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Kersen was sitting in a chair in a room in the Blood Diamond. The room was light tight, there was a large bed in the middle, and currently there was a dead girl in it.

A girl who, sometime before dawn, would be waking up craving blood. Whose human life would be over. And who was now Kersen's responsibility for eternity.

He dropped his head into his hands, and didn't even hear the door open and Eric enter the room.

Date: 2016-08-05 02:18 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] thenorthman
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"The Magister's gone back to his hotel," he stated, after closing the door behind him. Eric had never been more glad of Janette's arrival in London than when he had known trials would take place in London. He had yet to acquire any other property to actually live on, the sort where he would not mind putting up the Magister as much as he would have here.

Date: 2016-08-05 02:25 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] thenorthman
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"You got off easy," Eric stated, which was a different thing. He crossed his arms, watching the dead girl. "How long? Will you stay here through the day?"

Date: 2016-08-05 02:36 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] thenorthman
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"Your maker didn't teach you?" Eric asked, frowning slightly. He knew that the vampire in question was now... less than maker-like in his behavior towards Kersen, but he had assumed - perhaps wrongly - that it had not always been the case.

Date: 2016-08-05 02:46 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] thenorthman
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"You teach her," Eric replied, although it was obvious. Kersen might just need to hear it. "About our rules, our society, and how to control her hunger. How to sate it. I have a girl on stand-by for when she wakes. Don't let her kill her."

She was a good dancer.

Date: 2016-08-05 03:04 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] thenorthman
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"If she can't control herself, you'll have a hard time keeping her off of them," Eric replied with a shrug. "How did you learn?"

Date: 2016-08-05 03:12 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] thenorthman
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Eric's lips curved into a slight smile, very faintly amused. "This is going to be hell for you."

Date: 2016-08-05 12:32 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] thenorthman
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"She's a teenager," Eric answered nonchalantly. "She'll hate you one day, love you the next. Isn't that what they do?"

If she had any sense, she would be thankful for what Kersen had done, in the end. That might take some time, depending on her life, but they had time.

Date: 2016-08-05 03:25 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] thenorthman
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"Well, she's not living here," Eric remarked. The whole thing was distasteful; he couldn't imagine being forced to make a vampire, when the bond meant so much. He had never understood vampires who made others without a second's thought.

Date: 2016-08-05 04:06 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] thenorthman
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"You'll know when she wakes up," Eric answered, considered the dead girl, then added, "And stops freaking out."

Date: 2016-08-05 05:58 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] thenorthman
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"You got off easy," Eric reiterated his earlier statement. He was silent for a beat, then added, "I'll have blood brought in, but I'll keep someone on stand-by."

Date: 2016-08-05 06:38 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] thenorthman
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"Don't mention it," Eric told him, only the barest hint of dark humor in the words, before he turned to go and leave Kersen with his progeny. He paused before he reached the door, looking back at the younger vampire. "How much of a bond is there between maker and progeny, for your breed?"

Date: 2016-08-05 07:26 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] thenorthman
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"Yes," Eric confirmed with a nod, and decided against pressing the matter. Instead, he opened the door and left Kersen alone with his progeny.

Date: 2016-08-05 08:46 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] trustearned
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Michael picked up almost immediately. "Yes."

Hoping against hope that it would be Kersen at the end of the line.

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