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Sol was happy to have the information that Paul provided. And, despite the timing, he was extremely happy to see John Paul. What seemed odd to him was the disconnect between John Paul and those he left to lead his clan.

"Paul wanted me to spend time with John Paul until I mentioned Sabastian. John Paul spoke of the sun coming to pave the way for another. Sol does mean sun, but surely that couldn't mean anything," Sol thought to himself, as he went back to Sabastian's brownstone.

When Sol arrived, he was stopped at the door by two Enforcers.

"Marcus, Sam, why are you stopping me?" he asked.

"Orders from Night," Sam replied.

"Night? I suppose she fits the mold better than I. And she's worked hard all these years. Still, you two know me, I've told you I'm not here to do anything. You can't think I'm a danger?"

"Sol, you were good to me, but you abandoned your post. Anyone else would have been killed for that. The only reason you're still alive is because of him," Marcus said gesturing toward the building. "You can't expect us to stick our necks out for you, you know what they'd do to us."

"Yes," Sol answered, "you're right. Can you at least tell Sabastian I'm here?"

The two guards looked at each other and Sam said, "Yeah, I guess we can." He went inside, leaving Marcus with Sol.

"So, why is Elizabeth being confined like this?" Sol asked.

"Well, she disobeyed Thomas in the middle of a fight. He's pretty angry. He damn near killed her that night. Now I think he's trying to cool off so he doesn't kill her. Hell, I'd be hard pressed to kill a babe like that. No offence intended, if you know what I mean."

"None taken, I'm well aware of my sire's physical beauty. Why did she disobey an order?"

"Honestly, I'm damn glad she did. I was in her command. Thomas sent two groups to take out those religious nut cases over at the church. At first it was an easy fight, but then, out from under the altar, this ancient pops up!

"He starts ripping through the Enforcers around him like they were humans. It wasn't even a fight. One of the men got word to her and she pulled us.

"When we got back to Thomas in Central Park, she went nuts. She was yelling at him for setting us up to be killed and setting her up to take the fall when the Tribunal collapsed. It was ugly.

"He let her rant for a bit, then said, 'enough' and hit her clear across the field we were in.

"But you know her, she's nuts. No offence intended."

"I know all too well how crazy my sire can be when she is heated."

"Yeah, well, she gets up, dusts herself off and goes back over to yell at him. We couldn't believe it, none of us would have had the balls to take Thomas on like that.

"She said about five words before he took her by the neck. He looked her right in the eyes and said, 'I gave you life and I can take it away.' She stopped yelling and he had her taken away.

"You should have seen the look in her eyes. She was hurt and scared."

"Interesting. Her tempers and mood swings have finally gotten her into more trouble than she can handle. I wonder if Thomas would really kill her?" Sol asked.

"From what I hear, he would. No one can figure out why she's still alive. He must really have a soft spot for her, or else he needs her for something. But he's killed for much less."



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