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still stood over them.
    “Tell me more about being a vampire.
How would I become one, and if I were to agree, what would my life be like?”
    Nathaniel smiled, not sure who she
was asking. She had a preference for Michael last night, but if he was honest,
would it be all right if he spoke?
    “May I answer?”
    She sat down gracefully, inclining
her head.
    “Of course,
Nathaniel. You are the calm, lovely one.”
    He wasn’t quite sure how to take her
comment. She had placed them both in categories that had no overlap. Michael
and he overlapped a lot, but it just wasn’t obvious initially.
    “We would turn you by feeding you
our blood, and your life as a vampire would be one of
sleeping during the day, living at night, and drinking blood once a week or so.
As we get older we do not need it as much.”
    She nodded.
    “And I will live forever?”
    He nodded. God
willing, if they were careful with her.
    “Vampires can be killed, of course,
but we will keep you safe.”
    Margaret walked over to the main
chair as she had the night before and sat. They sat on the chaise lounges,
staring at her.
    What else would she ask or want to
know?
    “Tell me how you were both turned
into vampires.”
    Nathaniel smiled, not really wanting
to share all the horrific details.
    “I had a female vampire like my face
and decide to turn me into her lifelong play-thing.”
    Beside him, Michael chuckled. He
always found that story interesting.
    “Yes, it was a pity she hadn’t found
out where Nathaniel’s passion lay before she did that.”
    Nathaniel turned and raised an
eyebrow at his lover.
    “Then we would never have met my
love.”
    Michael smiled. “True.”
    In truth, he thanked his maker every
day for making him a vampire. He was fast, strong, and loved with a passion
unsurpassed by any human experience.
    Michael then turned and smiled at
Margaret.
    “I was sick, dying actually, and my
maker thought I was too handsome and young to die, so he saved me.”
    Nathaniel felt the usual kick to his
chest when Michael said the words. To think that he had once been so close to
death was a horrible feeling.
    “And who will I feed from? Who do
you both feed off?”
    Margaret asked her next question,
already absorbing their information. Nathaniel admired how clever she was.
Given time, she would run both him and Michael around in circles.
    “We generally feed from whores, as
they offer and we pay. Though you may feed from whomever you like, Margaret,
the elders don’t like us drawing attention to ourselves.”
    She nodded again, but her eyes
narrowed dangerously.
    “How would I deal with my normal
life? Would I be able to continue as I am for a few years? Or would we fake my
death? What is your plan?”
    Nathaniel swallowed. He didn’t know
the answer to that question, and he had the uncomfortable feeling that whatever
they said would make a big difference to her answer. Fearless Michael spoke up
instead.
    “It probably wouldn’t be wise to
stay in your life, Margaret. The first few years are the hardest to control
your thirst and your fangs. It would be best if you just walked away. We could
move to France. Stay there for a decade or two. Come back to London later if
you wished.”
    Nathaniel nodded along with his
mate, grateful for Michael’s quick thinking.
    Margaret paused to absorb that for a
moment then stood up with regal grace and smiled at them both.
    She began to walk towards the door
and called over her shoulder to them.
    “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
    Nathaniel looked at Michael, and
they moved as one, running after her. He swept her up into his arms, and she
laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was so light but felt so good
in his arms.
    “First door on
the left.” Margaret waved her arm as they
ascended the stairs.
    Michael opened the door, and they
stepped through before he closed the door behind them.
    Nathaniel dropped his lips onto
Margaret’s and groaned when she kissed him back with all the fire and