Once Kit and Casimir had left his home, Noe breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
He had meant it when he said that he was happy for Kit, the attractive young vampire was clearly a great help in keeping his mind stable after such a significant part of it had been meddled with as his had been.
And yet, being in the presence of a vampire from one of the older lineages that Yri had often spoken of had irked him to some degree.
The longer they had stayed, the more that Noe began to feel a quiet voice in the back of his mind growing louder and more persistent.
'Didn't you say you would kill them all? After everything they've done you are still trying to make exceptions. Pathetic.'
'Oh shut up. You're not even real, you don't even have a name. You're not a part of me.'
'I am you, fool. The blood was on your hands, you know it's true. You did it. It was all you.'
Noe flinched back when the floor began to twist and tilt, stumbling against the edge of the wide leather couch.
