Asmodeus(90)

"Brianna's in there?"



All stayed in front of him, creating a virtual brick wall.



He heard more gagging, followed by a fit of coughing.



What the hell was happening in that room? Better yet, what were they allowing to happen in that room? She will no longer be human…



"Get the hell out of my way. Now."



"Asmodeus—"



He shoved all six of them to the side and shouldered his way through the door.



What he saw stopped him cold.



Brianna sat up on the large bed holding a man's wrist to her mouth. Every now and again she would

let go of his wrist and gag.



The man turned to see who had come into the room. Ambrose. A Warrior Angel. The first vampire.



She will no longer be human…



"What in the hell are you doing?" Ambrose barked.



Brianna finally looked up at him. She looked stricken and sick to her stomach. But then recognition dawned. "Asmodeus?" She sounded as though her throat were raw. She tried getting off the bed, but Ambrose stopped her by holding her arm.



"Enough," Ambrose said, turning back to Brianna. "Finish or you won't live throughout the day."



She kept her eyes locked on his. When she opened her mouth to speak, he saw two fangs.



Jesus Christ! "Get off her!"



Asmodeus went for Ambrose's throat, and Raum and Naberius grabbed him from behind as Valencia placed herself between him and Ambrose. He fought against their hold, wanting to launch them across the room.



Ambrose pushed himself off the bed and stood to face him. "She has to finish. She's in a transition state right now. Get him the hell out of here."



He broke Raum's hold and was about to launch Naberius against the wall when Brianna shook her head, still looking shocked he was even there. "It's done, Asmodeus. Let me finish. It hurts."



"She's not finished feeding. If she doesn't continue her pain will only become more severe." Ambrose looked back at Brianna as if checking on her.



Asmodeus held up his hands, telling them without words he wasn't going to fight them any longer. Jesus, they had turned her into a vampire. "Finish then. But I stay."



She looked like she wanted to argue, but didn't have the strength. The dark blue eyes he loved so much were much lighter. Almost white. She nodded as Ambrose settled back on the bed.



When he held out his wrist she blanched. She looked as though she didn't want to feed. That must have been her gagging. He could see the two small pinpricks on her neck where Ambrose had drained her.



Ambrose put his wrist closer to her mouth. "You haven't taken enough."



She looked at his wrist as though it were a snake. "I thought you said this would seem natural to me."



Asmodeus slowly walked to the bed and sat on the other side of her. He would demand explanations later. Right now she needed to finish her transition. He had to touch her. Know that she truly was there…in the room. This was real.



He held her hand and squeezed.



As she squeezed back she lowered her head to Ambrose's wrist. She stayed on his wrist for the duration of the transition, falling asleep sitting up.



Asmodeus gently laid her back against the pillows.



"She'll sleep for a few days as her body adjusts."



"Explain to me the reason for this decision."



As Ambrose spoke of the reason for the change he felt hope rise in his chest. Had he found his redemption in Brianna and their child? Could they be saved with the blood of a vampire running through her veins?





Brianna came in and out of consciousness for the next few days. Ambrose had left, telling him he could supply the blood she would need now. She also had to be kept out of the sunlight at all costs.



Brianna hadn't taken any blood from him yet. She acted as though she would retch from the mere thought of it.



The sun was just now setting. She would be waking in a few short minutes. It was uncanny the way her body responded to the onset of twilight. Her eyes would open the second the sun was gone from the sky, an instinctual habit Ambrose had said was common in newly formed vampires.



Right on time, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled when she saw him, showing off her tiny fangs. "Good evening."



She thought it funny to say guud eeevning the way Dracula did in some obnoxious movie about vampires.



"Sleep well?"



"Like the dead."



Her way of coping with the transition had been humor. She was dealing with her new life quite well. Except for the blood-drinking aspect. "Ambrose said you should feed today."



All humor faded from her face. "Maybe later."



"I think now would be a good time."