to the 
beginning, like the snake that ate its own tail, and all the bits in the 
middle seemed to be strung randomly along that continuum. He found 
moments of William there, as well, as if the two relationships had become 
inextricably linked. 
So how was he to find what he needed? The language here was 
old, older even than the one hed used to communicate with Aanu, and 

that made it even more difficult to find his way. Panic rushed through 
him. Surely, he would lose himself here, in the net of language and 
memory, lost in grammar as thoroughly as he was lost in this alien 
Im still here. Get yourself together. 
The blast of English and irritation grounded him again. 
Just look harder, find what you need, and get out. I have to 
pee. 
And there it was. All at once, written in bright letters like fire 
across his interior vision. Then in words, whispered in the darkness of 
a tent or some small house that smelled of goat-leather. 
There were visions. I think all of us had them, all of the four 
brothers. Belial and Aanu have gone missing, but wherever they 
are, they must have felt this, too. 
Thats it! Lorelei broke in. 
I know. Just a minute. Let me get it all. 
She subsided apologetically, and he continued to pick his way carefully 
through the gaps of personality, language, and sheer time. 
I saw things. Heard words. Most of it made no sense, but 
somehow I knew it was important. It woke me out of sleep, then 
forced me into it again, over and over, night after night. 
He felt the Seniors concern, his curiosity. He felt male skin under 
his fingers, a soft caress to Ruhas arm. Ruhas face looked into his, 
pained. Craggy features, blue eyes, like Lucien. Like Aanu and Ialdaboth. 
Tell me. Was that the Senior, speaking to Ruha all those centuries 
before, or was it him, demanding what he needed from the memories 
inside his own skull? 
There is power in the light, but also in the dark. Either power 
may shatter the other. The light, however, is more willing to die. 
The light, then is the stronger. The power of light, layered and 
joined, melded in the willingness to lose itself, can conquer anything. 
There was more, but he knew the rest was irrelevant. Hed read 
the other bits before, in the reconstruction of the Book the Senior had 
worked on before he himself had taken over. That piece, though, those 
few lines, those he had never seen before. It fit into the puzzle started 
by Lucien. 
We have it. 
Lorelei spoke softly, the impatience mostly gone. Thats it. Were 
almost there. Weve nearly won. 

Not quite. There will be tears before its over. Slowly, he swam 
upward, through the ocean of alien memories, until he crossed the border 
into his own and he was, once again, himself. 
And Julian opened his eyes and looked at Lorelei, sitting next to 
him, and he saw in her face that she understood. 
He slept for a time, exhausted from his efforts. Some hours later, 
though, he woke abruptly to find Lorelei asleep next to him and Lucien 
bent over his bed. 
Wake up, Lucien murmured. 
Julian swung out of the bed and followed Lucien into the living 
room. What is it? he asked, then realized they werent alone. Aanu 
sat hunched in a chair, looking nearly as worn out as he had felt awhile 
ago, when hed come up from the depths of the Seniors memories. 
You found it, he stated flatly in the language Aanu understood. 
Aanu gave a single nod. As did you. 
Yes. 
Lets share, said Lucien dryly. 
Aanu shook his head slowly. The dreams. They were so broken 
You and I both had them, Lucien, you remember. 
I remember. 
Julian was tempted to tell him to get on with it, but he cautioned 
himself to patience and let Aanu work through the story. Like his own 
search for answers, it had to be a process. 
Aanu went on, haltingly. The Black Sea floodit was massive, 
deadly. Its no surprise they still write about it. Lucien and I were 
there. We tried to save some of the people, but it was too late. And the 
mud took us. Layers and layers of it, thick and black, and it killed us. 
And we dreamed. 
You dreamed the Book. 
Yes. And we wrote down what we could remember, what we 
could make sense of. The dreams were 
When he broke off, Lucien said, in English. Freaky. Weirdest 
thing Ive ever experienced. Then to Aanu, Strange. Disturbing. 
Yes, Aanu agreed. Some of it was lost simply in the writing of 
it. More was lost when the Dark Children destroyed what we had 
done. But I found the piece I was looking for. 
Julians impatience spiked again, but he kept his voice level. What 
is it? 
The power . . . Aanu trailed off, then gathered the words again. 

