0256: The Vampire's Daughter

Finding trouble didn't take long, as he arrived at Elizabeth's old home after the sun had set. Of course Francis didn't realize the danger, but he did have a particularly bad feeling, as so far his trip hadn't gone nearly as well as he had hoped.

He walked up to the building, past a group of people loitering around. He noted them because they were all in various forms of black leather. And they seemed to take a keen interest in him as he walked past. Not sure what to do, Francis nodded politely.

As he stepped into the lobby of the building, a doorman greeted him, though he looked like the people past whom he had just walked.

"May I help you sir?" the doorman asked with much fanfare and grand gestures.

Cautiously, Francis said, "I have an urgent delivery for a Miss Elizabeth."

"Do you? How grand. I'll make sure she gets it," the doorman said, holding out his hand.

"I have instructions to give the document directly to her."

"Oh," the doorman said, holding a hand to his chest. "Do you not trust me?"

Taken aback, Francis sputtered, "N.. No, that's not it..."

"Then I'll take it and deliver it for you."

"No. My orders were to give this directly to Miss Elizabeth and that is what I must do."

"Well, it's your life I guess. Take the elevator to the top. You’re a bright boy, you'll figure out the rest."

Francis was very confused by the encounter. He wondered how anyone would have hired that person to be a doorman, but didn't pay enough attention to the thought to realize that no one had.

When the elevator doors opened, he was greeted by a scantily clad woman.

"Miss Elizabeth?" he asked.

She didn't answer, but did invite him into the apartment.

Inside, he was confronted by over a dozen other people, but was escorted past them to a room in the back of the massive apartment.

"This human wants to see Elizabeth," the woman said to a man sitting with his head in his hands.

Slowly lifting his head, the man asked, "Why?"

"I have a message for her," Francis stammered.

"What is it?"

"I.. I can only deliver it to her."

"No worries, I'll give it to her," the man stated, holding out his hand.

"I'm sorry sir, but I must give this message to her. Would your name happen to be Sabastian?" Francis asked without thinking.

The man perked up and asked, "Who sent you?"

"I'm not at liberty to say."

The man laughed and said, "I'm not Sabastian, but I think we can help each other just the same."



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