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    “But you are a tad bit bossy and pushy and you really need to work on loosing up.” He nodded his head. “I mean you started off ok, but then bam it was all fate and soul mates and no choices. Can you see where a girl would get a little freaked out?” Again he just nodded, but she could see him watching her closely. “I mean you have definite potential. I thin k with a little tutoring you would be just fine. Maybe not for me, but you know… for someone.”
    Deacon walked slowly over to her and lifting his hand he brushed the back of his fingers softly over her cheek. She ignored the electric tingle that scattered across her cheek at the brief contact. “For me there can be no one else Haven. I wish joy and happiness in your life. Please know that you can call to me should you ever have need of anything.” He smiled sadly, breaking her heart, then he walked away disappearing into the tree line…
    A month later Haven gagged as she threw up her fifty-third dinner in a row. What was wrong with her? She hadn’t been able hold down more than a mouthful at a time ever since Deacon left. She had tried everything changing from human to vamp from male to female. She even tried animal blood, but nothing would stay down. She was starving to death. Every day she grew weaker her already thin body was starting to look downright skeletal. She would be the envy of the catwalk if she were a model. Her last dinner was a homeless man that had passed out on the sidewalk. Haven was so thankful to find him she didn’t even mind the rank odor coming from his unwashed body. At least she wouldn’t spend precious energy subduing and entrancing him.  But it didn’t matter, because after a few deep swallows her body rejected it and she was back to square one. As she lay on the deserted street she stared up at the stars that were barely visible past the tall buildings.
    She had wa nted to do things with her life go places meet people, make a difference in the world. Now she wouldn’t be able to do any of those things! She was going to die alone in the street and no one would even care. Turning her head she looked at the homeless man still passed out a few feet away from her. Ok, so she wouldn’t exactly die alone, but close enough. Too weak to even crawl off the street she just laid there, tears of regret and remorse sliding down her pale cheeks. She could feel the last ember of life start to leave her body and with her final breath she spoke one word… “Deacon.”

 
    ~Chapter Three ~
     
    Haven stretched as she woke up. The smooth feel of silk sheets surrounded her body and felt blissfully cool against her skin. She didn’t want to open her eyes and have this wonderful dream end. Her body felt strong again, no ravaging hunger pains that had her tummy twisted up for weeks, no all consuming need to sink her fangs into anything and everything. She felt at peace. Then she wondered why she felt at peace? Suddenly she remembered feeding on the homeless man and not being able to keep his blood down, she remembered dying on the street next to him! She was dead! Oh crap-crap-crap! That’s why she felt so good. Now she kept her eyes closed for a different reason, she was scared of what she would see when she opened them. She tried listening to her surroundings, but all she could hear was someone breathing close to her. Peeking her right eye open the tiniest crack she looked to see who was there with her.
    It was Deacon. He was asleep in a chair next to her and he loo ked liked death warmed over. Pale and gaunt he was riddled with bite marks and scratches all over his neck, chest and arms. He looked like he had gotten into a fight with large alley cat and had lost… badly. What was he doing here? Where was here anyway? She looked around the room and was surprised to see it was actually a large cave with stalactites and everything. The stalactites that hung from the ceiling were covered in tiny crystals that shimmered and sparkled