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               Christopher looked intently at his fledgling. "I want you take take her to the lair. She will stay there with us tonight. Tommorow she will face the Council. This is not negotiable David."
           David picked the unconscious Jenna up and they flew quickly back to the lair, wanting to beat the sun, which would soon be rising.
           "She doesn't even know what she is." David said.
           "Explain it to her if you will." Christopher said. "Perhaps that will ease the shock of what must come."
           "This is wrong, Christopher." David said.
           "That is for the Council to decide and not you or me."

            Jenna woke later in the lair of Christopher. It was not a very pleasant place, it was the inside of a crypt. But it wasn't the dead man buried within that gave her the creeps, it was the men who should have been dead. Especially the blonde.
            Even though the dark haired man was obviously a vampire, for some reason, he had tried to stop the other man from killing her, and as unusual as that might seem, that made him the only friend she had.
           "What do you want with me?" She asked fearfully.
           "My master has been selected by the Council to retrieve you and bring you before them for judgement."
            "Council?" She said. "What Council?"
            The Council of Elders. Vampires that rule the world of the dead.
            "Why am I too be judged?" She asked.
            "Because of your existence." He replied. "You are a hybrid, Jenna, half Hunter, half Psychic vampire. And you are awakening.
            "Awakening?" She asked curiously. "What will happen to me?" She asked.
            "Hybrids are given a choice. Eternal service to the Council or death." He said nonchalantly.
             "This can't be happening to me. I just want to go back to the way things were. Before I met either one of you." She asked.
              "My master will not allow it." He said. "I'm sorry."
              She looked intently at the young vampire, who finally collapsed against the stone wall from the loss of blood.
              "You need to feed." She said.
              "I'll be all right." He said.
               She offered him her wrist. I got you into this, its only right, she said softly in his mind during the colloquay of the soul.
               Suddenly he knew the woman inside out. Her joys her fears, what it was like to be awakening, and he knew he had to do what he could to help her.