0328: The Vampire’s Daughter, Book Four

After the cleaning crew arrived, Night went directly to Thomas' chamber. She knocked respectfully at the door, but she knew she would have to barge in. She could hear the hedonistic noises through the door. It was typical of Thomas to relieve his stress with such carnal diversions.

Night walked in, looking away from the bed teaming with undulating bodies. “Thomas?” she asked loudly.

Lifting himself to a sitting position, Thomas looked over the shoulder of a recently sired vampire. “Yes Night?”

“We need to talk.”

“I assume it is urgent or you wouldn't have interrupted me.”

“It is.”

“And you can't talk to me while I finish what I'm doing?” Thomas asked.

“It involves Elizabeth,” she said.

Thomas stood up, sending the young girl on top of him to the floor. “Out!” he screamed. “Everyone Out!”

The room quickly cleared, leaving Thomas standing naked in front of Night. “Well?” he asked with obvious anger.

“She has been spotted in Park Slope.”

“Brooklyn?”

“Yes.”

“There are no material covens there, what is she up to?”

“I'm not sure. But my men said she was alone,” Night said, obviously trying to avoid looking at him.

“Alone? That isn't like her.”

“They lost her near a school.

“Lost her? What kind of incompetents do we have here?” Thomas bellowed.

“They have been taken care of. I saw to it myself,” Night stated, covering up her own tracks. “I suspect she was meeting someone. Perhaps she decided that it was neutral ground. A good place for bargaining.”

“No. She's too damn intelligent to go anywhere alone. Not now. Not after what has happened. And especially not for a meeting of coven heads. She knows you can't trust anyone.

“There's something else,” he continued. “Sabastian! That must be where she's stashed him,” he said. “She wouldn't want to bring anyone with her for that, or at least it would be hard for her to find anyone stupid enough to join her.”

“Sabastian remains with her in Manhattan. At her coven house. Vein, it appears, is stupid enough to watch over him,” Night said, looking at the ceiling to avoid watching Thomas as he strode back and forth across the room thinking and still quite naked.

“Yes, I dare say he would be stupid enough.”

“I believe it is something else, but I don't know what. Perhaps I should follow her myself. Alone,” Night suggested.

Thomas stopped in his tracks and walked right up to Night to look her in the eyes. “You are very nervous. It is not like you to show fear like this.”

“I'm sorry,” she said, looking down, unfortunately down meant staring directly at his penis. “My run in with Sabastian has, well...” she stopped.

“He is powerful. I understand,” Thomas said, resuming his walk. “Do you think yourself up to the task?”

“Yes,” Night said proudly, trying to put a strong facade on her ruse.

“Then so be it. You will follow her tomorrow night to Brooklyn and report back as soon as you know where she is going and for what purpose.

“Now leave me and send my concubines back in. I find myself distracted and need a release.”

“Yes sir,” Night said, turning and walking to the door.

As her hand touched the door handle, Thomas said, “Night, don't disappoint me.”

She did not answer as she opened the door and informed the vampires in the anteroom that they were wanted. She knew all too well that what she was about to do could easily lead to her death. But, somehow, she felt as though Sabastian would protect her. It was a calm feeling, a serenity that she never got with Thomas.

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