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stopped there, his stillness was beginning to creep me out. I mean, he did it from time to time and I am kind of used to it, but when it went on like this and you were talking to him, you couldn't help feeling he was somewhere else, not listening, not here. And you were just talking to a statue. It was spooky and unnerving and just not right.
    “Did you stake him?” Even, low, nothing else.
    But whew, he was breathing again. Still though, very still.
    “No. I didn't have any of my stakes and the Nosferatin had lost his.”
    Whoa. And there was the magenta, full blown, like a strobe light from his eyes. It bathed the room in its glow, bouncing off the bed, the desk with my laptop on it in the corner, my bedside table and me. The room was a friggin' purple puddle.
    “What's wrong, Michel?” My voice was tiny, thin, his Sanguis Vitam had all but filled the room, there was no air to breathe. His power didn't normally have any effect over me, since we had joined. Well only if I have my shields up that is. I checked them now, they were up, so what he must have been expending was unfathomable. Why was he so scared?
    Because, that's what I was feeling right now, not anger, not even frustration, but outright fear. Huh.
    “He said he was a old friend of yours. Michel, what's wrong?”
    “ He is no longer a friend. He is the Enforcer for the Iunctio . He is their guillotine .”

Chapter 4
The Iunctio
    He stood abruptly then and began to pace. Yes, vampires pace, but only when they are really having a bad day. I think I've seen Michel pace only once. This was a new enough movement to make me blink in shock.
    “First things first, ma douce . Where was your stake?”
    “I don't sleep with a stake. When I Dream Walk, I lie down in my hunter gear and that's how I appear in my Dream Walk. This time I was asleep, in this.” I indicated my slinky nightdress.
    He glanced at me, took in what I was wearing, then let out a long breath and a soft, but firm cuss.
    “You will have to sleep with a stake from now on.”
    “I can't sleep with a stake, it'll be uncomfortable, I'll scratch myself.”
    “Find a way! Is it not better to be uncomfortable or would you prefer dead? This is not a game, Lucinda. You need to be able to protect yourself. I do not know what is going on here, but I do not like it. Your first non-controlled Dream Walk and you happen to meet the Enforcer. This is no mere coincidence.”
    Oh shit. And now I was scared too. I hadn't even considered that this had anything to do with Gregor directly, other than the fact that he was about to kill a Nosferatin. What if he had engineered it? What if somehow my loss of control of Dream Walking was due to manipulation? Shit.
    Michel sensed my fear, he came to me and sat down on the bed at my side, reaching up to pull me to him.
    “I am sorry, ma douce . I do not mean to frighten you, but I am frightened.”
    Oh my God. Michel was never frightened. Not really. Sure he has worried over me getting hurt when I hunt, when I Dream Walk and he can't help me. I put it down to just his need to protect me, nothing more. Annoying, but not unbelievable. But, to say he was frightened. I didn't quite know how to handle that.
    He sighed against me, his breath warm on my neck. “Gregor was a good friend. We were inseparable. We did everything together.” His voice was low, soft, almost too quiet. “He is a complicated man, he has such... anger in him. Regret for a life lost, disgust at what he has become. When I met him, he was a hedonist, I did not recognise the anger for what it was. He was fun to be with, life to him was one big party, as they say. I am not proud of all I did when with Gregor, but it was intoxicating. To a vampyre there can be no greater love than the pursuit of our own desires.” He took another breath in, as if telling me this about himself, could be his undoing. Could be the one thing that makes me turn away.
    I didn't comfort him. What could I say? I knew he had a life