0213: The Vampire's Daughter

"The girl is immaterial. She is nothing," Paul said to Sol. "All of
this is a mirage in John Paul's imagination. He longs so much for the
scriptures to be true that he has created the story.

"You are doing no more than feeding his illness. I asked for your
help, and yet you seem to be working for our demise.

"Is that what this is all about Sol? Is this all some twisted plot
that Thomas has hatched to get rid of us? Are the Zionists that high
up on his hit list?"

"I'm not here to hurt John Paul or his clan," Sol said.

"You aren't? Then why are you feeding John Paul these lies? Do you
really expect anyone to believe you saw Judas, the Judas, playing with
this human girl? It's preposterous."

John Paul put his hand on Sol's shoulder and hung his head. "It pains
me to admit that you were right. A profit is never accepted by his own
people." Lifting his head to look at Sol, he said, "I have done what I
can for you. I am sad that I will not be here to see the glory of what
is to come, but if it is his will, we will meet again.

"I fear my task on Earth is done. I hope I have served you well. Now
go find your answers."

As he finished his sentence, a spike was thrust threw John Paul's
chest. He looked into Sol's eyes, which were wide in horror, and said,
"Run."

Sol turned toward a boarded up window and threw himself out. As he was
falling he heard Paul yell out, "Zane, command a blood hunt for Sol.
He has killed our beloved leader. He will pay!"

Sol landed flat on his back in a hedge. Stunned but not hurt, he could
hear the Zionists wailing inside the Church. John Paul must have
orchestrated the entire event, pulling his clan in for the “show.”

Sol scrambled to his feet and ran. He didn't know where to go or what
to do, so he just kept running.

When he finally stopped, he was in a nondescript ally in the financial
district. Some yellow Police tape fluttered off the corner of a
dumpster. He walked to the end of the alley, behind the dumpster and
sat down.

Sol knew his options were limited if Paul had announced a blood hunt.
He didn't dare bring this to their home, there was no telling what
Sabastian would do. Let alone the danger that Susan would face.

He sat for a few moments and then opened his cell phone. "I need to be
on a plane for Europe before sunrise."

"Yes, before sunrise."

"Germany."

"You will make it possible. Send a car to Trinity Church in New York
City's financial district."

"No buts, get it done," he said coldly, before he hung up. He pulled
out the letter and the list of names.

He wanted to open the letter, but knew he couldn't, so he put it back
into his pocket. He then scanned the list. The few names he
recognized were ancients that he knew only by reputation, others he had
never seen.

Sol couldn't believe all that had happened over such a short period of
time. It was even harder to believe the situation he was now living.
He wasn't sure what emotion to feel. Anger, fear, hate... In the end,
he realized that he couldn't feel much of anything.

"So be it," he said, standing up and walking toward Trinity Church.

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