Walking with the Vampire |COMPLETE|

34. Oh Mistress...

Mature scene alert 🚨 (cause it's in here somewhere)

Lily sat at her tiny kitchen table simultaneously studying the yellowish bone on the table and wondering about everything else.
This thing before her, Someone was looking for it and willing to kill for it. Tiana and Ginger already bit the dust trying to hide this object and so, naturally, the next question would replay in her mind: was she going to die next?

Lily cocked her head to the side as she thought of a better follow up question, was she going to wait around to be killed in her own home?

'Stop thinking about it.' Edgar said mid yawn as he stretched out in her sofa where he had taken a short nap.

'How long have you been awake?' Lily asked folding her arms across her chest.

'Long enough to watch you stare daggers at the rib for what seems like eternity.'
He sat up combing his fingers through his hair.
Lily looked away from him in an attempt to resist the want to do the same thing to his hair with her own fingers.

'I have a feeling that Nicholae is behind this.' Edgar confessed, getting up and taking a stand next to her.
'We keep finding dead witches not long after he has visited.'

Lily agreed somewhat.
'But it's not him doing the actual killing since both times he has been otherwise preoccupied.'

'Then He has someone do it for him.'

Lily sat up straighter remembering something Ginger had told her.

'Ginger told me that he came with one of his witches to her shack. But she underestimated the witch because she said she didn't even look like much.'

'Did she give you a name?'

'As I said she underestimated the witch and didn't bother remembering the girl's name.'
Lily paused stroking her upper lip in thought.
'What if she is the one doing Nicholae's dirty work.'

Edgar squat beside her now looking eye to eye with the rib.
'Do we know why Nicholae wants the rib?'

Lily shook her head,
'Whatever his reason may be, he seems rather desperate by having anyone who knows about it killed.'
Then she groaned in frustration, she couldn't take it anymore.
'Ginger must have cracked. I'm not going to sit here and wait for them to come knocking on my door next.' She turned to face Edgar.
'We need a plan to uncover what the vampire lord is planning. Doesn't it bother you that his actions so far have almost been parallel to that of the mistress?'

Edgar kept his eyes down but still spoke coherently.
'I don't think the Mistress would like that. And I very much doubt that the Vampire lord has any idea what the mistress is up to when we have no idea what's going on half the time.'

'There could be a traitor in our midst.' She whispered moving closer to him, as though the traitor could be listening in.
Now she had Edgar's attention on her round breast visible through the shear dress she wore.
He swallowed before replying to her new conspiracy theory.
'The mistress would have flushed them out by now.'

'You're right. I feel as if she has eyes everywhere.'

'She does.'
She believed him since he had been under the mistress for a longer period than she had.

'But what use are they if they are all starting to clam up.' Since the deaths of Tiana and Ginger, fear has spread among The mistress's followers like a wild fire. Someone needed to go to them and remind them that the mistress was still in control.
'We need to figure out a plan. We need to do something.'