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It was beautiful tonight. The full moon gently grazed the shadowed mountains across the lake, scattering splintered white light on the dark water. It was the third time that she had watched the full moon rise since becoming a vampire, and each time it mesmerised her. Every time she sat here on the picnic table at the shore of the huge lake, she felt more comfortable with herself and her new life.

Lilith held her knees to her chest, sitting with her booted feet on the edge of the table. A chill wind blew strands of her long fair hair, so they danced across the moon like waves, and snuck icy fingers through her thick black jumper to drain her skin of what little heat she had, but she didn’t move from the spot. She didn’t mind the cold, not when there was so much beauty surrounding her. She wanted to drink it in, make the most of such a rare moment, and listen to the call of the night and hear the silence of the deep woods around her.

There was a feeling growing inside her though, one which couldn’t be quietened so easily anymore and one which even stole into her time out in the night, whispering to her. She couldn’t deny what it said.

She was hiding out at the cabin.

Lincoln had gone into Oslo to see the bloodline again. He had been going more and more often since her arrival at the cabin with him and she knew that they were becoming restless without their true leader.

Her.

She also knew that Lincoln was growing tired of having to try to control the bloodline for her. He would never say it, but she could sense his fatigue and the stress that always lingered around him whenever he returned to her. Which he was due to do tonight. She could feel him getting closer already, could sense him through the bond they shared, and she knew that when he came to her, it would be with more news of unrest and he would again ask her to go to the bloodline and take command.

Lilith was afraid though. The thought of taking command of a bloodline and being responsible for any human death at their hands frightened her. The vampire hunter in her didn’t want to go. The vampire in her was ashamed of her weakness.

She rested her chin on her black jean-clad knees and sighed.

The water lapped softly at the stony shore of the lake but the sense of peace it should have given her wouldn’t come tonight.

Her new abilities didn’t bother her. They were so similar to her old ones that she was already accustomed to them. It was drinking blood and becoming a leader that she couldn’t grow used to. Lincoln often gave his own blood to her, or packs stolen from the main hospital in Oslo. She knew that he only did it to be kind to her, and she appreciated his understanding, but she also knew that one day she would have to drink human blood from the source. She couldn’t always deny that part of her, the part that lusted for the hunt and the kill. As she grew stronger, it did too, and now she was beginning to feel a dark need to make her first kill.

Lincoln had told her that she couldn’t merely feed and let the human live. It was against the law and she had seen enough of the Law Keepers to last her eternity. She didn’t want to stand before them again. It would be her death this time. They had only been lenient on them because Lord Hyperion had given her, as the new master of her bloodline, the final word on the verdict. She had chosen to save their lives.

If she exposed their existence to the world by taking blood without killing the human, then she would face the Law Keepers and the sentence would be death. Her word wouldn’t matter this time.

The fat moon rose higher, clearing the mountains and casting white light down on their snow-capped peaks.

Lincoln was closer. She could feel him stronger now.

Lilith sighed and stared at the moon, asking it with her heart what she should do. It spoke to her as it did all vampires, calling her to hunt and to feed, to surrender to her true nature.

She was stronger. Perhaps it was time that she faced her bloodline and accepted responsibility for them. It was time that she accepted herself. She had chosen to give her life to Lincoln and be reborn as a vampire. She had to start living life again and no longer hide in the dark wilderness.

A car stopped near the cabin up the slope behind her. She listened to the engine cease, and then the door close, and then smiled when she heard footsteps coming towards her.