The Followers Of The Prophecy

Interlude: Don't You Love Me Like Before?

The story of the poor soul and the fourth child had melded into my own. As I was ready to explain our motives in Clackton, the fourth child stepped in with confidence.

"Could I talk to you in private?" she told one of the guards.

She had slightly tranced them with her siren abilities, though she was in vampire form. A true prodigy of nature. The guard escorted her into a room. She was being friendly because she needed the guard's approval at that moment. She couldn't get on their bad side. Once inside the room, she stopped the trance. Though a little confused, the guard still listened to what she had to say.

"I just need to talk to my dad. I can call him," she said.

"Call him?" the guard responded, "How do you go about calling someone? Are you a telepath?"

"Look," she answered, pulling out the technology the poor soul sent her, "He sent me this thing a couple months ago, and I can see him and talk to him. See, it's a little pod, and I press this button, and..."

A holographic image of the poor soul emanated from the pod, "What do you got?" the poor soul said.

"His looks..." the guard said surprised, "He's your father?!"

"Indeed," the poor soul said. Desperately and with a shot of fear, the guard vowed before the small hologram, "Now, can you please step outside and keep watch?"

No questions asked, the guard left the room in a haste, and stood outside it, keeping watch.

"You have to come over as soon as possible," the fourth child said, distressed.

"It can't be anything you can't handle," the poor soul answered.

"They won't let us go, and there's a new being with us. I think he knows about me," the fourth child explained, "And they won't let us out of here."

"Then kill the guards and walk out," the poor soul replied, giving an easy solution, "You are a very powerful group of people. And you are a very powerful person."

"No, dad. It's not only that. I did something... Something bad," the fourth child paused, "Please. I haven't seen you since the divorce, and..."

"Shut it!" the poor soul exclaimed, "You know how I feel about that topic."

"I know you don't want me to talk about that. But please, I need to see you. I'm afraid," the fourth child begged.

"I'll be there in two hours," he dryly said, and hung up.

"In like one hour and fifty minutes, make sure the witch with the black hair doesn't see my father coming. Put her in another room. Distract her with anything. Please," the fourth child told the guard standing outside, who immediately went to get other guards

Two hours, and Melannid stood perfectly still and waited. Ever so patiently, sweat dripping down her forehead, and thoughts of seeing her father for the first time in ten years running rampant through her head. Then, a knock on the door. Without waiting for a response, a cloaked vampire entered the room.

"Dad!" the fourth child said in a quaky voice, almost about to cry, "It's been so long."

The fourth child rose up from her seat, extended her arms and came in for a hug. The poor soul raised his hands like he was getting arrested and stepped back, leaving her empty-armed.

"You look so frail," he said.

"Obviously I haven't been eating well. You sent me to follow these idiots and you know I can't get the proper nutrition when I'm around them," she explained, "But look at you. You look like you've been eating quite well."