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Thank you for the wonderful reception to this little story. Great reviews, thanks. Since I'm still playing in my world, former characters will show up. I hope you enjoy the lead up to Beth's turning.

Chapter 2

The phone rang just as Philippe was finishing his meal. He sent the lovely blue eyed blonde on her way and picked up his phone. Another blue eyed beauty, he thought to himself as he answered.

"Good morning Beth," he said with pleasure. "How are you?"

"Hello Philippe. I hope I'm not calling too late."

"No, just having a light meal and hoping Cynthia returns soon." He smiled. "What can I do for you, child?"

"Is Cynthia gone?" Beth asked in concern.

"Non, no," Philippe replied. "She is just having some girl time with Coraline. She will be home soon."

Beth didn't comment on the mention of Coraline. She knew how Philippe and Cynthia felt about her. As long as she stayed in Europe to protect her interest in Darius' empire, Beth was happy.

"So what may I do for you?" he asked. Even over the phone he could sense her turmoil.

"I've been thinking……my birthday is coming soon," she began.

"Yes, Mick has invited us. We will be arriving in about five days."

"Do you remember what you said to me the night Darius died?" Beth asked hesitantly.

"I do," Philippe answered. He could tell where this phone call was going. He couldn't help wondering what was going on in LA. "Are you thinking of joining us Beth?"

"Yes, I am. I'll be thirty, I believe I'm ready," she assured him.

"And Mick?" Philippe questioned. He had a feeling this was what was making Beth so nervous.

"Mick…. uh Mick feels we have time. He is in no hurry," Beth said slowly. She didn't want to whine about Mick to Philippe. She hated the idea of driving a wedge between the two vampires when they had just gotten comfortable with each other. "I just think now is a good time."

"Beth," Philippe said gently. "This is something you must talk to Mick about. Would he approve of me performing this service?"

"I actually haven't mentioned this to him," Beth confessed. "I wanted to see how you felt about it first."

Philippe laughed softly. "So you are trying to get your ducks in a line, is that how you say it?"



"In a row," she giggled. "I guess so. I needed to talk to someone. I think Mick is reluctant because he likes being close to my humanity. He gave up pursuing the cure for me. He has done so much for me," she said, the pain clear in her voice.

"Ah, my petite, everything he has done has been done willingly and out of love. I know you are impatient but you must discuss this with Mick," Philippe urged. "I have no problem with being your sire, but I have no wish to fight Mick over you."

"Mick wouldn't……"

"Ah Beth, he most certainly would," Philippe said confidently. "I will come early and we will talk. All three of us. But you must speak to Mick before I arrive. Beth this is important," Philippe stressed.

"I understand and I will do that. It will be good to see you again," Beth told him.

"Yes it will. Good bye Beth."

"Good bye."

Philippe clicked off the phone and rested his head against the back of the chair. He closed his eyes.

Her scent preceded her. Philippe smiled even though he didn't open his eyes. Sometimes he was amazed that she was still with him. Nothing in their history would have told him they would still feel the same fire.

"You are back Cyn," he said as he opened his eyes and looked over at the blonde in the doorway. She made the simple black dress look fabulous. Her wide mouth curved in a loving smile.

"Oh you know Coraline. She loves being the center of attention," Cynthia sighed. "I couldn't just leave. Did you miss me lover?"

"Always and for eternity," Philippe said, his eyes lighting up.

Cynthia quickly crossed the room and settled onto his lap. One hand caressed his cheek.

"What did Beth want?"

"You were eavesdropping?" he asked curiously. He circled her waist with his arms.

"I heard you say goodbye," she answered. "So what did Beth have to say?"

"She wishes to be turned. She wondered if I would help her if Mick would not," he replied.

"I'm surprised she waited this long. But then again, knowing Mick I shouldn't be surprised."

"Do you still hold Coraline against Mick?" Philippe asked in surprise.



"No, Coraline has created her own problems. I have trouble with how he hates being a vampire. This could tear them apart."

"And if I were to agree to do it?" Philippe asked, watching carefully for her reaction.

Cynthia looked thoughtful. "And would you agree?"

"I told her to talk to Mick. I have no wish to fight with him over this. But I did promise her four years ago. I would prefer that Mick do the honors, but she is my family," Philippe said seriously.

Cynthia nodded, her fingers playing with the hair at the back of his neck.

"Talk to both of them. Maybe you and Josef can straighten them out," she suggested.

"I knew there was a reason I'm so crazy about you," Philippe smiled. He pulled her head down with one hand and captured her mouth in a gentle kiss. "Mick is better about his vampirism. Beth believes he hasn't turned her because he likes being close to her mortality."

"Beth is perceptive. She may know Mick better than he does. She will be a wonderful vampire. I hope Mick listens to reason." She leaned in and kissed him lightly, repeatedly.

"I can't see him resisting her," Philippe said as his other hand crept up her back. Cynthia shivered as his fingers progressed slowly upward. He smiled in satisfaction, his fangs glinting in the light. Cynthia's own fangs came down and she growled with pleasure.

"I believe he will find things will be much improved once Beth joins us," she murmured.

Philippe just growled and bit into her neck. Cynthia moaned with delight.

"Be sure and stress this part to Mick," she laughed as he withdrew his fangs. "This alone should seal the deal."

"If he doesn't come around, I will remind him. He cannot have forgotten this from his time with Coraline."

"I wouldn't bring up Coraline if I were you," Cynthia whispered and licked his neck. She sniffed his skin and felt her insides tumble. Her sire could still make her feel newly turned. Nibbling a little she then bit and drank enough to give her a rush. She liked the feeling of power that flowed through her. She liked the look of desire in his eyes.

"What do you say we take this to a more accommodating room?" Philippe suggested. "It's been a long three days my love."

"You know me all too well. I've missed you too," she purred.

Philippe stood and carried her from the room.

End chapter.



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