0305: The Vampire's Daughter, Book Three

"It has been said," Meredith started, "that the son will come and shine the light that will reveal the chosen one. We had always assumed that son meant child, not necessarily sun like the star at the center of the solar system. Moreover, John Paul, your friend, had stated that Thomas would be the root of..." she paused.

"Yes, my lady?" Sol asked.

"The root of our kind's destruction. You're name is sun and you are of Thomas," Meredith said, before stopping again to look around the room. "As you noted, the king is not with us. The question before this group is whether or not you are the sun. If the answer is yes, then we need to wake the king. If the answer is no, we..."

"Would likely want to kill me," Sol said, finishing her sentence.

"Yes," she said.

"So, am I to continue answering questions? Or have you made up your minds?"

"I have made mine up," one of the vampires announced. "I say we dispatch this young man and be done with this charade. It is obvious he isn't the one."

"How so?" Meredith asked.

"He doesn't even know if he believes in God," the vampire replied. "How could he be the one if he doesn't even know if he believes?"

"Yes," another vampire responded, causing others to mumble in agreement.

"And what would prove to you that Sol was the one? Perhaps a miracle?" Meredith asked in sarcasm.

"That would be a start," a vampire announced, standing up. "This misfit, accused of killing not only his supposed friend, but also the vampire in line to lead the Zionists, comes to us from nowhere and we are supposed to believe that he is the chosen one? What of the army outside the gates waiting to kill him? They clearly must realize his importance," the vampire said, causing some laughter among the others.

"He healed my voice," Meredith said quietly.

No one said anything, but looked around at each other in mixture of shock and disbelief.

"You don't think my voice just came back to me do you? Sol healed me. There is your starting point," she said.

"You must be mistaken, my Lady," a vampire said. "Perhaps your voice came back to you, but while you rested and you simply hadn't tried to speak yet."

"Perhaps you think I'm an idiot? Perhaps you aren't here to find the chosen one, but are, instead, here to stop the chosen one? Perhaps the King, my father, has placed you all here to make sure that the chosen one never arrives."

"This is not true," one of the vampires said, after the others looked around the room at each other with grave concern in their eyes.

"If it is not true, then you have the opportunity to prove yourselves to me and to God. I tell you that this vampire has healed me. He has performed a miracle that no other could have performed. No, that no other has ever performed despite repeated attempts. He has saved me from the curse under which I lived. If this is not enough for you to believe, then what is?" Meredith asked.

The vampires sat silently, looking around at each other. There was obvious concern in some, anger in others, and downright fear in a couple of the vampire's faces.

"Why do you sit mute? I know you don't dare think anything, as I'll read your thoughts instantly. So if you won't think and won't speak, then I must assume that you don't believe what I have told you or, worse, that you don't believe in God."


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