He felt himself bind with Kerr, a familiar but radically uncomfortable feeling, and watched the younger's life and death replay in high definition before him. The terror of the attack, the pain of death, the death of his mother, the child...
The child gave him chills.
The mothers made him flinch, and Damien almost lost the connection. He had known of conjoined twins before, seen them advertised on flyers of old and plastered on eye-catching ads at the bottom of websites. They had always been beyond his understanding. Their presence was almost too much for him, the suddenness of being faced with these two strange women so unexpectedly. He fledged them with Kerr, the mental connections anchor and grow. As he passed through Kerr's history with the strangelings, Damien could remember that old, familiar pressure on his own mind from another to act against his will, something he had grown unaccustomed to in his long years without Lucretia.
It took him a long time to realize that Kerr was talking to him and that he was his own entity again, the image of Kerr becoming solid in front of his physical eyes. Astounded by the ride he had gone on, he found his fingers gripping the arms of the chair in which he sat and forced them to release.
"I have no words," Damien breathed quietly aloud, his breath drawn and separate in his own ears to confirm that he was still within his own skin. "What a strange journey you have been on."
Like Kerr had done, Damien extended his hand to the Irishman and embraced him mentally in the history of Pierre's creation.
He contemplated starting with the memories of his own siring, like a chiral reaction to Kerr's own telling, but decided against showing him anything but the beauty that was Lucretia Aquillia. He jumped away from her once the full sensation of her power, authority, and regality had been felt. Damien kept his own siring private, the domination and rape of his body, mind, and eventually spirit too personal for him to offer any but the closest friends.
Instead he showed Kerr the sequence of events which led to Pierre - Lucretia's complete command of the small army of vampires just outside of Constantinople, a much younger Damien fleeing and heading as far west as he could ride by night, hiding in mountains during the day. His aim had been to return to Toulouse and see what he could find of his relatives. But there had been no family there, his siblings moved on and eventually dead in acts of war, or by natural selection.
He jumped several years, the city of Calais looming. Stalking, alone for the first time in more than 250 years, Damien came upon first Phillippe, who died in his arms gasping for air through a destroyed throat, then Clement, who's heart couldn't handle the change. When he had set his focus on the blacksmith, a healthy specimen of a human with charm to rival any of Lucretia's fledges, Lucretia appeared at his side. Damien watched and Lucretia coached.
Teeth in Pierre's neck, Lucretia's hand on his shoulder. Arm-in-arm with his bride and sire, hopeful and expectant, they watched Pierre die together, awakening with a dragging breath. Instinctually, he placed himself against the young one, whose large arms grappled around Damien's neck in a desperate attempt to understand his new life, teeth aching for blood. Despite criticisms of his method, Lucretia allowed him their space together as the young one adjusted.
His first fledge, those eyes a luminous blue looking at him. It was the only kind of offspring his body could create now.
There was an angry discussion between himself and his sire; Lucretia had thought to take the new one out and leave him in the sun, to detach his head from his shoulders once she became aware of the muteness. Thin Blood, she had hissed at him. Abomination. Damien fought his sire, refusing to submit to her will and standing between them as she tried to end his life, stopping only once he had threatened to make more fledges on his own away from her. At last, she backed away from them, accepting the mute one.
Damien pulled himself back out of the memory, placing himself back in his own seat across from Kerr. "When her entire lineage was burned by hunters in Hesse, 1649, Pierre and I were the only ones strong enough to escape. It was the one and only time that I have been able to penetrate his mind and speak to him. I suspect it is only because I am his sire, and we were both about to die."