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Tension filled the stone statue in Mia's arms, and she almost regretted at once asking the question. But it was just as important as it was not to flee from truths that were unpleasant to learn. Her hands returned to her side, as Solenne slipped from his perch on the counter, rolling his head and facing her, sharp teeth suddenly lying against his lips. She listened to him explain the involvement of hypnosis - which, Mia mused distantly, seemed rather kindly - and ask in a way that was mirthless, [i]"Still think I'm a catch?"[/i]

Mia gave an incredulous look. [color=6ecff6]"Of course."[/color] Solenne was many things - musically-talented, debonair, intelligent, gentle, a vampire - but he was not the beast he mentioned, was he? They were separate entities, one wresting control from the other at inopportune moments. Now, however, was not one of them.

[color=6ecff6]"All the people you feed from,"[/color] she continued, because curiosity was impossible to quench when giving the first taste of water, [color=6ecff6]"do they all...die?"[/color] Lore and legend would have it that two breeds of vampires existed: those whose feeding ended in sure casualties; and those who could see their victims off alive, if a little drunken in their steps.