The Noise (Part 17)
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Duke turned back. He was suddenly stopped, dead, in his tracks. He was a killer. Created to terminate. Unity of form and function with one purpose. There was no place for emotion within his strict code of being. But he felt it. Something. He felt connected. Just by looking at the kid, he could tell that he was responsible for this creation. It was like looking at himself, once upon a time. And he began to remember again.
Her.
He remembered. When? He could not be sure. Obviously, it was before she had turned him. The kid was part human. He could tell that much about him. But the Vampyre part was there. Yet he could not hear his thoughts. But he was pleased about that. Hearing the thoughts of his enemy is necessary but of his son? Not necessary nor desirable.
But whose side would he be on? The human or the Vampyre? Would he side with her — his mother? These questions raced through Duke’s mind. Doubtful. That's why he was here. That's why he had followed them. He was suddenly thinking and feeling just as a father would. The killer had been replaced by a confused and concerned father.
Duke approached his son. The young man moved back. Duke sensed the tell-tale signs of battle preparation in the slight movements of his son’s limbs. He was correcting his balance ready for an attack. “That's…
