0292: The Vampire's Daughter, Book Three

In the living room, Sabastian sat down next to Francis. He said nothing at all, but simply sat.

"Sol said that I should give the note to you. I didn't intend for what happened. I tried."

"I know you did," Sabastian said. "Do you know where Sol is?"

"No."

"Was he safe the last time you saw him?"

"Yes."

"You are sure he did not have a young girl with him?"

"Yes. He was with another like you."

"I can see that by the wounds," Sabastian said. "They were not caused by Vein's coven, they are older then the length of your stay here-though not by much.

"Can you contact Sol if you needed to?"

"I don't know," Francis said, "but I could try."

"Try."

Francis stood up and walked over to a phone. "May I?" he asked.

"Yes," Vein said from across the way, "but put it on speaker." He had been watching for a short while.

Francis dialed a number and said, "Grandpa?"

"Yes son. Are you OK? You've been gone for months." the voice on the other end said.

"I'm, I'm fine."

"You aren't alone?"

"No."

"Who is with you?" his grandfather asked.

Francis looked at Sabastian and then Vein. Vein nodded his head at Sabastian. "I'm with Sabastian."

"You delivered the message?"

"Sort of, yes."

After a long silence, his grandfather asked, "Are you still human?"

"Yes, I think so."

"He is unharmed," Sabastian said. "But I need information and you seem to be the only link to it."

"I assume I am talking with Sabastian."

"Yes."

"I hope you appreciate that there is only so much I can tell you. I risk my life even talking to you now."

"Then I will make my request simple. Can you contact Sol?"

There was another long pause, then a slightly trembling voice said, "I do not know anyone by that name." Francis' eyes went wide, as did Vein's. Francis looked to the ground, but Vein looked at Sabastian to see his reaction.

"Sol said you were trustworthy, but I did not assume you would sacrifice your own blood in loyalty to him," Sabastian said. "Let me rephrase my request. Can you contact your employer?"

"I don't know," Francis' grandfather said plainly. "We haven't been in touch for some time. In fact, I haven't heard from my employer since Francis left for New York to find you."

"I would appreciate if you would try to contact your employer. Francis will remain here, with me, so that you can contact him with any news. He will then relay that information to me," Sabastian said.

"How will I contact Francis? As he is not calling from his cell phone, I assume you took that from him."

"I did not, but I will assure that he has a private means of communicating with you. Unless told other wise, assume that his phone will be promptly returned."

"If I am able to contact my employer, will you let Francis go?"

"That depends on what your employer has to tell me," Sabastian said, as he got up and walked out of the room. Vein watched Sabastian leave, looked at Francis and lifted his shoulders as if to say, "I don't know," before leaving the room, too.

Francis picked up the phone and said, "I'm so scared grandpa."


[The Vampire's Daughter: An ongoing vampire story. Copyright Reuben Gregg Brewer, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009. All rights reserved.]