He sat there a bit disheveled, his mind was sluggish.  He had momentarily forgot what he was doing until he heard his brother's voice,<em><span class="bbc_u">Brother, I...I don't...my head hurts badly...</span></em>suddenly his mind realized it was speaking in his<em>lost</em>native tongue.<br/><br/>“I'm a mile or so south of the strip.  I was in an crash.  I'm okay...head hurts.  I...followed a talking cat...” '<em>Well done, now you don't sound completely nuts.</em>' Sighing heavily he continued, “Just get here.  I bit a woman...turned her...don't ask why, just get here.  Have to think...about what to do with the car...and her.”  He hung up the phone, or so he had hoped, when he heard his brother tell him he was on his way.  A wave of calmness washed over him and then he sat there for a moment and looked at her, laying there still unconscious.<br/><br/><em>Did it work?</em>asked a voice in his head.<br/><br/>He looked over at the feline sitting near the girls head, almost like a worried mother.  “Yeah...I think, never turned anyone...” He grumbled and still felt an odd tingling all over.  “What is she?  And you?  I...I don't think I've ever met a talking cat...unless they all...?”<br/><br/><em>Oh, you can't be this dumb.  How hard did you hit your head?  Don't answer, I'm afraid you will.  I'm a demon.</em><br/><br/>“A demon...well...all the stories as a child were wrong then...” he grinned his mind still trying to work it's way through the haze, “Not as funny as I thought it sounded...but what is she?  Why do I feel like...like I was hit by lightning?”<br/><br/><em>I'm not sure, she's a witch.  Have you ever drank a witch before?</em><br/><br/>That seemed to give Lan some pause, as far as he had ever known the only thing otherwordly on this rock was vampires.  There were plenty of them, even here in Vegas where he and his brother had come to get away from everything in Europe a long time ago.  They met with the Lord of this district, swore that they wouldn't create a coven to rival his powerbase.  Lan had stopped playing that game ages ago, the building of societies and the toppling of them no longer gave him any interest.  “No...I don't think I have ever done that.  As far as I knew my kind was the only thing other than humans on Earth.  Cade will find this very interesting.”<br/><br/>Lan rubbed at his temples, the haze starting to finally lift from his mind as thoughts came quicker and more coherently to him now.  “He should be here soon.  I can't let her leave, she'll be hungry when she wakes and that, in a new one can be...disastrous...”  His mind was drawn to the fluttering memories of his dark birth, when they were taken together on the walls of Jerusalem during the First Crusades.  He always thought that a funny thing to call it, to them it was just a Crusade.  They felt God had called upon them to go to war, fight the unholy Saracen's because some man in a funny hat told him it was God's command.  It wasn't long until he'd regretted listening to that man, about the third day in the desert is when he'd thought he might have made a bad decision.  But that day that he and his brother had gotten themselves over the wall, leading their unit's charge, the day they died and were born.  They woke with a furious hunger soon after they had been taken, and they murdered more of the men they had called brother's in arms.  Something that he'd resent about his former Sire, that would fester in him until the time when Cade and he would finally get the upper hand some centuries later.<br/><br/>A small moan she had made woke him from his reverie and he scrambled over to her, looking down at her, he could still feel her warmth, like her body wanted to fight the transformation.  He reached down and picked the cellphone back up, realizing he'd left the receiver on the whole time, “So, do I sound as crazy as you think?”  he sighed, “Yes, my head is clearer now...must have been a damned hard hit...how long?”