Ch. 1 – Meditation on the Dark
"At it again? That won't bring you any peace now." Davina opened her eyes and looked at Connor. He stood over her as she sat cross-legged on the floor. Every day she meditated, or tried to at least.
"And how would you know? From what I've heard you knew little of peace before you died and nothing of it afterwards.'
Connor squatted beside her. "I know that if you continue to deny that you've changed, you'll do yourself harm." He locked his brown eyes with her green. The intensity of his gaze weighed upon her like a hand. "The only thing this accomplishes is proving to yourself that you are no longer the same. That it cannot be as it was."
"I have to believe that some aspect of my life is the same." Davina looked ahead again, resettling her hands on her knees. "I cannot think otherwise."
It had been two months since she had become a vampire. She'd been captured and changed by a group of rogue vampires. After the police had finished with them Davina had already been dead two nights. The local Master of the City had taken responsibility for her. He felt guilty for her being attacked in his territory. So Connor, his second, had taken it upon himself to help her accept her situation.
Here she was, a vampire. She hated vampires. But now Davina, druid priestess, was a vampire. And even things she took for granted, like meditating, were beyond her reach.
Connor took her chin in his hand and turned her head to face him, "Do not travel that path Davina. You'll drive yourself mad." He smiled. "Is it so bad to be one of us?"
"Everything I've worked for, everything I am, is based on a power at total odds with what I have become." A single tear rolled down her cheek. "I don't even know who I am." More tears came, and as she began to weep, Connor's arms slipped protectively around her. He held her in his embrace as she wept for the life that she could never have again