The power in the life. The power in the life can defeat any power 
forged in death. The one who takes his life without diminishing the lives 
of others may channel the life of those who drink life from the air. The 
giving of the life that cannot end can end the life that feeds from death. 
Lucien frowned. Julian nodded. It fits.
Does it? said Lucien.
It does. He recited what hed found in the depths of his inherited 
memories, and Lucien nodded. 
We have an answer, then. His voice was grim. 
We do, said Aanu. He stood, walked toward the door. I need 
to tell William. 

Five 
Its time, Jarod, Julian said gently, conscious that, in using the 
doctors name, he was breaking down yet another barrier. And about 
time, too, under the circumstances. He knew Jarod understood the 
gravity of the situation, and what would have to happen now, but he 
didnt know how the other man could face it. He didnt think he could. 
We need to draw him out. 
Jarod nodded. Weve been preparing. 
But are you prepared? Lucien put in. 
Jarod looked at the floor, studiously avoiding eye contact with 
anyone else in the room. No, Im not, he said quietly. But I think she 
is. 
Julian nodded. Then lets do it. 
He had left this part of the larger plan in Jarods hands, and he 
wasnt surprised at how efficiently the doctor had dealt with it. Still, the 
thoroughness of the preparations came as a bit of a shock. 
Uncomfortable with the possibility of confronting Ialdaboth in the 
hospital wing, Jarod had fortified a cave-like room several levels below 
the currently inhabited areas of the Underground. The magic was thick 
and dark down here, enough to make Julians scalp prickle, and the 
place smelled of damp rock and vampires. Now that hed broken some 
of the barriers, the Seniors memories were coming more easily to him, 
and he knew the place was one of the first the enclave had usedpart 
of the original habitation the Senior had dug out and fortified, with Ruhas 
help. 
Jarod had equipped the cave to contain Lilith when they re-opened 
her connection to Ialdaboth. A bed furnished with chains and cuffs, a 
tranquilizer gun leaning against the wall next to itJulian could hardly 
bear to look at it, understanding what it must have cost Jarod to make 
these arrangements, knowing he might have to use them against his 
lover. But Lilith, following Jarod into the low-ceilinged, somewhat claustrophobic 
space, smiled at him and kissed his cheek. 
Nice work, she told him. This should do it. 
How long has she been off the juice? Lucien asked. 

Liliths consumption of Jarods blood was, they had realized, the 
only thing keeping Ialdaboth from using the bond he established with 
his blood Children, of which Lilith was one. 
Jarod looked at his watch. Not quite an hour. It wont have 
worked out of her system yet. 
Lilith settled onto the bed, examining the manacles attached to the 
headboard. Better safe than sorry. She slanted a look at the doctor. 
Tie me up, baby. 
Do you two need to be alone? asked Lucien with a grin. 
Julian laughed a little, glad somebody could handle the situation 
with some humor. He certainly couldnt, not knowing what he was 
going to have to do to win this war. 
Not really, Lilith answered. Im kind of an exhibitionist at heart. 
But then she looked at Jarod, and a little shimmer of fear, meant for her 
lovers eyes only, appeared in her gaze. 
Julian looked away. He heard the manacles click as Jarod fastened 
them. When he looked back, Lilith was securely restrained, metal 
around her wrists and ankles, leather straps across her body. 
You okay? Jarod asked her. 
Im good. 
Anything else? Lucien said. Anything weve forgotten? 
No, thats it. Julian supplied the answer. Now we wait. 
He arranged for alternating shifts, so that at least one of the three 
strongest of themLucien, Aanu, or himselfwould be on hand at all 
times. He took the first watch, until daylight came and Lilith slipped 
into the Sleep. 
Lucien arrived just as she faded into complete unconsciousness. 
Do you think we need to watch during the day? Julian asked 
him. 
I think we need to take every precaution, Lucien answered and 
took his place in the chair next to the bed. When did Jarod leave? 
About an hour ago. Hell be back. Julian bent backwards, feeling 
his spine crack. Im going to see Lorelei. Call me if you need me. 
He used the time with Lorelei to resettle himself. He was edgy, 
agitated, to the point where his skin felt like it no longer belonged to 
him. A cigarette would have been heaven right then, he thought. Or 
sex. Too bad hed had to give up both of them. But stretching out next 
to Lorelei on the bed, spooning against her, helped. 
Lorelei had questions, though, which didnt help at all. Your power, 

