Previously in NYC, part 8
Ariana had barely left the New York Daily News when a familiar car arrived not far down the street from the paper. A ghoul left the drivers side and opened the door to the rear passenger door staring at her as she walked their direction. She knew very well who it was. Gregory Bainsworth.
As she got into the car, she was nervous, but sat stone cold in the seat. Ariana did not know what was going on as her previous assignment was complete. Or so she thought.
“Miss Donovan, I believe we need to have a few words regarding your actions as of late.” The Lord did not look at her as he spoke.
Ariana instinctively turned her head and looked down and replied. “Yes, Lord Bainsworth.”
She waited and looked at him for a response, but he said nothing as the car drove to a place that was familiar to her. Conner’s place. Ariana dared not let her eyes widen, but inside she was panicking. The car drove a block away and the ghoul opened the door to the vehicle once they had parked.
“Please get out of the vehicle and come here.” Greg spoke.
Pretending to not know what was going on, she did as instructed and joined him on the sidewalk. There was a strange smell in the air one that smelled of fear to many of their kind.
Greg grabbed her shoulders and turned her to him looking into her fearful eyes. “I have told you many times that you are forbidden to interact with others. Yet I allowed you to let the Mekhet assist you with your task. I have eyes everywhere you should know this by now.”
Ariana turned her head up to look at the 9th floor where Conner’s haven was. “Oh no!” She exclaimed reflexively. The windows were missing some of the smoke was still smoldering from the apartment.
Gregory grabbed the side of her arm with a grip so hard it broke her ulna. “Smile. For that is all you can do and all I will allow you to do. You needn’t worry about hiding away your little secret anymore. It’s all over now.”
The only one she knew more than just a smile and a hello in her vampiric world was gone. Taken away like everything else in her requiem. Ariana was alone, save for Louie, in which none of this she could discuss with him.
Ariana was torn in how to feel. She betrayed him but it was not her fault. Yet she hardly knew him or what circle he ran with. Either way, a requiem may have ended because of her.