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the dim interior I frowned. Small tendrils of power emanated from the area. She was trying to hide from me. I didn’t really blame her. Shifting my weight to one side I ran a hand through my hair, sighing loudly.

“You know, if you had just stayed asleep like a good little girl and not gone out into the sun like a moron this wouldn’t have happened.”

An agitated growl crept from behind me. She didn’t like being called a moron it seemed. Had she still been a pure breed I would have be decapitated but because of the chromosome that now circulated through her body I was faster, matching her in strength and speed. As her claws closed around my neck I dropped, slipping through her grip before she could tighten it.

Reaching into the pocket of my jacket I pulled out my Ruger. As I dropped Saoirse growled, taking a step back so she could grab my hair again. I whirled, ripping a couple strands of hair out by the root when she pulled in the opposite direction.

“Stop” I said as calmly as I could manage.

She was starting to piss me off. When she opened her mouth to hiss at me I shoved the small LCR Revolver in her diagram. There was a small shutter through her body as the hardened steel object became apparent. She understood the dynamics of it but I felt the need to voice her demise.

“I’m sure even you realize that at this range your heart will explode if I pull this trigger.”

“What do you want.”

Smirking at her obvious distain I shook my head. “I thought about helping you, but if all you want to do is get revenge for a misunderstanding forget it.”

“Misunderstanding!?” She shouted, “I’m a fucking half breed, what is to misunderstand about that?”

I wasn’t going to go over my plan to ditch her when she was asleep. At first it had actually worked. During the day she was a corpse, a little blood exchange wouldn’t hurt her. As toxic as my blood was to a pure breed it wouldn’t harm them unless they came into direct contact with gamma radiation. In other words if she had stayed in the dark she would have been fine.

“Do you want to reverse the effects or not?”

“You can’t reverse a blood exchange.” She snapped.

Rolling my eyes I lowered the gun slightly. “Hear me out before you jump to conclusions.” When she didn’t move I tried a different approach. “It’s not like you have anything to lose.”

She half barked at me. Releasing my hair she stepped back, eyes full of hate. Clicking the safety on I pocketed the Ruger LCR Revolver. I was about to do something I knew I would regret.

“Follow me, there is someone you need to meet.” I said slowly.

When she didn’t answer I just turned and leapt over the wall separating the highway from the small chain of shops. I could only hope that for Saorise’s sake Janus was in a good mood. I hoped for my sake he was in a good mood.

Chapter 8 - Saoirse

I roar at the top of my lungs and send my fist into the hard concrete building. My hand erupts with pain and I scream again. "Why the fuck did I do that!?" I growl as I cradle my poor broken hand.

"That was intelligent," Clair's sarcastic words make my blood boil. 

"Go take a stake to the heart!" I snap, she edges closer but I growl under my breath and she stops. 

"I'm trying to help you," she rolls her eyes but guilt radiates from her skin like heat.

"Really? Buy me a new car then, don't try and cure the incurable." I rage as I try to stand up but the strength in my legs and I go crashing to the ground. 

Clair rushes over to me and is about to touch me but then she looks at the pure hatred dripping from the pores in my face and backs off. "The blood poisoning is making you as weak as a common Mensen, you should have stayed out of the sun," her cold voice says as she kicks the ground.

"Well, when a thief steals your secrets you tend to risk a bit of a sun burn!" I try to stand again but for the time being I seem to be paralysed from the waist down; and with a broken hand I'm not in the safest position. 

Knowing my only weapon is my weak unbroken left hand Clair squats down beside me and smiles; it's a forced smile and makes me feel edgy. "You need my help and you're a fool if you don't see that." She says simply.

I roll my eyes but see the danger I'm in staying out here. I'm unable to transport myself and because we are behind a rather popular café, someone is bound to discover me half dying from the lack of blood I need to mend my broken bones and the constant sun damaging my skin. Once people discover my state I will be sent to the hospital and the doctors will scratch their heads at the slow heart beat and the retractable fangs. Closing my eyes I silently curse the gods of fait, wishing desperately that I could have had a change in my destiny, but if this is the road the gods have chosen for me then I must walk down it, or in my case me carried. 