then, allows you to channel their power? So you can kill Ialdaboth? 
That appears to be the case, yes. She deserved honest answers. 
He just didnt want to think about what he knew was coming. 
Will it kill them? 
And that, of course, was the biggest of the questions he didnt 
want to consider. 
I dont know. 
She nestled into him, seeming to understand his reticence, and 
took his hands, folded them together over her stomach. Over their 
children. 
Several hours later, feeling more at peace, Julian returned to Liliths 
cave. Lucien still sat watching. 
Aanus sitting next watch, Lucien said as Julian took a seat. 
Youre not due back for ages. 
Julian shrugged. I know. He looked at Lilith. She lay still and 
pale, her platinum hair spread over the pillow. The cuffs and straps 
held her securely to the bed. Julian couldnt help wondering if it was 
really necessary to confine her so securely, but he supposed they had 
to take every precaution, even if it seemed like overkill. Though he had 
a feeling that, when Ialdaboth finally showed himself, the straps and 
chains would be not an overreaction but, rather, inconsequential. 
Wheres Aanu now? he said after a moment. 
With William, I suppose. Lucien, too, studied Liliths inert form. 
Its not fair for him to have to face this, Julian said, the words 
bursting from his mouth; theyd been hammering in his head for the 
past three hours. It just isnt fair, dammit. Not so soon after waking 
up. 
Not fair for me, either, Lucien added flatly. I just found Vivian. 
He had thought of that, too. After centuries of separation had 
interrupted the beginnings of a love affair between Lucien and Vivian, 
theyd found each other again only a few months ago. 
I know, said Julian. 
We dont know for sure thats how itll go, though. Lucien tore 
his gaze away from Lilith and looked at him. You might be misreading 
it. I mean, I think you have the basics right, as far as channeling the 
power, concentrating it, using it as a weapon. But theres nothing there, 
not in any of those passages, to state exactly what happens to me or 
Aanuor even to you. 

True. And maybe he could hold on to that, Julian supposed, 
make it into a lifeline. If he could hope that he didnt have to actually 
. . . Shit, he couldnt even think the words. 
Hed better hope he could do the deed, though, or they were all 
dead. 
Its all right, you know. Luciens voice was soft, sincere. Twelve 
thousand years. Its enough. 
But Vivian 
I know. Thats the only thing. 
They were silent for a time. Outside, darkness had begun to fall. 
Julian could still sense it, even though it no longer forced him to sleep. 
But what about Julian began, then stopped. 
Because Lilith had opened her eyes and her mouth, and into the 
silence he had left behind, she said in a voice that sounded not at all like 
her own, Hes coming. 
Then she writhed, convulsed on the bed, her body twisting in 
spasms. Julian shot to his feet, headed for the door. Ill get Jarod. 
By the time Julian returned with Jarod, Lilith had stopped convulsing, 
but she lay stiff on the bed, open eyes staring blankly at the 
ceiling. 
What happened? Jarod asked Lucien. 
The seizures stopped. She didnt say anything else. 
Jarod bent over Liliths rigid body, examining her. Julian couldnt 
believe his calm. He was the consummate professional, even though 
the patient was his lover. But then he straightened, took off his glasses, 
and wiped them on his sweater with hands that were less than steady. 
She seems to be coming out of it. Jarods voice was even. I 
dont want to touch her, though, until she seems to be more lucid. 
Liliths stiffened posture had softened a little already, and, suddenly, 
she went limp, falling back onto the bed. Startled, Julian watched 
her closely. She rolled her head to one side, grinning at the doctor, her 
fangs protruding sharp and white. Whatever personality lay in those 
eyes, it wasnt Lilith. Not totally, not yet. 
Maybe a few more minutes, said Jarod, with only the faintest 
shiver in his voice. He turned to Julian, visibly gathering himself. You 
found the answers? You know what to do when he comes? 
Yes. He looked at Lucien. He felt as if he should say more . . . 
but what more was there? Goodbye? 
We can do this, said Lucien. We can kill Ialdaboth. 

