0254: The Vampire's Daughter Book Three

Francis, meanwhile, had found his way onto a transatlantic flight with the help of his grandfather. In New York, a car had been arranged to take him from the airport to a small motel in the town right next to Rye. It was, in fact, the same motel that Susan and Claudia had stayed at.

The next day he went to the house. As he walked up to the door, it became obvious that it had been broken in. He looked around knowing full well that whoever broke it was long gone.

Not knowing what else to do, he knocked on the door, sending it crashing down. The shock sent him back a few feet, as he looked around again, to make sure no one had heard. His heart pounding, he looked inside and yelled, “hello!”

"I guess no one's home," he said out loud to comfort himself before gingerly stepping over the door and into the house.

As soon as he stepped inside he smelled something rotten. At first it made him gag, but he got used to it. Moving from the entry way to the living room he said, "What a view," as he walked over to the window. He was standing in Sabastian's favorite spot.

Francis thought he saw someone standing behind him in a reflection in the window, which caused him to turn quickly. His already overworked heart pumped even faster. There was no one there, but he could now see into the kitchen, where food was literally all over the place.

He walked into the kitchen, looking around nervously for the person he thought he saw in the window. The smell in the house was rotting food, which was a comfort to Francis, as he thought it might have been something far more sinister.

Looking at the spoiling food, it was obvious to him that it was mostly frozen goods. He figured there must be something in the freezer, so he opened the door and found Claudia's body.

He turned away in disgust and puked into the sink. He couldn't turn around for several minutes he was so paralyzed with fear. He had seen dead animals, he had been tortured by Jamie, but he had never seen a dead human body. He was scared and sickened. He didn't know what to do.

After a couple of minutes he regained his composure and turned around. He looked at the corpse, felt his stomach tighten, turned around again and puked some more.

Breathing heavily with wide eyes, he knew he needed to close the freezer door if he had any hope of completing his mission. So, in one quick movement, he turned and closed the freezer door.

He assumed the old woman in the refrigerator was the Claudia about whom Sol had told him. He pitied her, being stuffed into a freezer was not the way he pictured anyone dying.

Looking around the kitchen at all the food, he decided he needed to go back into the living room and regroup. Sitting down, he realized that he was way over his head and needed help, or at least some guidance. Delivering a note was one thing, dealing with dead bodies was another.

He called his grandfather on his cell phone.



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