0279: The Vampire's Daughter, Book Three

“The white vampire?” Henry asked, “You must mean Meredith.”

“I don’t know what her name is. All I know is that she is tall and pale,” Sol said. “Although I’ve encountered her, she’s never spoken to me as such. It was more like she screamed at me.”

“Yes, that would be Meredith. She doesn’t talk, at least not anymore. She communicates through her mind. When she opens her mouth to talk all that comes out is a scream.”

“Why is that?” Sol asked.

“I don’t really know. I was young when it started to happen. It started much like what the humans call Tourette's syndrome. One day she started screaming when she wanted to talk.”

“But it isn’t like screaming,” Sol said. “It’s more like white noise.”

“Yeah, I think that’s a fair description of it.”

“It was like she wanted to converse with me, but she couldn’t. It was almost painful to see, let alone hear,” Sol stated.

“Oh, trust me, I know it’s painful to hear. You should see her when she’s mad!” Henry said, laughing heartily. “But it really is painful for her. As I said, I was there when it happened. I watched her pain. It got to a point where she simply couldn’t talk at all.

“My guess is that you shielded your mind from her, so she couldn’t communicate with you. Either that, or she wanted to read your mind and didn’t have any other way to tell you to lower your defenses.”

“I was shielding my mind. At one point I was asleep and she managed to read a good deal of my history, but I awoke and she left,” Sol said.

“From what I can tell, she doesn’t mean you any harm,” Henry said reassuringly.

“You’ve met her since you’ve been here?” Sol asked.

“Yes. I’ve had an audience with the entire group.”

“She’s the only one I’ve had any real contact with,” Sol said.

“I’m not surprised,” Henry responded. “She was always very inquisitive. Got her into a great deal of trouble, as I recall. A few times I had to go get her out of trouble. I remember once she wanted to meet the Father, so she ran off and…” He stopped and looked at Sol with a smile. “I shouldn’t finish that story in present company, I’m sorry I even brought it up. You have a way of making people feel very comfortable around you.”

“I’m glad to hear that, but I would have preferred you finish the story,” Sol said. "So how exactly do you know her?"

“I am of her blood line.”

“What blood line is that?”

“She is of the four. A direct descendent of Og. More than that, I do not know,” Henry answered.

“So you are a descendent of Og?”

“Yes.”

“And what of Gan?”

“I don’t really know. It isn’t something we’ve discussed.”

“You are lying.”

“Yes, I won’t discuss another’s lineage. If you want to know, you can ask Gan,” Henry replied.

“I may do that, but tell me more about the four. There are many of our kind that don’t even believe they exist. And yet, in the last year, I’ve met several vampires that seem to claim direct relations,” Sol said.

“The four,” Henry started. “Yes, they exist as surely as you and I. I’ve met Og and Minitosa. I’ve not had the pleasure of meeting the other two. They are interesting, to say the least. Very old. I’ve been told, though I don’t know for sure, that one of the two I’ve not met, and I don’t know their names, is very primitive. Almost tribal. I can’t confirm that, now, but it’s what I’ve been told by more than one of our kind.”

“What about the father?” Sol asked.

“I’ve never met him, but if the four exist, why wouldn’t the father?” Henry asked rhetorically.

“Elizabeth told me that it was just a story. All of it is just a story to give us meaning. To tie us back to God in some way.”

“I wouldn’t believe everything your sire tells you,” Henry replied. “She is a beautiful vampire, but she has her own agenda. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, but she doesn’t, and hasn’t ever, followed the normal path.”



[The Vampire's Daughter: An ongoing vampire story. Copyright Reuben Gregg Brewer, 2005, 2006, 2007. All rights reserved.]