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

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

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

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

Part LXXXIV...

Morning...About 7:30 am.

Benito Juarez International Airport, Mexico City, Mexico...

Mens' room...

"Guillermo,

Sorry I did not travel back with you. As I sense your Susan is a woman of indomitable spirit, even in her thrall, and Miss Phyllis likewise, I felt it best to leave alone, my dear friend, to prevent any possible tragedy occurring with regards to their devotion to our friends. Know, my dear Guillermo that I understand your pain and your concerns here...Believe me, few could better...But, I also know your devotion to our friends will continue leading you on this difficult but noble path. Looking forward to seeing you and our friends on the 27th. Do give my best to old Nandor.

Yours,

Phillippe Acura

P.S. Tell Nandor it was my Elisabete who chose the 'Phillippe', during one of our reunions in spirit. Some ages ago she'd led a life in France and she thought it suited me."

Guillermo looking up from the note Acura had left with Roderigo for him, sighing.

So, I guess that's it. I'm on my own now in this business.

At least till Dracula, his Slayer daughter, and the Vampire Hunter Corps with the ghost of Van Helsing in support come storming in...

But it's me who'll have to do the job. I know that now.

Great...I know I deserve it but...

Just great.

And of course I've gotta wait for just the right moment...Which I'll somehow "know".

Wonderful.

So will the ladies kill me before or after? Either to stop me from killing their Overlords or for letting their Overlords take them?

Something fun to think about while I await the "right moment".

Nice...

I had to be a hero's descendant. And I'm not even some kinda genius like him.

Well, what can you do?

I guess I should get a will drawn up, now I'm rich. Leave it all to the ladies with apologies for helping enslave them?

Maybe a note for Susan? Something she can crumple up and spit on before she desecrates my grave.

Of course, maybe I'll just spend the rest of my life in prison...The pervert kidnapper. No, not even that...The prevent kidnappers' assistant/errand boy.

But I want to help them, my friends...Sue...Jen...The other ladies. And I think...I know...I'm the only one who can.

Well, I hope Master Nandor enjoys the reception/housewarming.

....

Nandor, in his new bedroom, eagerly peering out the large UV/sunlight screening windows. An anxious Martha standing by his side...Jacqueline, in her daily maid's uniform by her, assigned by Nadja in support over her modest protest...

"Nonsense, child...There's no need for four of you here with us. We will have Jennifer, Ginny, and Erika watching us like Superb Owls. Go and stay by Nandor in the case the old fool opens the window or resets the controls. Shut up, Laszlo..." Nadja in antique nightgown had turned to Laszlo in his nightshirt that night previous. Erika, the minion free of routine family duties, having stayed for the evening at her anxious request, in modern nightgown seated on a small couch in the new Cravenworth bedroom. "I know the windows are unbreakable and the controls are fused to safe settings but I know you and Nandor can defeat any safeguards. And one never knows if this might be Van Helsing's way of dealing with us."