I nod my head, "I'll go with you, but if you step out of line or I suspect you're a danger to me . . . I'll rip your fuckin' throat out!" I hiss through my clenched teeth. 

I wish I could think of a better threat but my mind is a swirling vortex of grey mist and I'm finding it difficult to sort my words out. Slowly Clair lifts me up bridal style and walks out onto the street. I thought she'd take a more secret route but she trudges through the street, oblivious to the harsh stare of the public or she doesn't care. A small woman carrying a taller woman with sliced wrists and in a pair of boxers and top is going to attract one or two eager eyes. 

But as other eyes widen at such a sight mine begin to grow heavy, the madness of the day finally starting to strike my beaten body. "Saorise you have to stay awake," but Clair's gentle words have no effect on the bone shacking tiredness attacking me.

I lose the battle that my body is trying to fight and slip from conscious and into the welcome arms of dreams. ". . . but there has to be something!" A woman's irritated voice reaches my ears. 

I'm lying on a steel table and I'm awake but I haven't the energy to open my basically glued shut eyelids. "I am sorry; Clair, but even I can do nothing. The best thing for her is to be put down!" This time a man's voice snaps, clearly Clair has been yapping for some time. 

"You won't harm her, you will save her!" She growls, she must be close to me because I can hear her more clearly and the frustration in her voice is enough to match my own.

I can't move any part of my body, it's like the nerves that controls my movement has been sliced away from my brain and now I'm left to rot like a potato. I try to speak but along with my useless legs and arms my vocal cords will not obey my wish. Now would be a perfect time for Vampire Hunters to attack! 

The man sighs and I hear footsteps walk closer to me, "I cannot save her, the blood has already spread through her body, also she was in the sun for too long. Even if she had stayed in the shadows it would have been difficult." I feel the man rest his hands on the table. 

"But I've seen you do it before!" Clair snaps as she hits her fist of the metal table. My eyes remain close but I can feel her looking at me. "Please, Janus, I owe her." Once again the man sighs and tuts like a school teacher of old. 

"I am sorry, my child, but there is nothing to be done. The poison has spread, I suggest we get her some blood so her arm can mend and she can regain consciousness." 

This time Clair sighs, "very well, I tried and if she must remain a Half Blood, then so be it." She tries to say it with the same coldness as ice but her voice cracks and her guilt drips from her words like the deadly blood swarming through my veins. 

"I am afraid that is the way it must be. Now, Clair, I am certain you did not come here just for this young woman." He moves away from the table and I listen to him walk across the room and sit on a creaky chair.

It's only now I realise that there is a large fire place and the heat swarms my grateful body."No, I wanted to help her but I'm not here just for Saorise," Clair sighs and I feel her stare turn away from me and she walks over to the Janus man.

I don't hear her take a seat so I assume she is standing up and pacing. "Why are you here, Clair?"

Chapter 9 - Clair

“Why are you here, Clair?”

Lips twitching I frowned at my creator. Normally I would have been nervous; worried I would push him too far and get myself killed. But now, now I had Saoirse to worry about. Spearing the blonde pure blood with my eyes I snorted.

“To cure Saoirse,” I barked. Janus’s pale lips parted, “I’ve seen you do it before, Janus.” 

His brow crinkled under his disappointed glare. “I told you there is nothing I can do.”

I glanced at Saoirse. She was still, but something told me she was conscious. I wasn’t entirely sure why I thought she was, her eyes were closed, body as still as stone. Shaking my head I took three steps closer to Janus. Bowing my head I glared at the floor. I wanted to do this; I wanted to risk his anger.

“Shall we talk outside, Master?”

There was a long moment of silence as Janus contemplated my request. I stared at the floor so nothing on my face betrayed me. There was one defiant way to make him cure her. I had no reason to believe he was giving me the whole truth.

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