father-son duo. If so, then it seemed that physical appearance bred true in the vampire bloodline. Keeping track of family lineage would be a snap if that were the case. Also, pretty damn weird at family get-togethers!
For a vampire, the guy looked harmless enough. He was about her height, lean, and good-looking—but not intimidatingly so. He was watching Greyvian with a thoughtful expression on his face but smiled briefly when he caught her looking his way. He had really nice green eyes—a pretty colour, and a nice shape. Best of all, they looked friendly. Was it real, or only an act? He was a vampire after all.
Although, they did say that they didn’t have any super powers other than their healing saliva and a slightly higher pain threshold, so if worst came to worst, she could always knee them in the balls and then run like hell.
Or revel in the experience, she thought, her eyes drifting back to Greyvian, who was still looking at her with that neutral expression that hid his thoughts so well . God, she was nuts. He’d probably kill her if he ever got his fangs into her neck and here she was thinking it wouldn’t be a bad way to go. She’d never thought of herself as especially fatalistic before, but there you had it.
“So, does this mean that vampirism is purely a genetic thing?” she asked, needing to distract herself from dangerous thoughts once again. “Or can anyone join?”
Okay, maybe that wasn’t the safest topic if the darkening of Greyvian’s eyes was anything to go by. The look he gave her sent a shiver of delight down her spine.
“Yes, it is genetic.” It was Lucas who replied this time, as Greyvian seemed to have run out of words for the day from the silence that stretched before the other vampire stepped in. “And sorry to disappoint, but no. No blood conversions.”
“That is disappointing,” she murmured, her eyes drifting to Greyvian’s once again. He looked like such a predator with his unwavering gaze fixed upon her that she had to bite her lip to stop herself from ordering him to jump her. She wanted his body pressed against hers again. Wanted his mouth on her neck, his tongue…
Searching for a safe topic of conversation, she managed to pull her eyes from Greyvian and focus on Lucas instead—a much safer place to rest her gaze.
“What triggers the transition in the first place?” she asked, wanting to fan her flushed cheeks, but at the same time not wanting to draw attention to them.
“Maturity,” Lucas said, the slight smile on his lips telling her that he was enjoying the situation. “Around the age of twenty-five is said to be the age we reach peak development, bodies fully formed and brains fully developed. That’s when the gene is triggered. It’s usually a few months before we turn twenty-five, but sometimes a few weeks afterwards. Never more than that though,” he finished, eyeing her thoughtfully.
“And then what happens?”
“The body stops producing red blood cells, you quickly become anaemic, exhausted, your immunity goes down the crapper, and you generally feel like death. Once that reaches a certain point and can’t go any further, your whole body feels like it’s on fire as every cell in it transforms itself to the new and improved you.”
“Sounds like fun,” she said dryly.
Lucas smiled wryly. “You couldn’t even begin to imagine. The end process takes less than ten minutes, but it feels like an eternity. ”
“God, poor Jacob.”
“Grey’s blood will help,” Lucas assured her. “It actually takes some of the pain away and makes the whole process a lot smoother.”
She opened her mouth to ask if he spoke from experience, but Knox chose that moment to come back into the room, distracting her.
“Out like a light,” the blonde said, smiling cheerfully as he looked at each of them in turn. “Anyone for dinner?”
For a moment she thought he meant her and her heart skipped a beat in a mixture of fear and excitement, but he
For a vampire, the guy looked harmless enough. He was about her height, lean, and good-looking—but not intimidatingly so. He was watching Greyvian with a thoughtful expression on his face but smiled briefly when he caught her looking his way. He had really nice green eyes—a pretty colour, and a nice shape. Best of all, they looked friendly. Was it real, or only an act? He was a vampire after all.
Although, they did say that they didn’t have any super powers other than their healing saliva and a slightly higher pain threshold, so if worst came to worst, she could always knee them in the balls and then run like hell.
Or revel in the experience, she thought, her eyes drifting back to Greyvian, who was still looking at her with that neutral expression that hid his thoughts so well . God, she was nuts. He’d probably kill her if he ever got his fangs into her neck and here she was thinking it wouldn’t be a bad way to go. She’d never thought of herself as especially fatalistic before, but there you had it.
“So, does this mean that vampirism is purely a genetic thing?” she asked, needing to distract herself from dangerous thoughts once again. “Or can anyone join?”
Okay, maybe that wasn’t the safest topic if the darkening of Greyvian’s eyes was anything to go by. The look he gave her sent a shiver of delight down her spine.
“Yes, it is genetic.” It was Lucas who replied this time, as Greyvian seemed to have run out of words for the day from the silence that stretched before the other vampire stepped in. “And sorry to disappoint, but no. No blood conversions.”
“That is disappointing,” she murmured, her eyes drifting to Greyvian’s once again. He looked like such a predator with his unwavering gaze fixed upon her that she had to bite her lip to stop herself from ordering him to jump her. She wanted his body pressed against hers again. Wanted his mouth on her neck, his tongue…
Searching for a safe topic of conversation, she managed to pull her eyes from Greyvian and focus on Lucas instead—a much safer place to rest her gaze.
“What triggers the transition in the first place?” she asked, wanting to fan her flushed cheeks, but at the same time not wanting to draw attention to them.
“Maturity,” Lucas said, the slight smile on his lips telling her that he was enjoying the situation. “Around the age of twenty-five is said to be the age we reach peak development, bodies fully formed and brains fully developed. That’s when the gene is triggered. It’s usually a few months before we turn twenty-five, but sometimes a few weeks afterwards. Never more than that though,” he finished, eyeing her thoughtfully.
“And then what happens?”
“The body stops producing red blood cells, you quickly become anaemic, exhausted, your immunity goes down the crapper, and you generally feel like death. Once that reaches a certain point and can’t go any further, your whole body feels like it’s on fire as every cell in it transforms itself to the new and improved you.”
“Sounds like fun,” she said dryly.
Lucas smiled wryly. “You couldn’t even begin to imagine. The end process takes less than ten minutes, but it feels like an eternity. ”
“God, poor Jacob.”
“Grey’s blood will help,” Lucas assured her. “It actually takes some of the pain away and makes the whole process a lot smoother.”
She opened her mouth to ask if he spoke from experience, but Knox chose that moment to come back into the room, distracting her.
“Out like a light,” the blonde said, smiling cheerfully as he looked at each of them in turn. “Anyone for dinner?”
For a moment she thought he meant her and her heart skipped a beat in a mixture of fear and excitement, but he
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