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"It is a pleasure to meet you Ms. Night," Sabastian said with a slight bow.

"I wish I could say the same."

"I sense that you hold something against me, my I inquire as to what it might be?"

"You killed my sire."

"Did I, I am sorry for that. Who exactly was your sire?"

"Dana, the last head of the Enforcers."

"I assure you, I do not kill without cause. Although I do not know who Dana is, though I have heard this accusation before, I must have had a good reason if I did, indeed, perpetrate said act."

"Don't play with me. I know very well who you are and what you've done. You're little more than a cannibal. An abomination."

"Those are quite strong words."

"No words are strong enough to describe my hatred of you."

"Well then, why are you holding back?" Sabastian asked, playing with Night.

"Don't tempt me," she responded angrily.

"Why not? If I killed your sire, I am quite confident I will be able to dispatch you without much trouble."

"Now now, you two. Settle down," Elizabeth intervened. "The issue at hand has nothing to do with killing or even fighting, for that matter. We are talking about hair colors and my guest privileges."

"You should not push me either Elizabeth," Night responded. "You barely remain in Thomas' good graces. I intend on doing everything in my power to insure that he extends you no further kindness."

"Yes, well, let's talk about guests if you wish to keep your stylist's identity secret."

"Let's. Sabastian, under Thomas' order you must leave. Elizabeth is to have no guests."

"Are you suggesting that I am a guest in my own home?"

"This is no longer your home. It is within Thomas' domain and is, thus, his."

"I consent to no such thing. In fact, Elizabeth is my guest. She is looking after my home while I am occupied elsewhere," Sabastian replied, placing emphasis on the word my both times he said it.

"He does not see it this way."

"Then, perhaps, he should discuss the issue with me."

"He has more important issues to deal with than a vagabond like you."

"You have insulted me quite enough Little Bee. Your tough act is not going to scare me away. If you wish to attempt to force me out of my home you are welcome to try, otherwise I suggest you run back to daddy and tell him I do not care any more about his pronouncements today than I did a century ago."

Night was visibly startled by Sabastian's words. "How did you know..."

"Your nickname?" Sabastian finished her thought. "I know a great deal about you Bethany Wood. I also know, as do you, that there is nothing you can do about my presence here. So attack me or leave my home."


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