Singing For His Supper, Part II - Revision history

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	On the other side of the door, in dim light, two young girls, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, huddled together on a bed. The room was somewhat stark and plain, and only dimly lit by nightlights around the baseboard. The other bed was neatly made, and several stylish, age appropriate outfits were hung on a rolling garment rack. The girls were both dark haired, dark eyed, and bore an uncanny resemblance to Eliza. "Mr. Jacobson, may I introduce my nieces, the future Eliza and Evangeline Beauchamp.<br><br>		On the other side of the door, in dim light, two young girls, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, huddled together on a bed. The room was somewhat stark and plain, and only dimly lit by nightlights around the baseboard. The other bed was neatly made, and several stylish, age appropriate outfits were hung on a rolling garment rack. The girls were both dark haired, dark eyed, and bore an uncanny resemblance to Eliza. "Mr. Jacobson, may I introduce my nieces, the future Eliza and Evangeline Beauchamp.<br><br>

	Desperation and fear poured from their auras in a way that was physically painful to Renny. He tried to distance it, to evaluate the situation. Doppelgangers, of course. Eliza and Evangeline wouldn’t be the first to have human duplicates that would enable them re-enter and attend on Mortal society. Given their appearance, and age it was a few years off yet. The girls would likely go off to college, then come back and the switch would be complete. If the girls were lucky, they’d be ghouls for a few decades, until they were too old to be useful; if not so lucky a lonely ditch or swamp awaited them. He forced a concerned calm onto his face and Brooklyn out of his speech, “Charmed, I’m sure.”		Desperation and fear poured from their auras in a way that was physically painful to Renny. He tried to distance it, to evaluate the situation. Doppelgangers, of course. Eliza and Evangeline wouldn’t be the first to have human duplicates that would enable them re-enter and attend on Mortal society. Given their appearance, and age it was a few years off yet. The girls would likely go off to college, then come back and the switch would be complete. If the girls were lucky, they’d be ghouls for a few decades, until they were too old to be useful; if not so lucky a lonely ditch or swamp awaited them. He forced a concerned calm onto his face and Brooklyn out of his speech, “Charmed, I’m sure.”<br><br>

	Eliza smiled, and batted her eyes. "You do go on, Mr. Jacobson." She gripped the girls by the chin, squeezing hard, to make them open their eyes and look into her yes. "You will answer to this man like he was your father, Eliza, Evangeline. You'll live so much longer if you keep this mean, bad man happy." She reached into her pocket again, and took out a wet wipe, and cleaned her hands meticulously. "You feel you can identify these little malefactors, Mr. Jacobson? If so, we can return upstairs and I will answer your remaining questions."<br><br>		Eliza smiled, and batted her eyes. "You do go on, Mr. Jacobson." She gripped the girls by the chin, squeezing hard, to make them open their eyes and look into her yes. "You will answer to this man like he was your father, Eliza, Evangeline. You'll live so much longer if you keep this mean, bad man happy." She reached into her pocket again, and took out a wet wipe, and cleaned her hands meticulously. "You feel you can identify these little malefactors, Mr. Jacobson? If so, we can return upstairs and I will answer your remaining questions."<br><br>

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	''Crap, my benefactor’s got her own reimaging of “Flowers in the Attic” going on. So much for the kids being lucky''.<br><br>		''Crap, my benefactor’s got her own reimaging of “Flowers in the Attic” going on. So much for the kids being lucky''.<br><br>

	He began sending rather than receiving thoughts, engaging both of them directly, <span style="color:#~~31732E~~">''It’s OK. I know you’re scared, but really I ain’t so bad and you aren’t in as much danger as you think you are. Not right now anyway. If you can understand me, nod''</span>.<br><br>		He began sending rather than receiving thoughts, engaging both of them directly, <span style="color:#1c3271">''It’s OK. I know you’re scared, but really I ain’t so bad and you aren’t in as much danger as you think you are. Not right now anyway. If you can understand me, nod''</span>.<br><br>

	The girls clutched each other tightly, and the younger one began to cry, tears running down her cheeks. Hesitantly, almost imperceptibly, they both nodded in unison. "We'll be good, mister. We're sorry we're so much expense and bother."<br><br>		The girls clutched each other tightly, and the younger one began to cry, tears running down her cheeks. Hesitantly, almost imperceptibly, they both nodded in unison. "We'll be good, mister. We're sorry we're so much expense and bother."<br><br>

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	“Beauchamp,” announced the voice on the other end.<br><br>		“Beauchamp,” announced the voice on the other end.<br><br>

