“He did, just not to your face. You tell me the next time you want to ignore a vampire and I’ll get ready for your funeral.”
“Ok, good point. So you guys are wanting what from me, exactly?”
“I need to get Nathan’s input and your thoughts. What do you think will happen if we allow more were-wolf sightings to occur?”
Gerry knew very well what might happen, Frank thought. It wouldn’t be a pretty situation at all. If humans could confirm the existence of the supernatural, all sorts of problems would happen. He could think of a few that would be pretty negative and that didn’t even include what the major religions would say.
Frank really wished Michael would show up. He hadn’t considered just how much everything stayed quiet when everyone would tell stories about the dreaded Vampire Patriarch. There must be a lot of pent up aggression just waiting to pop if anyone could confirm Michael was dead.
He needed to get in contact with Bethany Anne.
“Let me see if I can get in touch with Bethany Anne. I’m not sure what she can do to scare the young and dumb, as you put it, but she is a vampire that will probably talk to me. The rest of Michael’s kids only talk with Carl and he is missing, as well. If it goes completely in the can, I can see about contacting her dad. God, this is a mess.”
Frank heard Gerry sigh over the phone, “Yeah. If and when you talk with Nathan let him know I need him back here in the states. He’s got a bit of a bad reputation for not taking any shit from anyone, so maybe he can become the boogeyman for a short while.
“Alright, let me see what assets I have in Romania that might be able to find them. Talk to you later, Gerry.”
“Take care, Frank. Let me know if you hear anything. Bye.”
Frank heard the click of the phone and set his handset down. He rubbed his face in frustration. Not only did he need help with the mayhem and destruction, but now the Weres were getting involved and causing friction. This whole pot was going to explode if someone didn’t put a lid back on it, and quickly.
CHAPTER TWO
Zurich, Switzerland
Bethany Anne was feeling pretty good. She was able to get two sets of clothes to mix and match in Bravos, and then here in Zurich she was able to pick up an additional two and another pair of shoes. The train ride over here wasn’t too bad either. She was still taking in Etheric Energy and TOM says that should could probably pull off two translocations before needing to ‘hit the vein’ as he called it. She had stayed in her sleeper compartment for the duration of the trip resting up. She let Nathan know that he would need to give her a heads up if he felt they were in danger.
Ecaterina had stayed behind in Bravos to take care of a few things. They would meet up in a couple of days before Bethany Anne went to go wake up Stephen. Assuming no one woke him and told him about Petres’ demise.
While they had been in the mall in Bravos, shopping, Nathan had recognized a perfume scent and then the face of a female who had tracked him and bugged his clothes when he first got to Bravos. She was pretty hesitant when approaching him. Bethany Anne kept half an eye on the situation while she was trying on one of three pairs of shoes with 2” heels she liked.
The two of them stepped out in the courtyard to talk. Bethany Anne noticed Nathan was discretely looking around the area to see who else could be watching them.
Bethany Anne decided to pay for the one pair that suited and ask the clerk to hold the shoes. Fortunately, the ladies English was good enough to understand Bethany Anne.
Alexi, Ecaterina’s Were bear uncle, had gone back to visit family before he went back to live on his mountain. Bethany Anne knew where to find him should she need him and Alexi wasn’t one who enjoyed company.
Ecaterina had decided to come with Bethany Anne to the States, as expected. Presently, Ecaterina was with her brother Ivan getting some business taken care of and setting up the discussion to tell their parents she was leaving. Well, leaving with a man who was unmarried and another woman they didn’t know. She wasn’t concerned for her dad, but she said her mom, ‘would have, yes, how you say a bunch of cows?’ It was kittens, but Bethany Anne wasn’t going to correct everything she got wrong. Idiomatic English is something best experienced.
The funniest situation was when Ecaterina didn’t give any of Nathan’s money back for the trip that he had contracted with her. She said it was to make sure that Ivan learned that it didn’t matter how ‘nice a man is, or good looking.’ She had earned her pay and then some. Ivan should learn from her example and make sure the cute women didn’t take him for more money. Especially now that she wasn’t going to be there to protect him from the dimples.
Once Bethany Anne left the store, the pretty female Nathan was talking to was leaving. She raised an eyebrow.
“Local pack representative. They have tracked the problems down to me and ‘forces unknown’. They didn’t agree with how Algerian was getting them involved with Petre’, and now that everyone who was ‘pro-vampire’ is dead, they wanted to make sure I wasn’t gunning for them.” He smiled and his face lit up. “One concern taken care of!”
Bethany Anne watched the woman walk across the courtyard. Just before she got to the other side, about 30 yards away, two other guys connected with her and they all walked around the corner.
“How can we be sure they are telling the truth?”
Nathan looked back to where Bethany Anne was looking. “Pack politics. She says that it wasn’t only the Bravos pack that wanted the situation stopped, but that the pack contacted the EPC and it was a directive from the council. Without Algerian here, they don’t have any way argue the ruling should they want to. I can call Gerry back in the States and ask him to confirm the ruling, if you want?”