Jarod gave a terse nod. And Im sure theres a little more to it 
than that, but I dont think I want to hear it. He looked at Lilith. She 
had closed her eyes again, and when she spoke, the voice was her 
own. 
Jarod. 
He went to her, sat on the bed. His hands, still trembling, traced 
over hers, tangling in her fingers. Its okay. Its okay. 
Julian exchanged a glance with Lucien, and, as one, they left the 
room. 
Julian returned to Lorelei, afraid down to his bones that it would 
be the last time he ever saw her. So, of course, the first thing she did 
was force him to face that very fear. 
How do you think this will go? she said. When he comes . . . 
when they call you . . . will you come back to me? 
I will. He said it firmly. 
If you can. Her voice shook, broke a little. 
He looked deep into the wide blue of her eyes, acknowledging the 
truth with his silence. After a moment he pulled him to her, held her, let 
his hands memorize all the shapes of her. 
You should go back, she told him after a time. 
Yes. He pulled her closer, nestling her into him. Her lips moved 
softly against his face as she tasted his skin. Then, gently, she pushed 
him away. 
Go. Ill be here when its over. 
He looked at her a moment longer, taking her in. Then, with a 
strangled sound he couldnt contain, he dragged her to him and kissed 
herhard, frantic. But when he let her go, he didnt linger for one last 
kiss or caress. Instead, he left her, and he went to stand guard with 
Lucien and Aanu. 
He was thinking of Lorelei-was there really anything else to 
think about?when it finally happened. They were all there by then 
Lucien and Jarod sitting near him, and Aanu sitting on the floor against 
the far wall with William beside him. Julian had told Jarod and William 
to leave, but they both refused. 
One instant, it was silent, even calm, all of them lost and quiet in 
their own thoughts. Then, on the bed where she had slept for nearly 
three hours unmoving, curled onto her left side, Lilith suddenly rolled 
onto her back. Her mouth opened first, then her eyes, blank and staring. 

Julian rose slowly from his chair. The air in the room tingled with 
power, dark and noxious. He knew that power, had felt it in his dreams, 
sticky and clinging, black and full of vile, unnamable things that crawled 
and chewed. He felt his own power rise to meet it, but he reined it in. 
It wasnt time. Not quite. 
And so Ialdaboth came, spilling out of Lilith, out of her mouth and 
eyes, black and broken, in bits like insects that swarmed through the air 
together in a mass. The bits built one upon the other, stacking and 
meshing, until a figure began to form. 
Out of the corner of his eye, Julian saw Lucien move toward his 
right side, until they stood shoulder-to-shoulder. Aanu joined them, clearly 
reluctant, glancing at William. Finally, he squared his shoulders, then 
came to stand at his left side. 
They were ready. Or so Julian hoped. He flexed his fingers, trying 
to understand the nuances of the power he felt swarming and eddying 
around him. 
Six feet in front of them, the black power coalesced. Ialdaboth 
had found his purchase on reality and was bringing all his parts together. 
Julian had never imagined such magic, though hed felt hints of it in his 
dreams. So this was what one could learn, he thought, if one was willing 
to feed on death. Not an un-useful skill, but not one he envied. He had 
his own power, and he felt it shiver along his skin, growing, readying 
itself, so dense it felt like a second skin. Before this was over, when 
hed done what he had to do, it would be even stronger. Strong enough 
to counter the black, shattered, insectile power uniting before him. 
The weaving together of pieces picked up speed, until, at last, 
Ialdaboths form appeared whole. They were of a height, the three 
half-brothers, with similarly craggy features and blue eyes. Julian looked 
from one to the other, seeing the similarities, the differences. Luciens 
and Aanus calm, placid faces seemed bland and useless next to the 
ferocity of Ialdaboth. But Julian knew what lay behind their outward 
tranquility, and he readied himself for it. 
Ialdaboth flung out his arms, flexing his newly re-formed body. 
Three against one, he said, his voice airy at first, then gaining strength 
as his throat knitted fully. You dont believe in fair odds, do you? 
Right now we pretty much believe in just kicking your ass, Julian 
said. He reached toward Lucien, toward Aanu, clasping their hands. 
And as he did, for the first time, he believed this could work. This could 
be the end of it, once and for all. 
Except, perhaps, not for all. 
But if he thought now about the likely cost of victory, he wouldnt 