	~~“Yea~~, this is Renny. Look, I didn’t pay proper obeisance last time we met and that was wrong a’me. Could we meet and take care of that?”<br><br>		“Yeah, this is Renny. Look, I didn’t pay proper obeisance last time we met and that was wrong a’me. Could we meet and take care of that?”<br><br>

	"Drive up to my house. I do not care for the telephone."<br><br>		"Drive up to my house. I do not care for the telephone."<br><br>

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	Renny paused to gauge his audience. Eliza continued to drink and hadn’t spoken. It might be considered rude not to partake of the offered bag, but drinking blood in front of a client seemed rude, even if the client were a vampire.<br><br>		Renny paused to gauge his audience. Eliza continued to drink and hadn’t spoken. It might be considered rude not to partake of the offered bag, but drinking blood in front of a client seemed rude, even if the client were a vampire.<br><br>

	“You already heard about our little escapade this evening. Rogue ghouls.” ~~_and~~ their innocent ~~families_~~ “ It seems that the dead doctor was not only a Tremere, but a lazy one who figured ghouling everyone he worked with would make his life easier.”<br><br>		“You already heard about our little escapade this evening. Rogue ghouls.” ''And their innocent families''. “ It seems that the dead doctor was not only a Tremere, but a lazy one who figured ghouling everyone he worked with would make his life easier.”<br><br>

	“So somebody offed the Doc. His ghouls get hungry. Go feral. Get Killed. No big deal at that point other than the ruckus that happened at the ghoul’s house.”<br><br>		“So somebody offed the Doc. His ghouls get hungry. Go feral. Get Killed. No big deal at that point other than the ruckus that happened at the ghoul’s house.”<br><br>

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Renny reminded himself for the 10th time that his heart stopped beating years ago, so that feeling was nothing more than that, but it didn’t go away. His fingers trembled as he punched the buttons on the phone, though he worked to remain outward composure. Time to sing for my supper again and it’s gotta be perfect. 

“Beachamp,” announced the voice on the other end. 

“Yea, this is Renny. Look, I didn’t pay proper obeisance last time we met and that was wrong a’me. Could we meet and take care of that?” 

"Drive up to my house. I do not care for the telephone." 

“Fine with me. I’ll be there in a minute.” Renny pushed the button to end the call. He didn’t bother to mention that he was standing less than a block away. 

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	Renny paused to gauge his audience. Eliza continued to drink and hadn’t spoken. It might be considered rude not to partake of the offered bag, but drinking blood in front of a client seemed rude, even if the client were a vampire.<br><br>		Renny paused to gauge his audience. Eliza continued to drink and hadn’t spoken. It might be considered rude not to partake of the offered bag, but drinking blood in front of a client seemed rude, even if the client were a vampire.<br><br>

	“You already heard about our little escapade this evening. Rogue ghouls.” ''And their innocent families''. ~~“ It~~ seems that the dead doctor was not only a Tremere, but a lazy one who figured ghouling everyone he worked with would make his life easier.”<br><br>		“You already heard about our little escapade this evening. Rogue ghouls.” ''And their innocent families''. “It seems that the dead doctor was not only a Tremere, but a lazy one who figured ghouling everyone he worked with would make his life easier.<br><br>

	“So somebody offed the Doc. His ghouls get hungry. Go feral. Get Killed. No big deal at that point other than the ruckus that happened at the ghoul’s house.”<br><br>		“So somebody offed the Doc. His ghouls get hungry. Go feral. Get Killed. No big deal at that point other than the ruckus that happened at the ghoul’s house.”<br><br>
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	“But here’s where it gets weird. The Doc’s spirit ain’t gone. It’s trapped in the house ‘cause someone sigilled all the mirrors so the spirit can’t leave and they also warded the house so Vamps can’t enter. <br><br>		“But here’s where it gets weird. The Doc’s spirit ain’t gone. It’s trapped in the house ‘cause someone sigilled all the mirrors so the spirit can’t leave and they also warded the house so Vamps can’t enter. <br><br>

	“At first I’m thinking, ‘another Tremere’ but why trap the spirit? Tremere ain’t got the stones or the spells to play Wraith Master. The ~~Sygil’s~~ weird too. The only place I’ve ever seen something like it was a notebook my uncle gave me. Magical symbols placed on the tomb of Hatshepsut by Thutmose III as part of a Middle kingdom Egypt turf war.”<br><br>		“At first I’m thinking, ‘another Tremere’ but why trap the spirit? Tremere ain’t got the stones or the spells to play Wraith Master. The Sigil’s weird too. The only place I’ve ever seen something like it was a notebook my uncle gave me. Magical symbols placed on the tomb of Hatshepsut by Thutmose III as part of a Middle kingdom Egypt turf war.”<br><br>

