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Sidney’s face, and Sidney was in no doubt that Adrian needed to talk--and to listen. There was still pain and suffering in those dark depths, but perhaps there was a flicker of hope too. Or maybe Sidney was just reading his own wishes into Adrian’s gaze.
    He marshaled his thoughts. “You have been in this condition for ten years now, am I correct?”
    “Yes.” A short word of agreement, clipped and precise.
    Good . “And you were… made …if I may use that expression, by a woman?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then we shall assume that she was an experienced vampire. One who knew how much of your blood to take, and how much to leave.”
    Adrian shook his head. “That is an unwarranted assumption. I remain convinced to this day that had she not been interrupted, she would have killed me. After I had…after we had…” Adrian’s voice faltered.
    “Come along, man. These are facts we must discuss. I am no prurient busybody. I am a scientist. Tell me as much as you can--use whatever words you must--but tell me.”
    Adrian looked away. “If you must have it all, then so be it.” He swallowed. “After we had fucked and I had spent my seed within her, she did not break away. She did not release me, but continued to feed, to drain me. I became lightheaded, my vision blurred and I thought I would vomit. That’s when I heard something--noise, people--I don’t recall exactly.”
    He shifted in his chair and glanced at Sidney as if asking for permission to continue. Sidney tried to pour encouragement into his expression, but said nothing.
    “I collapsed and everything dimmed around me. I-I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think--I wanted darkness, craved it actually.”
    Unconsciously his fingers scrabbled against the arms of the chair, and Sidney had no difficulty recognizing the crawling movement.
    “I managed to creep into the shadows of the forest. I don’t know how long I stayed there, but eventually I recovered into the beast you see before you.” His lips curled in self-disgust.
    Sidney stroked his chin. “So you were, in effect, a mistake?”
    Adrian snorted. “Some mistake. But probably…yes.” He licked his lips. “I survived. I don’t know how or why, but I do remember finding prey in the forest.” Another grimace of self-disgust. “I always enjoyed a good meal of fresh-caught game. I do not enjoy it this way.”
    Sidney waved his hand dismissively. “Look, you survived. You did what you had to do. Tell me of now. How often do you feed? How do you feel? And most importantly, tell me about human blood and how it affects you.”
    Adrian turned his head and Sidney caught his breath for a moment at the translucent beauty of the young man’s features. He must always have been handsome, but his new condition had brought a luminous and incandescent glow to his face.
    For the only time in his life that Sidney could ever remember, his cock stirred in response to the presence of a man . The overwhelming awareness of Adrian as a sensual spirit bypassed the concepts of mortal sexuality.
    Adrian was a walking invitation to sin.
    And Sidney Chesswell was about to make an outrageously sinful suggestion.
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    “ What ?” Adrian’s jaw dropped and he stared at Sir Sidney.
    “I want you to feed. From me.”
    Adrian shook his head, speechless for a few moments.
    “I’m serious, Adrian.” The old man leaned forward. “You clearly cannot take much blood from me--I don’t have lots to spare. And you can only do this once, since I am not willing to die beneath your fangs.” He pierced Adrian with an intense stare. “I am offering you a chance to sate the hunger you feel. And don’t tell me you don’t feel it right now. I can sense it.”
    Adrian gulped. “How? How can you sense my…my need ?”
    Sidney leaned back in his chair again, relaxing a little. “I’m not sure.” He paused as if in thought. “Do you know who St. Chesswell is?”
    Adrian shook his head.
    “Well, St.