be able to function. And Ialdaboth would win. 
Not an option. 
He tightened his grip on the large, warm hands he held in his own 
and felt the power move toward him. Down through the First Demons 
bodies, surging from their hearts, down their arms and out of their 
handsand into him. 
His vision blurred as it hit him. Gold from Lucien, silver from 
Aanu, the power came from the depths of them, the power that allowed 
them to feed from the life force of a human being. Soul-power, the 
source of it the primal energy of their own lives. 
He focused. Leveled his vision and his attention on Ialdaboth, at 
the same time he let his own power uncoil inside him and draw in the 
power Aanu and Lucien were feeding him. It was instinctive, all coming 
together without his conscious control, the three power masses joining, 
coiling into a single entity inside him. It was huge. It was alive, swirling 
and pulsing in his chest. 
It was too much. 
He couldnt hold it, certainly couldnt control it. But neither could 
he stop it. It worked itself deep into the middle of his body, beating 
there. It wanted to burst out of him, but it wasnt time. Not yet. It 
coiled inside, waiting. 
He drew himself straight, barely aware of his surroundings, a 
dimness in his vision making it hard to tell where he was. Or who he 
was. There was no self. No Julian. There was only power. Ready. 
Light and heat and purity. 
Ialdaboth struck. His power flew out of his eyes and his mouth in 
a black column, viscous and thick, spinning away from Ialdaboth. Julian 
watched it come, slamming straight toward him like a battering ram. It 
hit him hard in the chest. The impact jolted him, making his body shudder 
in uncontrollable spasms. But it didnt break him. 
Ialdaboth was giving his all. Vaguely, Julian realized the power 
inside him, the life force that had come from Lucien and Aanu, seemed 
to know instinctively what Ialdaboth could and would do, seemed able 
to judge their brothers power on a deeper level than he could have 
judged it. Ialdaboths life force, the miasma of evil he had allowed his 
soul to become, all of it flowed out of him in a last-ditch effort to 
conquer. But as it struck him, Julian felt the mass of power inside him 
rise, so huge, so primal, so bright and intense he could barely contain it, 
much less control it. 
Repelled. 
And then absorbed. 

Ialdaboths eyes widened in surprise as his black column began to 
disappear into his enemys body. 
Julian shuddered, his body wracked with something so far beyond 
pain that his nerves could only interpret it as ecstasy. This would be his 
death. It had to be. 
But he wasnt dying. And all of the evil First Demons twisted 
power was inside of him, there with his own power, born of his 
reconstituted blood; and Luciens, born of twelve thousand years of life 
and all he had learned in that time; and Aanus, born as was Luciens 
but given four thousand years to sleep. And as Ialdaboths power, black 
and sickened, touched the purity of the others, it cleared, joined with 
them. And was healed. Thus transformed and melded, the power soared 
inside him until it filled him so completely, he had no knowledge or 
awareness of anything else. 
He hung on with everything he had, clinging to his last shred of 
self-awareness. Only in that did he have any control over the raw 
force that he had become. 
Suddenly, he felt Aanu, then Lucien, drop to their knees on either 
side of him, as the greedy demands of his own power wrung them dry. 
Aanus hand slid from his, then Luciens. They both gasped as they hit 
the floor. 
He had killed them. Hed known it would happen, as had they. 
They had given him everything they had, because they knew he would 
have to use it; and he had taken it, because he had known there was no 
other way. He had simply bled them to death. And now . . . now he 
would do the same to himself. 
He raised his hands, turned his palms toward Ialdaboth. 
You made a very big mistake, he said. His voice echoed in his 
own head, the words seeming to come from everywhere at once. If 
you had read the Book, instead of destroying it, you would have seen 
this coming. 
He curled his fingers and turned his palms toward the ceiling, and 
the last smoky black tendrils of Ialdaboths soul came to him as if 
summoned, snagged on his fingers, roped up his arms, moved downward 
to join the already incomprehensible force boiling in his chest. 
He harvested, gathered, and spun as Ialdaboth writhed, helpless. 
And the part that was still him thought, This isnt possible. One creature 
couldnt hold and control this much energy. But the part that was no 
longer him knew differently, knew that whatever he had become, he 
could do this. It terrified him, but at the same time he exulted in it. The 
power moving inside him brought ecstasy more intense than anything 

