couldn't find it within
his faith to drink from newly dead corpses, Trinity's preferred
food. Christian never denounced him for it or the freshly-leeched
blood he drank that their ally, Doctor Latham or others of his
like, gifted them with.
Trinity reached the buck just as the last of
its noble life left it and he knelt beside it offering a silent
prayer for its sacrifice, which he was certain all his brothers
might be surprised he did. He began to feed with a need harsher
than he'd felt in a long time as he heard his brothers’ intense
conversation above him.
"I've not come so close to losing my control
in so long I'd forgotten what it felt like. Forgot the overpowering
demand," Christian admitted, with his voice sounding confused.
"I felt it once in the last year," Baptiste
said, surprising them all. "I think she was on a monthly and I
strayed too close."
"That's never been a problem before."
Church's voice was on edge. "Why didn't you say something,
Baptiste?"
"Damnation, Church, you know we never speak
about women or sexual relations together. All we do is argue about
it or don't know how to handle it." Baptiste glared at Church.
"You should tell us everything, especially
something this important."
Baptiste ignored Church's rise of temper,
saying, "I've thought about it ever since it happened and really
the only conclusion I could come to was we're reaching our prime as
men beneath this damned vampire’s curse."
Trinity wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand, straightening his torso. "And men in their prime, physically,
seek virginity, health, and youth above all else to spread their
seed." He practically snarled out the words as the trueness of it
sank into his soul.
"So an innocent young virgin, freshly
bleeding, shouted to our darker natures," Christian said, then he
added, "Then the murdered one was surely not a virgin."
Trinity could feel his bloodlust retreating
with his blood intake and feelings of fullness slowly seeped
through his body. His maddening hunger was abating. As he stood to
form a circle with his brothers under the full moon now escaped
from the clinging fog, he still felt edgy with thoughts of a maiden
named Beth.
"What we need to know," Church said as he
leveled a glare at each of them in turn, "is why none of us could
track the murderer's movements or blood?"
"But Trinity, was—" Baptiste began.
"I followed the woman," Trinity injected. He
felt the rise of his brothers' curiosity over this. However, he was
in no mood to discuss what he couldn't understand.
Whether Church understood his complicated
feelings or not, Church passed the question by, moving on. "We
cannot scent every vampire." Church shrugged his broad shoulders in
the twilight. "None of us knew when our stepfather, Nikkos, was
around."
"Some of those women he forced us to bring
to him …" Christian's yellow-rimmed blue eyes looked as haunted as
they all felt.
"Had to be virgins." Trinity arched his neck
with a growling voice.
"That adds another line of proof to my
theory." Baptiste remained the clear, scientific head among them.
"They didn't overly tempt us, then."
Trinity slowly looked along the dense tree
line. "So we have a murderer that could be a vampire or not."
"But this monster tears apart its victims
like an animal." Church punched his fist into his palm.
"Some could easily accuse us of being
animals." Trinity sneered.
"You're cynical to think such a thing."
Baptiste grasped his shoulder. "We've all conquered our baser
inclinations."
Trinity didn't stop his leering cynicism as
strange intuitions began to claw through him. Really, they'd never
left his concern. He turned his gaze to the west. Why could he
feel this one lone woman and her fears? Unable to ignore his
concern, he suddenly started forward, becoming a blur with
vampire’s speed. "I must go."
"Brother!" Church yelled with a voice that
wanted him to stop,
Trinity kept going, and then Christian was
beside him. "Don't try to stop me,"
his faith to drink from newly dead corpses, Trinity's preferred
food. Christian never denounced him for it or the freshly-leeched
blood he drank that their ally, Doctor Latham or others of his
like, gifted them with.
Trinity reached the buck just as the last of
its noble life left it and he knelt beside it offering a silent
prayer for its sacrifice, which he was certain all his brothers
might be surprised he did. He began to feed with a need harsher
than he'd felt in a long time as he heard his brothers’ intense
conversation above him.
"I've not come so close to losing my control
in so long I'd forgotten what it felt like. Forgot the overpowering
demand," Christian admitted, with his voice sounding confused.
"I felt it once in the last year," Baptiste
said, surprising them all. "I think she was on a monthly and I
strayed too close."
"That's never been a problem before."
Church's voice was on edge. "Why didn't you say something,
Baptiste?"
"Damnation, Church, you know we never speak
about women or sexual relations together. All we do is argue about
it or don't know how to handle it." Baptiste glared at Church.
"You should tell us everything, especially
something this important."
Baptiste ignored Church's rise of temper,
saying, "I've thought about it ever since it happened and really
the only conclusion I could come to was we're reaching our prime as
men beneath this damned vampire’s curse."
Trinity wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand, straightening his torso. "And men in their prime, physically,
seek virginity, health, and youth above all else to spread their
seed." He practically snarled out the words as the trueness of it
sank into his soul.
"So an innocent young virgin, freshly
bleeding, shouted to our darker natures," Christian said, then he
added, "Then the murdered one was surely not a virgin."
Trinity could feel his bloodlust retreating
with his blood intake and feelings of fullness slowly seeped
through his body. His maddening hunger was abating. As he stood to
form a circle with his brothers under the full moon now escaped
from the clinging fog, he still felt edgy with thoughts of a maiden
named Beth.
"What we need to know," Church said as he
leveled a glare at each of them in turn, "is why none of us could
track the murderer's movements or blood?"
"But Trinity, was—" Baptiste began.
"I followed the woman," Trinity injected. He
felt the rise of his brothers' curiosity over this. However, he was
in no mood to discuss what he couldn't understand.
Whether Church understood his complicated
feelings or not, Church passed the question by, moving on. "We
cannot scent every vampire." Church shrugged his broad shoulders in
the twilight. "None of us knew when our stepfather, Nikkos, was
around."
"Some of those women he forced us to bring
to him …" Christian's yellow-rimmed blue eyes looked as haunted as
they all felt.
"Had to be virgins." Trinity arched his neck
with a growling voice.
"That adds another line of proof to my
theory." Baptiste remained the clear, scientific head among them.
"They didn't overly tempt us, then."
Trinity slowly looked along the dense tree
line. "So we have a murderer that could be a vampire or not."
"But this monster tears apart its victims
like an animal." Church punched his fist into his palm.
"Some could easily accuse us of being
animals." Trinity sneered.
"You're cynical to think such a thing."
Baptiste grasped his shoulder. "We've all conquered our baser
inclinations."
Trinity didn't stop his leering cynicism as
strange intuitions began to claw through him. Really, they'd never
left his concern. He turned his gaze to the west. Why could he
feel this one lone woman and her fears? Unable to ignore his
concern, he suddenly started forward, becoming a blur with
vampire’s speed. "I must go."
"Brother!" Church yelled with a voice that
wanted him to stop,
Trinity kept going, and then Christian was
beside him. "Don't try to stop me,"
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