“What happened to you, Falcon? And I don’t mean your wounds.” The fear for him she felt deep within her soul had been overwhelming in those moments before their communication.
Falcon shoved a hand through his long hair. He had to tell her the truth. The demon in him was stronger than ever. He had waited too long, been in too many battles, made too many kills. “Sara,” he said softly. “We have a few choices, but we must make them swiftly. We do not have the time to wait until you fully understand what is happening. I want you to remain quiet and listen to what I have to say, and then we will have to make our decisions.”
Sara nodded gravely, her eyes on his face. He was struggling, she could see that clearly. She knew he feared for her safety. She wanted to smooth the lines etched so deeply into his face. There was blood smeared on his temple, a thin trail that only accented the deep weariness around his mouth. His shirt was tattered and bloody, with four distinct rips. Every cell in her body cried out to hold him, to comfort him, yet she sat very still, waiting for what was to come.
“I have tied us together in life or death. If something were to happen to me, you would find it very difficult to continue without me. We must get to the Carpathian Mountains and my people. This enemy is an ancient and very powerful. He is determined that you are his, and nothing will deter him from hunting you. I believe you are in danger during both the hours of sunlight and darkness.”
Sara nodded. She wasn’t about to argue with him. The vampire had been relentless in his pursuit of her.
She had been lucky in her escapes, willing to run at the smallest sign that he was near. Had the vampire stalked her silently, he would have had her, she was certain, but he didn’t seem to credit her ability to ignore his summons. “He’s used creatures during the day before.” She looked down at her hands. “I burned one of them.” She admitted it in a low voice, ashamed of herself.
Falcon, feeling her guilt like a blow, took her hands, turned them over, and placed a kiss in the center of each palm. “The vampire’s ghouls are already dead. They are soulless creatures, living on flesh and the tainted blood of the vampire. You were lucky to escape them. Killing them is a mercy. Believe me, Sara, they cannot be saved.”
“Tell me our choices, Falcon. It is nearly morning and I’m feeling very anxious for you. Your wounds are serious. You need to be looked after.” She could hardly bear the sight of him. He was smeared with blood and so weary he was drooping. Her fingers smoothed back stray strands of his long black hair.
“My wounds truly are not serious.” He shrugged them off with a casual ripple of his shoulders. “When I go to ground, the soil will aid in healing me. While I am locked within the earth, you will be alone and vulnerable. During certain hours of the day I am at my weakest and cannot come to your aid. At least not physically. I would prefer that you remain by my side at all times to know you are safe.”
Her eyes widened. “You want me to go beneath the earth with you? How would that be possible?” There were things left undone, things she needed to do in the daylight hours. Business hours. The world didn’t accommodate Falcon’s people so readily.
“You would have to become fully like me.” He said it softly, starkly. “You would have all the gifts of my people, and also the weaknesses. You would be vulnerable during daylight hours, and you would require blood to sustain your life.”
She was silent for a moment, turning his words over in her mind. “I presume that if I were like you, that would not be so abhorrent to me. I would crave blood?”
He shrugged. “It is a fact of our lives. We do not kill; we keep our prey calm and unknowing. I would provide for you, and it would not be in such a way that you would find it uncomfortable.”