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They partied all night long; ran through the crowds on the
boardwalk, on foot and on wheels, causing them to part like the Red Sea.� At the far end of the boards, the four bikes
circled up, chasing each other in a warped version of Tag.� Laughing, Cora snuggled to Dwayne�s back,
leaning into the turns.� She propped her
chin on his shoulder so she could see.�

The crowd had thinned at this end, giving way to �townie�
shops.� One of those shops was Max�s
Videos.� David led them here.� Like showing off a prized pony, David
presented her to Max, though the glass.�
Anyone inside the store would just think Max was irritated with them,
with the trouble that followed them.� It
was more than that, much more.� They had
a woman.� They had a woman and didn�t
bother to inform him, let alone ask permission.� All five of them knew what was going on in Max�s head, they just
didn�t know about David.� The trap was
set and bated.� He only waited someone
foolish enough to take the bait.��

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When the sun rose, Cora and Dwayne were lucky they made it
as far as their bed.� Exhausted from the
day before and the crazy night that followed, they barely had enough energy
between them to take off their clothes.�
Sinking under the covers, they dropped off into sleep, him curled up
against the back of her body.

Cora opened her eyes and was greeted by the night sky
filled with twinkling stars.� She was
lying in a field of tall grass.� She
stood up, and saw Dwayne.� Only, he
looked� different somehow.� He was dressed
in skins and furs, beads in his hair.�
Yet not quite like anything she knew of American Indian dress.� It was more� raw, more primitive.� She approached, drinking in the sight of
him.

�This is me� the last night I was human.�� Dwayne took her hand.

�When was it?�

�Mid fourteenth century, give or take a few years.�� She choked and cleared her throat.

�Mid fourteenth� as in the 1300�s?�� He smiled gently at her wide eyes.

�Yeah, one in the same.�
Far past what even David knows��
Cora let that sink in.� He was
trusting her with his life, his past.�
More than he trusted his brother.�
�The next question you�d ask would be, �How was there a half-breed in
the Americas, in the 1300�s?�� She
nodded, too stunned to speak.� �In
1307�� he began, �Friday, October 13^th to be exact, the French king
and the Pope entered into a pact to wipe out the Templars.�� He looked at her to see if she
understood.� She did.� �The Knights that weren�t rounded up, tried
and executed as heretics, fled.� Most
went to Scotland.� There, they could
live in relative peace.� But a few fled
elsewhere� to the west.� They landed on
the shores of what is now Nova Scotia.�
By 1320, or there abouts, the group of four Knights had wandered,
traded, bartered their services until they reached just south of Lake
Ontario.� Not quite sure how they
managed to communicate, but apparently they did.� So, they settled there, in Iroquois territory.� Got on well with the local tribe.� In a raid by a neighboring tribe, the
Knights proved themselves worthy in battle, the four of them fighting off the
entire war party.� The tribe leader
offered his daughter in payment.� Being
the �Knights� they were� chivalry and all that shit�rather than take the woman
with them, they offered to stay.� The
Knights would protect the tribe while they were sleeping, and the tribe
would provide shelter for them during the day.�
Both sides made out in the end.�
But, the Knight held on to the leader�s daughter, and the others took
wives among the tribe.�

�Oookaay, so how did you become a vampire?�� They walked hand-in-hand to the edge of
the forest.

