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[Dennis] Being called to Master Nightshade’s home had worried me. I knew I was doing everything right with Sybil, but it was a strain. I loved her before she died and loved her more with each passing day. There were times she even seemed like herself. In those times, I could almost imagine that she was my Sybil again. Something in her was different from what a childe should be. I talked to some other vampires who had made children before and they described behavior that I hadn’t seen in Sybil since the first week of her turning. At the second week mark, she stopped having trouble with calling me Master and only called me Dennis. I thought I had gotten through to her, but others felt it was too soon for her to have gotten over the respectful inclination to call me by my title. There w