He kissed the top of her head, leaned his face down to nuzzle her cheek. “You don’t have to answer now. When you’re ready, I’ll listen. It was a long time ago, nothing says we have to talk about it today.” “I killed the vampire who turned me, and if the power structure had an inkling it was me, they’d destroy me before the sun set another single time. It took me over two hundred years to find the strength to stand up to him, and there’s no way I should’ve been able to kill him. He was stronger than Abbott is today, and I was a babe who’d never been taught how to harness my power.” “Then how did you manage?” “Ironically, in part because he’d never taught me anything about being a vampire. I figured some of the mental stuff out on my own, by trial and error. Later, another vampire taught me properly, and he saw into my memories, knew the truth of what happened, but he also saw the horror of my first two hundred years, and he never told anyone what I’d done.
