0226: The Vampire's Daughter, Book Three

After their little tryst, Sol and Jamie lay together for a while before Jamie asked, "Are you going to ask Sabastian for help?"

"I don't know," Sol said. "He is very protective of the little girl, Susan. I think he would view my current situation as a risk to her safety. That's something he wouldn't tolerate. I’m not sure that I would feel comfortable with the risk either, to tell you the truth."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I think I'll write Sabastian a note and I'll have my man send Francis to deliver it in person."

"You could just call, you know. We have these things called phones today. I've seen you use one."

"Stop being a wise ass. Sabastian doesn't really do modern technology, if you can still consider a telephone a modern technology," Sol answered.

"How does he live if he hasn't adapted?"

"Very well it appears. He's an odd one. Money and the trapping of wealth don't mean much to him. He really just wants to be left alone."

"I would very much like to meet this anomaly some day," Jamie said. "So you're going to bring that delicious little boy back for a visit?"

"Yes, and you won't touch him."

"You are no fun," Jamie said rolling over in bed, to face away from Sol.

"Regardless, you will do as I say."

"Or what?"

Sol didn't answer, and instead got up and walked back into the living room to find his cell phone. He sat on the couch again as he made the call.

"Yes sir."

"I need you to send Francis back to the summer house," Sol said.

"Is... everything OK sir?"

"Yes," Sol answered with a chuckle. "I simply need him to deliver a note to New York for me."

"The United States sir?"

"Yes." Jamie walked in, draped in a white terrycloth robe and looked out the window.

"He hasn't arrived back at the office yet, but I'll contact him and have him turn around immediately."

"Thank you," Sol said, hanging up the phone.

"What are you going to say in the letter?" Jamie asked.

"I'm not sure," Sol answered, leaning back into the soft leather couch.

"Shall I get you some paper and a pen?"

"That would be very helpful," he answered, letting the couch envelope his skin with it's soft feel and leathery smell. He thought about what the note should say, but nothing seemed appropriate.

After a minute or two, Jamie walked in and handed Sol paper and pen. Then letting the robe drop to Sol's feet, Jamie laid across his legs. "You can use me as your desk."

Sol chuckled, but didn't protest and started to write.

"You know," Jamie said after a few strokes of Sol's pen, "it's awfully hard for me to keep still with you poking at me like that."

Sol looked at Jamie, who had turned to see Sol's reaction, and smiled. He quickly went back to the letter, saying, "You can deal with the poking for a little bit. I need to get this note done before I lose my nerve."

"I've never known you to lose anything that quickly," Jamie joked.




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