Chapter Twenty-One
Comte Pierre Lachaise,
descendant of the original priest Pere Lachaise (they were allowed to sleep with women then!) - confessor to Louis IV, the Sun King -
whose inherited land, in what was then the outskirts of Paris, had been bought and transformed by Bonaparte in 1804 into one of four new cemetaries (the others being Monmartre, Montparnesse, et Passy (at the base of the Eiffel)
was in a dilemma.
A mortal. How had it happened? He was over 400 years old. This had never happened to him before.
He was a disgrace to the family. They would never understand.
His enemies would take advantage ... Lance and the evil, Coraline, must never find out.
Yet here he was, silly with love,
with Alison.
He must take counsel. But with whom?
"My love?"
Alison had peeked from the door, looking mischievous ... and tentative.
His senses went wild and he could feel himself beginning the change. Two vamps close by. Within the Chateau - near Alison!- along with another human female.
"Pierre? I hope you don't mind but I called a friend in Los Angeles. She has just arrived ... along with her husband ... and ah, a friend of the family. May I present them?"
Ah, and so it goes ... my destruction is assured.
"Bien. Allow them entrance."