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He woke up in a white bed. A white sheet was pulled up around his naked body and Conure was busy mixing blood pills into
warm water. She slowly approached him when she realized he was awake and she handed him the cup of blood.
“How you feeling?’ She asked. He voice was laced with concern.
As D reached for the cup, the world spinned again and he grabbed the edge of the bed, hissing.
Conure sighed.
“It can’t be Overheating. Once you’re buried, you’re ok.” She said. Her face was folded in a concerned
scowl. Being a healer had it’s benefits and D’s symptoms were worrisome.
D laid back on the thick bed pillows. He found it amusing how different it felt without his armor and hat on. He was rarely
seen without them!
“I don’t know.” He said, his voice a whisper. He breathed deeply several times, but he recognized the growing
roar in his mind that was only unleashed in battle. His eyes suddenly widened and he felt the control over his emotions slip.
D’s vampire side was usually subdued and restrained in the far reaches of his mind. There it growled and only in the
heat of battle did he let the creature that fueled his Blood Thirst free from it’s cage. Now he was desperately wrestling
the creature back to the hole it escaped from and D was losing terribly. He arched his back at the beast’s sudden surge
and he gasped. Conure came and sat down beside him, her hand gentle on his shoulder. She put down the cup of blood. D growled,
oblivious to her, then he shot up in the bed, hunching over himself. His arms flung around his waist, as if the stress was
making his stomach ache and in a torrent of groaning he clenched himself with tight fists. This caused Lefty to complain wildly,
but D was too separated from the world to notice. His eyes took on a wild, almost frantic look and they reddened as his vampiric
heritage replaced his carefully guarded mind. He clacked his jaws, almost as if he were an angry horse chewing its bit. Conure
could see how prominent his fangs were when he did that. D growled louder, trembling, and his Dhampire companion found herself
trying to console him. He shoved her away gently, then, gasping as he tried to regain control of himself, took hold of her
and grappled her as if he was capturing prey. Conure was taken by surprised. The surge of power overtook D and Conure found
herself unable to break herself from his grip. For a moment it was as if he was going to bite her, but he stopped, nipping
her hard instead. Moments later, D was himself, panting. He released his hold on Conure and she drew away, chewing her lip
and holding her rapidly healing bruise.
Lefty was not happy. Neither was Conure.
“I warned you.” Lefty snapped. “I warned you that if you kept doing that it would catch up with you.”
D’s response was frustrated.
“SHUT.UP. LEFTY.”
The Simbiote snorted in disdain.
“NO. I told you to stop doing it. Your father warned me -AND YOU- that it would happen. Quit resisting it and
you won’t have this happen! It’s happened three? Seven? Nine Times? This time you tried to BITE!”
D confronted the face on his hand. The Dhampire was furious. He looked as if he was going to swear at the creature, but the
words never emerged. Conure had never seen D this way. In a eerie way it was like watching an old Jekel and Hyde Flat screen
movie, but without the cheesy special effects. Out of all the time they had spent with each other, she had never seen D break
from his calm, persistently cool demeanor. Seeing him like this was like watching a Daemon take over an Angel.
She grabbed the cup of blood and gingerly offered it to the Dhampire. D looked at her, his eyes still harboring that wild
look, but this time she picked up a trace of fear. He clenched his Left hand and Lefty grumbled incoherently. D shuddered,
then released his clenched fist. He took Conure’s cup without looking at her. It was then that she noticed he was crying.
The tears were trickling down his face and he blinked them away with a sarcastic laugh. He drank the blood in several gulps
then gave Conure the empty cup. He tried to find the strength to look at her after grabbing her like he had.
“Now,” he said, his voice trembling,”You know why I have never fallen in love.”
He lowered his head as if embarrassed and D wiped the tears from his eyes. He laughed again.
“I can’t always resist the biting and when I lose, the emotions take over.”
Conure chose her words carefully.
“Then ...why do you resist them?”
D looked at Conure, mildly offended, but the emotion was washed away by another attempt to mask them. A scowl formed as he
tried to find the words as he battled his rising emotions.
“Why hunt if I have blood pills?” he said, pounding his right fist into the mattress. “Why hunt if I have Sanguine?
I don’t understand feeding. There’s these blood sources available and if I can use them instead...” He combated
the urge to scream. He covered his face with his right hand, a violent shudder overtaking his body. The vampire in him was
snarling and he could not contain the explosive expression of emotions he inherited from his father.
“It’s ironic.” he said softly. “ I’ve killed so many. Big old Vampire Hunter Like myself is afraid
of succumbing to his Vampire Heritage. What a crock.”
Conure went to the bed and after a pause, slid her hands over his shoulders. He turned to gaze into her purplish- green eyes.
She read what she could from that gaze of his. There was fear, but it was deeper than that.
Lefty took this opportunity to voice his opinion.
“Your dad said it all the time, D. It’s Balance, D. Don’t fear the Thirst. You don’t have to bite.
The emotions can be controlled. But noooo...you have to shove your vampire side into some big hole and pretend it doesn’t
exmpppht!”
D took the opportunity to clench his fist as Lefty taunted. Conure raised her eyebrow with concerned tension.
“He’s got a point.” She said carefully.
D closed his eyes and shook his head.
“I can resist.” he said. His quiet, confident presence was returning.
Conure forced him to look in her eyes.
“NO. Lefty says this happens to you regularly. If you’re resisting both your prey drive AND the vampiric
sensitivity to emotions, there’s no wonder you break down like this.”
D sighed. The stress was causing him to have the most irksome erection and he was glad he wasn’t wearing his armor. It
wasn’t this comfortable the last time he lost it.
“If I get close to anyone” He said softly, “ ...ANYONE... I need to hunt. It can be controlled if I keep my
distance. That’s why I prefer riding alone.” He looked at his Dhampire companion. “That’s why I was reluctant
to take you as a student.”
“Your dad said that you had problems. He said you’d been... curious about me for a while and that I should watch
you.”
D blushed.
“Curious in that you seemed friendly. I wanted to know you.”
Conure snorted. She stood up and wiped out the cup.
“Well you know me now. How long have I been traveling with you? Eight months? Nine?”
Lefty was quick to interject.
“Eight and a half!”
Conure chuckled at that.
“How did you survive several hundred years with that guy?”
“Hey baby” Lefty chirped.”It’s a talent.’
D found the strength to smile. It was an honest one.
“Several thousand.” He said, correcting Conure. “I’m several thousand years old.”
“Holy Cripes.” was the Female Student’s response. Her eyebrows rose comically before she placed the cup on
the night table. ‘No wonder you’re as good as you are at whacking things.” Her face suddenly beamed and she
shook her head. “And you’re still a virgin. Geeze.”
That last line cased D to blush even redder. Conure Broke out laughing, though it did sound forced. She sounded wary of him,
as if she wasn’t sure if D was going to jump her again.
“I’m watching paint dry in the other room.” she said quietly. “If you need my help, I’m doing a commission.”
With that she bowed mockingly, a private joke between the two Dhampires, and she slipped out the door.
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