"Why will she be different?" Vlad asked. He had seen a few Turnings, but there was something different here . . . some kind of underlying force that he had never experienced before.

"Because of me." Sadie left it at that, motioning for Melissa's still form. Mary lifted her lover, staring at that face that would now be young forever. She kissed Melissa's cool lips then handed her to Sadie, and the vampire and vampire-to-be lay low in the grave.

"I want Dazza," Sadie directed to Vlad. "I want his head on a pike for what he did, and I want Frost. You know that Dazza wouldn't have done this...