Years passed, and he’d become something of a father to me. Of course, by vampire law, he technically was my father, but he hadn’t felt like one until then. He changed someone else, a young man, Michael, who’d been a thief on the streets, and who became a brother to me, not only in spirit, but again, by law.
I never did marry. Everyone was either too afraid of Michael or too afraid of Kro to approach me. But I had plenty of friends, a few of which were friends of Kro’s as well. Of all of them, I remember Niko the most, especially now. Why?
Because he’s the one that brought my family and I to the top of vampire society.
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Memory
Short StoryThis is a short story depicting the highlights of Kro's life as seen through the eyes of Teyla as she remembers him. She tells the story of how they met, and how he became a father to her by more than just vampire law. She describes their relationsh...
