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dawn approaches. You need rest. If you would accept my hospitality, I have rooms I believe would suit you. They have few windows, and are heavily draped. Old buildings such as this tend to be drafty.”
    Adrian looked around him. “’T’would be an unaccustomed luxury, I’ll confess, and one I would enjoy.” He stood and bowed correctly to Sidney. “My thanks, Sir Sidney. I will accept your offer. For this day at least.”
    “Good, my boy, good. Let’s go and see if the rooms suit. I expect they’re a bit dusty…”
    Sidney Chesswell led his new vampire guest through the silent corridors of St. Chesswell and saw him settled in one of the empty suites. They had fallen into disuse because they were so dark, but in this instance Sidney was glad of it. “Sleep well, lad. We will talk more when you are rested.”
    “Thank you.” The words were spoken awkwardly, as if they had been unsaid by those lips for many years.
    “Think nothing of it.” Sidney left the room and closed the door, reminding himself to let the servants know not to disturb Adrian.
    Then he sought his own suite of rooms. He had much to consider.
    A plan was forming in his mind--and his heart. A wild and risky plan, yet one that would bring a little pleasure back into what remained of his life. There were details to be resolved, issues to discuss and a lot of talking to be done.
    He stared at his bed and accepted that he was exhausted. Yet there was an exhilaration running through his veins in unaccustomed glee. He had a task, a challenge before him, the likes of which he’d not imagined in his wildest dreams.
    Sidney turned his back on his inviting bed and quit the room. He was seeking his sanctuary, the study that overlooked the ocean.
    It was there that he kept his most precious possessions--his books. And it was there that he found the one he was looking for…a fifteenth century grimoire written in almost undecipherable Latin.
    It dealt with the creatures known as Mortuus Victus .
    The Dead Who Live .
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    Her hair dazzled him, shards of flaming heat that pierced his eyes. He watched her helplessly, unable to look away.
    As he had done for close to ten years now, Adrian tossed in his sleep, moaning a little as images of Thérèse plagued him. A vision that was as fresh and as distinct in his mind on this day as it had been the day after she had “turned” him to the darkness.
    A part of his mind knew what this vivid nightmare meant--he would need to feed soon. She always appeared to him more strongly around the time his body began to crave fresh sustenance.
    He wished he knew more about the whole process. About how he had been made and how he could be un -made or at least die. All these questions danced in the back of his mind, but in his somnolent state she danced in the front of his mind, obliterating most everything else in the way of coherent thought.
    She moved before him as she always did--naked and sensual, an invitation that could not be ignored or declined. There was no music and yet he could hear a melody in the movement of her limbs as they sinuously wrapped around her own body, stroking, caressing--gliding over skin he knew too well--all silk and cool cream.
    She spun and twirled and touched her breasts, a smooth slick of her palms--no more--but it was sufficient to arouse her nipples and send a bolt of lust through Adrian’s body to his loins. His cock was growing harder by the moment and the urge to take her, to plunge his swollen length into her cool pussy and ravage her, built inexorably within him.
    He felt the strain of his need lying solidly down one thigh, rigid evidence of her presence within his dreams. He was somewhere between wakefulness and sleep--in a twilight world where temptation played and evil knew no boundaries.
    Adrian sighed as Thérèse slid her hand slowly down over her abdomen to the icy red fire that glowed between her thighs. Long white fingers threaded through shining red curls and she spread