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     Theodora absently felt her neck, remembering where she had met the Her and how she had ended up like this. She was dead, or she should have been dead, but she stood now at her mirror in her tiny hotel room looking into her eyes. Moving, living, maybe not breathing but alive.

    It had been about two months since she met the woman who had forever changed her life. Her ‘Sire’ she heard others like her call the woman, what ever that meant. She was still so new, so unsure. All of it didn’t seem real, like some sick red sand induced nightmare.  She wanted to wake up, be back in her office on Omega, or in Afterlife. confused, but breathing.

    But that wasn’t going to happen, it wasn’t going to happen ever. She was dead, a vampire or a’kindred’ one of the now forever dammed.  A knock at the door of her hotel room gorged her attention from her reflection to the door. “Who is it?”

        Jack’s cold fingers lightly touched the door, a vibrating sensation under her touch, as if she could distinguish every atom from another. Her senses were heightened and she loved every second of this–this new her. As she pulled back and lightly knocked on the door now she smiled thoughtfully to herself. Perhaps this visit will reassure her of some things. Jack hadn’t neglected her progeny on purpose, there were tasks to attend to and the rising sun on certain planets prevented her from traveling to Omega any time sooner. Now that she stayed under artificial light she hadn’t needed a dead sleep, she could stay awake as until blood poured from her orifices and it didn’t prevent her from meeting a second death.

                                                                   "The devil’s at the door, tell me                                                                                   you’re not afraid of the devil are you?“

     Whispering softly, audible enough for her childe to hear. Jack leaned against the doorway and ran a nail down the door as a small scratching sound was heard.