�I was 22 years old.�
My� my wife and son died during child-birth.� Mother had passed the year before.� She was the last remaining wife of the Knights.� Father and I had no one left, save the three
other Knights and their children.� So
there we were, four Knights Templar, and four twenty-something young men and
three twenty-something young women.� Out
of the children, I was the only one to take an Iroquois wife.� The other six had paired off. �Once my wife dies, there was no ties left to
the tribe.� They were getting weary of
us anyway, since the women died from old age while the men, the Knights didn�t
age one day.� Apparently, that was one
of the secrets they found in the Holy Lands.�
Immortality.� But they weren�t
quite vampires.�� He sat down against a
tree, pulling her into his lap.� She sat
across him, resting her head on his chest.�
�They gave the seven of us children their gifts.� The Knights were sort of �proto-vampires,�
and we were the First Generation.�

�You�re one of the First?� So�,� her mind was firing questions and her mouth couldn�t keep
up.� �What does that mean?� I mean, I know what it means, but�
does that make you different, stronger, more resilient or susceptible to
things?� Like sunlight� And if you�re a
First Gen, and you alone turned me, what does that make me?�

�It makes you a Second Gen.� You�re more like me than any of them.� You can access both sides of your animal.� You have almost as much power as I do, maybe
even more because of how strong of a human you were.� The speed at which you turned is a testament to your
strength.� To turn someone by blood
exchange, it can take up to ten days and nights, average being about six.� Your turn was complete in one day��

�Both sides of my animal?�� She interrupted him.

�Yes.� Vampires,
all vampires, have two sides� the ability to �vamp out,� as you put it, in two
separate and distinct ways.�� He blew
out a breath as he saw her face scrunched up in confusion.� �With vampires, everything is
amplified.� Sight, hearing, smell, all
of it is taken to another level.� That
means emotions, too.� �Vamping out� is
and expression of the extremes of those emotions.� The way David and the pack change is based on rage, hate, and
killing.� The face becomes more
animalistic, more predatory.� The fangs
are longer, shaped like an ice pick, geared for ripping and shredding, eyes
yellow like a wolf.� But the other way,
the way you change is based on love and creating.�� He kissed the top of her head.� �Your face doesn�t change.� Your fangs are shorter, sharper, shaped more
like a chisel.� They�re made for
precision, keeping the blood flowing.�
They�re made for mating.�� She
looked up at him.

�You said all vampires have both sides?�

�Well, yes and no.�
All vampires have the capacity to access both sides of their
nature, and if they do, one side usually dominates.� The way a vampire�s turned predetermines which side is
dominant.� If a vampire is turned by the
first kill, then that�s the way they�ll tend to stay... more feral, more
base.� Like using low gear in a Hummer
to get through the mud.� The opposite is
also true.� If they�re turned by
multiple blood exchanges�� He looked
into her eyes.� �� then they�re turned
in love.� Like putting it into high gear,
opening the throttle of an Astin Martin on a closed track.� But most vampires don�t know about both
sides, and couldn�t access both even if they tried.�� The farther you are from the source, the harder it is.� And there isn�t much pure blood out there.�

�Does that mean you have both?�

�Yes.�� I was�
that�s the thing with being a First� I was turned by blood exchange, so I�m
based in the �good� side� although neither is good or bad, just that they�re
based on �good� and �bad� feelings�But I did kill.� And on my first kill, my fangs lengthened, face more rigid, sight
more focused.�

�You�re based in �good�?� But I�ve only ever seen you in
low gear.�

�Ah, but I didn�t rip your throat apart last night, did
I?� You haven�t seen it yet because I
denied it for two hundred and fifty years.�
High gear�s a little rusty.� And
before you ask, you did it.� You called
out to it, the higher side that I closed away.�
And it answered� it answered with a vengeance.�� He chuckled down at her.� She smiled, and then got serious.

�Why?� Why did you
deny it?�� He took a breath, choosing
his words carefully.

