"I think that's a good idea," added Fergus. "We need someone back here, and I will be needed in the front line. We have no idea how many bloodsuckers Jack has, and we need every vampire out there fighting."
"So I'm coming too," stated Rebecca flatly
Silence fell heavily on the room. Everyone looked at me. I looked at Rebecca.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked her. I knew she would resent any interference from me, and I had seen how she had handled the situation the first time she had been taken. If she wanted to do this, I would not stop her. But I would ensure that we fought together, and I would protect her. I waited for her answer.
"Yes. I should probably tell you guys what happened today..."
She broke off as the door to the dining room where we all sat was suddenly flung open and an angry Bill Colborne strode into the room.
"What is going on here!" he demanded furiously. "I have received a phone call from my brother. He's at the hospital! He says you put him in there," he looked at Rebecca incredulously. "He says you electrocuted him!"
She looked straight back at him. "I did," she said flatly. "But he kidnapped me."
"Nonsense! You expect me to believe your version of events over my own brother's?"
"We don't expect you to believe anything." I told him flatly.
Bill seemed to be flabbergasted by my words, and stood there with his mouth opening and closing, looking for all the world like an angry, hairy fish.
Julia pushing her chair back, and stood up.
"Your brother kidnapped Rebecca to sell to Jack," she told him, her voice icy. "And Lucy helped him."
"Oh, nonsense!" he exclaimed, his face red with rage and a touch of guilt. I wondered how much he knew. "You would trust the word of a vampire freak over that of your own daughter and brother-in-law. I thought Jack was dead, anyway!"
Julia just looked at him and sighed. She spoke carefully, as if to a small and recalcitrant child. "James is guilty of kidnap and assault at the very least. He deserves everything he got, and more."
She watched him, her hands on her hips, as his disbelief and contempt declared themselves on his face. Then she took a deep breath and spoke, her tone measured.
"That is the last time you refer to us as freaks, Bill. Get out of my house. Take your daughter if she wants to come with you, and leave. Go to London, if you want. This does not concern you."