Thruseday May 6th, 1999 2:11 a.m. - Somewhere in St. Kitts - Papillion Frambois
Vincents cell phone went off and when the Toreador answered he was greated with a sad little whimper.
"Oh Vinny! Why did you let me go!? I hate it here!"
"Good evening Ma Peche. How are you tonight? You don't sound well. St. Kitts is taking some getting used to is it?" Vincent sat up and cupped the phone. "Excuse me its a phone call I have to take Andy, Seth. Its Papillion."
"I am TERRIBLE tonight." the girl cried but then got a hold of herself, it was clear from her voice that at the other end of the line his childe had a face streaked with bloody tears. She breathed a few moments. Getting control of the tone and volume of her voice.
"Vincent I want to come home." She said firmly but there was an indignant undertone, a certain trauma she'd yet to reveal.
Vincents tone took on a nurturing and soothing nature as he wandered into the bathroom for some privacy. "k tell me whats wrong my dear. I know this is really your first time venturing off on your own. It surely cant be as bad as you think it is." He chuckled "I could tell you what happened to me when I left my sire for the first time if you wanted. "
Papilion pulled her knees up under her chin curling herself into a ball in the big squashy armchair in the hotel room where she was staying until they could find more suitable accommodations. All things considered, it was a very nice room she could say that much. She smiled into the phone, the tone in Vincent's voice was one she could always think on fondly, it made one almost want to purr. "Well you could regale me but I doubt it would help...They're very....Strange here. I didn't expect it."
"Really? I would have thought that you would have had no problem. I did call and let Clarence know you were coming and he seemed thrilled to have you, so whats so wrong?"
She squirmed in her seat groaning in response. The embarrassment was too much. She didn't want to have to tell him, why couldn't he just play soft Vincent and say 'Come home at once! I've missed you terribly!' Why did he have to play understanding Vincent, didn't he know that made her want to tell him! And oh, the indignity... "He wanted me to dance for him..." She said cautiously.
"Well of course he did ma peche. You e a wonderful dancer. You are as graceful as a gazelle. The night you accepted the embrace I wept." Vincent said a smile graced his lips as he closed his eyes and sat on the edge of the tub.
Another smile cracked her sour demeanor. "Oh ma cheri you're too much..." Papilion paused a moment then took a deep breath though her lungs didn't need the oxygen. She covered her face with a hand as though to hide her embarrassment from him though he couldn't see her. "He wanted me to..." she spoke through her fingers and then moved her hand so he could hear her clearly. "He wanted me to take off my clothes Vincent. He thought i was a...a-a-a common stripper!"
"Oh Pappy my dear. If you were here I'd hug you now. It is true I didn't say you were ballet but I thought for sure we would look at you and know you were by far more talented than a pole dancing bimbo."
There was something thrown agains the bathroom door and Vincent heard Seth exclaim "I heard that!"
"I'm not mocking your childe Brother." Vncent exclaimed. "Now if you'd excuse me I'm trying to talk in private..." Vincent sighed. "Sorry about that were all crammed in an apartment and its trying. Seth, Jallyn myself and Andy. Shes new she came from St Catherines as well. Shes a scuptor."
Papilion chuckled lightly into the mouth piece, their sibling banter had always been amusing. "Apartment you say? Ma Cheri I could have given you all use of my home it wasn't touched in the...Blast." That too was hard to say. "And a sculpture? Is she any good? I hope she isn't replacing me too fabulously." She joked with a smile.
"You know that in my heart no matter how good she is, I'll think you were better."
"Oh listen to you. That means she is good then you just don't want me to be jealous." She couldn't help but smile she was feeling much better just from being able to talk to Vincent. "I want to come home Vincent. I NEED to come home. I miss you...I miss Hamilton...I'm NOT becoming a stripper."
"Then come come. Tell Clarence that you are homesick and that Hamilton needs you. I am sure he will understand. Also... I do miss you. Its not the same without you here. You always managed to brighten the room when you entered. Like a summer's sun. We could really use that since its all doom and gloom. Mind you, the meeting tonight wasn't so fun. Helen has declared that we vote to have Fia put to death. And she IS the leader so we have to kowtow."
"WHAT!? FIA!? Just...Just cause of that homeless guy!?" Papillion stood in her rage knocking the hotel phone from it's table making her have to jump for it. She put the phone back and looked to the clock.
"I have to go if I'm going to be there by morning. Kiss kiss love I'll be seeing you soon." And with that Papillions voice was gone from the other line and it was replaced with dead air.
Meanwhile in her hotel room dresses and shoes were thrown back into suit cases willy nilly, something her OCD did not appreciate. She stripped from her robe and began to dress properly for the drive home from her mope wear, her cell pressed to her ear as she waited for Helen to answer while she zipped her suitcases. And clamped her trunk. Why did she bring so much stuff!? Helen pick up...