�I stayed with my father and the others until 1749.� I was never one to follow.� I was never really part of the group.� And I was comfortable with it.� I liked being by myself.� Took lots of pre-dawn walks.� One morning in May, I came back from my walk
to find our home engulfed in flames.� It
was gutted.� And they were all inside
when it happened� but the sun was rising.�
I needed to find shelter, and fast.�
That�s when I met her��
Her name was Margaret.� I stole
into a neighboring house.� I thought I
could get to the cellar.� But she was
awake.� And it was her window I crawled
through.� I won�t bore with all the
details, but suffice it to say that after a while, she begged me to turn
her.� She knew what I was when I broke
into her house that night.� I had
nowhere to go, no one to turn to.� So I
did, I turned her.� Well, I tried.� I was planning on going through a blood
exchange, but after her first go with my blood, she fell unconscious.� Knocked out cold.� I should have realized it before, but I was grieving,
lonely.� She slept through the night,
and I had to leave her with the sun rise.�
While I slept, she woke up.�
Remember I told you last night about the strength of your blood?� Hers wasn�t.� While I slept, she� she couldn�t handle it.� She went crazy, driven mad by my blood.� Went on a killing spree.� By the time I woke, she was gone, leaving a
trail of bodies.� I tracked her for two
years.� Finally, I was able to set a
trap I knew she couldn�t resist.� When
she took the bait, I jumped on her, ripping her throat, draining her dry.�� He swallowed.� �To make sure she never hurt anyone again� I cut off her head and
left her body for the sun.� I met David
shortly thereafter.�

�Oh�� She looked up at him, tears swimming in her
eyes.� �And you blamed yourself.�� He nodded.�
�Then you vowed to never let it happen again��

�Yeah�� His voice
broke.� �She took me in and I� I killed
her.�

�Oh� it was her choice.�
She chose to become a vampire.�

�Yes, but I let her.�
I tried to turn her and I knew her blood wasn�t strong enough��

�It�s not your fault, Dwayne.� Dwayne, look at me.�� She
took his face in her hands.� �It�s not
your fault.� You did what you had to
do.� You can�t blame yourself for what
she did.� You couldn�t have known how
badly she�d react.� You can�t blame
yourself for not wanting to be alone anymore��
She kissed him full on the mouth, their tears slipping between their
lips.� She felt a prodding at her
back.� He took the kiss down to her
neck.� She threw her head back and
closed her eyes.� When she opened them�

She was back in their room, in their bed.� He was behind her, his erection between the
cheeks of her ass, rubbing her lower back.�
He was licking and nipping at the Band on her neck.� She gasped at the pleasure that coursed
through her veins.� His hand slid over
her hip and down the inside of her thigh.�
Grabbing her leg, he pulled it up and back, draping it back over his
thighs, opening her to him.� His hand
slid back up the inside of her thigh and into her hot and wet sex.� She whimpered and rode his hand as he
stroked her.�

He pulled his hand away just long enough to position
himself, and plunged into her from behind.�
While he thrust inside her, his hand reached for her clit.� Flicking the tip of his finger over the
swollen nub pushed her over the edge.�
She grabbed his hand and ground hard into it.� Yellow bled into his eyes, fangs dropping.� Her orgasm crested, and she bit into his
other wrist, through the darker, more distinct Band.� His body jerked, muscles tight and straining, trying to pace
himself.� His fingers bit into her
hip.� She moaned against his wrist.� The yellow in his eyes receded as a
brilliant blue claimed them.� His fangs
shifted.� As he felt himself go over the
edge, her bit into the Band on her neck, also darker and more distinct.� She screamed against him as she came again.

They both lay panting as the ecstasy ebbed and they licked
the wounds closed.� She twined her
fingers with his, bringing his hand to rest under her breasts.

�Thank you.�� He
nuzzled her neck.� His fangs receded.

�Mmmm� welcome.�� He
growled into the sensitive spot behind her ear.

�Not for that� well, yeah, that too.� But that�s not what I meant.�

�What did you mean then?��
His voice was still almost a growl.��

�For telling me.� For
trusting me�� For loving me.� He brought her head around to kiss her,
but stopped when he looked at her eyes, staring.� They were filled with a brilliant cobalt blue.� By the look on her face, he guessed his eyes
matched hers.� He kissed her hard and
she rolled her body to face him.� He
took her two more times before they both fell into an exhausted, but sated
sleep.

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