The Grandmaster's Mansion, Forgotten Hollow, 2028
Paris was on the phone to the king.
“Right… you’re bringing them home? … Good. Yeah, I’ll let you know if I see her… just let me talk to her first, before you…” Paris paused. “Anyway, bye.”
Paris pressed the red button on her phone.
There was a knock on the door.
Why? Paris internally groaned.
“Lilith, you really didn’t…”
“I’ve got you a plum and baby sparrow bloodshake,” said Lilith.
“You’re going to say you’re fine again…” said Lilith.
“No…Maybe…” said Paris.
Lilith closed her eyes.
“Can I come in?”
Paris nodded vaguely. "Yeah," she said, her voice just above a whisper.
Lilith followed Paris through the front door, past the main lobby, and into the lounge.
Paris sat down on her green, leather sofa, but Lilith remained standing.
"You’re welcome to sit down too, Lilith,” said Paris.
“Where shall I put the bloodshake?”
“In the kitchen. I'll drink it later.”
“Sweet, I’ll be back.”
“So,” Lilith walked back, still holding the bloodshake, “your fridge is full.”
She sat down next to Paris. “You’ve not been feeding.”
She forced the bloodshake into Paris's hands. “Drink.”
“I’m not thirsty,” Paris grumbled.
Lilith raised an eyebrow. “How are you going to think properly if you don’t drink anything?”
Paris put the drink away in the kitchen, then came back to sit down.
“He’s burying them,” said Paris after a pregnant pause.
“He’s burying my family – those that have died.”
“Oh… Alex?" Lilith paused while she made sense of Paris's sentences. "How do you feel about it?”
“Why didn’t he ask me about this first?”
Lilith said nothing, then asked, "how much did burying your nieces and nephews cost?"
Paris turned and stared at her, before replying, "I hope it bankrupted him. He should have let me bring my family home."
"Maybe he didn't realise you'd want to do it yourself."
"Then he should have done his research," Paris said, bitterly.
"Paris," said Lilith, "you could just bring them home now. You're a vampire, much stronger than Alex. You could head over to Granite Falls and bring home the bodies of your family now."
Paris said nothing. I might kill Alex, if I did that.
Paris shook her head. “Oh Lilith this is all my fault! I brought the deaths on my family.”
Lilith closed her eyes. The Sweglords and Evil Geniuses were going to kill each other somehow. All you were trying to do was create peace. They failed you not the other way round.
“Have you thought about what you're going to do when Edith and Caleb find out about this?”
“What do you think, Lilith?” Paris grumbled.
“I think of course you have,” Lilith replied. “But I have a suggestion.”
“Keep the truth from them for as long as possible. If they know, there will be more bloodshed, which is not what we want, right Paris? So, keep your family thinking they are still winning against the Evil Geniuses. Keep them thinking they have the ‘high ground.'"
Lilith rolled her eyes. “It’s… from Star Wars.” Duh, I thought everybody knows that. I mean, yeah, I'm an eighties vamp... well, actually I'm from the sixties, but eighties was cooler because of Star Wars!... Or maybe it seemed that way because it came before the nineties which ruined everything thanks to Buffy the Vampire Slayer!
“Never cared much for Star Wars,” Paris replied.
“But you must have known about the Star Wars memes? They're everywhere on the internet!”
“No, because we only had one computer in the flat when I was young and we had eight people living there. And there was always someone who needed it more than me.”
“Oh…” said Lilith. “Anyway… what do you think about my suggestion?”
Paris paused. Lilith supposed she was considering the proposal.
“I think,” said Paris feebly, “I think I shall have that bloodshake now.”