0218: The Vampire's Daughter Book Three
"Sol, darling, it's so nice to see you again."
"Hello Jamie. How are you?" Sol asked.
"I imagine I'm doing better than you."
"Perhaps," said Sol. "May I come in?"
"You don't need to ask, in fact I was wondering why you were still standing outside," Jamie said, moving aside and putting an arm around Sol as he entered.
"I must say, Sol, your calling card was quite a treat. I hadn't expected you to send such a handsome gift. I would have taken you in without it, you know," Jamie said.
"Gift? You didn't..." Sol protested.
"Didn't what?"
"He was a messenger, I didn't want to show up unannounced. He wasn't intended to be your latest toy."
"Oh," Jamie said, "I just assumed he was a peace offering. You know, to make up for our little falling out."
"If I recall," Sol said, sitting in a leather chair in the living room of Jamie's country house, "I have nothing to apologize for."
"Hrmp, that's not how I remember it."
"I didn't imagine it was. I'm glad you kept my chair, though. It still fits like a glove."
"You deny who you are for your sire, that whore Elizabeth. And you say you have nothing to be sorry for? If you like the way the chair feels, I assure there are other things here that would fit just as nicely. Though, due to lack of use, they might be a bit snug at first."
"You never let up. We haven't seen each other in decades and you jump right back into the fight," Sol said with a laugh. "Now, honestly, did you kill the messenger?"
"No, I did not kill the messenger. I nibbled a little, but I didn't kill him."
"Well, at least that’s something. You have let him go, haven't you?" Sol asked.
"Well, not just yet. But I was going to tonight, honest."
"I do not deny myself for her, you know."
"That's such crap, but, if what I've heard is true, our little difference on this topic is far from the most important thing on your mind."
"No, it isn't, but it was a pleasant distraction while it lasted," Sol said, leaning forward and putting his head in his hands.
Jamie walked over and sat in Sol's lap, forcing Sol to lean back. "It's OK, baby, you're safe here. Do you want to fight some more before we talk about the mess you've gotten yourself in?"
Awkwardly, Sol put a hand on Jamie's leg. "No, it's best you know what's going on and the danger I've put you in by coming here."
"News travels fast, Honey. I already know a great deal of the story."
"Just the same, let me tell you my version. From the beginning."
"From the beginning, then," Jamie said, smiling.
[The Vampire’s Daughter: An ongoing vampire story. Copyright Reuben Gregg Brewer, 2005, 2006. All rights reserved.]
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"Hello Jamie. How are you?" Sol asked.
"I imagine I'm doing better than you."
"Perhaps," said Sol. "May I come in?"
"You don't need to ask, in fact I was wondering why you were still standing outside," Jamie said, moving aside and putting an arm around Sol as he entered.
"I must say, Sol, your calling card was quite a treat. I hadn't expected you to send such a handsome gift. I would have taken you in without it, you know," Jamie said.
"Gift? You didn't..." Sol protested.
"Didn't what?"
"He was a messenger, I didn't want to show up unannounced. He wasn't intended to be your latest toy."
"Oh," Jamie said, "I just assumed he was a peace offering. You know, to make up for our little falling out."
"If I recall," Sol said, sitting in a leather chair in the living room of Jamie's country house, "I have nothing to apologize for."
"Hrmp, that's not how I remember it."
"I didn't imagine it was. I'm glad you kept my chair, though. It still fits like a glove."
"You deny who you are for your sire, that whore Elizabeth. And you say you have nothing to be sorry for? If you like the way the chair feels, I assure there are other things here that would fit just as nicely. Though, due to lack of use, they might be a bit snug at first."
"You never let up. We haven't seen each other in decades and you jump right back into the fight," Sol said with a laugh. "Now, honestly, did you kill the messenger?"
"No, I did not kill the messenger. I nibbled a little, but I didn't kill him."
"Well, at least that’s something. You have let him go, haven't you?" Sol asked.
"Well, not just yet. But I was going to tonight, honest."
"I do not deny myself for her, you know."
"That's such crap, but, if what I've heard is true, our little difference on this topic is far from the most important thing on your mind."
"No, it isn't, but it was a pleasant distraction while it lasted," Sol said, leaning forward and putting his head in his hands.
Jamie walked over and sat in Sol's lap, forcing Sol to lean back. "It's OK, baby, you're safe here. Do you want to fight some more before we talk about the mess you've gotten yourself in?"
Awkwardly, Sol put a hand on Jamie's leg. "No, it's best you know what's going on and the danger I've put you in by coming here."
"News travels fast, Honey. I already know a great deal of the story."
"Just the same, let me tell you my version. From the beginning."
"From the beginning, then," Jamie said, smiling.
[The Vampire’s Daughter: An ongoing vampire story. Copyright Reuben Gregg Brewer, 2005, 2006. All rights reserved.]
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