Wyatt is weary. He's been alive for more than two hundred years, and all that lies before him is at least another two centuries of the same tedium. The tales and legends of vampires are vastly more interesting than the reality.<br><br>After another night of failed attempts at finding someone to connect with, Wyatt heads home, more despondent and alone than ever ... and comes across a young man being attacked. Though blind by conventional standards, Wyatt is nowhere near as helpless as people like to assume, and easily fends off the attackers.<br><br>In the aftermath of the attack, the man he rescued proves unexpectedly to be a light in the darkness Wyatt has endured for centuries.

Darkness Is Illuminating

“I didn’t want you to think I was trying to bite you. I would never bite a human without permission,” Wyatt promises.


“What’s what like?” Wyatt’s glad that he can’t smell any fear coming from Noel. He just seems curious.


“Getting bitten? I mean, you must have been bitten when you were turned, right?” Noel asks.


“I was bitten when I was turned. And well…Vampires often bite their lovers, so I’ve been bitten since. It hurts, but it feels good. I don’t quite have the words to describe it,” Wyatt admits, and once again he thinks of having Noel beneath him. Noel’s scent in his nose, Noel’s blood on his tongue.


“Bite lovers? Like during sex?” Noel asks.


“Yes. It makes things more intense, adds to the pleasure,” Wyatt explains.


Chapter 9