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true reason for his current shackled state. He was being forced to accept the truth of what he had become. Well, the lesson had been driven home with insidious effectiveness. He no longer cared about right or wrong. Any sense of repulsion had vanished. There was only…attraction. Need. All-consuming thirst. The angled slashes across the woman’s torso were deep and blood continued to spill out of them. He watched as a thick stream of crimson slid down her inner thigh, then into the crook behind her knee and down the back of her atrophied calf. He kept watching in helpless fascination as the life continued to leak out of her, his frustration growing with each wasted droplet of precious blood. This was torture of a most exquisitely cruel variety. The thing he desired most— needed most—was so tantalizingly close…and yet so completely beyond his reach.
    He began another furious, flailing assault on the chains. Maddeningly, they gave no more than they had before. But this failure only further inflamed him. He screamed and flailed and raged until both his wrists snapped and his voice was reduced to an inaudible rasp. His broken bones knitted back together within minutes, but he was unable to maintain the intensity of the struggle.
    The bleeding woman’s head drooped forward. The blood had ceased spilling from the wounds because her heart was no longer pumping. She was dead.
    David sobbed quietly for hours.
    He was so hungry.
    So thirsty.
    Would there ever be any relief?
    The answer came a few long hours later. He sensed something rushing up at him again and knew the vampire was returning. She unlocked the chains, cradled him in her arms, and swooped back toward the ground. David felt dazed as she landed smoothly and set him down on his feet.
    On the ground in front of him was another bound woman. This one was much younger and infinitely more attractive than the pitiful, gray-skinned thing the vampire had used to taunt him. She’d been stripped naked. Unlike most of the pathetic things chained to the walls here, she retained most of her vitality, so much so David suspected she’d been freshly captured. She had long, midnight-black hair that fell lushly about her narrow shoulders. She was slender but curvy, with large breasts and long, exquisitely toned and tapered legs.
    She looked… delicious .
    That screaming, agonizing, overwhelming hunger returned with a vengeance and he strained toward her, but the vampire kept a firm lock on his wrist, holding him easily in place. “Look at me.”
    David looked at her.
    She smiled. “Yes. You are much more compliant now. Good. Do you want her, David?”
    He groaned. “Yes. More than anything.”
    “More than you want me?”
    David hesitated. He didn’t know how to answer that one. He only knew he didn’t want to piss her off again. “I…”
    “You said something about not knowing my name before. Would you like to know it?”
    David blinked at the abrupt shift of topic. He wanted the focus to remain on the apparent sacrificial offering chained up on the ground in front of him, but this was a tricky mental game the vampire was playing. He didn’t want to make any more missteps. “Um…sure. I’d like that.”
    “My name is Narcisa Vulpes.”
    She watched him with a strange glitter of expectation in her eyes.
    David coughed. “Okay. Cool.”
    “Do you like?”
    David summoned a smile. “It’s a fucking awesome name. Maybe the coolest ever.”
    “It’s Romanian.”
    David nodded eagerly, as if no one had ever said anything so astonishing. “Wow. Romanian. That’s super fantastic.”
    She relinquished her grip on his wrist. “Look at her, David. I selected her just for you. Are you pleased with my choice?”
    David nodded again. “Pleased. Yeah. That’s one word for it.”
    “Then take her. Drain the life from her. Complete your transformation.”
    David didn’t need to be told twice, even as her choice of words carved a niggling slice of doubt in what little