true death of a vampire, was staking. From what I had learnt, you could only stake a turned one with any degree of success, unless of course the stake was made from silver—then any vampire would die.
I focused back on the conversation and Lucas’s dejected expression. He’d never even seen a vampire before. ‘Well I guess in less than two years you’re going to have your chance at meeting one aren’t you, Lucas?’
He smiled. ‘At least you’ll be on our side.’
I grunted. The Protectors always spoke of sides, even Lucas. It was highly offensive to me that they would expect me to choose. It shouldn’t have to be that way. ‘There’s an alliance, remember? You’re not supposed to take sides.’
‘The alliance is only temporary,’ he reminded me. ‘One day, someone will falter and everything will change.’
I laughed. ‘Yeah, if you can call a three hundred year alliance temporary.’
‘As soon as we find a way to bring down the Vân â tors indefinitely, the blood suckers are going down too.’
I went quiet. The alliance between The Vampires and The Protectors had come into effect almost three hundred years ago, yet there was still so much, ahem, bad blood between them. I had a feeling that although I had mostly been accepted into the fold at the IMI, I was still vulnerable to persecution if the alliance faltered.
I may owe the IMI a lot, but I wasn’t quite ready to turn my back on my own heritage, not when I didn’t know enough about them to form a truly decent opinion. What if The Protectors were wrong? What if some vampires were different and not bad at all? Surely the ones that were born had to be given some leeway. After all, they didn’t choose to be a vampire. It was forced upon them, just as it had been onto me. If I was a good person and fought for the value of human life, then surely there could be others out there just like me?
I shook my head. What I think and feel in the grand scheme of things probably didn’t matter all that much, even if it was important to me. To others, my opinion counted for nothing.
* * *
The only reason the Vampires and The Protectors had joined forces in the first place was because the Vân â tors had proven to be more of a problem to either side than the other. In fact, they were now ten times more problematic to humans than vampires had ever been.
The Protectors, which were now considered warriors of magical justice for the IMI, decided it would be easier to eradicate one species at a time, starting with the most dangerous one first—the Vân â tors.
Between the speed, agility, and deathly talents of a vampire, and the magical powers that The Protectors possessed, the Vân â tors were now considered to be an endangered species—if you could count thousands as endangered. Unfortunately that theory was proving to be more and more difficult to confirm as time went on. The werewolves were getting better at blending into the general populace.
The Vân â tors not only shared the blood lust of the Vampire and some of their skills—speed, agility, and strength—but they also had the power to replicate. The lurid acts were tantamount to rape, a vân â tor taking human form to complete the process. As far as we knew, no vân â tors were born female, an oddity to be sure.
Vân â tors were being detected everywhere now. However, it was rare for them to stray to Australian shores. Packs were already established all over Europe, and our consistent sunny weather afforded the same threat of death as a vampire. But day or night, sun or no sun, the weather or location did not alleviate their mating habits—hence why it was vital to destroy them before they got down to business and infected the world with more of their spawn.
When a vampire is born, it is from the pairing of a male vampire and a human woman. A pregnancy always results from these unions. The seed of the Vampire is very determined. Even the most
I focused back on the conversation and Lucas’s dejected expression. He’d never even seen a vampire before. ‘Well I guess in less than two years you’re going to have your chance at meeting one aren’t you, Lucas?’
He smiled. ‘At least you’ll be on our side.’
I grunted. The Protectors always spoke of sides, even Lucas. It was highly offensive to me that they would expect me to choose. It shouldn’t have to be that way. ‘There’s an alliance, remember? You’re not supposed to take sides.’
‘The alliance is only temporary,’ he reminded me. ‘One day, someone will falter and everything will change.’
I laughed. ‘Yeah, if you can call a three hundred year alliance temporary.’
‘As soon as we find a way to bring down the Vân â tors indefinitely, the blood suckers are going down too.’
I went quiet. The alliance between The Vampires and The Protectors had come into effect almost three hundred years ago, yet there was still so much, ahem, bad blood between them. I had a feeling that although I had mostly been accepted into the fold at the IMI, I was still vulnerable to persecution if the alliance faltered.
I may owe the IMI a lot, but I wasn’t quite ready to turn my back on my own heritage, not when I didn’t know enough about them to form a truly decent opinion. What if The Protectors were wrong? What if some vampires were different and not bad at all? Surely the ones that were born had to be given some leeway. After all, they didn’t choose to be a vampire. It was forced upon them, just as it had been onto me. If I was a good person and fought for the value of human life, then surely there could be others out there just like me?
I shook my head. What I think and feel in the grand scheme of things probably didn’t matter all that much, even if it was important to me. To others, my opinion counted for nothing.
* * *
The only reason the Vampires and The Protectors had joined forces in the first place was because the Vân â tors had proven to be more of a problem to either side than the other. In fact, they were now ten times more problematic to humans than vampires had ever been.
The Protectors, which were now considered warriors of magical justice for the IMI, decided it would be easier to eradicate one species at a time, starting with the most dangerous one first—the Vân â tors.
Between the speed, agility, and deathly talents of a vampire, and the magical powers that The Protectors possessed, the Vân â tors were now considered to be an endangered species—if you could count thousands as endangered. Unfortunately that theory was proving to be more and more difficult to confirm as time went on. The werewolves were getting better at blending into the general populace.
The Vân â tors not only shared the blood lust of the Vampire and some of their skills—speed, agility, and strength—but they also had the power to replicate. The lurid acts were tantamount to rape, a vân â tor taking human form to complete the process. As far as we knew, no vân â tors were born female, an oddity to be sure.
Vân â tors were being detected everywhere now. However, it was rare for them to stray to Australian shores. Packs were already established all over Europe, and our consistent sunny weather afforded the same threat of death as a vampire. But day or night, sun or no sun, the weather or location did not alleviate their mating habits—hence why it was vital to destroy them before they got down to business and infected the world with more of their spawn.
When a vampire is born, it is from the pairing of a male vampire and a human woman. A pregnancy always results from these unions. The seed of the Vampire is very determined. Even the most
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