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Vampire's and Mage's and Blood Bond's oh my.
DARK LOVE 2
The Further Erotic Adventures of the Undead
RENEGADE'S REVENGE
Prologue
It was there, again, over and over, the same thing. It teased him, tormented him. It haunted his sleep and distracted him in his waking hours. This infernal call a summons over and over again.
He ached to answer it. To reach out and respond to the caller, but it had been too many years. Too much had happened since last he spoke to one of his Kind. Even if he 'could' answer them, would they welcome him, allow one such as he into, their, midst? How he wanted to know the truth, needed to know it.
But even as he began to reach out for it, to begin some attempt at answering the one who set forth the call, it was gone. One moment it was so painfully sweet, the next silence, cold silence. And he could do nothing more than rage and rant in his unconscious state, to weak, to afraid to do anything about it.
It is a lie that says vampires don't dream, that in the day light hours they feel and know nothing. For they are as aware of the world around them, even in their sleep, as most mortals are fully awake. It is just that they simply can't do anything about it. Their bodies in a half limbo state of part sleep part waking and part dreaming. So though he lay there, wanting, needing to rage, to scream, to do anything to express his pain, he could do little more than sob quietly, tears the color of blood as he shredded the sheets, the only tribute to the pain that was tearing him apart. * Help me . * His soul cried out into the darkness. * Don't leave again help me I don't know how to answer you . * Perhaps it was his hopes, or maybe his madness, which made him feel that someone heard him then, that the cry ripped from his pain and fired by his loneliness reached someone, and for one brief moment, just a whisper in time, he felt a response.
Someone had heard him, someone knew he was looking, and that someone would find him. And than everything would return to the way it once was, before his Master, died, over two hundred, years ago.
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