Darion couldn't remember much after laying there in bed exhausted before hearing Tess whisper to him “I want to show you something...” before he blacked out from who knows what.  Past that blackout his memories were a little foggy on the details at best.  He didn't know what he had been doing while Tess was speaking to him in the room, but he could remember her words as she explained to him what she had done to him in the simplest form.  He found it strange that he could remember her few words thoguh the rest of the haze of that morning... or probably more likely night.<br/><br/>“D... I'm sorry... I just did something to you that will completely change your life, and not likely for the better.  I hope you can forgive me... eventually...”  she paused while looking away from him for a moment, to her clasped hands in front of her on her lap, and the floor below her.  “I... made you a vampire, D, a Kindred.  I'm sorry I didn't tell you, or ask your permission... but I have been so Lonely for so long and I was afraid of what you would say if I told you what I was.  I couldn't risk it or what I may have to do if you didn't take the truth well.”  Darion hadn't needed to know exactly how this woman was feeling while she spoke, no.  he could hear it in the tone of her voice, it carried everything.<br/><br/>After another pause in her talking, Tess continued on, though in a much more worried tone than before, now it was like something was scaring her.  “I couldn't even wait, or even ask for permission, what if the Camarilla wouldn't accept it.  I couldn't risk it.  But they shouldn't know...”  that statement was cut off as Darion's bedroom door was burst open and two men swarmed in.  that was the first truly clear memory the man had, of one of the assailants coming strait at him with a stake in his hand.  Reacting on instinct as a trained combatant, Darion blocked the incoming blow before delivering a couple hits harder than he remembered being able to do before he landed a clean fist on the attacker's jaw, and knocking a couple of the man's teeth clean out of his mouth, including one that was longer than it should be.  Almost immediately after though there was a sharp pain in his back before everything went black.<br/><br/>He only really started to come back when he found himself on his knees on a carpeted floor with a an obviously self important shithead standing at a window speaking to them.  He only moved his arms a slight bit before noticing that he was being held, not tied or cuffed, but his arms restrained and held.  That simple fact made him grin a little bit, should be easy to break the hold and kick the guys Ass.   But that could wait, Darion looked around to see the others that were restrained, counting the cute girl, and two other guys.  But not Tess?  He was only half listening as he looked for Tess in the room without struggling.  She was nowhere to be seen at all, and the head honcho's words made darion look back at him and actually glare a bit.<br/><br/>Was he making everything sound like a threat?  To the marine, it sounded like this pompous ass was saying that the four people here were to obey or die.  He didn't like those choices, and was debating acting on that dislike before he looked at the other three again, especially the young girl.  She looked like she was barely out of highschool.  No, he couldn't do much with the collateral around him, and with the extras in the room, doing anything would be suicide.  Instead he opened and asked the question that was on his mind since his senses came back, though he fully expected no answer from this guy.  “Where is Tess.”<br/><br/>He was right, he got no answer, instead they were just told where they would go.  Santa Monica?  They were at least 3-4 hour drive from his home in Ocean Side, and on the complete opposite side of LA from where he had ever been.  A long drive while Darion had been out cold.  He would have to pay a Taxi a good wad of cash to get back and Find Tess, though he felt deep down that he would never find her at all, that she was 6 feet under by now.<br/><br/>The meeting was apparently over and the group of fledglings were led none too gently down the stairs out to a waiting Limo.  Well, that was a surprise with how the pompous ass had been talking to them, he expected that they would be stuffed into a taxi to their destination.  Darion's grin reappeared as they neared and the others were put in to the limo.  With a sudden surprising jerk, Darion broke the hold on his arms and turning to face the guard that had been holding him.  “I hate being restrained.”  she said shortly before his left fist flashed into the other vamp's gut to double him over and then his right came up into the man's chin and sent him flying back with a broken jaw.  He climbed into the limo and closed the door himself before the other guards could react.  “That was a little satisfying.”<br/><br/>The Limo itself began moving and Darion studied the other Fledgelings for a moment before the coppery scent caught his nose and caused a slight pain in his gut that had been building slightly since he woke up.  It was something he recognized, though smelled so much more potent now that it was surprising.  The blood packs drew his attention for a moment and caused Tess's last words to come to his mind again.  Looking at one of the closest blood-packs for a moment Darion reached over and picked one up.  “Oh, what the hell, might as well...  see if she was right...”  with that he began to drink his slowly at first before getting the taste for it and finishing it off, feeling the blood fill him, and making him feel much better almost automatically.<br/><br/>With the stop of the Limo, Darion finished the blood pack, and it finally hit him that Tess had been telling the truth, he was a vampire now too.  The only outward display of this was a slight shiver through Darion's body before he buried the emotion of despair that was welling up, the thought that the life he had had been taken away.  No, he just buried it as he climbed out of the limo and looked at the impala, and the strangely Sexy woman sitting in the drivers seat, listening to Metallica.  Before the others could really get out of the Limo Darion smiled at the honk, confirming her as their ride before he rose his voice.  “Shotgun.”  he moved over and climbed into the front passenger seat of the Impala.<br/><br/>While he moved over though he looked down at himself and noticed that he was in his cloths and, after a little investigating, found he had his Browning, and his knife and the extra Mags.  Had he gotten back into his cloths while Tess had been talking to him?  He had expected to find himself is some stock plain clothing, not his leather jacket, Marine trousers, combat boots and white shirt.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>