I'm so sorry people...i accidentally labled the things wrong on my computer and put in two copies of chapter 6...this is the actual chapter 7...sorry again
peace...Julianne
James entered the concrete holding cell, coming upon Andrew, apprentice of his own former student, feeding. He knew the boy well, as the young man had come with him on the mission to find out about the identity of the girl he needed to locate. They had managed to compile a possible image of the girl, by putting the pictures of her parents together with computer generation. They were able to come up with a girl who looked exactly like a prodigy Agent. James was quite pleased with the progress he had made with the searching for the girl.
James watched, pleased as Andrew breathlessly burrowed into the human's neck, and James could feel the control of the boy's emotions flooding from him. Andrew stepped back from the body, moving aside for his teacher to feed as well, which delighted James. Most Newborns couldn't contain themselves, and would drink their kills dry, leaving nothing for their masters, or not drink enough, making it still possible for the human to live.
James watched Vanessa hungrily as she fed off the last of her student's kill. He was fond of Vanessa, and he held her in close confidence, for she was one of his first Turns, and there was little about him that she did not know. As he watched her drink, James longed to show such reckless abandonment of his composure. But a good leader only does what can frighten only if it is truly necessary; and, unfortunately, scaring a newborn with acts of savagery, wasn't a necessity; though it was fun to watch. This particular student was leaning back against the wall, flushed and panting, with a look of such ecstasy, James could have sworn that he'd just had the best sex of his life, had he not know the reasoning for the young man's thrill. The young man opened his eyes, and saw that James was staring, blushed and looked away, closing his eyes once more. Newborns are so sensitive! James thought to himself, with an inward smile. "Enjoying yourself Andrew?" James asked of the novice Vampire, allowing a hint of a smile to play on his lips.
Andrew, the student, his face still flushed with excitement, nodded vigorously. He was panting as if he'd just run a great distance, but the effect was from the human life racing through his veins, a truly invigorating experience. Newborns were always the funniest when they could kill by themselves, but still needed a Master to make sure they didn't leave the mortal to live.
Andrew was certainly a promising student, though not ready to be completely left on his own. It was nearly two years since his turn, and he was doing splendidly; some didn't even wake up until this point, and here was Andrew, a killing machine already. James had never been more proud. Vanessa's boy was, though not all that different than the original human, was progressing well. Most Newborns still held onto the notion that humans were hard to kill or something like that, so they had to be drawn in by their Blood Lust, using trickery, or by forcing the blood down their throats until they drank it themselves. But Andrew, he done his first feeding after a mere week of awakening, and that was coaxed along with the slitting of the humans wrists, drawing him from across the room, but ever since, he'd done it on his own, and Vanessa had just had to feed of the last small amount that he left, an amount that reduced with every kill. He now had enough control to step away after drinking only half, to offer it to his master. He was the poster-child of all Newborns, so it seemed. As a former drug lord and a ringleader in one of the city's mobs, The Grey Wolves, Andrew was used to death; he embraced it, and drank it in. Andrew also already knew to hate the Organization, and so poisoning him against the rest of the human race was child's play.
Vanessa dropped the corpse of the unfortunate mortal; it was drunk dry. She grinned a bloody smile at the two men and stepped over it as she swept out of the room, telling a slightly nervous Faithful to clear away the body.
James motioned for Andrew to follow his master, and he left behind him, paying no more attention to the Faithful than the dead body behind him. But he could see that the presence of the Faithful caused Andrew to shudder, as many newborns did in the presence of mortals. That was the only flaw in Andrew, his senses were still overly receptive around humans, and his Blood Lust would spike if there was one that he could see or feel close by. James noticed that Andrew hung his head slightly and he saw his jaw clench, and a wave of anger swept over him. Patience, young one, James thought, patience. Soon your flaws will vanish
