Night's Master. Amanda Ashley

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      “Are you sure you want to hear this?” e asked somewhat dubiously.

      “Yes, it’s fascinating.” And it was, in much the same way any gruesome accident catches and holds our attention.

      “Since we could no longer go to school, our parents hired a tutor for us. As long as we lived at home, my mother treated us as though we were no different than we had been before the change.” He smiled faintly. “It was a unique experience. We slept by day and met with our tutor in the evening. Because our class held its graduation ceremony after sunset, Rane and I were able to attend. We moved out of our parents’ home the next day.”

      “Just a happy Vampire family,” I murmured, intrigued by the story he had told me. I tried to imagine being married to a Vampire, having Vampire children, but it was a concept totally foreign to my way of thinking, to everything I believed in. Try as I might, I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. And then I frowned. “What happened to your mother?” I supposed there was a slim chance she could still be alive, but if he was eighty-five, she would have to be well over a hundred.

      “She’s one of us now,” Raphael said. “My father brought her across when Rane and I reached adulthood.”

      “Did she want to be a Vampire?” I had never heard of anyone asking to join the ranks of the Undead.

      “Of course. My old man wouldn’t have turned her against her will.”

      “Was she the same, you know, afterward?”

      “Pretty much.”

      “And she was never sorry?”

      “Not that I know of. And you have to remember, her parents, her husband, and her sons were all Vampires. We made the transition easy for her.”

      “Did you watch it happen?”

      “No, although I wanted to.”

      I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to see such a thing, all that blood. Yuck!

      “It’s not such a bad life once you get used to it,” he said quietly.

      “Yeah, right.” Drinking blood, living only at night, giving up all my favorite foods, not being able to enjoy a sunny day or take a walk in the rain on a pretty spring morning. I was surprised the whole world wasn’t clamoring to join the ranks of the Undead. Not!

      “Sure, you have to give up some things,” he admitted, “but I’m never sick, never tired, I don’t age, all my senses are enhanced. And,” he said with a grin, “I don’t gain weight.”

      It would have been a good selling point if Vampires could eat anything they wanted. “Vampires don’t eat,” I muttered, trying to imagine a life without chocolate or cookies or ice cream. “Of course they don’t gain weight.”

      Rafe laughed. “True enough, but, like I said, it’s not a bad life.”

      Technically, he wasn’t alive at all, but I didn’t say that. “And now you’re the leader of the North American Vampires,” I remarked. “How did that happen?”

      He shrugged. “My godmother arranged it.”

      “You have a godmother?” I wouldn’t have been any more surprised if he had told me that he was related to Cinderella.

      “Yes.” He grinned, no doubt amused by the stunned expression that was surely on my face. “Her name is Mara, and she’s the oldest living of our kind. When we went to war with the Werewolves, our people decided we needed a leader. She was the obvious choice. She appointed others to positions of authority in various parts of the world. I was given North America, and my parents were given South America. My grandparents are looking after things in Europe. Last I heard, they were in France.”

      “What happened to your brother? Do you see him very often?”

      A dark shadow passed behind Cordova’s eyes. “I don’t know where he is.”

      I heard the knife-edge of pain in his voice, a soul-deep sorrow that went beyond tears.

      “No one in the family has seen Rane, or heard from him, in the last fifty years.”

      “What happened? Did you have a fight?”

      “No, nothing like that. Not all who are made Vampires react the same way. Some seek it and embrace it. Some are turned against their will. Some accept the change and move on. Some can’t adapt to their new lifestyle and quickly end it.”

      I held my breath. Was Rane one of those?

      “For me, it was a natural transformation,” Raphael said. “For Rane…” The pain in his eyes deepened. “At first, it seemed as though Rane had accepted it as I did. He was gifted with all the powers I had, and more.”

      “What do you mean ‘more’?”

      “He has a knack for magic, as well. It’s a potent combination.”

      “I can imagine.”

      “Oddly enough, my maternal grandmother is also a practicing witch.”

      “So he inherited it from her?”

      “No, our mother was adopted.”

      “Your family is certainly unique.”

      Rafe nodded. “Indeed.”

      “And your brother, he doesn’t want to be a witch or a Vampire?”

      “So it seems. All his life, he’s been torn between light and dark, between good and evil. Becoming a Vampire was more than he could handle. He ran away from us, and from himself. I looked for him. The family looked for him, but he’s closed his heart and his mind to us. I don’t know how he is, or where he is. All I know is that he’s alive.” Rafe stared past me, his expression bleak. “I’d know if he were dead.”

      I had read somewhere that Vampires were incapable of tender human emotions, but whoever had written such a thing would surely have changed his mind if he could have seen the anguish on Rafe’s face, the hurt in his eyes, or heard the pain in his voice.

      I stared at him, wishing I could help, and thinking that I had learned more about Raphael Cordova and Vampires than I had ever wanted to know.

      Chapter Four

      Raphael was right about the filet mignon. It was the best I had ever tasted, rare and tender and seasoned to perfection. I have to admit, I felt a little strange enjoying a full-course meal in front of a Vampire. When I offered him a bite of my steak, he made the kind of face I would have made had he offered me a glass of warm blood.

      “Don’t you ever eat anything?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine never drinking a glass of ice-cold lemonade on a hot day, never eating a double scoop of fudge-ripple ice cream, never biting into a cold, tart green apple, or a juicy slice of watermelon. And the thought of never again indulging in a brownie still warm from the oven didn’t even bear thinking about. “Don’t you miss it? Food, I mean.”

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