0329: The Vampire’s Daughter, Book Four

The next evening Night left early. She had reassigned all of the Enforcers that were watching Elizabeth's coven house to other duties, leaving herself free to come and go as she wished. She collected a bag of clothing, put on her usual attire and then headed out for what she knew would prove to be a difficult night. She wasn't looking forward to it, but she didn't see any other choice.

After leaving Thomas' territory, she found a bathroom in which to change. She went from leather clad leader of the Enforcers to what most would have considered a bag lady. She traversed the rest of her journey more slowly and with a slight limp.

Knowing that her ruse would only work at a distance, she was greeted with the exact amount of respect she anticipated upon arriving at Elizabeth's coven house.

“Vampire, show yourself,” was the demand from one of the guards in front of the building.

“I will show myself to Sabastian,” she said, desperately trying to hide her mind and any other characteristic that might lead them to her identity.

“This is the Orion's coven house, Sabastian is a guest in it. Any that come here must show themselves to Elizabeth.”

“Oh,” she said quietly, “then, with your leave, I will see Madam President and ask her permission to see Sabastian.”

By this time there were several guards on the scene. They began discussing between themselves what to do when one said loudly, “This is ridiculous!” He walked over and removed Night's hood.

Upon being revealed she stood tall. The guards, meanwhile, were temporarily shocked. Getting their wits back, however, they grabbed her rather roughly.

“I wouldn't do this if I were you,” she said in a matter of fact tone.

“Pushing her up against a wall one of the guards said, “You don't have your Enforcers here to protect you. Trust me, we're not concerned.”

The guard grabbed her neck and lifted her up only to drop her just as quickly when a hand went around his neck and he was lifted into the air.

“She is with me,” Sabastian announced.

None of the guards said anything, they simply dispersed, leaving the one in Sabastian's grasp to fend for himself. “Do you understand?” Sabastian asked him calmly.

The guard grunted that he did, causing Sabastian to drop him to the pavement. He ran off quickly.

“This visit is a risk Little Bee,” Sabastian said to Night as she stood looking at him with admiration. A feeling she had a difficult time understanding. “Follow me.”

Sabastian walked into the building with Night following behind. No one stopped him as he got on the elevator to Elizabeth's apartment. As he stepped out, however, he met Elizabeth, Vein and Jillian.

“There had better be a good reason for this,” Jillian said tersely. “We've put up with your eccentric behavior for long enough. This is just over the top.”

Vein looked in awe at Jillian and let out a soft chuckle. He was impressed by the openly butch lesbian's courage, though he doubted that she understood the risks she was taking with her own life, let alone everyone else in the entire coven.

Elizabeth just looked. Nothing more. She didn't know what to say or do with Sabastian anymore She knew she couldn't control him or even contain him. She knew that he came and went as he pleased and that she would only know if he chose to tell her. She was almost a captive to his whims. It saddened her and angered her.

Sabastian, for his part in the drama, was simply looking at the trio with little more than disinterest. They were in his way.

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