he had ever experienced. 
Suddenly Ialdaboth jerked backward as the last wispy thread tore 
loose and snapped across the room to its new owner. He was empty 
and broken, powerless. He caught himself, straightened, and stared at 
his nemesis through blank eyes. For the first time in his twelve thousand 
years, the first-born of the First Demons was only a man. 
Youre aware this is over now, Julian said, and this time his 
voice felt more like his own. You may speak if you like. Ill give you 
the time. He pressed his hands to his chest, waiting 
Ialdaboths face went lax, and there was fear in his eyes. You 
want me to beg for forgiveness? Or for my life? 
I dont care what you do, Julian said. I just thought it would be 
the right thing to do, to give you time to speak. 
Ialdaboth spat. Fuck you. 
All right, then, said Julian, and lifted his hands away from his 
chest, and let the power go. 
It burst out of him, a huge, violent wall of shining, brilliant light. 
Now Im dead, he thought. A body cant explode and still live. 
But he could hear his heart beating, and the hand that grabbed the 
chair behind him for support was his own. And it was through his own 
eyes that he watched the monstrous, dazzling mountain of energy hed 
unleashed slam into Ialdaboth. It crashed into his face and chest, covering 
him in a shimmer of gold-white light. It encased him, head to foot, and 
he convulsed helplessly within it. His skin turned gold, then shattered, 
until his skeleton hung suspended in the aura of light. Finally that 
shuddered, as well, broke into a man-shaped form of glittering dust, 
and the luminous mountain of power contracted, gathering the shimmery 
remains into itself. 
Then it turned. Julian stood rooted as it rushed toward him. He 
heard himself howl when it hit him, and he staggered as it flooded back 
into him. But it felt smaller now, no larger than his own soul, and he 
was able to accept it with a deep, gasping breath and a single convulsion 
of something that was not quite pain. He regained his balance, 
swallowed, breathed. 
He was alive. More than alive. He was himself again. 
Quickly, he dropped to his knees beside Lucien and Aanu. Had he 
left them anything? Anything at all? He only needed half a heartbeat. 
Gently, he touched Luciens chest. He had known him longer, 
was more familiar with the patterns and rhythms of his energies. He 
felt nothing. But had he drained Lucien, or was he himself too drained 
to be of any use? He couldnt tell. Channeling that massive power had 

taken more from him than hed ever dreamed he could give. It would 
regeneratesomehow he knew thatbut he didnt know how long it 
would take. And he needed something now. Otherwise neither Lucien 
nor Aanu would ever breathe again. 
He pressed his hand harder into Luciens chest, seeking a 
heartbeat. But also seeking something else, something he wasnt 
completely sure of. A new instinct had taken over. It made him lean 
closer, until finally his face lay against his hand, then he moved his hand 
away, pressing his ear against the place where Luciens heartbeat should 
have been. He laid his palms flat on Luciens chest, closed his eyes. 
There. Faint, almost beyond his ability to sense it. A spark of 
something. 
He reached for it, wrapped his own energies around it. 
He had no idea how or why this worked, but he knew it did. And 
he knew it was his power, unlike any power any creature on earth had 
ever wielded. Later, when he could afford the time, hed let himself 
marvel at it. Maybe even be humbled by it. Right now, he could only 
rejoice in his ability to sense that spark of life left inside this man, his 
friend, whom hed been so certain hed lost. 
That spark, that tiny ember of near-life, seemed to grow even as 
he touched it. It sought him, reached for him, and he let his power 
enfold it. 
Nestled in that light, the spark grew. He nurtured it as best he 
couldhe hadnt quite gotten the feel for this new energy of his yet, all 
its permutations and possibilities. He could only ride with it, let it carry 
him where it needed to go. Until, finally, he felt something stir under his 
ear, heard the vague and trembling beginnings of a heartbeat. 
And suddenly he knew. Understood what had happened, what 
had changed. Lucien was alive, but he had been changed. He had 
power that could restore Luciens life, but not his immortality. There 
just hadnt been enough of him left. 
Julian forced away the surge of regret that threatened his 
concentration. He nursed the growing spark of life carefully for a few 
more moments, until he was certain it would not go out if he left it. 
Then he shifted his attention to Aanu. 
Again, the tiny flame, the barely distinguishable spark. It was 
enough to find, to nurture, to feed from and carefully augment, layer by 
glittering layer, until Aanu, too, breathed again. 
The effort should have drained him, but it didnt. Instead, he 
realized as he leaned away from Aanu, he felt stronger, more focused. 
Full of light and power, as if nothing had been taken from him, but only 

