Chapter Thirteen
"I tell you, he's the Marquis de Veuilleurs, but he now goes by the name of Lance Duvall. Of course I know what I am saying! He is from the royal court of Louis XIV and a very powerful vampire. It won't be easy but I have a plan of how to get to him and finally take him out. He has a niece, who's been given some very interesting suggestions lately. My daughter, Kara, and of course, Sophie, have been helping. Yes, c'est droll, n'est pas? But the David's family destruction thanks to this bloodsucker will finally be avenged. And I will see that he feels the exquisite pain of seeing his family suffer as generations of mine have. Of this you can count on.
I have to put the final plans together and that's where you come in, Navarre. I need some more of your Egyptian artifacts and of course, the piece de resistence, Bast, herself. No, no, not Hepshepsut, you fool. Well, she'll do if that's all you've got. Any Goddess Queen will do but I will have to have it quickly. Say by the full moon, next Thursday? Excellent. What's that?
Oh, that rumor. This St. John child was seen in Montmarte feeding during the day. Yes, I'd heard that. The mother's mortal, Sophie assured me. Father's an unknown factor. Some rich American from Los Angeles. Perhaps, I'll have to do a little investigating myself.
Merci, Navarre. 'revoir.