Damian's Immortal (Chapter Four, page 1 of 23)


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Jule awoke in a haze of hot and cold. His body shook uncontrollably, and something warmed his side. He pushed himself up, glancing at the Magician's body. She was curled up beside him in a tight ball. His tingling senses awoke him, but he was too weak to do more than look around the room.

A hand clamped on his shoulder. Too weak to push it off, he let his head drop back onto the cushion behind him. He couldn't focus on the face, but he saw the glowing red eyes. Vamp. Adrenaline spun through him, and he staggered up, ready to fight it off.

"Easy," the vamp said. Maybe it was his delirium, but Jule thought the vamp looked larger than even Damian. "You don't remember me."

"Fucking vamp," Jule slurred. His head spun, and his legs belted. "Wait one minute. I'll kill you."

The vamp chuckled. "No need. Look closer."

Jule rested where he'd fallen and tried to concentrate. The vamp wasn't attacking. In fact, it sat calmly on the couch across the room from him.

"I don't know you," Jule said. "Should I?"

The vamp frowned. "Yes, you should. We all know each other."

"Define we," Jule replied.

"The Originals."

Jule sighed. "You're a dream. The Original Beings are locked up. The Watchers said so."

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