Part 9
When the call from Vulcan Stillman came Helen was more than a little surprised. She thought his crowd knew she was a semi-Daybreaker. Most of the time she found them a little *too* idealistic for her liking. Stopping the violence between the humans and Night People was going to be damn close to impossible.
The idea of Night World dominance wasn't all that appealing to her either. If they ended the world and enslaved all the humans, what would there be to do? The novelty of being the superior race would ware off after a while.
She was more inclined to follow her instincts for choice of sides.
"Huh?" She wasn't exactly sure what he wanted her to do.
Vulcan sighed with impatience. "It's weird, I know. All right. Basically Cassanova has a crush on your friend Cathy. Tyche's pissed. It's either kill her or kill him."
Helen frowned into the phone. "Why can't one of her friends do it?"
"Because he'll figure that out. Tyche seems to be thinking along the lines if there's no Cathy, then there's no obsession."
Helen's eyes rolled. In some sort of crazy way, it actually seemed to make sense. But what would someone like Cassanova Redfern see in an ordinary girl-next-door type like Cathy. He was dating *Tyche* *Drache*. She'd kill to have a royal title, or know someone in royalty. Shame Tyche was such a bitch,
Cathy was her friend. Tori was likely to notice if she turned up dead. But how would Helen even manage to...? "Is there not another plan?" she asked tiredly.
"Jacina seems to think that Cassanova's up to something probably no good," Vulcan said.
Helen frowned. What could he be thinking? It was against Night World law to tell humans they existed. "He's going to confess his undying love?"
Vulcan snorted. "If he does, he'll earn them both a death sentence, and then any Night Person would be *happy* to carry out their duty?"
Helen sighed. Again, it made an uncomfortable sense. Cathy was doomed anyway, simply because Cassanova loved her. And whatever he was planning, it was no doubt going to be illegal.
At least if she dealt with Cathy, it would be easier for her to die in a nice way rather than have Nemesis or Cerise do it. "All right, all right," she said, sighing again. "I'll do it."
"Good. Just don't make it obvious it's a vampire killing," Vulcan said, and hung up.
"Duh," Helen muttered, putting the phone back in the cradle. She drummed her nails on the desk top, wondering what to do now.
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When the call from Vulcan Stillman came Helen was more than a little surprised. She thought his crowd knew she was a semi-Daybreaker. Most of the time she found them a little *too* idealistic for her liking. Stopping the violence between the humans and Night People was going to be damn close to impossible.
The idea of Night World dominance wasn't all that appealing to her either. If they ended the world and enslaved all the humans, what would there be to do? The novelty of being the superior race would ware off after a while.
She was more inclined to follow her instincts for choice of sides.
"Huh?" She wasn't exactly sure what he wanted her to do.
Vulcan sighed with impatience. "It's weird, I know. All right. Basically Cassanova has a crush on your friend Cathy. Tyche's pissed. It's either kill her or kill him."
Helen frowned into the phone. "Why can't one of her friends do it?"
"Because he'll figure that out. Tyche seems to be thinking along the lines if there's no Cathy, then there's no obsession."
Helen's eyes rolled. In some sort of crazy way, it actually seemed to make sense. But what would someone like Cassanova Redfern see in an ordinary girl-next-door type like Cathy. He was dating *Tyche* *Drache*. She'd kill to have a royal title, or know someone in royalty. Shame Tyche was such a bitch,
Cathy was her friend. Tori was likely to notice if she turned up dead. But how would Helen even manage to...? "Is there not another plan?" she asked tiredly.
"Jacina seems to think that Cassanova's up to something probably no good," Vulcan said.
Helen frowned. What could he be thinking? It was against Night World law to tell humans they existed. "He's going to confess his undying love?"
Vulcan snorted. "If he does, he'll earn them both a death sentence, and then any Night Person would be *happy* to carry out their duty?"
Helen sighed. Again, it made an uncomfortable sense. Cathy was doomed anyway, simply because Cassanova loved her. And whatever he was planning, it was no doubt going to be illegal.
At least if she dealt with Cathy, it would be easier for her to die in a nice way rather than have Nemesis or Cerise do it. "All right, all right," she said, sighing again. "I'll do it."
"Good. Just don't make it obvious it's a vampire killing," Vulcan said, and hung up.
"Duh," Helen muttered, putting the phone back in the cradle. She drummed her nails on the desk top, wondering what to do now.
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