Several weeks passed, all in the same cycle. Helping people during the week, and on the weekends, going to that club. Then, one night, I saw her. Jennifer. Our eyes met, and for a split second, we stared at each other.
Then she turned, and ran. When I tried to follow her, she had disappeared.
Another month went past. I was convinced that she had been an illusion. A trick of the light. A look-alike if nothing else.
Then, I saw her again. She saw me, and strode toward me. Confidant, and, if at all possible, even more beautiful than when I first saw her.
"Mr. Richardson. Don't talk. Just listen. I am who you think I am. My suicide was faked. I am a vampire. Do you understand so far?"
I couldn't help but nod.
"Good. Now, this…" she said, turning towards her companion that I had just noticed, "…is William Smyth. He was my Sire, and he has a message for you from the Queen."
I spoke up at this, "Queen Elizabeth wants me? For what?"
"Not Queen Elizabeth." Explained the mountain that was William. "Queen Anne, the Master of London."
I looked at Jennifer, then William. "What is it?" I asked.
"She wants you to come to her court and heal her Favorite from his insanity."
I thought about it. A chance to study actual vampires, help A, even if not THE, Queen, and study an insane vampire. "Lead on." I said.