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“Deidre?” he gasped, his reflexes going lax when he saw her. But as soon as he took a step forward, the Reaper froze him with a flick of his hand.
“Not so fast, young vampire,” he chuckled, gliding towards the helpless man. “Remember what I said? If you came to look for her, I would harm her. Now, shouldn’t you have thought about that before you did?” he asked, his voice low and slippery as he circled Black and lay his hand on his shoulder, a chill spreading through his body as soon as contact was made.
“Paul?” she whispered, her eyes wide with terror as she watched the two of them.
“I won't let you harm her,” snarled Black, his blue eyes aglow and the sharp white fangs already extended.
The Reaper chuckled and leaned close to his ear, his breath icy on his neck. “Would you now? Are you sure of that?” He glanced up over Black’s shoulder at the terrified woman standing there, a wicked smile splitting his face and revealing a mouthful of sharpened teeth. His canines were much longer than Paul’s and the other teeth were animalistic, not at all like human ones. “What about that child?”
As soon as he said that, Black stiffened as he realized what the Reaper was saying. “You wouldn’t dare,” he whispered, but even as the words left his mouth he knew them to be lies.
“Do you really think that I wouldn’t like a child of my own?” he snickered, caressing the silky hair at Black’s nape, knowing that it irritated the young vampire. “Surely I wouldn’t let you have all the pleasure of that. Any vampire would kill for your power; I just happen to…be a bit more subtle and have more patience,” he said, grinning wickedly and walking over to Deidre.
“But I’ll cut you some slack, Black,” he continued, kneeling beside the frightened woman. “I’ll let you have the child in your life…but the lady…” he whispered hoarsely, drawing a hand across her throat. “The lady I’ll keep.”
Black gritted his teeth, those long fangs cutting his lip and the taste of blood filled his mouth, and suddenly he hated what he had become, hated everything that had happened because of what he had done. The worst part was, he was never going to be set free of the binds, never going to feel the comfort of death. No, to him, all he had was eternal life and suffering, watching people he knew die around him, forced to move around all the time and not stay long in one location because he never aged. Never had there been a curse equal to the one he carried; to
think that he once wanted this more than anything, that he treasured it!
The Reaper was smiling. “Lovely thoughts, Black; exactly what I had in mind and then some!” he laughed, stroking Deidre’s long black hair. He slowly looked up to meet Black’s tortured blue gaze and winked. “Black will be the color of their hair for the next one thousand years, and you will always know who they are, but they, my friend, will have not the faintest idea about who you are; after that, we’ll see,” he said with a cold laugh. “If they still have natural hair a thousand years from now, I might extend that period. And don’t try time-travelling—I’m making this based on virtual time, not recorded time Nice having seen you, Black,” he said cordially and flicked his hand.
Black coughed and opened his eyes to find himself on a stone floor no warmer than the one he had just been in and his companions gathered around him, looking down from their huge heights. Sighing, Marcus shook his head and walked away, saying over his shoulder, “Now you’ve done it, Black. Welcome to the personal h*** only he can create. At least now you’ll know what I feel like every single day.”
The young vampire looked around at the others but they all wore similarly sick and distressed expressions on their faces. “He has a point, you know,” argued Luc. “You had it coming, fighting him like that. And believe Marc when he says what it’s like; he knows first-hand.”
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