Bethany Anne looked back at Nathan, “you can’t call?”
He shook his head, “No, well, I could but it would be breaking a few rules of decorum around here. If someone was from Europe and did the same thing in America it wouldn’t raise too many eyeballs. Here in Europe they would get their boxers in a twist if I did it.” He noticed Bethany Anne’s eyebrows start to draw together.
“Is that sooo….”
Nathan was accustomed to Bethany Anne’s careless disregard for proper channels of communication. He wouldn’t be too surprised if she decided to make the call herself. He just resigned himself to what she wanted to do; it wasn’t as if he would be able to change her mind if she decided to call.
—
Bethany Anne, in a fashionable dark grey suit and Nathan in a casual sport coat over jeans entered the Swiss bank. It was a monument to the use of stone as a building material. The beautiful entryway towered up over 40 feet as their shoes clicked and clacked over the stone that had to have been in place for centuries.
There were two security guards flanking the entrance into the main banking area. A row of tellers were on the left side, while a group of cubicle offices were on the right and a waiting area with four couches in a square were on a carpet in the middle. A receptionist was at a desk in front of the waiting area. There were large televisions in all of the corners on finance stations. Only one showed CNN.
The two of them walked over to the desk and the lady was quick to smile and greet them. Bethany Anne noticed that she seemed to take a little while extra when greeting Nathan. His easy smile and warm handshake seemed to sweep her off of her feet.
Bethany Anne rolled her eyes, “Excuse me?”
The receptionist quickly looked back over to Bethany Anne and had a feint blush on her cheeks. “Yes ma’am, how can we help you?”
“I need to see about getting access to some accounts that should have been opened for me.”
The receptionist looked down at her phone, different lines both blinking and off. “You would need to speak to Mr. Berger, unfortunately, he is on the phone at the moment. May I get your name and let him know you are waiting?”
“Yes, My name is Bethany Anne. Please let him know I am not terribly patient.”
The recept
ionist coolly took her information and picked up the phone to make a call. The two of them went around the desk to sit on a couch.
Nathan spoke up, his voice a little low so it wouldn’t carry very far. “Why didn’t you give your last name? Will he be able to find you?”
Bethany Anne took one last breath in and looked over at Nathan, “Oh yes, he will know who I am. This bank does business with vampires. I can smell their scent. Faint, but there. Plus, vampires don’t have last names, Mr. Lowell. I gave up Reynolds when I changed. At least, for the foreseeable future I have. You know how you have had to deal with money issues for living so long? Well, compound that issue by 10. Michael setup a group within this bank and a couple of ancillary banks to handle the issues without always having to create new personas every thirty years or so. If Mr. Berger isn’t part of the ‘in’ group, I imagine my name will be flagged and we will get a different contact.”
“How will you know if he knows anything?”
Bethany Anne smiled at Nathan, “Why, Mr. Lowell, I’ll see him sweat.”
—
Kevin Berger was having a fine day. He had just got off of the phone with a small business who had decided to move their accounts to his bank. While not something that would get him a raise, enough of these little victories and he would be on track to receive a great quarterly review.
His message waiting light was on so he picked up the phone and called the receptionist. She explained that an ‘impatient American’ was waiting for him in the lobby. He got the American ladies name and hung up.
Not even an impatient American was going to ruin the small victory he was feeling right now. He ran the name in the system to see if anything was pending for her yet.
Not only was something pending, but it had the unique flag associated right next to her name. The blood drained from his face. Here was a way to ruin his feel good moment.
He opened the necessary files and reviewed there were over eight accounts that this… lady… was to have access to. He quickly hit the keys to review the accounts and had he any blood in his face to drain, it would have drained away a second time.
There was enough money in these accounts to float a small to medium nation. Not only was she Nacht, but she had to be high up for this kind of money. He, literally, couldn’t afford to upset her or his quarterly review was going to be unnecessary. He would either be out of a job, or possibly if he upset her enough then the best he would hope for was a quick death.
Kevin was ‘on the inside’, as it was called in the bank. This was his first meeting with a real Nacht. Since he worked days only, he had never considered that he would be called to interact with any of them.
He quickly grabbed all of the paperwork he would need, stuffed it into folders and closed and locked his computer. There was only one way that Nacht were allowed to confirm their…uniqueness. He really hoped she wasn’t hungry.
Getting on his coat, hopefully hiding the perspiration under his arms, he went out to meet his newest client. Unfortunately, the receptionist had it all wrong. Everything he knew about Nacht suggested to him that this lady was being incredibly patient. He tried not to jog out onto the floor.
CHAPTER THREE
Zurich, Switzerland
Nathan was looking around the bank, but mostly at the large television that had CNN running. He heard quick footsteps in their direction so he pivoted his head to find out what was happening. He didn’t expect anything bad to happen in the bank, but he wasn’t a fool, either.
