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As soon as the last of the library recipients had left, Lucien and Kaitlin had the place to themselves. They were still doing their research on his nemesis.
It turned out that in life, Damon Simone had started off as a wealthy landowner. Then in his late twenties, he had gone into battle against the Dane Siward, earl of Northumberland, in 1057.
Shortly afterwards, he had disappeared.
“My guess,” Kaitlin was saying, “is that he must have transformed during or after this battle.”
Lucien slowly shook his head in confusion. “We’ve gone through three different encyclopedias, and looked the internet about him. We found all that we can about him, and yet not one word about Mariam.”
“Perhaps he didn’t know her until well after his transformation.”
Lucien shrugged. “Perhaps.”
The door behind them suddenly opened and a cold draft filled the room, causing Kaitlin to shiver. When she saw who entered the room, however, her moth fell opened.
Lucien stood in front of Kaitlin, using himself as a shield to protect her. “You!” he whispered, staring at the man who had just walked in.
Damon Simone gave him a nasty grin. “Me,” he said in a cold voice.
“Lucien,” Kaitlin half-whimpered.
“Leave, Kaitlin,” Lucien demanded. “Get out through the back door!”
“Lucien!”
“Now!”
Recognizing the urgent tone in his voice, Kaitlin quickly took his keys from the table behind them and ran off.
Damon continued to stare at Lucien with that mocking grin on his face. “Do you honestly think you can protect her from me?”
Lucien glared at him with intense hatred before Damon grabbed him by the throat and tossed him aside. Just as when Damon continued to walk on ahead, Lucien grabbed Damon’s ankle.
Damon only kicked his hand away. Cursing, Lucien rose to his feet and ran after him.
“Lucien,” a deep, Scottish-accented voice called out to him.
Lucien turned to his right and saw, to both his anger and fear, that Damon was grabbing Kaitlin by the jaw, his fangs aiming at her throat. Kaitlin was standing as still as she could, no doubt in fear of her life.
“Surrender yourself to me,” Damon said in his cold-sounding voice, “and I will release your precious wife.”
“Lucien, don’t!” Kaitlin cried.
Damon tightened his grip on her jaw. “You have only a few seconds to decide.”
“Take me, then!” Lucien cried, quickly. “Leave her alone!”
Damon grinned, tossing Kaitlin aside. “How brave of you,” he snarled.
Before anyone could move, someone pounced on Damon. Kaitlin and Lucien were surprised to see who it was; it was the bearded vampire who attacked them the other night.
Philippe was gripping onto Damon’s throat, a feeling of intense loathing for his nemesis. “Still attacking the innocent, I see!” Philippe shouted.
Snarling, Damon punched Philippe and rose to his feet. “At least I know better than to betray my own kind.”
Philippe jumped to his feet, tearing off something he wore around his neck. “That’s where you’re wrong.” He held up a crucifix, holding it up to Damon’s face. “I was, nor will I ever, be your kind!”
Damon stared at the crucifix with fright before he turned and ran away, as though he were in pain. An instant later, he jumped out the nearest window.
Philippe sighed, breathing deeply as he turned to Kaitlin and Lucien. “Are you both alright?”
Lucien nodded, staring at him. “I’d say you have a great deal of explaining to do.”
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