0212: The Vampire's Daughter

"This is it," John Paul said to Sol. "This is what I've been waiting
for. This is why I'm here. Why I'm back.

"Sol, you are the Sun, just as I told you. You are the chosen one.
You will pave the way for Sabastian, for her." He kneeled down in
front of Sol and kissed his hands. "I am your servant, tell me what
you wish of me."

"John Paul, I... I'm confused. I don't understand. I have always
believed in God, but this?" Sol fumbled.

"You are part of the plan. We are all part of the plan. But I forget
my role. You are still uncertain and I must help you. Come, I have
something for you," JP said, taking Sol over to a chest.

Opening the top and ripping out the lining, he presented Sol with a
sheet of paper. "I know you, you must learn for yourself. You must
touch the wound."

Sol looked at the paper, feeling shame at his inability to believe.

"It's OK, God loved Thomas as much as the others. These names, they
are very old. They may be dead or have new names by now. But they are
a starting place for your search. They are believers and they know the
scriptures.

"Come, come," JP said again, pulling Sol with him to a desk. He pulled
out a page of paper and wrote on it. "Give the first one on the list
you find this note, whoever it is will understand and help."

"What does it say?" Sol asked.

"Nothing, nothing," JP said, folding it and sealing it with wax. He
pressed his ring into the wax. "I will continue my preaching here
while you go and learn. You are the Sun, how could I have been so
blind for so long." He chuckled and stood. "Go, learn, and return to
me."

John Paul put his arm around Sol and guided him toward the door to the
steps. As he touched the handle, the door opened and Paul walked in,
followed by the rest of the Zionist's elders.

"John, Mark, Simian, Zane, Philip, I'm glad you're here. I have the
most exciting news. The time is now. What we have been waiting for is
happening. It is a glorious day."

"You couldn't leave him alone, could you?" Paul asked Sol. "He is
sick. His slumber has left him feeble minded. Is this what you
wanted?"

"What are you talking about?" JP asked. "Sol is the one. He is going
to usher in the chosen one. He is why we exist."

"Poor, poor John Paul," Paul said walking to his sire. "Do you really
believe Sol, an unbeliever, is the one we have been waiting for? He is
not. Nor is the girl, what's her name, Susan, any more important."

"How do you know her name?"

"I know a great deal about what goes on in the world. You, Sabastian,
the girl, and a few others are living in Rye."

"How?"

"I have my resources, just as you do."

Sol was uncertain of Paul's intentions, but could feel that the
situation was grave. He looked at each of the elders, trying to probe
them for any hint of what was to come. He knew them all, some more
closely than others, and couldn't believe they would follow Paul so
blindly.

Each of them was hand chosen by John Paul. Could he have misjudged
them all so badly?

After looking at each and getting nothing, Sol said, "If you know so
much, then you must know that Sabastian won't let anything happen to
the girl."

[The Vampire’s Daughter: An ongoing vampire story. Copyright Reuben
Gregg Brewer, 2005, 2006. All rights reserved.]