Vatore's Residence, Forgotten Hollow, 2027
A vampire met Lilith at her house on Saturday morning.
"You wanted me," said the vampire in a tone that made it clear she didn't want to be here.
"Come inside," said Lilith sombrely, as was her default state these days.
The vampire followed Lilith inside to the room at the back of the house. Lilith broke the news to her.
"What? That little murderer might be my Cas's maths teacher?" yelled the woman. "AT EIGHTEEN? HOW?"
"It'll be in the papers soon, Toni, so you'll be able to read all about it."
"I don't want my Cas anywhere near her. You understand me? If Lauren wants to pick on someone, pick on me, the rightful head of His Evil Services, not Cas, otherwise I'll be turning up at EVERY parent-teacher interview, to give her a few choice words of my own," snapped Toni.
"Is that all you are going to say? 'I see?'"
"I was actually going to ask what we are going to do about it, but you seem to have it all sussed out, so..."
"I'll tell you what we are going to do about it, Lilith, we are going to talk to Paris and tell him what you and I have discussed."
"But Paris won't want to do what we have agreed."
"TOO. BAD!" snapped Toni. "Paris is going to do it or I'm going to kill Lauren myself and Paris really won't like that."
"I guess not," said Lilith. Her brother, Caleb, appeared in the hallway.
"Paris is here," he said.
"Just our luck," said Toni. "Bring the boss in."
Paris entered from the hallway in a smart black suit.
"Paris," smiled Lilith nervously. "How very handsome you look today."
"Yes, it's great to see you, Paris. As it happens, we have, for you, a request," said Toni.
"'As it happens,' I have a request for you too," said Paris. "Please would you be so kind as to get rid of that cabinet at the back there. It's covering the window and it's...really frustrating me."
"Sorry, Paris," said Lilith. "Will do."
"Anyway," said Toni, causing Lilith to close her eyes and wait for the worst, "I have a request to make in the light of Lauren's 'victory' at the school."
"I'm waiting to hear it," said Paris, in a cold, steady tone that sent both a chill and a buzz through Lilith's veins.
"Im thinking we should send her to volunteer at a wilderness school for a year - make it her gap year, before she starts working towards her teacher's degree, I'm assuming that's part of her agreement while she's maths teacher. I figure, giving her some life experience will do her a lot of good in the long run."
Lilith gasped. Okay, that's not what we discussed and agreed.
"And yet," said Paris, seemingly replying to Lilith's thought, "it was the best idea I have heard since that meeting on Tuesday."
"But we didn't have a meeting on Tuesday," said Lilith.
"Yes we did," said Paris. "But you wouldn't have known about it, because It was between me and myself."
And he disappeared in a cloud of dark grey smoke.
"Okay, what was that?" said Lilith, bitterly. Paris must think I fret over nothing.
Toni smiled and said, "I may belong to His Evil Services - well, the late His Evil Services. I would belong to it if it was still up and running, but I would never perform the kind of interrogation we discussed on a teen."
"But you said it was the plan we agreed on."
"Yeah, well, I changed my mind in the heat of the moment. Think about it, though, Lilith. This plan is perfect, because we will have Lauren out of our hair, and who knows, keep her away from her family for long enough, she might grow up a bit."
The Hellewell-Fyre's house, Oasis Springs,
"So Henry," smiled Henry's father, Caleb. "Think you can manage one Saturday at home?"
Henry scowled. He and his father had just had an argument over whether Henry was old enough to join the Sweglords. Henry thought he was, but Caleb thought otherwise.
"You can pout all you like, Henry, but it's not going to change my decision. You're too young. Now, Paris has just called me to a meeting at the mansion, says it's urgent. Call me if you need anything, but your father Papa will be home at ten tonight from the vets."
"Humph," said Henry.
Once his father had left, Henry took his phone out of his trouser pocket. There has to be another way to find out what unfinished business my family has? It's not a matter of public record as I've scoured the web.
Henry checked the web.
Maybe I can tail my father to one of these secret meetings, or get better at eavesdropping?
He was thinking about this when...
"Yes?" said Henry.
"Sorry, wrong number," came a voice that sounded a lot like a certain king's.