The Becoming
Chapter Twelve

You wanted this to happen?
Avery still has my hand. He guides me back to the chair and I sink into it. He returns to the sideboard and pours another glass of wine. Holding it out to me, he asks, How do you feel?
I take the glass, but I don't drink. Instead, I place it on the desk, my mind reeling with the implications of what I've done. I look over at Avery. He's holding a hand against his neck as if it hurts. There's blood on his collar.
"I didn't want to stop."
He smiles.
"What if I hadn't? What if I'd drained you?"
But you didn't.
"But I might have. The sensation, the pleasure of feeding ... I don't know that I will always be able to stop."
His smile widens. You can, Anna, and you will. That's why this happened.
Avery leans toward me. You needed to feed. The blood of an old soul is the most powerful and I knew you weren't likely to feed on your own. I wanted you to see that it is instinctive to feed, just as instinctive as it once was to breathe. And I wanted you to realize that you do not have to hurt or kill your host to satisfy your own needs.
But you are not mortal. You could have stopped me, I know that. You are much more powerful than I am.
For now. Your power is growing.
But what if it had been a man?
You mean, what if it had been Max?
Yes.
Whose voice did you hear telling you to stop?
My own. It was my own.
He smiles again. Your instincts kicked in as I knew they would. Becoming does not alter the type of person you are. Good or evil still exists for us. Just as you have a heartbeat, you also have a soul. You are a good person, Anna. That will not change. Only your physical realities are altered.
Then what happened to Donaldson? He had no prior history of violence in his record. How did he turn into a killer?
Avery shrugs. The image Donaldson projected to the world was much different than the reality. He had a dark side.
Unfortunately, becoming for him meant unleashing that dark side.
He pushes back from the desk and his expression hardens. His eyes become flat and, once again, unreadable. He studies me for a long moment before the spark of some indefinable emotion flares and his mind opens.
I'm glad you've been thinking of Donaldson.
I sniff. How could I not?
Do you understand what I've explained to you about the gift? Do you accept the reality?
Do I have a choice?
"You always have a choice," he says aloud. "The question is what you choose to do with your life as it now is."
My life as it now is.
It's such a simple statement, and yet it hits me with the force of a lightning bolt. Maybe it's because I haven't had time yet to truly digest all that's happened. Maybe it's because there's some small part of me that still thinks this is a dream and I'll awaken and everything will be the same as before. Whatever the reason, I don't know what to say.
Avery nods, picking through my conflicting thoughts and emotions and responding to them. That's understandable. And I wish you had the luxury of taking your time to sort it all out. But you don't, Anna.
His tone is sad and his eyes full of concern.
It scares me. "Why do you say that?"
Avery stands and moves away from the desk. He goes to a closet where he pulls out a fresh shirt from an armoire inside. As if oblivious to my presence, he takes off his coat and tie, removes the soiled shirt and slips on a clean one. He leaves the tie on the desk, but he puts his jacket back on. All the while, his thoughts are carefully sealed away from me.
For the first time, I don't want to know what he's thinking. Fear coils around my thoughts and in the pit of my stomach. After all I've been through, what could be so terrible that he hesitates to tell me? All the remarkable strength I felt after feeding evaporates with the dread building in my chest because I realize whatever it is, he doesn't think I can handle it.
And that makes me mad.
"Avery."
He turns from the window, surprised at the sound of my voice-or rather, at my tone.
"How dare you do this to me? I've gone along with all your stupid games. I've listened to your words of wisdom and accepted what you've told me I must accept. But I won't let you make me afraid. Either you tell me what's got you so spooked, or I walk out of here right now and I won't come back."
His mouth pulls into a sour grin. "You think you are prepared to go your own way?"
"You just told me that I was. You just told me that I'm still the same person, that's it's my body, not my mind that has changed. If that's true, I don't need you to live as I always have."
A glint of amusement returns to his eyes. But his mind is still closed.
And that must stop, too.
He tweaks an eyebrow at me.
I mean it, Avery. Either you open your mind to me fully and all the time, or I shut my thoughts away from you, too.
You think you can?
I watch his face as I close my mind to him.
He doesn't believe it, at first. He keeps his eyes on mine, tries to bore into my head. I refuse to look away or to allow him access.
After a moment, I smile.
It's not so hard, is it?
He smiles back. How did you figure it out?
By being observant. You do this thing with your eyes when you shut down. You narrow them just a bit at the corners. I thought I'd try it, too. Guess it works, huh?
I soften my tone. Now, can we get down to whatever it is that has you so upset? Just give it to me straight.
Avery gestures me back to the desk. All right, Anna. Sit down, please.
I settle myself in.
You want it straight, here it is. You have to find Donaldson. And you have to kill him.