Looking up again, Trevor met
Kemp’s gaze. “I went… crazy is the best description. I guess I tried to kill
myself although I had no memory of that. A man found me, nursed me back to
health, and then gave me a place to stay.”
“And,” Kemp said, hazarding
a guess, “he was a vampyre.”
“Yes. Long story short I
regained my memory eventually, and with it I got something I suppose you could
call a conscience of sorts. I’m not so ready to wipe all the vampyres off the
face of the earth any more. At least,” he smiled slightly, “not without some
sort of proof that they deserve it.”
“But how do you know one way
or the other? I mean... Okay, yeah the ones tonight were obviously wicked, and at
least from my point of view my father and brother aren’t. But what about the
hundreds of others out there?”
“One simple rule for
starters, if you see one attack a human then it’s ninety-nine percent certain
you can whack them without a bit of guilt. If you come upon one who is
just feeding you need to be a bit more cautious. The one being fed on may be the
vampyre’s ghoul, which is a human who willingly allows the vampyre to drink his
blood for whatever reason. Usually it’s because he gets something in return, an
extended life and/or increased sexual satisfaction.”
Kemp’s eyes lit up for a
moment. “I know about ghouls, of course, but I wasn’t sure about the whole sex
thing.”
“Down boy,” Trevor replied,
chuckling. “Yes it’s true but you don’t want to run out and find the first
female, or,” he took a long look at Kemp, “in your case I assume a male vampyre
and throw yourself on them hoping they’ll have you flying to the moon each time
they fuck you.”
“Definitely male in my
case,” Kemp admitted; not that it wasn’t apparent to most people. “And anyway I
really don’t want one feeding off me.”
“Your father and brother
never tried?”
Kemp looked at him in shock.
“Of course not. That’s why I know about ghouls. My father has several. I don’t
know about Leif though. I think he just enthralls someone, drinks and then
wipes their memory.”
“Or bags it like my friend.
Anyway, that’s not the point. You,” Trevor pointed a finger at Kemp, “have to
let loose of your fear of what you are and begin learning how to open yourself
to it and learn to use the powers you have.”
Kemp nodded, rubbing his
forehead. “Yeah, I guess. You really will help me?”
“I offered didn’t I?”
“And I accept.”
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