The first night

It was only later that Dagaz discovered what she was, and what he had become.

She had read his mind as she turned him, his very thoughts laid open for her to perview at her leasure. After discovering where he lived, she had secreted his lifeless body through the city during the hours between dawn and day. Setting him gently down in his own bed, she had draw the curtains and waited for him to turn.

It took a while. She’d mentioned something later about the **** in his system slowing down the transformation. Maybe that was true, or maybe she hadn’t done it quite right. As it turned out, Dagaz was the first person she had ever Embraced.

When he awoke the next evening, she was there waiting patiently. Ysabelle, his Sire.