A kiss, he'd been hanging onto it for the past two months, a kiss he thought he wouldn't ever feel again. A fear made all the more real, when his new master decided to kill him one night. Vallis had grown increasingly frustrated with his lack of ability as time passed. Why couldn't he see something every time he touched someone? Why was it only sporadic? The Irishman was on a basic level, and by the time he learned to fully use his gift, too much time would be lost, he was human after all, and they did come with a limited number of years about them. Still, Vallis had arranged daily meetings with another Seer, she taught Shannon insight into his gift, how to control it, and he had made a great deal of progress in those weeks, but that still wasn't enough for the ancient vampire. It had been during one of his lessons, he'd been watching the two Seers work, calmly, with the same ease he always carried. Suddenly he had just stood, crossed the room, and yanked Shannon's head back with such force he had never felt, he could always feel his neck on the verge of breaking. The bite was far different as well, violent, deep, unyielding. There was no seduction, just fear raging through him, as the blood was pulled harshly from his body. Shannon could still hear the Seer screaming as Vallis murdered him, the way her voice was muffled while he laid there on the floor, blood still weeping from his neck.
Vallis had spoke to her in return, but he still couldn't tell you what it was he had been saying. Shannon hadn't woken again until the following night, exhausted, and ragged with a hunger he had never felt before. His maker had been waiting for him, explained to him what had happened. No longer was he just a gifted human, but he was a vampire with the ability to see into the future. With the gift of immortality... which meant Vallis would be able to use it for all time, if he so wished. There was a sort of glee in him once he found out what he had become, because he no longer felt weak. He wasn't some human in a supernatural world, he was a fucking vampire like the rest of them, and he had taken to his fangs rather nicely. Vallis had offered him no advice, simply sent girls to his room each night, all of who had died some time later due to blood loss, and he hadn't even cared, hadn't felt any once of guilt, as he sat there, starring at their pale corpses. The weak were food, he had been food once, and now he respected the two women for having such restraint with he, and Callum. Draining them wouldn't have taken anything, it would have been easier. Still being a vampire wasn't all fun, and games, at least not for his maker. Vallis seemed to have little patients for the young vampire, dismissing him, and his questions whenever the chance presented it's self. Not once had he ever kept a childe close for long, it went against his nature, but all the same, he didn't want Shannon to perish for making the mistakes so many of his kind did in those early days. Something would simply have to be arranged for him, and fast.
Even though he had been aware of his makers growing frustration, he had never thought the two of them would end up here, on the door step of Vivian's mansion. It was a little past two, and the house was dead. Who was still here? Was Eden, was Cal? What had happened to them all over the past couple of months. Was his brother still alive, and if so, what state was he in? The eagerness for answers had him standing close at Vallis' back, as the old vampire rang the bell. Like always, it was Dom who opened the door for the two of them, and they didn't bother for invitation, they simply walked in.