FALL OF 1902
Selene looked up at her old sire. She gulped. He had helped, had he not? She was in a tough situation, and he had bailed her out.
"Selene, my child, what's wrong?" His kind eyes shined down on her.
She met his gaze. "Danny, sir. We have him in our custody. But Milord, he's become uncontrollable."
"In what way?"
"He won't stop killing. The thirst… it's too much for him."
Viktor's orbs shimmered like the full moon in the dark night. "Then you know what must be done."
Her throat closed up on her. It's not his fault!
Noticing her hesitation, Viktor frowned at her. "I trust that there are no objections?"
Looking down, avoiding his kind, gentle eyes, Selene shook her head "no."
"You know what must be done," he repeated.
"Yes, milord. I will."
"Banish him. Put him under constant surveillance."
"Yes, sir."
She turned to leave. It's not his fault! Oh Sir, he's innocent in this! I'm the one who's responsible!
I created this monster! It was I who Turned him!
And now, now he's killed… killed, fed, and he craves for more…
It's all my fault.
