“Our history has shown that in the past, to lure a human into submission, an immortal will slowly eliminate what the desired human has holding them to the mortal world; such as family or a business. One by one, taking the things that ground a human. For once those things are gone, the ties that bind. A vampire’s proposal is not as easy to disregard. We believe that this vampire (I wasn’t about to explain that the creature is not exactly like us) wants you for his or her self and is slowly severing your ties to the mortal world.” I stopped, gave her a moment to absorb what I was telling her. She looked down at her hands.

“May I ask you a question?” I said regarding her carefully.

“You just did.” Her dazzling smile throws me off kilter, not to mention her joke.

I smile at the floor, as I lift my gaze to meet hers; she is now regarding me carefully.

“I realize you left the Queen’s residence due to your lack of comfort in unfamiliar territory, but…” I had to gage my words cautiously, “your safety, your children’s safety is not just our mission, it’s our utmost priority.”

I stop and allow her to again absorb what I am trying to convey but before I have an opportunity to complete the thought she did it for me.

“And when I am not where you put me, you get unhinged?” she mutters.
“Precisely, but regardless of that, it means we aren’t doing our job, proper.” I am aware of her discomfort.

“Oh, Griffin.” she whispered to herself, looking out the blackened windows, which in the pitch of night only reflected two blurry figures sitting on couches.
I decide to change the subject for both our sakes.

“Tell me about him, how did you meet?” I said and her face turned up to me in surprise at the request.

“It’s a long story.” Her face turned down to her hands as she emphasizes the word ‘long’.

“I’ve got time.” I replied smiling, revealing a little teeth and she smiled in return. She took in another deep breath and shrugged her shoulders indicating she would proceed with the tale.

“Um, ok, well….where do I start? Well, I escaped to North Carolina, after high school, due to my status in the community; I along with Frankie and our other friend Molly went to school up there. We met some unsavory characters and spent time in some even worse places. I returned home pregnant with Scarlet while my friends stayed in NC. Scarlet’s dad’s name is John. That is a whole other can of worms, but once we got back into the fold of New Orleans John, Scarlet and I lived in a large five bedroom house with three other people; we had the East wing of the house and the other three had the West. Things had been trying for some time between John and me; financially, physically and emotionally because I miscarried the second baby I became pregnant with. We ended up working opposite shifts, hardly ever seeing each other as one of us was either with Scarlet or working.
“One of the other roommates, Mark, had a friend, Griffin, who was having domestic problems and needed a place to stay. Mark offered to move Griffin into his room and split the rent. Because Griffin and I worked the same shift hours at our jobs, we got home at the same time every day. Trying to be a good roommate I, along with Scarlet would hang out with him, he would play with Scarlet and we would talk about the things that bothered us about our partners and over time Griffin and I became friends. So much so that when John’s car wasn’t running, Griffin would pick John up from work as favor to me.” She paused looking intently at me to signify I could stop her should I get bored. I slightly bowed my head in her direction, indicating she could continue.

“OK, well, uh….things got so bad with John that he moved back to his mother’s house in North Carolina. We remained copacetic as parents while we were separated, but I was drawn to Griffin and well, things got very complicated. Every day I went back and forth with the decision to end things with John. I mean we had a child together and what was I going to be doing to my daughter leaving her father? But it was him or me. I was very unhappy and Griffin was such a rock.” The last word creaked from her throat and tears welled in her eyes.

I was a statue on the couch, I knew how to comfort a woman, but this woman was insanity for me. I could slide across to her on the couch and take her in my arms, let her cry and sob until she fell asleep. But my primal nature would slide over to her, become intoxicated and rapidly extinguish her life, regardless of my vows. But she didn’t give me a chance to do either; she exasperatedly jumped from the couch, wiped her tears and began pacing the floor, she brought her hand in a loose fist up to her face and turned it, parted her lips and bounced her thumbnail between her teeth. I thought to myself, “Estella”. I already held many questions in my mind as to the details Babet divulged, but I would have to recall them at another time, hopefully tonight. I hate to drag on the prior night’s conversations at later dates.

I could feel the tension rise in Babet and she sharply turned to face me, her eyes wide and questioning, “My children?”
“Are also in danger” I said truthfully and she began pacing again. “Babet” and it was one of the few times I had uttered her name in her presence and as it fell out of my mouth a twinge of rampant hunger came over me, I begin to salivate. I hastily regain composure at the same moment she turned her attentions back to me, “Where is Scarlet?”

“She’s staying at her friend Monica’s house tonight; I swear those girls would become Siamese twins if you let them.” Her smile faded, “Oh God, you don’t think…”

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