Devotion

You know the reason for your books–to create more awareness of evil so Normans will better prepare themselves. And they will. Those who want to be turned would want to anyway. You have done more good than harm.'

'But can't we do something?' I demanded as I plopped into my chair.

Solomon's gaze swept over my face. 'We try to prevent vampire turnings–and Were infections, too– whenever possible. We place our soldiers on the same battlefields the Daemoni target, and Martin's intelligence group tracks those vamps who have a history of turnings. We also maintain a heavy presence where Daemoni vamps prefer to gather.'

'Such as Key West?'

'Key West has not had a turning in more than a decade because of our presence,' he confirmed with a nod. 'The vamps favor tourist havens, because their victims are often drunk, making them easy prey. The older ones, those with more control, can drink from the sources without draining them, and the Normans have no recollection the next morning. They remember–what is the modern saying?–a one-night stand.'

I thought of the vampires in my books and how they could not only feed off fear, but also off lust. Biting and blood during sex provided the greatest satisfaction to both parties. The magic in the vampire's saliva entered the victim's bloodstream through the bite, creating a sense of euphoria. I had thought, at one time, I had taken that idea from when Tristan had helped me heal the deep gash on my leg, the night I learned who he really was. His mouth on my leg had nearly brought me to my first real orgasm. Now, I realized, Tristan's ability to do that–both heal me and excite me in such a strange way–came from the vampire DNA embedded in his genes. I suddenly wondered if Solomon and Rina … I blushed. No way could I ask him that.

'Do you drink only mages' blood?' I asked instead. 'I mean … have you ever drank Rina's?'

Solomon's brows arched, creating several horizontal lines across his forehead. 'Blood from an Amadis daughter is very precious. Very powerful, but very precious. I've only had her blood once, when I was dying, and only because she forced me.'

An idea occurred to me. 'Did you absorb any of her Amadis powers, such as telepathy? I mean, the same way you absorb mages' magic?'

'I did not drink enough. I do not know if it is possible, and it is best not to find out.'

'Well, how much magic can you gain from a mage? Can you become as powerful as them?'

Solomon seemed to consider the question, rubbing his chin.

'I have never heard of a vamp gaining that much magic,' he finally said. 'Perhaps if they fed off a powerful warlock for an extended period of time or from a sorcerer … but we cannot risk our most powerful, and I doubt a sorcerer would allow a vamp within arm's length of their blood.' He made a sound that almost sounded like a snort. 'Thank goodness, too! We do not need a vampire loose with that much power.'

Hmm. Could perhaps a vampire, such as Julia, block Rina's powers if they'd had the right kind or amount of blood? A possibility, although Solomon didn't seem to think so.

'So, what would make you so weak for Rina to give her blood to you? How can you die? Tristan and Char say it's nearly impossible to kill a vampire.'

'Vampires and enchanted silver,' he said. 'Another vampire can greatly weaken us without killing. So can silver, and if it has been enchanted, the metal can kill us. We need blood to regain our strength. Without blood, we continue to grow weaker until we eventually dry up into corpses … until blood regenerates us.'

'Only vamps and silver blades can kill you? There's no other way? A stake to the heart?'

Solomon chuckled. 'Vampires started that legend, as well as allergies to garlic and the need to be invited into a home. These stories give the Normans a false sense of security, and vampires embrace it. They pretend to be frightened away, only to return later for the unsuspected attack. Vampires enjoy playing with their food.'

And it was such statements, along with the wide, white grin on Solomon's face, that made him so frightening.

I swallowed, pushing down the unnecessary fear. 'And the myth of not being able to come out during the day?'

'Started by the Amadis. The idea was to make Normans more fearful of being out at night, alone in the dark when vampires prefer to hunt.'

'So the sun has no effect at all?'

'I would not say that. It can weaken us. And most prefer the night because it is easier to hunt. Many come out only in darkness, and the longer they live nocturnally, the more the sun affects them. Some can be weakened to the strength of a mere man at the sun's full height at noon.'

I lifted an eyebrow. 'That's how Bram Stoker's Dracula is.'

Solomon nodded. 'Yes, he had some details right. Whether they were guesses or an actual vampire gave him the information, nobody knows.'

'What about beheading?'

'Only with an enchanted blade. With such a blade, you can slice a vampire into pieces, the only way you can kill one. You must burn all the pieces, however, or the vampire will put himself back together.'

My stomach rolled at the thought. 'And you said silver hurts?'

'It weakens us, but it does not necessarily kill. Silver affects all Daemoni to a certain degree.'

 'So are you affected by silver now? After becoming Amadis?'

'No. That is the strange thing about the metal. Many believe the Angels enchanted silver in the Earth's beginnings to protect people against evil. Some believe silver is an element brought to us from the Otherworld. But that may just be a story … fiction.'

I lifted an eyebrow. 'Fiction? There seems to be truth in much fiction.'

Solomon chuckled again. 'Yes, there does, doesn't there? The best stories–and the best lies–are woven around the truth. It is up to us to discover which is which.'

Chapter 9

'Well, Alexis,' Charlotte said a week later, pressing her palm to her forehead as she studied her clipboard, 'the discs are out, you're not bad with knives, but your swordsmanship skills are quite lacking.'

I grimaced, feeling as though I'd been given a big, fat F. The coronation ceremony was only a few days away and afterward, Char would be back out in the field. She'd pretty much come as far as she could with me, and I'd disappointed her. 'Sorry. I can't get comfortable with the sword. Tristan says to make it one with me, but I just don't feel it.'

Char waved her hand in dismissal. 'No worries. It takes years to become an excellent swordsman. Besides, swords are impractical in the Norman world anyway. They can be cloaked, of course, but they're cumbersome when you're mainstreaming.' Her hand darted into her cleavage and, in a snap, she produced a long-bladed, double-edged knife. She grinned at my surprise. 'Which is why I prefer daggers.' She handed it to me. 'Let's see what you can do with this. Tristan?'

Tristan selected his favorite weapon–himself. With all the talk he'd given me about not completely relying on my powers, and about needing to be able to fight in all kinds of situations and with whatever tools I had, he used nothing but the gifts he'd been given. Of course, he'd had centuries of training and could paralyze someone in an instant, making weapons virtually pointless, although new ones were being made for him, 'to be prepared for anything' as he put it.

The only way to evade his power was to be behind him, but he was so alert and so fast, it was nearly impossible to be behind him long enough to make a difference. I was the only one who'd been able to take him on and match his power, although he'd still nearly won. In fact, it hadn't really been me who beat him that day. It had been the Amadis power boosted by a miracle.

In training, however, my Amadis power was useless, having only a positive effect on other Amadis, and I hadn't been allowed to use my electrical power except a few times when Charlotte needed to see what I could do and then see how it had strengthened over time. So practicing with the dagger with Tristan meant using only my speed and agility.

The dagger felt more natural in either of my hands than any other weapon we'd tried. I easily danced around Tristan with it, twisting and turning without tripping myself up as I had done with the sword. Right when