A mere breath of a word escapes Cecilia's
lips--"undeath." As you become more fascinated, you feel yourself being drawn
torwards Cecilia. The vampire looks away from the girl-woman who rests in
her arms, and straight at you. You hear a voice suddenly in your mind.
Spirit,
join her. You may make her transition to My state less difficult, a sardonic
smile flashes fangs at you through the night,
though no less painful or
unfortunate. The drawing becomes more intense. For a moment you are blind,
and then you look at the world though Cecilia's eyes. The woman before you
smiles, and again fangs flash silver in the dim moonlight. She unsheathes
a small knife hidden in the sash which is tied around her waist. You feel
the shiver of fear through Cecilia's mind at the sight of the knife, and
her sudden pang of doubt about the one who she has named Stranger in her
mind. She looks at the knife for a moment, and you hear the mind-voice again.
Pure silver, forged in the ancient days when I walked as a mortal.