Vlad was playing the organ when there was a knock at the front door. He slammed his hands on the keyboard, causing off-key sounds to come out of the pipes. “Can’t a man enjoy depressing music without being constantly interrupted?!” He stood up, stomped to the front door, and flung it open. “I don’t want any Girl Scout cookies! I eat Girl Scouts for breakfast!”
“That must give you some serious indigestion, mon cher,” Genevieve Archambault replied.
“My apologies, ma’am,” Vlad said. “People are constantly knocking on my door, trying to sell me things. It’s infuriating.”
“Especially for someone who prefers his own company.”
Vlad stepped aside to allow Genevieve to come in. “What brings you by here today?” he asked, leading the way to the dining room table.
“I wanted to get an update from you on how things are progressing,” she said, sitting down at the head of the table.
Vlad’s hackles raised slightly, but he checked his temper and sat down in one of the other chairs. “Caleb and Lilith have been out looking for possible allies.”
“You mean hapless victims to turn into vampires, willingly or not.”
“If they are female, it is not necessary for them to be turned. The chances are still good that they will…”
“The chances are 50/50,” she interrupted him. “You and I both know that. Let’s not lie to each other at this stage of the operation, shall we? Willing participants are much easier to control. That said, if you must be a little underhanded about it, c’est la vie.“
“I did not realize you were so…ruthless,” Vlad said, a gleam in his eye. “I find that a bit of a turn-on, if you want the honest truth.”
“Control yourself, Vladislaus,” she reprimanded him. “Not just with me, but out in public as well. While it is highly likely you left the young lady you baise in the closet with child, you let your temper get the better of you when you bit the bartender.”
Vlad looked at her in surprise. “How do you know about that?”
Genevieve laughed. “I know everything that goes on when I am in charge of operations, mon cher. Everything. You would do well to remember that.” She looked at her phone to check the time. “I have another meeting across town,” she said, standing up. “I expect to hear a better report the next time we talk.”
Vlad followed her to the door. “Forgive me for asking, but what do you get out of all this? You’re not one of us; you’re mortal.”
She gave him a calculated look. “What I get out of this is none of your concern, Vladislaus. What you need to worry about is results. Do not disappoint me. I may be mortal, but I know several ways to kill a vampire. And I will do it, and it won’t bother me one bit.”