A younger man, probably mid 30’s in a three piece dark-blue suit with red pin-stripping was headed in their direction at the fastest walk he could possibly accomplish without jogging. Nathan considered this man must be ‘in the know’, he was sweating and his eyes kept shifting to Bethany Anne and back ahead of himself.
Nathan watched as the receptionist recognized the director was stressed. The guy noticed her hand and surreptitiously shook his head no. The receptionist took her hand out from under the desk.
Beside him, Bethany Anne stood up. If he ever got around the vampire part, she was an incredibly beautiful woman. Her grace in moving led one to believe she must have been a ballerina. Her demeanor and looks even caused the bank representative to take a second look. It was obvious that who he expected to meet and who he was actually meeting didn’t coincide.
“Ms. Bethany Anne? I’m Kevin Berger, the bank representative and I can help complete your account, um, conclusion so that you may access the finances. Would you walk with me?”
Bethany Anne graciously took his hand and shook it. “Certainly Mr. Berger. Please lead on. My compatriot Mr. Lowell will be joining us.” She never asked for Mr. Berger’s permission for Nathan to go and he wasn’t about to refuse this woman anything.
He led off across the foyer and went to a wall clad in wood. There was a small, hard to see catch that he pushed which opened a door that opened into the wall. He opened the door and stood aside. Nathan went in first followed by Bethany Anne who gave Kevin a sweet smile.
He gulped and closed the door behind them.
Inside was a small hallway with a coffee bar, refrigerator and snacks all laid out on the left and then the hallway opened into a larger room about 12’x15’. There was a couch on the near wall with a gorgeous rug and a coffee table. Towards the other end was a table with three chairs around it. When the door shut behind them, you could feel the pressure. This room was soundproof.
“Would either of you care for refreshments?” Kevin grimaced. He hoped he didn’t just offer his neck. As both of the people in front of him were walking into the room, he was glad they didn’t see him roll his eyes at his own stupidity.
“No, we are both good Mr. Berger.”
“Very good, Ms. Bethany Anne. Would you care to join me at the table? This is a soundproof room and there are no electronic recording devices allowed. I have the trust of the bank that what I do, is proven sufficiently. Since the Nacht setup the requirements for verification, nothing is allowed to be recorded.
Bethany Anne looked over at Nathan. He just took out a small box from his jacket and retrieved a little rectangle device he plugged into his phone. In a minute, he shook his head to Bethany Anne.
“Very good, Mr. Berger. How is it that you want me to confirm, or verify, my identity?”
“You don’t know?” Kevin wanted to slap himself. His surprise that the lady in front of him didn’t already know the method of verification slipped past his mouth at a most inopportune time.
“No, Mr. Berger. Would you care to enlighten me? Or do I have to play twenty questions. I can guarantee that after the first two I will get very impatient.”
Bethany Anne was getting a little worried. She figured she would have to give some DNA or something. That is what Carl was expecting. Maybe he didn’t understand the true method?
The sweat beaded a little more on his forehead. “Um, My lady, you have to prove who, or what you are. Rather, you have to verify that you are, in fact, a vampire Ms. Bethany Anne.”
Bethany Anne wanted to laugh out loud. The bank representative went from concerned to deathly afraid in a second when he had to say vampire out loud.
Did every person think the only thing vampires did was drink blood? While tempting to see what he would do if she did bring her fangs out, she decided that she might try other ideas first.
“Mr. Berger, are there specifically ‘approved’ ways to prove my, unnaturalness? I presume that you really don’t want me to bite you, right?” She had a difficult time not adding a lip-smacking sound while glancing at his neck. She didn’t really need to smell him urinate right here.
“Well, to be honest it wasn’t ever expected that I would have to actually perform one of these introductions. I, uh, I figured that just showing me your fangs might work?”
He sounded so hopeful. She almost did as he asked. However; she could think of a few ways that you could try to trick someone. She needed him for future work, and didn’t want him ignorant.
; “How about we do this, Mr. Berger. I will slap your head off of your shoulders. If I fail, then you know for sure I am not a vampire. However; if I succeed… No, I guess that will just make a significant mess.”
Kevin was rapidly shaking his head up and down at this point.
Seriously? Bethany Anne was almost pissed that she was going to have to do something so prosaic as show her fangs. She wanted to do something with class. It was then that Nathan cocked his head and turned it back towards the entrance.
Bethany Anne cocked an ear and heard the noise from outside as well. It seemed the bank was being robbed.
In a calm, yet annoyed voice, Bethany Anne spoke. “Those fucktards are messing up my day. I swear to god if I get any blood on my suit I will shove their guns up their asses.” Bethany Anne figured anything that might show up on video would be erased before anyone could see it. What was the worst that could happen, Michael show up to spank her? If only he would show up so she could give him a piece of her mind.
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