	He let that sink in for a second before continuing, “So here’s where the questions come in. I’m just gonna ask, you don’t have to answer, but here goes. One: Who around here would know ancient Egyptian Sigils? Two: Who is Midnight’s sire? Three: Who in this town has the stones to blood bond the Prince of the city?”<br><br>		He let that sink in for a second before continuing, “So here’s where the questions come in. I’m just gonna ask, you don’t have to answer, but here goes. One: Who around here would know ancient Egyptian Sigils? Two: Who is Midnight’s sire? Three: Who in this town has the stones to blood bond the Prince of the city?”<br><br>
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	Eliza laid a comforting hand on Renny's forearm. "Why, Mr. Jacobson, I do believe you have never had the misfortune of being so close to vampires so very old," she said. "Trust me when I say this. Midnight is even uglier then you would think. YOU just can't see it. I remember well what he used to look like before he became so very good at what it is he does." She lit a lantern, and led the way down the darkened stairs, through the abandoned parlor to the butler's pantry, and the stairs down.<br><br>		Eliza laid a comforting hand on Renny's forearm. "Why, Mr. Jacobson, I do believe you have never had the misfortune of being so close to vampires so very old," she said. "Trust me when I say this. Midnight is even uglier then you would think. YOU just can't see it. I remember well what he used to look like before he became so very good at what it is he does." She lit a lantern, and led the way down the darkened stairs, through the abandoned parlor to the butler's pantry, and the stairs down.<br><br>

	Renny paid close attention to Eliza as she spoke noting ~~the~~ her words stresses and slight flares in the energies that surrounded her. ''Your words say ‘no’, but your aura says ‘yes’, toots''. He frowned “So you say, and if that’s the way you want it handled, fine. But there’s more to it than that. You know it and so do I.”<br><br>		Renny paid close attention to Eliza as she spoke noting her words' stresses and slight flares in the energies that surrounded her. ''Your words say ‘no’, but your aura says ‘yes’, toots''. He frowned “So you say, and if that’s the way you want it handled, fine. But there’s more to it than that. You know it and so do I.”<br><br>

	Two steps down the basement steps, and the sound of crying could be heard. Eliza stopped, and still not turning back to look at Renny, she replied. "You are very perceptive, Mr. Jacobson. Yes... at one time, we felt we knew Midnight." Slowly her head turned, her torso remaining immoblle in a way that would be impossible for a mortal woman. "Midnight has learned something, something VILE, Mr. Jacobson. Or," she shuddered. "The darky has been replaced by something. Something from out of some ancient nightmare." <br><br>		Two steps down the basement steps, and the sound of crying could be heard. Eliza stopped, and still not turning back to look at Renny, she replied. "You are very perceptive, Mr. Jacobson. Yes... at one time, we felt we knew Midnight." Slowly her head turned, her torso remaining immoblle in a way that would be impossible for a mortal woman. "Midnight has learned something, something VILE, Mr. Jacobson. Or," she shuddered. "The darky has been replaced by something. Something from out of some ancient nightmare." <br><br>
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	The girls clutched each other tightly, and the younger one began to cry, tears running down her cheeks. Hesitantly, almost imperceptibly, they both nodded in unison. "We'll be good, mister. We're sorry we're so much expense and bother."<br><br>		The girls clutched each other tightly, and the younger one began to cry, tears running down her cheeks. Hesitantly, almost imperceptibly, they both nodded in unison. "We'll be good, mister. We're sorry we're so much expense and bother."<br><br>

	Renny nodded back and smiled, radiating a serenity he hardly felt, but knew was necessary. ~~“Yea~~, I think we’re good. We should probably go upstairs.”<br><br>		Renny nodded back and smiled, radiating a serenity he hardly felt, but knew was necessary. “Yeah, I think we’re good. We should probably go upstairs.”<br><br>

	Eliza led the way upstairs, the electric lantern throwing weird patterns of shadows on the walls. "I normally have ghouls to handle things like that, Mr. Jacobson," she said, off-handedly. "One must give them time off sometime, and your presence in our town has already caused such a stir. So, now that you've met the girls, what other questions do you have? I have financial matters to attend to, and I left my lap top at the office."<br><br>		Eliza led the way upstairs, the electric lantern throwing weird patterns of shadows on the walls. "I normally have ghouls to handle things like that, Mr. Jacobson," she said, off-handedly. "One must give them time off sometime, and your presence in our town has already caused such a stir. So, now that you've met the girls, what other questions do you have? I have financial matters to attend to, and I left my lap top at the office."<br><br>

