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“And what about you?”

The words came out like the first notes of a haunting song that had played in his head the time since he first came across the dancer. The one who in a moving production of so many stood out with such grace and ethereal beauty that the killer in a tailored tuxedo was drawn to take what was there instead of walking away. He never had done what he did that fateful night. So many ballets, so many prospects he dismissed. It was always about having too little time to take on the role that he had avoided until that moment Blaize appeared leaping and defying gravity.

The sweetest scent of what could be considered forbidden hit the air when the dancer erroneously landed and was seriously injured.The discipline that would serve Lyon well any other time seemed limited and geared towards him taking action, which he did, and intervening where he could. Which he did as well. Perhaps some would be inclined to believe that the businessman and ballet patron should have walked away. Everything that now plagued the black swan and weighed on him was a result of Lyonel stepping in. Good intentions or not there were obvious consequences. The other opinions really didn’t matter. But Blaize’s would.

“Should you hate me?” He asked while his eyes stayed on the one who had his undivided attention.  It was a fair question to ask. “It isn’t so much the means that was the vehicle to arriving to this existence. That is an event that will be remembered, yes, and not forgotten in most cases. But it is pretty miniscule compared to the world that it delivers one into. There is always that to consider. You took away the permanence of one of humanity's greatest fears...death. You gave her what for we currently know to be eternity. What she chooses to with it you have some influence over but just as with you, it is hers to shape, define and to make use of. Do we remember the journey from point A to B half as much as the crucial fact we arrived to the next place we intended to be? Kind or brutal the method of it all doesn't deter that the end result is what we are far more than what we ever were or otherwise would be.”

There was no denying he was somewhat grateful Demi would not remember her introduction first hand but he would by no means candy coat it, or hide from it, or withhold details from her if asked. That was between them. Just as Darcy’s was between Blaize and Darcy. He wouldn’t pry. He would listen if it was brought up. The judgements of others meant too little to truly consider for any length of time. Outside those Lyon was responsible for by taking what he had from them he answered to only one. Wolfgang never failed to set his *** right when he was found to have fucked up.

“So, I ask you now.” He stared at the one who could only give the answer. “Do you hate me for what you have become? And please tell why you answer as you do. Either way I want to know. Perhaps it will offer a different perspective on what you have been struggling with that you have not taken into account.”

“But it comes after the fact.” Lyonel noted as he relaxed with all that was revealed. Some concern was still there but far more relief found him now that much of what had been a mystery was clarified by Blaize’s admissions. “Blood isn’t your thing, which is understandable. May never be. Doesn’t have to be like that just because you have fangs and rely on the source for sustenance.” He figured he would need to clarify his claim. “Darcy may have been at what you consider the wrong place and time but your need over rode all of the negative effects you pointed out and did not hinder you from taking what you need.”

Lyonel wasn’t sure that part was going to settle as well with Blaize but in the end it didn’t matter half as much as the fact that he was not going to truly allow himself to completely waste away due to avoidance. It didn’t weaken him enough to have him neglect himself entirely. That was the relief Lyonel felt in the knowing of that much. The rest could be manageable. It may take time, creativity and a few trials and errors but where there was a will there was a vampire still going out there and cutting his teeth hoping for some fangs to come out of it.

“It could be you are relatively new to this yet. Don’t take offense to that. We have some out there that have been at this for hundreds of years...literally. It could be adjustment yet to take place. Just because you turn in a matter of nights or a week doesn’t mean the process is entirely complete. I have heard of curses. Some can have you missing a shadow or enchanting those around you with the sound of a voice that plays people like a pied piper. Others can have fights breaking out as soon as you step into a room full of people. Curses are bitches that you carry around like a monkey on your back that refuses to get off. All of which leads me to believe perhaps what you are experiencing is less of a delay in the process itself than it is more likely something like that. A curse. Perhaps more than one?” He eyed Blaize growing confident that he could be on the right track. “I am glad to hear there is no hate to be had.”