Chapter 13
Terrill stood at the center of the enclosure, his eyes closed. He could sense his Maker – who was destined to become his Maker yet again—stepping up behind him and felt him gently lift the collar of Terrill’s shirt. Michael’s fangs went in smoothly—no other vampire had had so much practice—and Terrill’s life drained away.
His last thoughts were Will I still be human? Or will I be vampire?
And then he died a second time.
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Terrill sat up, and it was clear from Michael’s startled reaction that he hadn’t been out for long. He didn’t remember any dreams or nightmares. It was as if he’d simply closed his eyes.
He was in pain. He could feel the outlines of the cross fused to his chest, and he lifted his shirt to see his flesh blooming bright red around its contours.
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