Part 1
Disclaimer: All characters and storylines are products of Christine Feehan.
AN: I wrote this in 2003 so please let me know what you think even if you don't like it.
Vitaly awoke from his sleep as the earth above him trembled. There was something happening that was abad enough to wake him from his eternal sleep. But what?
When he had gone to ground, he had been on the very brink of turning. He felt that if he didn't go to ground, he would not be able to live for another night. He had given up on finding his lifemate many years ago.
That night, though, as he rose from the ground, he didn't care. He was tired of being alone and having no hope. He went out into the city to find some prey for he was all but starving.
In the back streets of the city, he found excactly what he needed. A group of teens were gathered in one place obviously waiting for a fight to happen. Instead of using his mind to calm them down, he went straight for them and grabbing one by the throat quickly began to drain him of blood.
He felt the young man's heart falter but he could not stop himself and no longer wanted to. As he stood there with the others trying to run but held in place by his mind, he felt for the first time the beginnings of power wash over him from the dying man.
"Vitaly, so it has finally happened. You have finally turned." The voice brought his head up just before the last bit of blood crossed his lips.