0327: The Vampire’s Daughter, Book Four

When Sabastian arrived back at Elizabeth's coven house, she flew at him in a furry. “Where were you?” she demanded loudly and in front of many others.

Sabastian looked at her and walked on.

“I asked you a question!” she yelled at him. Grabbing his arm and stopping him. She looked at her hand, not believing what she felt. It was such a short time since she last touched him, but his body seemed to have changed. It was as though he were stone. With sadness in her eyes, she said, “I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you.”

Under her hand, which was still holding his arm, she could feel his body turn more supple. She looked at her hand in disbelief and then up at Sabastian's face. “I was worried,” she repeated.

“I was perfectly safe.”

“I would like for you to have company with you when you leave,” she said, almost lovingly.

“I know that and I have in most circumstances yielded to that wish. However such company tonight would have been an inconvenience.”

Elizabeth let his arm go, and then asked, “Can you at least tell me where you have been?”

“I Choose not to,” he said, before walking out of the living room.

“That went well,” Vein said, with a laugh.

Elizabeth shot a stern look at him before she lightened, realizing that Vein was not mocking her. He was trying to lighten her mood.

“He is so lost,” she said seriously. “I don't know if he knows what he's doing or not.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I don't think any vampire in the city would be able to kill him. So I suspect he's completely safe no matter where he goes.”

“Yes,” Elizabeth said. “But some day, he may not know how to get back.”

Vein just looked at her for a moment before a melancholy smile spread across his face. He said nothing and walked away.

After Sabastian's departure, Night went immediately to the security room, where a team of Enforcers watched over live video feeds from virtually the entire coven house. She asked if anyone had seen Sabastian enter the house, even though she knew the answer—if they had seen him, alarms would have been sounded.

She had them play back video from when he arrived and all looked on in shock. No one saw him. No one in the entire house saw him. Night was shocked at his power.

“I swear he wasn't there before,” one of he Enforcers said.

“He couldn't have been, we would have seen him,” another pointed out.

“You were leading him around the house,” one announced, “you knew he was there.”

Night looked at the four and told them to go into an adjoining room and wait for her. There would need to be a debriefing. “I think we may be able to keep this from Thomas,” she said, “if we get our stories together.”

They all agreed eagerly, knowing that Thomas would likely kill them if they said anything. After they left, Night copied the video files and then deleted the originals. She put her head into the room with the men, who were nervously talking.

With a wry smile, she announced, “There seems to have been a lapse in the security system and some recent security archives appear to have been deleted on your watch.” The men all looked at each other smiling. They didn't know what she was going to do, but it appeared that she had taken care of the problem.

“I'm going to need to talk with you about what happened, to see if it was a technical glitch or if there were other causes. So you'll have to wait here for a little bit. Once I get coverage for the control room, I'll be back to get the particulars of the night's events.”

The Enforcers were relieved and, after she had left, talked more freely.

After leaving, Night found coverage for the room and then brought a team of her select Enforcers. She instructed them to kill the vampires in the room for treason against Thomas. They followed orders and slaughtered them.

“I'll wait here while you get the cleanup crew,” Night announced, sending the killers on their way. After they had left, she looked around and said quietly, “I bet you guys didn't have a clue that today would be your time to die.”


[The Vampire’s Daughter: An ongoing vampire story. Copyright Reuben Gregg Brewer, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010. All rights reserved.]