Something ominous lingers in the air tonight. It's as if, Jack thought, as if everything had just gone silent for no reason. Something or someone, it seemed, had muted nature. There were no owls calling, katydids singing, or crickets chirping - just dead silence. Jack stood there peering into the darkness, looking for any movement or anything out of place, something that just didn't fit. There was an oddly familiar scent on the air, but he couldn't seem to place it while digging through his memories.
"What's got you on edge?" asked Lana.
She had just as quietly watched Jack, as Jack had watched the night sky. Nothing gets to Jack like this, she thought. The deafening silence outside rang louder in Jack's ears than the concern in Lana's voice.
Lana knew Jack was one of the oldest of his kind, if not the oldest left. He was the oldest vampire she had ever met, and she had been with him for almost five hundred years. She also knew he had been around close to three hundred years before meeting her. Nothing and no one had ever shaken him, but tonight, was different.
Jack turned his attention from the distance and away from that mysterious yet oddly familiar scent on the breeze. He had been searching through the vast expanse of his memories for the answer to the riddle the scent had set before him. He now found himself hanging on the worry in Lana's voice. Jack turned slowly from the open window, and his eyes met Lana's.
He smiled slightly and replied, "Just got a little case of déjà vu."
Jack stepped slowly towards her, reached out, and softly took her hands in his own. He was one of those that had held onto his past. He had revealed only glimpses of it to Lana since her turning. She owed Jack her entire existence, and therefore never asked him to reveal anything from before their time together. She knew what he had said to her before her turning was just a fraction of the pain he had suffered, possibly more painful than the circumstances that had brought her to this very room, thousands of miles away to a different land and different time. She felt his silence on the matter was payment enough for all he had done for her. He was her maker, her teacher, and the only love she had ever known.
Jack, still holding her hands, looked lovingly into her eyes and spoke softly "Tonight, my love, you will know all that I know, from my first thoughts to those present in my mind. Take of my blood and know what I know." With that Jack tilted his head and exposed his neck.
Lana stood there silent, knowing that to offer oneself as a vampire to another was to make them equals. Blood is so much more than just a life essence. To drink the blood of another vampire is to join their life force with yours. Whether a vampire's own blood is offered freely or gained by force, consuming another vampire's blood allows you to acquire their entire past, as well as the pasts of all those they have taken. Allowing all your knowledge and skills to be given to another vampire could mean life or death to yourself. It allows others to know you as you know yourself, exposing strengths and weaknesses. And... you have to eventually trust them to release their bite. To be able to know Jack in this way was a great honor, one that Lana would never betray.
Why now, she wondered? Did this have something to do with the way he had been acting? She knew there would probably be experiences she would not want to see, the tragedies of his past, and she feared, seeing them may lead to the truth about why he was acting unusually tense.
"Are you sure, why now?" she questioned
Jack's gaze met Lana's. She had never been able to resist his stare. When their eyes met, it was as if words no longer mattered, as if they transcended mere conversation and communication became an open channel of flowing emotions, thoughts, desire, and passion, but spoken words were useless. Lana read in his stare, that he wanted her to know him in the deepest sense of the word and in taking his blood, she would see him as no one ever had.
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The only thing stronger than an eight-hundred year old vampire is the pain and regret he carries with him. Follow Jack Rossi as he realizes that one cannot outrun the past and when it catches up to you, there will be hell to pay.