	Renny followed ~~Evangeline~~ upstairs trying to forget what he had seen in the basement while simultaneously wondering what he should do about it . ~~“Yea~~, there were a couple of other things.”<br><br>		Renny followed Eliza upstairs trying to forget what he had seen in the basement while simultaneously wondering what he should do about it . “Yeah, there were a couple of other things.”<br><br>

	Eliza led Renny upstairs, to a stark white kitchen. A stretcher with blood collection equipment and a commercial refrigerator took up most of the space. Eliza's aura shimmered with worry and fear. She set the electric lantern on the stretcher, and went to the laundry room style sink to wash her hands with medical grade soap. "So, ask away, my curious friend."<br><br>		Eliza led Renny upstairs, to a stark white kitchen. A stretcher with blood collection equipment and a commercial refrigerator took up most of the space. Eliza's aura shimmered with worry and fear. She set the electric lantern on the stretcher, and went to the laundry room style sink to wash her hands with medical grade soap. "So, ask away, my curious friend."<br><br>

	“First up, ancillary to what I was talking about before, I think your sister must know some or mebbe all of it. She was certainly not at all pleased with my appearance at Court and I gotta think that anyone with even a basic understandin’ of the Sight’s gonna notice the same things that I did. ”		“First up, ancillary to what I was talking about before, I think your sister must know some or mebbe all of it. She was certainly not at all pleased with my appearance at Court and I gotta think that anyone with even a basic understandin’ of the Sight’s gonna notice the same things that I did.”<br><br>

	Eliza nodded in agreement. She opened the refrigerator door, and peered inside. A score or more bags of blood were arrayed inside. She selected apparently at random, and began to sip from the bag. “Evangeline has commented that Midnight has new powers, and has hinted that she knows of his teacher," she said. "We have a bit of rivalry between us, sir. I fear that with expert observers, no one has been seen to enter or leave Midnight's shack in poor town other ~~then~~ himself and that awful girl of his."<br><br>		Eliza nodded in agreement. She opened the refrigerator door, and peered inside. A score or more bags of blood were arrayed inside. She selected apparently at random, and began to sip from the bag. “Evangeline has commented that Midnight has new powers, and has hinted that she knows of his teacher," she said. "We have a bit of rivalry between us, sir. I fear that with expert observers, no one has been seen to enter or leave Midnight's shack in poor town other than himself and that awful girl of his."<br><br>

	''Sheesh, she’s suckin’ down blood like a Tremere at an all-night Dark One summoning''.<br><br>		''Sheesh, she’s suckin’ down blood like a Tremere at an all-night Dark One summoning''.<br><br>

	“You know who the teacher might be? Cause I know a thing or two about occult stuff and I ain’t never seen someone who could eliminate a Nozzie’s ‘time of the day’ issues, if you get my meaning.” ''Perhaps I could have used a better metaphor there''.<br><br>		“You know who the teacher might be? Cause I know a thing or two about occult stuff and I ain’t never seen someone who could eliminate a Nozzie’s ‘time of the day’ issues, if you get my meaning.” ''Perhaps I could have used a better metaphor there''.<br><br> Eliza’s glare indicated the correctness of that thought. ''Change the subject, boyo''. “Can you give me the address to Midnight’s place? There’s more than one way to look at a place. I don’t need to actually get in to take a look.”<br><br>

	Eliza’s glare indicated the correctness of that thought. Change the subject, boyo. “Can you give me the address to Midnight’s place? There’s more than one way to look at a place. I don’t need to actually get in to take a look.”<br><br>		"Certainly, Mr. Jacobson," she said curtly. Again, reaching into the same pocket, she produced a small tablet and a pen. In very neat but archaic penmanship, she wrote an address. "Shall I have driver drop you at your pensionare? I do not care to have my car seen in such a neighborhood." She pulled the sheet free, and handed it curtly to Renny. "You may sit up front with driver," she said. "I must think. I have planning to complete." She led the way to the front door, and out to the antique Cadillac.<br><br>

Singing For His Supper, Part II - Revision history

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Renny reminded himself for the 10th time that his heart stopped beating years ago, so that feeling was nothing more than that, but it didn’t go away. His fingers trembled ..."