The following night, Deacon and Dallas were sitting in the living
room when Quinn came into the penthouse. "Deac, Dragonetti's here to see
you."
When Dallas heard Quinn say Dragonetti, she looked at him in disbelief.
"Fuck." Deacon said and stood up. "Come on." They went down to the lobby where Dragonetti was waiting to talk to Deacon. "What do you want now Dragonetti?"
"I, as well as every other member of the house of Erebus, have warned you before, close down your clubs, Frost. We cannot have another incident like last night."
"Is that all you came here for? Get out of my sight." Deacon turned to walk away but stopped when he saw the look on Dallas's face. She looked like she'd seen a ghost. "Dallas?"
Without saying a word, she stepped closer to Dragonetti. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.
"Dallas."
"Dragonetti?" She finally said, confused. "Gitano Dragonetti? Head of the house of Erebus?"
"How do you know about Dragonetti?"
"He's...he's my...my great grandfather."
"What?"
"Remember how I told you that my great grandfather was a vampire?"
"You gotta be fucking kidding me."
"Abagail." Dragonetti said under his breath.
"What did you say?" Dallas asked.
"Abagail. Abagail Carter..."
"She was my great grandmother."
"And Samantha is your grandmother?"
"Yes."
"Oh no."
"That's all you have to say?"
"Wait a minute, what the fuck is going on here? Dragonetti's the vampire?" Deacon asked.
"He had an affair with my great grandmother then left her with no explanation."
"I had to. We were never supposed to be together." Dragonetti said.
"You could have at least taken care of your daughter after her mother died."
"I couldn't see her. If went to her, she would have been killed."
"You could have done something to save my father. He was killed by vampires, after all."
"There was nothing I could do."
"And you could have found a way to take care of me instead of leaving me with no explanation of who my family was."
"I didn't know where you were."
"Give me a break. How in the fuck are you the head of the house of Erebus, the governing body of the vampire community? How are you even a member? Better yet, how are you still alive? A weak vampire like you. You let three generations of your own family suffer because we weren't good enough for you. We weren't pure bloods like you."
"There was nothing I could do."
"There was nothing you could do. We were in New York the whole time."
"I-"
"Shut the fuck up! Get the hell out before I shove a stake through your black heart." She turned and walked past Deacon to the elevator. "Deacon." She barked.
He walked to the elevator. "What was that?" He asked.
"Family business."
When Dallas heard Quinn say Dragonetti, she looked at him in disbelief.
"Fuck." Deacon said and stood up. "Come on." They went down to the lobby where Dragonetti was waiting to talk to Deacon. "What do you want now Dragonetti?"
"I, as well as every other member of the house of Erebus, have warned you before, close down your clubs, Frost. We cannot have another incident like last night."
"Is that all you came here for? Get out of my sight." Deacon turned to walk away but stopped when he saw the look on Dallas's face. She looked like she'd seen a ghost. "Dallas?"
Without saying a word, she stepped closer to Dragonetti. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.
"Dallas."
"Dragonetti?" She finally said, confused. "Gitano Dragonetti? Head of the house of Erebus?"
"How do you know about Dragonetti?"
"He's...he's my...my great grandfather."
"What?"
"Remember how I told you that my great grandfather was a vampire?"
"You gotta be fucking kidding me."
"Abagail." Dragonetti said under his breath.
"What did you say?" Dallas asked.
"Abagail. Abagail Carter..."
"She was my great grandmother."
"And Samantha is your grandmother?"
"Yes."
"Oh no."
"That's all you have to say?"
"Wait a minute, what the fuck is going on here? Dragonetti's the vampire?" Deacon asked.
"He had an affair with my great grandmother then left her with no explanation."
"I had to. We were never supposed to be together." Dragonetti said.
"You could have at least taken care of your daughter after her mother died."
"I couldn't see her. If went to her, she would have been killed."
"You could have done something to save my father. He was killed by vampires, after all."
"There was nothing I could do."
"And you could have found a way to take care of me instead of leaving me with no explanation of who my family was."
"I didn't know where you were."
"Give me a break. How in the fuck are you the head of the house of Erebus, the governing body of the vampire community? How are you even a member? Better yet, how are you still alive? A weak vampire like you. You let three generations of your own family suffer because we weren't good enough for you. We weren't pure bloods like you."
"There was nothing I could do."
"There was nothing you could do. We were in New York the whole time."
"I-"
"Shut the fuck up! Get the hell out before I shove a stake through your black heart." She turned and walked past Deacon to the elevator. "Deacon." She barked.
He walked to the elevator. "What was that?" He asked.
"Family business."