0351: The Vampire's Daughter Book IV

The building was dark when Night and Thomas walked up to it. “I sense nothing inside,” Thomas said.

“This is the building, I'm sure of it,” she replied. “I don't know why she comes here, but there seems only a few reasons that might make sense.”

“Yes,” he answered, “I only hope it's favorable for us.”

“I believe this will be a fruitful escapade,” Night said, knowing full well that this was a trap. She was doing everything in her power to shield her mind from her sire, afraid that he would see through her ruse.

Night was beginning to see, however, that Thomas was so blinded by his own mind that it was virtually impossible for him to see anything. Ever since the incident in Sabastian's basement, he had been more and more distracted by his own hatreds and desires.

Although she was clearly a part of the conspiracy, she felt as though Thomas was equally involved. That, perhaps, he was even more to blame for what was to come than she was or, for that matter, than Sabastian.

As they walked up the steps of the building, she thought about Sabastian and Thomas. She feared them both, but differently. Thomas was powerful, calculating and ruthless. He would do anything for power. Night knew full well that if power required sacrificing her, despite years of loyal service, Thomas would eagerly forsake her.

Her fear of Sabastian was different. He almost seemed pure, or at least as pure as a vampire could be. She feared him not because of what he could or would do to her. She knew full well he would kill her without a second thought. What she feared of him was his judgment. That he asked her to do what she knew to be right, despite the risks it might pose for her. She feared failing the test.

Night stopped for a moment on the last flight of steps and closed her eyes. She knew that whatever was coming would be her greatest trial. She also knew full well that she would sacrifice Thomas, that she was sacrificing Thomas. She resumed walking, catching up to Thomas at the only door on the top floor.

“Is this it?” he asked her.

“Honestly, I don't know,” she answered. “But it appeared to me that she came to the top floor. Since this is the only door here.”

“Open it,” he commanded.

Night took a breath, knowing full well his intent was to sacrifice her if this were a trap, and forced the door open. She quickly stepped inside to see Sabastian standing silently across the empty room.

“There's nothing here,” Thomas said from behind her, walking in and pushing her out of the way.

Night looked at Sabastian in astonishment. He raised a hand, effectively telling her to be quiet.

Thomas looked around the large apartment. There was nothing at all in the entire place, no furniture, no belongings, no trace that anyone human or vampire had been there in years.

Dragging a hand across the kitchen counter, he put his finger up to show Night. “No one has been here in years.” He was angry.

“I...” she started before Sabastian walked across the room toward Thomas. She watched as he moved, seeing him the entire way. To Thomas, however, it was as if Sabastian was emerging from a cloud of smoke. Like he had appeared by way of magic. His eyes went wide as he tried to get out of the apartment. Sabastian caught him by the arm and threw him into a wall across the room. When he landed, the entire room shook from the force of the impact.




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