0331: The Vampire’s Daughter, Book Four
“So, Little Bee, you have taken a great risk in coming yourself to tell me of the meeting you have arranged with Thomas,” Sabastian said once they were alone in a room.
“I don't know why, but it seemed better to tell you myself.”
“Brooklyn,” he stated.
“Yes. I came all this way so you could tell me you already knew?” Night asked.
“No, Little Bee, you came all this way for other reasons. And I did not know until you arrived, if that makes you feel better.”
“I don't like it when you call me Little Bee,” Night announced, turning and walking to a window at the far side of the room.
“I am sorry. I know you do not like to be called by that name. I used it to upset you originally, but, somehow, it seems to fit you. I have continued to use it because it simply feels more appropriate.”
“I guess that's why my whole family started to call me Little Bee when I was a kid. It's just,” she stopped talking.
“It reminds you of the life you left behind.”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Too hastily, I believe. A life you sorely miss, but you know it has gone forever.”
“Yes,” she said again, turning to look at Sabastian.
“I didn't realize,” she said, a tear starting down her face.
“Does anyone ever understand?”
“I guess not,” she said, walking back up to him. He touched her cheek, wiping the tear away with his finger.
“We all make choices in life, some turn out good others do not. There are times when we simply must make the best of what we have chosen.”
“Yeah, yeah I guess so,” she said, looking through him in contemplation. “Do you need the particulars of the meeting?”
“No, but I believe you should tell me anyway.”
Night went on to recount what she had set up, even going into the guards in the control room. She gave him an address in Park Slope Brooklyn that he should be at in one week's time.
“I'll have to be with Thomas,” she said, finally. “How should we handle that?”
“I can knock you unconscious, but I doubt he will fully believe the ruse,” Sabastian said.
“I can admit my deceit.”
“He would kill you. It is not your time yet. You will rise to protect him and I will knock you to the floor. You will remain there, protecting your mind,” Sabastian said to her.
Looking him in the eyes, Night replied, “I don't like the plan. I won't do it. But I don't know what else to do.”
“Then we shall let the event progress as it may. It is time for you to leave,” he said in quick succession, leaving Night little time to consider anything as he headed for the door. She followed, knowing full well that they were done.
As they walked the vampires of the coven looked on, some in anger and others in awe. They met Vein at the door wearing a small backpack.
“There you are,” he said in a loud and jocular tone. “I was afraid you had left without me.”
“I did not,” Sabastian replied dryly before turning to Night. “Night, I will see you again at the appointed time.”
She looked at him, tiled her head slightly, and said, “I think I would prefer you to go back to calling me Little Bee.”
“I am glad you have made that choice,” Sabastian said to her. “So, in that case, Little Bee, I will meet you at the appointed location.”
Night smiled briefly and entered the elevator. Sabastian and Vein remained behind.
“You aren't worried that she'll be attacked as she leaves?” Vein asked.
“That would be a fools errand,” Sabastian said to him.
“I have no doubt it would be.” He paused and then said, “So, we're bunkmates now. Any plans on where we're going to live?”
“I intend to go home.”
“Oh, yeah, that sounds great to me. Right in the middle of Thomas' territory. Why didn't I think of that?” Vein added sarcastically.
Sabastian looked at him unemotionally before the slightest hint of a smile floated across his face and disappeared. Vein said nothing about it, but felt deep within that he had somehow connected with Sabastian.
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