0352: The Vampire's Daughter Book IV

Having fallen to his hands and knees from the force of the impact, Thomas looked up at Night and screamed, “Do something.”

A flash of anger raged across Sabastian's face and he strode over to Thomas with the intent of yelling, “Shut up.” But what came out of his mouth was not his voice or his words. When he opened his mouth the sound erupted from it, it was voices. Not one, not two, but a cacophony of voices. Men's voices, women's voices, adults and children all speaking at once. There were different languages, different dialects, different words. It was impossible to understand what was being said. What was palpable, however, was the anger. All of the voices were angry and what they were saying was angry.

Thomas looked at Sabastian with wide eyes, he pulled away, but could only go as far as the wall directly behind him. He shifted to sit, leaning his back against the wall just below the section crushed by his body just moments before.

No one spoke a word, until Thomas looked at Night. But before he could say anything, Sabastian turned to her and said, “Save your soul.” It was clear and distinct, it was one voice, but it was not Sabastian's voice. It was the voice of a woman and there was no anger in it, the words were said with love.

Night looked at him with terror in her eyes. It had been so long since she had heard that voice. How could that voice be coming from Sabastian? How could it have gotten into him? She didn't believe for a second that it was Sabastian who had done this, but it was obvious to her, despite not really understanding what was going on, that a vampire that Sabastian had killed had. In willful disbelief she asked, “Mother?”

Sabastian went to speak again, planning to say, “no,” but the voice responded to Night by reiterating the warning, “Save your soul while you still can.”

Night's terror changed to shock. It was her mother. A vampire had killed her. She backed away until she reached the door and then ran.

Sabastian turned to Thomas, who's face had changed. It was obvious that he was no longer afraid. There was almost a confidence in his eyes.

Sabastian just looked at him for a moment and then opened his mouth to ask where Susan was, but again the din of voices erupted. Only this time, they seemed to shimmer and eventually they began to fall off. It was like a waterfall whose flow was being constrained until only a trickle remained. Little by little the voices trailed away until only one sounded. “Where is my daughter?” it asked.

“I don't have her,” Thomas said. “I thought that I would find her here. It's why I came here. I most certainly didn't want to meet you.”

Sabastian went to speak again, but Thomas put up his hand and said, “No, don't. Let me talk.”

Thomas went on, “I had assumed that Elizabeth had the girl and was either overtly or covertly using her as a means to control you. You know me well enough to realize that I would use the little girl in this way. I should have known that my darling Elizabeth would never do such a thing to you. In fact, you probably know that I came here with the full intent of taking the girl and using her in just such a way.

Thomas paused and looked with genuine interest at Sabastian before saying, “I've seen this before.”




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