Blood Life Seeker by Nicola Claire

for some more of my kind to get on the band wagon, then together we kick the evil undeads' butts. What do I do in the meantime?
    “So, how long until these other Nosferatin turn up with the special dose of powers needed?” I asked.
    “It could be soon, or many years, but the power that makes us what we are will determine when they are needed.”
    “And in the meantime, what do I do with this knowledge, because I'm telling you now, Nero, it's not much fun. It keeps me awake at night and threatens to consume me at odd times during the day. I sense when they will strike, I know where they are and that they intend someone harm, but I can't get to them all, can I? Or is that what I am meant to do? Is that why I can Dream Walk too?”
    Aside from Nero and myself, there is apparently only one other Nosferatin who can currently Dream Walk. It is a powerful tool in our belt, but also a rare one.
    “When the others arrive, it will be easier. You will be drawn to each other and then you will work together. You will not necessarily need to go to the evil, it may come to you. But alone, it would be unwise to face that amount of Darkness, alone it may consume you.”
    “So, how do I ignore it? I know without a doubt that someone, somewhere, is getting hurt, maybe killed. How can I not do something to help?”
    Nero brushed my hair back behind my ears, it's shoulder length and straight and sometimes can fall forward and get in the way. I hate tying it back. You'd think I would, fighting vampires, it's too much of a temptation to grab, but I'm a girlie girl through and through, despite my birthright and being an evil undead slayer, I just have to have girlie hair.
    “If you give in to it, you will place yourself in too much danger. Alone you cannot face what is out there. You are too precious now to risk. Your survival is paramount in our fight against the Dark. Without you the rest of the Prophesy will not succeed.”
    He saw the haunted and tormented look in my eyes. I didn't think I could ignore this. I didn't think I could stand idly by and watch the world be consumed by so much Darkness, watch the innocent die because of my inaction. I knew what he was saying made sense. I understood that I was needed when the others arrived to direct them to where the evil was, but I couldn't just do nothing, I wouldn't do nothing. I'm just not that kind of person.
    It's not that I'm a hero, or wish to be a martyr, far from it. I fear death, but I cannot watch others die when I could help. I did that once and it eats me up inside daily. It has taken a part of my soul from me, that I will never be able to reclaim. If I do nothing in the face of so much death and evil now, I will lose all of myself. I will cease to exist. Then how much help would I be to the others?
    He nodded, he understood. Sometimes it was like he could read my mind, or maybe he was just better at gauging my feelings, from the emotions playing across my face, than Michel is. But, sometimes, I felt more in tune with Nero than I could ever be with Michel. It frightened me. Nero was not my kindred Nosferatu. Nero and I did not share a particularly strong Bond. But Nero was the one I felt I could trust, implicitly, completely, without reservations. If only I could combine the two men, my life would be so much easier.
    “I will work on a spell that will bind me to you when you Dream Walk, then you shall not be alone. When you feel the need to be somewhere, when you feel that pull, I will know and I will come to where you are if I am able. But - and this you must promise me, Kiwi - do not Dream Walk intentionally right now. Should you Dream Walk twice in a night you will be vulnerable. If the Enforcer pulls you under and you have already Dream Walked once that day, you will be unable to rise. Your kindred vampyre may be able to protect your body while you rest, but then again, he may not. The Enforcer may be waiting for such an opportunity, he would be difficult to repel.”
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