absorbed. 
Drawing a deep breath, he sat back and scanned the room to 
see Lilith, Jarod, and William all huddled on Liliths bed, all looking 
at him, expectant. 
Are they . . . Jarod ventured. 
Theyre alive, Julian answered. He touched Luciens chest 
again, assessing the life force pulsing there. It was more than just 
the heartbeatit was everything that made Lucien alive. It had 
grown, strengthened, even since he had finished his careful tending. 
Theyre alive, he said again, reminding himself. Now that he could 
think again, all he could summon was sadness. Why would they 
have to pay such a price, when he had paid nothing? Indeed, had 
become stronger because of their sacrifice? It wasnt right. 
They could chose to be Turned, to become vampiresbut Julian 
didnt think either of them would. But even if they did choose that 
path, they would never again be what they had been. That power, 
that near-limitless indestructibility, was gone forever. The First 
Demons were gone. 
Hes gone, said Lilith suddenly. Ialdaboth. Hes gone. Hes 
dead. She smiled, laughed, then abruptly began to cry. Hes not in 
my head anymore. Hes dead. Really, truly dead. 
Jarod put his arm around her. 
Lucien moved a little on the floor, and Julian leaned toward 
him. Slowly, Lucien opened his eyes. 
Hey, he said, and smiled a little. Im alive. He sat up, and 
Julian moved to help him. Lucien lifted his hands and looked at 
them. Im alive. Thats so cool. 
And, finally, Julian felt a wash of peace, of accomplishment, 
come over him. It was over. 
* * * 
It seemed too mundane to Julian, meeting in their usual 
configuration in his office only hours after he had torn the souls out 
of the last two First Demons. But that was what they did, because 
it was what they had always done. It was familiar. 
Aanu sat with his head bent, his hand against his chest. My 
heart beats differently, he said, his tone more than a little perplexed. 
He looked up at Lucien. Does yours? 
Lucien put his hand against his chest. Yes. Faster. A little 
louder, I think. He shook his head a little, smiled. Its interesting, 
dont you think? 

Were going to die, said Aanu. Were actually going to die. 
Lucien shrugged. Well, not this afternoon. 
Aanu grinned. No, I suspect not. 
Jarod took off his glasses and wiped the lenses on his shirttail. 
What about you, Julian? Have there been any changes? 
He had examined both Aanu and Lucien, pronouncing them 
both fit and healthy, but quite mortal. Julian wasnt certain how the 
doctor had made that determinationsomething in their blood, 
perhapsbut it had only been confirmation of what all three of 
them already knew. 
I feel stronger, he said reluctantly. Lorelei laid a hand on his 
shoulder, but he found no comfort in her touch. It shouldnt be this 
way, he said. I should have lost something, too. 
Its your power, said Lucien gently. Thats what it says in 
the Book, though not very clearly or explicitly. Your gift is to give 
life back. 
But whenand to whom? That was the hardest part, he 
thought. A gift it was, a profoundly powerful gift, but who the hell 
was he to decide who was worthy of it? Though he had yet to 
explore the limits and depths of the power, he might conceivably be 
able to raise the dead, make vampires mortal, make mortals immortal. 
Just who was he to be given that kind of strengthor responsibility? 
You start with the vampires, Lucien said. The power came 
to a vampire. Therefore, its meant for the vampire community. 
Others can follow your lead, become something other than 
bloodsuckers. We live on lifeall of us dobut your way doesnt 
demand death. There are options now, different paths we can take. 
Mortality for the Children, courtesy of the good doctor, here. Possibly 
mortality even for the adults, by using some aspect of your powers. 
He shook his head. Everythings going to change. I hope Im here 
to see at least some of it. 
Im sorry, said Julian. 
Dont be. Lucien shook his head again, his expression a mix 
of wonder and bewilderment. Everythings going to change. Even 
the Dark Children will have a chance to be saved. And I get to stay 
with Vivian for a while. It really couldnt get much better than that. 
Julian looked at Aanu, who had sat quietly through the 
exchange. Julian had no idea how much of the conversation Luciens 
brother had been able to understand. In Sumerian, he said, What 
about you? Are you all right? 
Yes. Aanu pressed his hand more firmly against his chest. 

