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Alexander Tsar, ruler of all the Nichelle in the city, brushed past James and graced his way over to Jaden. She gulped and tried to hide her fear as he came closer and closer. He cupped her face in one of his hands, and gazed into her eyes. She glared back coldly, willing herself to face this man with courage and no hint of fear, though her heart screamed in protest.
Tsar grinned, showing her his razor sharp incisors. Then his eyes widened and he pushed her head to the side as he sought out the soft, delicate flesh of her neck.
Jaden gasped as the fangs sunk deep into her neck, stiffening as she felt the agony that she knew signaled her death. As she opened her mouth in a silent scream, she prayed she would die soon.
Tsar had drunk from the Agent's neck for only a moment or so, when he stepped aside for James to finish. James surged forward, sinking his teeth into the other side of the dying Agent's neck, greedily drinking away the life of one who had stolen so many. He could feel her life flow through his veins, the feeling supremely erotic. He heard Tsar and Ashmore shift behind him, and James knew that he must soon stop, for risk of her going too far into Death for her to be Reborn strong.
The bonds holding her released and he lay her gently on the ground. He took the vial of blood he had clutched in his hand, and he pulled out the cork. Next, he sunk his fangs into his own arm and let the blood flowing down his arm fall into the bleeding Agent's open mouth. Had she been closer to life, she would have struggled, but she was long past consciousness, and simply lay there. As enough blood filled her mouth, she began to stir, and James lowered his arm to her mouth.
Like a baby suckling from its mother, the young Agent drank from his arm. James grimaced, and poured the vial of blood onto the puncture wounds Tsar had inflicted. The gashes sizzled and scabbed over. Her breathing became more noticeable, and her drinking of James' blood more evident. It was hurting him now, and he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
Opening his eyes again, he pulled his bleeding arm away from the Agent, whose hands blindly sought after it. James glanced up at Tsar, who nodded, and James stepped away from the Agent. Suddenly, she gasped, eyes flying wide open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. She began to scream as her innards felt as if they were being ripped apart. James winced as he watched her claw at her stomach, as she wailed in wordless agony.
And then, she was still; quiet; but alive, nonetheless. Tsar, James and Ashmore traded looks. There, lying unconscious on the floor, was the Vampire with the blood of the three of them, and their former greatest enemy, flowing through her veins. The only thing now to do, was to await her Awakening, and teach her all they knew.
