0294: The Vampire's Daughter, Book Three

After Elizabeth had made up her mind to take on Thomas, she got ready for her meetings with the other covens. She put on her best skintight leather outfit, brought over for her by Vein's people, ensuring that ample cleavage was shown, and applied deep red lipstick.

"I wish Sabastian were here to tell me how good I look," she said out loud. Sighing, she added, "Even Sol's disinterest in my looks would be a small blessing right now."

She primped her hair, took one last look in the mirror, and walked out into the hallway. She told several vampires that they would be escorting her to a meeting.

The vampires, looked at each other, before one asked, sarcastically and with a great deal of attitude, "And why should we do anything you tell us?"

Elizabeth looked at him for a moment before walking up to him. He stood defiant, before his eyes went wide in a mix of surprise and pain. He slumped to the ground, leaving Elizabeth holding his heart in her bloody hand. "I am the head of this coven and I will be obeyed," she said, tossing his heart on top of his dead body. The other vampires looked on in shock.

Elizabeth looked at them and asked, "Am I understood?"

"Yes, my lady," the two other vampires said quickly before slightly bowing.

Elizabeth looked down at her bloody hand and the blood that she had gotten all over her outfit. "How does Sabastian do this without getting any blood on himself," she thought before saying, "Well, this outfit is ruined, but I expect there to be more bloodshed before the night is through, so I don't think I'll bother changing. Someone get me a towel so I can wipe off my hand."

A towel was produced and she left with a small group of vampires in tow.

Elizabeth walked North. She reasoned that she would start in the upper areas of Manhattan, an area where Thomas wouldn't likely have attempted to gain control. As she entered Harlem, a small group of vampires begin following her band, but at a distance.

A few block later she stopped, looked down with obvious frustration, and said, "How about you run ahead and tell Sam I'm here to see him."

"How about you suck my dick," was the reply.

Still looking down, Elizabeth said, "You are certainly a brazen one when there's a hundred yards between us. Why not come over here and cop that attitude to my face. You can bring your friends, if that makes you feel safer."

The vampire and those with him, walked slowly toward Elizabeth and her group. Elizabeth said, "Don't fight unless you have to. I'll take care of this."

The vampire that Elizabeth challenged walked right up to her and, standing in front of her, said, "Why don't you suck my dick?"

Elizabeth was still looking at the ground, her hair hiding her face. "Why don't you be a good lap dog and do what you're told before I have to rub your face in your own shit to teach you a lesson?"

The vampire moved to hit Elizabeth, but she reached up and grabbed his arm. The others could see he was struggling to move his arm, but that she was obviously overpowering him. She forced him to kneel in front of her.

From the lower angle, he could see that his opponent was Elizabeth, the former president of the Tribunal. He could also see the blood that covered the front of her outfit. He stopped fighting her and looked up at her face. Elizabeth, however, was still looking at the ground.

After a few seconds, she said, "I'm in no mood to play, boy. Why don't you go tell your sire I'm here to see him?"

He nodded his head, which prompted Elizabeth to let his arm go. He stood up and ran.

"Let's go," Elizabeth said, walking on. The vampires continued to trail behind, but at a greater distance than before.


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