Clara let Jean take her hands and let him kiss them. “I understand you wanted to see me.”
Yes my dear but shall we both have something to drink first?”
“I’ve already had breakfast,” she said, although she glanced back at Willie took two steps forward and stood next to his master.
Jean turned to Willie and Willie smiled tilting his head sideways. Clara felt a small pang of jealousy as Jean bent and drink his fill of Willie. Willie ended up leaning hard against his master who gently let him down into a set day so that he could sit and rest and regain his strength.
“Did you enjoy him?” Jane stepped back away from Willie and started walking towards the other side of the room where the window was open taking in the breeze of the chills fall evening. Clara looked out the window of the hotel from the 26th floor, the top of the building itself. People down below and cars they all look like insignificant insects she thought not for the first time. Kind always seemed to be like insects to her at least now.
“He was no more enjoyable than any of the other kind that I had drank from before,” she said slightly haughtily.
Jean frowned at her the kind are what keep us here in power.” He said with a touch of anger in his voice. You still have not understood that even all after all this time.”
Clara said nothing so she merely looked out the window. After some time she finally could stand it no longer. “So what is it that you want me to do”
There is Gangrel in the city. The Prince would like us to take care of him to make sure that he is not here for any kind of ulterior motive. And if he is, you are the one who is going to take care of it.”
Is there a Blood Hunt on him?
I am not sure. We only know his name.
She waited. When he wasn’t forthcoming with the information she finally could stand that no longer either. “Well what is his name?”
Simon, he said. That’s the only name he seems to go by or that’s the only way name that we know.
Then if that’s all we know about him how do we know that he is going to be dangerous?
Jean again took her hand and kissed it and that is what your job is going to be dear.”
She sighed heavily disgusted with him, disgusted with his riddles, disgusted with his constant treating her like a child. She had thought that this finally would show him that she was an adult she was no longer a child that she could go on and move on with her own life into her own things all without Jean without having to be under his watchful eye. “Does she at least know we are he could be?”
Nobody seems to be sure but the rumor has it from but Nosferatu to that this Gangrel is in the hotel Statler’s basement.
And that’s where I’m going to start looking. Although the hotel Statler was on the other side of Washington Boulevard, she knew she could get to it within 10 minutes. Which is faster than any car could get her there. She could get almost anywhere in this city within 20 minutes.