"He's alive, I'd know it if he wasn't."
"Yes, I believe you would. There was a time when my first master made my heart beat. Her power suffused me, made me live. But her power came from her Master of the City, so it was in reality his power that filled me. Each master vampire that I belonged to demanded blood oaths, and each one in turn made my blood course, my heart move. Then Belle, herself, the head of my line, brought me in, and she filled me. She was like the pounding of the ocean, and all others before her were but rivers seeking to drown in her embrace. Gradually, I filled with my own power. But even now it is her lineage that makes me live. The power that made her is what keeps me alive. Damian is descended from her line, not from Belle herself, but from one of her children, as I am. I am Master of the City and the power that animates me, animates Damian. When he took the oaths that bound him to me, that made him loyal to me, it became my power that filled him, my power that made his heart beat. And I broke the tie with she who made him."
"You make all the vampires under you alive?" I made it a question.
"The power comes through me, yes, but only if they are of my line, my lineage. If they are descended from other than Belle's children, then no, the blood oaths do not bind as tightly."
"What about Asher? You don't make his heart beat."
He nodded. "Very good, ma petite. No, I do not. A Master Vampire is a vampire that has become enough of a power that they fill themselves up. It is one of the things that being a master means, and one of the reasons that many of the older vampire masters still kill their children when they feel that tie break."
"You're volunteering an awful lot of information, and don't think I'm not grateful, it's fascinating, but what does this all have to do with Damian?"
"You have raised Damian from his coffin once, filling him with your necromancy like a zombie. You have saved his life twice with your necromancy. You have forged a tie between him and you."
Actually, I knew that, but out loud I said, "He said that he couldn't tell me no if I gave him a direct order. That he wanted to serve me. It scared him."
"It should have."
"I didn't mean to do it, Jean-Claude. I didn't even know it was possible."
"Legends speak of necromancers that could control all types of undead, not merely zombies. It was at one time Council policy to slay all necromancers on sight."
"Gee, glad the policy changed."
"Yes," he said. "But you severed my tie with Damian. I did not realize it at first, but when he returned from Tennessee, it was not my power that made his heart beat, it was yours."
I remembered feeling that in Tennessee, feeling the tie between us. "It wasn't done deliberately," I said.
"I know that, but you left me with a problem when you went away for over half a year. Damian is over a thousand years old. Though not a Master Vampire, he is still powerful. He no longer had ties to any vampire hierarchy. It freed him of all blood oaths, of all mystically bound loyalties. He was yours, but you did not come to claim him."
"You should have told me."
"And what would you have done? Taken him home to live in your basement? You did not have the power or control six months ago to deal with him."
"Now I do. Is that what you're saying?"
"You cast out Belle Morte. One of the most powerful of the Council. If you can do that, ma petite, then you can handle Damian."
"This is all great, but where is Damian?"
"I could no longer count on his loyalty. I no longer controlled him, do you understand, ma petite? I had a vampire that was more than twice my age, and could not control him. It both made me look weak in others' eyes when I could not afford to appear weak, and it was dangerous, because he knew when you healed over your aura and shielded so tight. It wasn't only Richard and me who felt the loss of you. You cut Damian off, and he went a little ... mad."
I was scared now, my heart beginning to climb up my throat. "Where is Damian?"
"First, ma petite, understand that you cannot take him with you tonight because to tend him will be a full-time job for the first few hours."
"Just tell me," I said.
"I had to lock him away, ma petite.''
I stared at him. "Lock him away, how?"
He just looked at me, and it was eloquent.
"He's been locked in a cross-wrapped coffin for six months?"
"About that, yes."
"You bastard."
"I could have killed him, ma petite, that's what others would have done."
"Why didn't you?"
"Because it was partially my fault for exposing him to you. Damian was mine to protect, and I failed him."
"He's mine, mine to protect," I said.
"Yet, you deserted him."
"I didn't know. You should have told me."
"And six months ago would you have believed me? Or would you have thought it was some ploy to get you back into my life?"
I started to tell him, of course I'd have believed him, but I stopped and thought about it. "I don't know if I'd have believed you or not."
"I hoped that I would find a way to reestablish my dominance over him, but he is closed to me."
I swallowed hard and looked at him. "If he's mine, then why didn't I feel him when my shielding broke all to hell in New Mexico?"
"I have been blocking you from sensing him, and it has not been easy."
I closed my eyes and counted to ten, but it didn't help. I was so angry my skin felt hot. "You had no right to do that."
"Without the marks being married, I think Damian would have seduced you. Because you would have been drawn to him as you are drawn to Nathaniel now, or perhaps even the Nimir-Raj."
"I would not have f**ked Damian without the ardeur helping me, and I didn't have that six months ago."
"You may have your vampire back tomorrow night. I will help you nurse him back to health."
"I'm coming back tonight to get him."
"Talk to Asher, ma petite. Ask him what it will take to nurse a vampire back from six months in the coffin. Damian is not a master; he has had no ability to feed or gain energy. He will come out of the coffin a starved, crazed thing. There will be very little left of him, at first." He was so calm while he said it.
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to hit him, but it wouldn't change anything. I wasn't even sure it would make me feel better. "I want him out tonight, when I get back from the lupanar."
"You will not be able to tend both your injured wereleopard and Damian tonight. Ask Asher, and he will tell you how much work goes into such as this. One more night will not make a difference to Damian, and tonight you are trying to prevent war between the leopards and the wolves. More than that, you are trying to make a strong enough show of force to convince Richard's enemies that he is too well-allied to be killed. You must concentrate on these things tonight, ma petite."
"I don't believe you," I said.
He shrugged. "Believe what you like, but it will take hours of care to make Damian sane again. It will take days of care, and blood, and warmth, to bring him back to himself."
"How could you know that and still do this to him?" My voice didn't even sound angry, just tired.
"I learned the lessons of the cross-wrapped coffin personally, ma petite. I have not done to Damian anything that has not been done to me."
"You were in it for a few days until I killed the old Master of the City."
He shook his head. "When I returned to the Council with Asher and bargained with them, the price for them saving his life was my freedom. I spent two years inside a coffin, unable to feed, unable to sit up, unable ..." He was hugging his arms, holding himself. "I know that what I have done to Damian is a terrible thing, but my only alternative was to kill him. Would you have preferred that?"
"No."
"Yet, I see the accusation in your eyes. I am a monster because of what I have done to him. But you would feel me more a monster if I had killed him. Or perhaps you would have preferred that I let him go into the city streets and slaughter people."
"Damian would never do that."
"He went mad, ma petite. He became an alien. Do you remember the couple that was slaughtered about six months ago?"
"I saw several slaughtered couples over the last year. You'll need to be more specific."