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"Whatever the slayer's did – you can't turn people into vampires anymore."

He nodded. "But you can." Erin seemed to shrink under his gaze. The attitude and antagonism that she'd had towards him had completely faded. Mir felt like he was looking at whoever Erin had been before she'd been turned by him, a girl that he couldn't even remember.

"I can." She admitted.

Would the bite change Cheyenne? The shards of memory that had suggested that Erin certainly had. Hmm. The idea of it filled Mir with a combination of curiosity and concern. He'd come to love the version of Cheyenne he'd met and he didn't want the bite to destroy that. He also knew that Chey loathed the existence she'd been forced to live before him. A secretary gig with a creepy boss for a shitty check.

Erin was still staring at him. Her green eyes were wide and Mir could feel her trembling thoughts. Always one for internal dilemma, that girl.

"Will you?" He took her hand and began to fiddle with her fingers, spacing each one the same distance apart. "I can feel your reluctance."

The half-fang's lips were taut and the scared expression had slid away, replaced by sour form of resignation. "I will. I hope you like what she becomes." She nodded stiffly and Mir lead her out the room.

"Do you think Cheyenne will change much?" He and Erin began walking to the basement level, where he'd asked the breather to wait.

"You aren't exactly asking the right person." Erin's boots scraped noisily on the floor. "Both me and my brother were turned against our will, and we changed."

"Your brother..." Mir paused. "Ryan?"

"You remember him?"

"No." They reached the door to the basement room. "Just his name."

Cheyenne was waiting for them. She'd pulled her golden hair back into a tight ponytail and her low-cut shirt exposed her slender neck. Oh, how Mir so longed to be the one to turn her. He gave her a meaningful nod and looked at the vampire with him.

She coughed. "When did you want me to..." Her skin was a little green. "Now?"

"Yeah." Mir sat Chey on a bench and knelt before her, taking her small hand in his own. Behind him he heard Erin swallow loudly. He shot her a glare. "Don't look so scared, it's not you being bitten."

Cheyenne's eyes jumped between the two vampires.

"Look at me," Mir said. She was so warm, fire racing through her veins, skin prickling against his cool touch. "There is no pain." Chey's expression slipped into entranced bliss. "You aren't scared, stressed or uncomfortable." With a deep breath all the tension drained from the human's limbs.

He got to his feet. Erin no longer looked afraid, now she peered at him with a strange curiosity. "Do you love her?"

"Isn't it obvious?" At her look he rolled his eyes. "Yes."

For a moment she stared before approaching the mesmerised breather. Mir heard the click of her fangs. Painstakingly slowly, she leant towards Cheyenne's neck. Her fangs descended over the skin. He waited for his girlfriends flesh to tear like paper.

Nothing happened. Erin turned around. "I don't- I don't know what to do,"

Mir released a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and joined her, dropping his own fangs.

He could only stare. Her skin was pale as a vampire and her breathing was shallow.

"You don't want to hit the vein, she'll bleed out." He indicated the thrumming pulse. "Go for the lower collar." His hand slid over her back and he drew the vampire closer.

Erin didn't want to turn. She didn't want to live. She was ready to fade away like every other person Vlad had loved and lost.

Cheyenne was unmoving as the two vampires descended on her. There was a dreamy smile tugging at her lips. Mir gently slid the neck of her shirt out of their way. "Make it deep but not messy."

He'd never had to watch death come and go, she'd been an ever present feature in his vampirical life (and even before) but she'd always swept in out in the blink of an eye. Now Vlad was forced to wait. He held onto Erin's limp hand.

The vampiress was shaking as her lips touched Chey's skin.

If his heart still beat it would've been pounding. There was an urgency in his veins that suffocated him. He could feel Erin's life slipping away, so in tune with death that he watched it flow like a river.

Mir's hand traced smooth, calming circles on her spine.

He couldn't let her go. He couldn't lose her. Not Erin, not the slayer he'd come to love.

Erin grabbed Mir's wrist and clutched it tightly.

Vlad's fangs broke into her neck.

"It's done."

Erin fled the room immediately. Mir's eyes followed her. Sapphire blue glittering with the guilt of newly restored memories. Just thinking about her and he could recall the taste of her blood and remember her last shaky breath. He'd made a mistake with her. He'd stolen her last moments of life from her.

No. He dropped his gaze from the door and back to Cheyenne. His girl was the priority right now. She was losing her heat; second by second as the potent vampire virus attacked her human biology. Erin's bite being as powerful as his own.

The human's hand rested limply with his stiff cold ones. Mir almost felt regret for what was happening. Part of his attraction to her had been her humanity and her warmth but now she would be just as he, Erin and the rest of the vampires were: cold, hungry and drunk on their own power. Perhaps she would be a better vampire than them. She wasn't scarred like they were.

Mir had come to realise that though he only remembered bits of the life he'd originally belonged to, they'd had an effect on what he was now. They were still affecting him. As each memory trickled back into place something that belonged to Mir was lost – first it had been his impatience, now emotionless facade. But he couldn't become Vlad again. Vlad was weak and emotional and ductile. He refused to slip into that.

