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

What We Do in The Shadows: "Jen..." Part LXII...

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

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

Part LXII...

Late afternoon...The Cravensworth crypt...

"Very curious...Very curious..." Laszlo paces crypt. Nadja frowning after him, too nervous to remain seated...Nandor, seated in uniform, an old but polished to gleaming sword by side, but minus armor. Martha, nervous, seated by his side on a rather plush crimson settee...Eyeing sword, then watching Jen facing the Cravensworths, seated with Ginny, a bit carefully on a small deeply purple loveseat...Jen having just made report after Ginny.

Best to kill her, in my own op...She thinks. All this stuff about possessions and seeing things in mirrors and windows sounds dangerous.

Why take chances? Billie or Angie could replace her, no problem.

Although it would be nice if Ms. Phyl would deign to make an appearance...Hello, our owner-gods in jeopardy, dumbass. What is our existence for, now, but to protect them? Some nonsense about her kid needing her today and it might be suspicious if she didn't take care of him? He's a grown boy, practically. I got two, after all. Real pains in the ass sometimes too.

Though I suppose my Lord being fond of kids, he'd probably want me to take care of them, easier as it would be all round to open their throats and catch their blood for him in a bucket...

Of course, really, I have nothing against being Master Nandor's current one and only protector/servant, Guillermo and Sue being away...I know I understand him better than Erika or Jen over there...Eyes Erika standing by Jennifer, awaiting any questions on her role in today's events...Ever could, being Laszlo's...Or Ginny being Lady Nadja's girl.

Heck, I know I understand him better than Sue or even the Boss Minion...

No offense intended, Boss...

"So, Simon is involved with but not in control of a descendant of Van Helsing's, an actual Huntress?" Laszlo addresses Jen who nods.

"Are you sure she's not the Slayer, in disguise?" Nadja, anxiously. "Simon is such a vain prick, she could fool him easily or even get him to work with her."

"I couldn't say, Mistress Nadja..." Jen shrugs. "Nor I..." Ginny shakes head. "But if she were the Slayer, I'd think she'd be more proactive and have Van Helsing's people in support."

"Unless she's up to something, maybe with Simon...Or fooling him, the dimwit." Nadja frowns.

"I'm so sorry I can't tell you more, ma'am." Ginny sighs. "Sorry, Mistress Nadja." Jen looks down.

"No, no...You both did well." Nadja, reassuring. "Ginny, that was exemplary handling of the Devious."

"Yes, indeed...And you too, my Jen..." Laszlo, nodding. "We couldn't have better or braver minions. And that includes you, Erika."

"Thanks, Master mein herr." Erika bows head. "But I am sorry we failed to learn more."

"Yeah, you should've." Martha, firmly.

"Not at all...Martha." Nandor, turning to her, reprovingly. "What have I said about jealousy, my girl?"

"None is to be allowed in your service, Lord!" Martha, stridently...Then a bit downcast. "I'm very sorry, guys. I'm sure you did your best and far better than I would've...They'd've probably killed me easy." Sigh.

"Martha...Balance." Nandor, shaking head, patting her shoulder. "You'd've done just fine, I'm sure."

"Thank you, Master." She beams, Nadja briefly frowning at her rather catlike stretch of contentment.