Its a different sound but a lovely one. And I, too, may live the rest 
of my life in happiness. 
Old age, said Lucien, then lapsed into English. I dont care 
what Vivian says. I think its gonna be cool. 

Epilogue 
Five Months Later 
Loreleis hand clenched hard on Julians, until he thought his 
fingers would snap. His other hand pressed against the huge, round 
mound of her belly as she strained with the burden her body carried. 
Okay, stop at the end of this contraction. Jarods voice was 
steady. 
He sounded almost as if hed specialized in the delivery of 
babies, Julian thought, rather than in the study of blood. Theyd 
discussed the idea of having Lorelei deliver in a hospital, with a 
regular obstetrician, but she had balked, afraid they might see 
something untoward about the babies and try to take them away. 
Im not stopping, Lorelei snarled between clenched teeth. I 
want these things out of me. 
Just wait for the next contraction, said the doctor gently. I 
want to be sure the babies are situated right. 
As he checked the position of the first babys head, Julian 
watched, caught up in the wonder of seeing even this small portion 
of his child. Loreleis belly tensed again, and Jarod pressed his fingers 
against the babys crown. 
Go ahead. Push. Ill keep it from going too fast. 
The baby had other ideas, though, and in spite of the doctors 
guiding hand, it slithered out after two more gargantuan efforts from 
its mother. His mother, Julian noted as the doctor passed the slimy, 
blood-streaked form into his hands. 
Now, wait just a minute for me, Lorelei. Breathe through the 
next contraction. The doctor quickly clipped the first babys 
umbilical cord and clamped it off. Get him on a towel over there, 
Julian. Wrap him up and dry him off a little. Well give him to Lorelei 
as soon as shes done. 
Loreleis silence worried Julian. She should have been swearing 
profusely by now. He hoped she was just tired. He wrapped the baby in a 
soft towel and held him where she could see him, while Jarod coached her 
through the second delivery. She looked all rightin fact, she was swearing 
quite eloquently with her eyes. 

Its a girl! the doctor announced finally. He handed the second 
baby to Lorelei, who, Julian noticed with some surprise, was crying. 
Shes beautiful, she said. Dont just stand there, Julian. Get 
her a blanket. 
He did. When he came back to wrap the baby, Lorelei already 
had her at her breast, and the little girl was suckling happily. 
Give me the other one, said Lorelei. Two boobs, two ba-
biesit comes out even. 
It took her a matter of moments to settle them both into position, 
one at each breast, both content and drifting off to sleep. Julian 
settled onto the edge of the bed and touched his daughters head, 
then his sons. Eight hundred years of life, and hed never before 
seen such a miracle. 
Do you have names? the doctor asked. 
Michaela, said Lorelei. Michaela, my little girl, and Gabriel 
my sweet little boy. 
Angel names, said Julian. We thought it made a nice change 
from all the demon ones. 
Good call. Jarod rubbed at his eyes. 
Some tears there, too, Julian believed. So . . . he ventured. 
Did you notice anything unusual? 
Jarod shook his head. Just babies, Julian. Just gorgeous, healthy 
babies. 
Lorelei peered closely into Michaelas eyes. Lucien said they 
werent human. 
Does it matter? Julian asked, tracing a finger over Gabriels 
shoulder. 
Lorelei gave him with a watery smile. No, she said. We got 
exactly what we wanted. 
Smiling in return, Julian kissed her forehead. Yes, I think we 
did. 

