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again as Eamon
got caught up in the moment and reenacted some of the cheesier scenes in the
movie, clawing dramatically at his body as he crumpled to the floor. His
shrieking was broken up with laughter as he couldn't manage to keep a straight
face.
    Lizbeth stood and stretched, shaking her head in amusement
as she noticed that all the commotion hadn't disturbed RaeLynn at all.
"All right, the pair of you- time to settle a bit." She bit her lip
to keep from grinning as the two of them groaned in mock disappointment at her
scolding. The doorbell rang and all the hilarity drained from the moment. She
strode to the door drawing her clutch piece from her ankle holster in one
smooth movement before looking out the newly installed peephole Muttering to
herself she jerked open the door and leaned against its frame. "What do
you want now?"
    Jonah brushed past her. "To see
Diandra." He strode towards the parlor but stopped short at the
scene in front of him- wine glasses on the table, popcorn scattered across the
furniture and floor, and RaeLynn sleeping soundly through the whole thing.
    Diandra climbed to her feet from under the coffee table
where she was picking up some of the mess. "What do you want, Jonah?"
    "I wanted to talk to you, that's all. You need to know what happened to me, and I need you to know." Jonah
ran his hands through his brown hair in a gesture that tugged at Diandra's
heart. Shoving the long-forgotten feeling to the back of her mind for further
examination later she strode past him to the trash can.
    "I know all I need to know about you, Jonah. You're a
liar, a cheat, a betrayer. I'm well-rid of you, actually. Now go the Hell back
to wherever you have been living all these months." Her back to Jonah, she
didn't notice the look of anger he gave her.
    "I went to the store that day to buy your favorite ice
cream." At his quiet words Diandra turned to face him. "I may have
been a real bastard but I still loved you. That wasn't something I faked, that
was how I really felt." He stopped talking and stared at Diandra, making
sure she was listening. A tear glistened in the corner of her eye and she
hastily wiped it away.
    "I saw this guy on the corner of the alley but I didn't
think anything of it. I didn't pay attention at first until I heard him call
out to me. It was that bastard assistant district attorney, Giles Carson,"
Jonah stated, watching as the women exchanged a quick look. "What?"
    "Um, Carson is now the district attorney, not the ADA.
His predecessor was conveniently killed at the warehouse where I was held
captive," Lizbeth stated quietly.
    Jonah's face reddened with rage. "Murderous
bastard. He's the one who turned me. He meant to kill me, and somehow I
survived. I don't know how long I had been 'dead' before I was actually turned,
but I managed to pull through it." He ran a hand through his hair once
more. "I was a wreck. I knew I had died, and I couldn't believe I came
back. I did a lot of things I'm not proud of now, and I wish I could take them
back. The thirst was overwhelming…" He trailed off, the horror in his
brown eyes making them appear almost black.
    Eamon cut into the conversation. "That's one of the odd
things about the change from vamp to human. The more damage done to the body at
the time of death, the longer it takes before the heart beats and the lungs
draw oxygen again. Also, those are the vamps most likely to kill," he
stated matter-of-factly. The women appeared horrified as they looked between
Eamon and Jonah. "We think the murders have something to do with the fact
that they were turned by accident and not design- there is no mentor to deliver blood to them so they instantly crave it."
    "I didn't crave it until the blood bags were on the
doorstep," Diandra said softly. This whole conversation disturbed her- her
hands kept moving constantly as though searching for an anchor to reality and
her voice grew quieter with each sentence she spoke.
    Eamon nodded at her. "That's because you