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words and she wrapped her arms around Tansy, hugging her tight. “Thank you.”

Chapter Two:
    Soul Fusion
    Sonya went to Seattle with a few black angels who were led by Blade. Evidently there was a coven of vampires hiding out in a high school. Student casualties were reported for the past week or so, seemingly at random, but Blade had a hunch that the victims who kept turning up dead with neck wounds were the work of sanguinary vampires.
    Sonya followed him and a few other cruxim to the city to put an end to the killings. Tansy insisted on going with her and Sonya reluctantly acquiesced as long as Tansy promised to stay in their hotel room at night.
    Sonya sneaked into the school with the other black angels that night. It was October, so school had started up again a month prior, but some of the after school activities delayed their break in. The vampires would be out feeding, but just before sunrise they would return to escape the lethal rays of dawn. Then the dark angels would unleash hell on the undead killers.
    Sonya walked through the boys' locker room. The quiet darkness was eerie and haunting. She heard tiny, feeble noises of suffering coming from over in the corner and made her way over, wooden stake in hand.
    A middle-aged brunette crouched on the floor in the corner. Her right hand was missing and blood gushed from the wound she quickly wrapped in a towel. Her head jerked up and she hissed upon seeing Sonya. The flashing of her red eyes gave away her species.
    Sonya raised the stake to strike, but then lowered it and gaped at the woman. It was Demornae. The vampire had once been an acquaintance of hers in heaven and on earth back in the nineteenth century they'd slept together during Sonya's captivity. Demornae could be cruel and aggressive when she wanted to be, but she'd also been gentle and soothing by comparison of some of the men who had used Sonya back then.
    “You.” She couldn't say any more. Seeing the vamp now was like looking into the face of a ghost. Demornae was the enemy, but Sonya had been caressed by her once. Should she regard the brute as a friend or a foe?
    Demornae stared at her, jaw dropping in shock. “Sonya? Is that you?”
    “Demornae.”
    “Wow. What are the odds?” She snickered humorlessly.
    “What happened to your hand?”
    “A battleaxe. Compliments of a damned crusnik. No offense. I’d be able to heal if it hadn't been a celestial weapon.” She shook her head ruefully. “I guess I'll be doing things single-handed from now on.”
    Sonya might have smiled at the pun if she hadn't been so stunned by the familiar presence in front of her. “I'm sorry about your hand.”
    Demornae looked surprised. “It's not your fault, though that's hardly a conventional thing for a black angel to say to a vampire. Aren't you supposed to bite me or drive that stake into me?”
    She was. Why wasn't she? “All in good time.”
    Demornae grinned at this, though her eyes betrayed her fear and reluctance to embrace her impending death. “I see. You plan on tormenting me with the threat of death first. That's your demonic nature talking.”
    Sonya gripped the stake at her side tighter. “It's my duty to kill leeches like you.”
    Demornae winced and pressed the towel to her injury harder. “I never said it wasn't. So what are you waiting for?”
    Sonya stalked toward the bloodsucker slowly, the steady sound of her black stiletto boots clopping against the solid pavement floor. She positioned the stake at Demornae's chest, just over her dormant heart. The vampire held her gaze, masking her fear fairly well, though Sonya could still smell it. She was surprised Demornae didn't fight her or try to flee.
    Sonya stood again and stepped back with the stake. She heaved a long sigh and nodded with her head toward the door. “Go on. Get out of here.”
    Demornae's lips parted in amazement. “You're letting me go?”
    “You're injured. I think you've suffered enough for one night. Just don't let me