0223: The Vampire's Daughter Book 3

Opening the door to Jamie's little torture chamber, Sol found Francis sitting on the surgical steel table, with his hands covering his groin. "Here," he said, tossing the boy's clothing to him. As the boy caught the bundle, Sol noted that Jamie was right about Francis' manhood and shook his head to admonish himself for looking.

"Get dressed and we'll talk some more about what happens next."

"Yes sir," Francis answered.

"I'll be in the living room waiting. It's down the hall on the right. The door will be unlocked."

"Yes sir," the boy said and paused as if he wanted to ask something but was too afraid.

Noting the look on Francis' face, Sol said, "I'll make sure Jamie isn't around," then left the room.

Sol asked Jamie to leave Frances and he alone for a little while so that Sol was alone when the boy came into the living room. He looked around tentatively, causing Sol to say, "Jamie is not here."

"Thank you sir," Francis responded, walking over and standing in front of Sol.

"Sit," Sol said, pointing to a chair across from him. "We need to talk."

"Yes sir."

After his guest had seated himself as directed, Sol said, "When I told you that none would ever admit to meeting me because I would kill them, you said you wouldn't tell anyone of our acquaintance."

"Yes sir."

"Can you truly live by that?"

"I won't tell anyone about meeting you sir, you have my word."

"Nor about what happened to you here."

"Never sir. I'll never tell anyone."

"You realize that breaking this promise will result in your death?" Sol asked.

Francis looked at Sol for a moment and then, quietly, said, "Yes."

"Good. Then we have an understanding. Your loyalty won't go unrewarded. Come, help me get my things from my car," Sol said, standing and walking to the door. The boy followed him.

Sol opened the door and stepped on to the landing of the stone stairwell that led to the driveway. Slowly he walked to the car and opened the driver's side. He reached in and took out a small duffel bag and handed it to Francis. As Sol stood up, he noted with a smile that the boy was in awe of the car. "Do you like the car?" he asked.

"Sir, it's an Aston Martin."

"Yes. Yes it is. Do you like it."

"Oh my, yes sir."

Sol tossed Francis the keys.

"You're going to let me drive it sir?"

"No, I'm giving it to you."

"Sir?"

"If you are loyal to me... truly loyal... This will only be the beginning of what you can expect from my gratitude."

"My God sir."

"Don't use the Lord's name in vane," Sol said with a smirk.

"I'm sorry sir, I only meant..."

"I know what you meant. Now go back to the office and see your grandfather. Do not speak of what happened here. I'll call him and tell him to transfer the car to you. The office will, of course, pick up any costs associated with the maintenance of the vehicle, in addition to fuel and insurance costs."

"Sir. Thank you."

"Francis, from here on out your assignments will be vastly different."

"No problem sir."

"Just remember our agreement."

"I will sir."

"Not even your grandfather."

"I won't discuss it with him, but, if I may ask, you said he met you sir?"

"Yes."

"Why can't I talk to him about meeting you?"

"Because I would have to kill you both if you did," Sol said, taking his bag from the boy and walking back to the house. "Have a safe trip."

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