There were a few dots of red on Cheyenne's blanched skin. Erin had done a good clean job but vampiric instinct dictated that she drink it all and Mir had been forced to encourage her to let go. And by encouraged he meant that he'd snatched her by the neck and squeezed until she released the human. There was only small amount of blood though. Mir's tongue flicked out and he leaned over to lick away the residue.

It hit him like a freight-train. Mir slammed his palm onto the table, almost obliterating Cheyenne's resting hand. His eyes burned and he pressed them closed as an image was seared into his head.

"We'll take the front door." Two pale men were stood a little way apart, on a long road. The speaker was old but held a regal air and his features were taut with rage. "I want to see the man who murdered my son powerless."

"Ingrid said he was still weak." The second man was far younger but no less deadly. His eyes were devious and deadly. He was almost a male version of Ingrid. "We can take him."

The first man whipped out an ancient pocket-watch. The time read 11:42. "The Chosen One faces justice-" his eyes glittered red "-Now."

Mir was snapped back into his own body with a jolt. Breathing heavily and still leaning over an unconscious Cheyenne's throat he relaxed back. That wasn't a memory – that wasn't a fragment of Vlad. He glanced at a clock on the wall. 11:37.

Did he just experience a premonition?

The vampire rose to his feet, leaving Cheyenne's ashen hand hanging and vanished in a displacement of air.

He stopped at the doors to the lobby where Renfield was vacuuming. "I wouldn't go down there master Vlad – uh Mir," the servant yammered. "Mistress Ingrid is down there and she's in a terrible mood." He looked ready to say more, but the look Mir gave him silenced the putrid man immediately.

The vampire wandered over to the cupboard that Renfield had gotten the vacuum cleaner from. "Renfield, could you come over here?"

Ingrid glanced at the clock. 11:39. What time had Phaelyss said they were coming? Ah yes, 11:30. That was close to ten minutes ago and the vampire had been still as a statue in the lobby ever since. She half-wondered if they were ever going to come at all, maybe their fear of a Chosen One who'd supposedly survived the slayers was too much. Dear Lucifer, she hoped not because there was no chance of her taking the vampire down alone.

A muffled yelp and commotion from up on the landing drew Ingrid's attention and her sight stopped on the indoor balcony.

The double doors at the top of the stairs swung open and Mir walked in. He appeared just a little peaky in complexion but skipped down the stairs and winked at her with no less audacity than normal. His eyes glittered with smug certainty as he spoke lowly. "When did you decide to betray me?"

To her credit, Ingrid managed to avoid reacting. Inside was an entirely different (how could he have known?) story. Externally it was only her toes that twitched and her gaze drifted calmly to her brother. Internally panic racketed through her body, jarring her bones. "What do you mean?" She managed to ask without choking.

He smiled knowingly and glanced at the clock. 11:40. "Do we really need to pretend?" The vampire looked totally relaxed, leaning against the wall as if he had not a care in the world. It was hard to believe he'd ever been her brother. "I can feel your lies, and-" he shrugged "-I am done playing games with you." His hand shot out.

The bones in Ingrid's wrist quivered in an iron grip. "Let go of me, Vlad."

"Tsk tsk! Not Vlad." His smirk was infuriating.

Ingrid wrenched her arm free. "You are completely Vlad, hiding behind a smirk and stupid attitude doesn't make you any less the wimpire I grew up with!"

Vlad rolled his eyes. "I thought we'd covered this already, memories make no difference to who-"

"Shut up." Surprisingly he did. "You let Jonno live. He's a bastard and a terrible slayer – if your childhood memories didn't matter you would've killed him by now."

The power balance between them suddenly tipped. "You're grasping – I let him live becau-"

"-When was the last time you killed someone on a hunt?"

He froze, his eyes flicking to the clock (11:41). "You've been following me."

Finally it was Ingrid's turn to smirk. "You've been letting them live, all those breather-loving ideals coming back." She leaned in close and whispered. "How long is it until you'll want to be one of them again?"

At that point time seemed to stop. She saw what was happening but she couldn't move in time and she couldn't understand. She saw Vlad reach out an arm, his head turning to glance at the clock (11:42) at the same time. She saw the doors burst open in the corner of her eyes and Phaelyss leap inside.

His lips were pulled in a smirk as his eyes searched the hall until finally landing on them. The vampire halted, his smirk gone and his mouth parting to yell.

Then Vlad's teeth ripped into her throat. Pain exploded out from the point of injury, as if she still had a pulse the agony flooded up her arteries and into her head and down her veins and into her body paralysing her limbs. She could feel her brother sucking at her neck – pulling life she had stolen from a breather earlier that evening into his own system. She could feel herself sliding down the wall but she couldn't stop it, she was too weak.

At 11:43 Ingrid lost consciousness, wondering if she was going to die, and why it was at the hands of her brother.