What We Do In the Shadows: "Jen..."

What We Do In The Shadows: "Jen..."Part CVI...

What We Do In The Shadows: "Jen..."

Summary: There are unexpected consequences when Laszlo seeks a new human familiar...

Part CVI...

"Hey, hey...I'll take one of those while it's still warm!" Eloise, stopping Claude in his white uniform with tray of ribs headed for the main table.

Uniform no longer white...

"Sorry..." Eloise, squeaking a bit as she eyes the stain on his whites. "These are just so good. And I'm on a strict carnivore diet."

"Uh...Sure, ma'am. No problem, it'll clean right up." Claude, avoiding a direct stare. Lowering tray, Eloise taking a rib and plate eagerly...She eyeing him a mo, even as she starts chowing down.

Cute...If a bit hefty...Looking him over. "Maybe I could help you there."

"Oh, no...It's fine. Excuse me, ma'am. Gotta get these over." Claude hurries off.

"Sure, pal. But keep 'em comin'. I'll be lookin' for ya." She beams. Eyeing him again with puzzled look.

Cut to camera in kitchen corner a bit later...

"Well...That's her." Claude smiles. "And damn, if she's not a werewolf again, like last time. And still a knockout, though she was white last time. Hmmn...?" eyes questioner.

"Oh, about...Fifty-sixty years ago. She must have reincarnated...Oh, no..." he raises finger, grinning. "I'm not dumb enough to try to guess her age, even if you guys swear you won't tell her I did."

"But it's her. Isn't she something? Do you guys know anything?" eyes the crew.

"Look, I know she works with them but she's not part of your documentary clients, really. Well, how's about her name at least?" careful look.

"Eloise...That's cute. She was 'Nora' last time. Weird about the werewolf repeat. Some kind of Fate thing? Or does she just attract them. Pheromones or hormones or something? I mean I haven't become a vampire again, and the VH thing is really part of my Redemption, so..."

What?" pauses.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure...But I wanna help her, of course. And hey, I have a direct link to the afterlife. And Doc VH on my side, plus Dracula. We'll find something. Is she having troubles?" anxious look.

"Look, I was straight with you about me. She's not one of your folks, if you know anything...?"

...

"Jan Horton...Mr. Laszlo Cravensworth, one of the new owners and our hosts tonight." Professor Devers introduces the two, Jan among several new arrivals from the Staten Island Historical Society. "Laszlo, Jan here may look young but she's one of our key board members and she's an expert on Staten Island history." The young-looking, indeed just out of teens, but for the sober adult outfit, brunette smiling at Laszlo...

She eyeing the camera crew, just a bit nervously...Guys, Samarta, pleading look. Fellow journalist, vamp seeking redemption here, explain all later. Then redirecting look to Laszlo who eyes her.

Hey, Las...

"Really? Fascinating. I've studied the local history for some time..." Laszlo, slightest of nods her way.

Cut to Laszlo just a bit later, he and some of the crew having slipped down to the basement, he on a quite comfortable, if not the White King of the living room, sofa...

"Well, I'll be damned if I weren't already... It's my old girl Rita, you know the one who had a 'lesbian relationship' in the 18...90s with Nadja while she and I were getting it on well ourselves. I don't know what this may bode. Though I suppose she might actually have taken an interest in Staten Island history, though she's not lived around here for many years. I say, be an interesting thing if she went to that much trouble to join the Society years ago to keep tabs on me and Nadja. Or perhaps at the behest of Simon Devious, the little wanker wouldn't be above anything. Though I can't believe a nice girl...Really nice, in the sexual department...Like Rita...Would go for being a spy for that true wanker. But I had to play the genial host and human fellow and couldn't get a chance to question her at length. Though we did get in a quick one on the basement stairs.