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I pulled my phone out so fast I dropped it. Billy handed it to me, then he and Josh sat on either side of me as I answered and put it on speaker "We've been watching, who is it? Please tell me it's not Mom or Pop." I begged my son.
"No, Dad. Still
nothing on them. This was Sarah. It looks like she was near the center of the
explosion. Her body's burned pretty bad. Grace wants
to take all the bodies to Quantico, to help with the investigation, but I told
her that you'd have to make that decision. I'm worried about a human Doctor finding out too much."
"Grace? I'm guessing she's the FBI agent in charge?"
"Yeah, Grace Burroughs. She's been a ton of help, and she didn't flinch when she was
told that I was in charge. She says she's known about us all her life, and
that's why she's on this team."
I looked questioningly at Billy and he got the message. He pulled out his phone, and I heard him asking for the President's office as he walked away.
"Well, tell her I'll need to think about Quantico. Give her my
number. I've heard and seen how you're doing, Son. I'm proud of you."
"Thanks Dad, but a lot of it is Brandon. He's just like Papa. I get an idea and before I can say
anything, he's already doing it. I asked him about
blood and before he could reply, the truck was pulling up with it. Anyway, I
need to go. Grace needs me to clear everyone away so they can use a drone and
the dogs. I'll call when I find them Dad, and I WILL
find them, I swear it."
I nodded, like an idiot, then said "I believe you, Son. Please, be careful climbing
on that debris. I don't need you getting hurt too."
Derrick laughed "Too late. I've sprained my ankle twice, and broken my thumb and index
finger each once. Lucky I saw how Opa set Jesse's arm
and I have the blood handy. The ankles took five minutes, the thumb an hour,
and the finger is still a little tender. Give my love to Papa and the pups."
And he disconnected.
I went to find Billy, alone in the lounge, and heard him saying "Thank you Mr. President. I'll call them now."
He looked up and I said "What did you find out?"
"Remember when George told us about the people in the IRS that handled vampire
taxes? Well, it seems there are also teams at the FBI, CIA, and Pentagon that
handle vampire issues. He gave me the phone numbers of all the contacts I need.
It's safe to send the bodies to Quantico, they'll go
to the medical examiner that knows our anatomy. This Agent Grace Burroughs is
actually the head of the vampire team for the entire US, and has passed up
promotions to stay where she is."
My phone rang and I looked to see a Quantico number. I held
it out for Billy to see, and when he nodded, I answered "Hello Agent Burroughs.
I understand you've been a great help to my son. What
can I do for you?"
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I'm just doing my job. Derrick, er, Alpha Warnick, told me I
needed to ask you before we send the bodies to Quantico?"
"I think you can call me Greg, and I know you can call him Derrick. And yes,
now that we know about your team, you have my permission to do anything you feel
appropriate. I'll tell Derrick that, if he doesn't
take you at your word."
"Thank you, Your... er, Greg. And please,
call me Grace. I'm sure Derrick will trust me when I
say I've spoken to you. He's an incredible young man,
by the way. You should be proud of how he's handling
things."
"Thank you. I am very proud of him, and his brother. We've
just been watching things live from a camera on the garage. I need to ask, in
your experience, is there hope for finding survivors in the main house?"
"Greg, I've heard of humans surviving under rubble like this for days. Vampires are tougher than we are, so until we find bodies, we are not giving up on your mates and pups, so don't you give up." I heard a tone, then she said "Forgive me, but I need to take this, it's the Director. Derrick or I will call as soon as we know anything." And she disconnected the call.
I was starting to ask Billy about the Pentagon when Clint yelled up the stairs "Luncheon is served, Your Majesty. Don't make me come drag your royal butt down to the table!"
We laughed and headed down the stairs to the dining room. Joshua, Troy, Victor and all of the dukes were already sitting. They had left the head and the seat to its right empty for Billy and I. Tanya told me that she and Sam would sit with the pups in the other lounge, if that was ok with me. She thought they didn't need to hear our conversation. I looked to Billy, and after a short conversation through the bond, I told her to bring them in. They need to learn the realities of life. The three older boys had already lost one set of parents, so this would be a lesson in properly dealing with grief. Tanya nodded, then she and Sam sat on the sofas with Davie and Charlie, letting Chipper, Jesse, and Jeremey sit at the table.
Clint had done a simple meal of hamburgers and French fries.
Comfort food, and it did the trick. Chipper got his plate, then asked me "Is
there any news about Mom and Pop?"
"No news yet, buddy, but Grandma Mary got stuck in the pool house, and Craig
helped get her out. She's ok now."
Jesse was staring at his plate as he whispered "Just my luck."
I stood and walked around to him, kneeling and putting my arms around him "What do you mean by that?" I asked, as gently as I could.
"Father always told us we didn't deserve to be happy. It's just my luck that we come live with you and Papa and
Mom and Pop and was starting to feel like we belong and could be happy, and now
they're gone."
I pulled his chin up so he was looking into my eyes and said "They're not gone,
Son. They're missing, but until we find out for sure,
we hope. Don't give up hope, ever, until you're sure.
And if they are gone, you still have Papa and me, and we love you more than you
can imagine. So you're going to be happy, even if I
have to tickle you until you pee your pants!" I said, as I quickly dropped my
hands to his ribs and tickled him as he squirmed. His arm hit the plate and
knocked it to the floor, breaking the plate and splashing ketchup all over the
carpet.
"OH MY GOD! I'm so sorry!! Don't beat me, please!!" he screamed as he tried to get away from me.
I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight as I said "No one will ever beat you again. If they do, they'll answer to me. Accidents happen. Plates can be replaced and carpets can be cleaned. No one's mad at you. If anything, it's my fault for playing at the dinner table."
Billy came around and picked up Jeremey, who had tears in his eyes, and asked him "What's wrong little guy?"
Through his sniffles he said "Father would have made him lick the floor clean and locked us both in our room for the night after our beating. I'm sorry I'm crying. I was just so scared for Jesse."
"No one is getting beat, and no one is getting locked away.
What we are going to do is this. Jesse and I are going to clean up this mess we
made, so Clint doesn't have to. Then we're going to get a new plate, and eat. How's
that sound?"
Jesse scrambled out of my arms and was on the floor in a flash, reaching for
the broken pieces of China. I grabbed his hand before he could reach one, and
said "How about you let me pick up the sharp pieces so you don't cut yourself.
You ask Clint for a cloth and something to clean this up with, ok?"
Jesse nodded to me, then jumped up and ran to Clint "Mr. Clint Sir? Daddy asked
me to ask you for something to clean up the mess he made so you don't have to."
Joshua choked on his burger and Troy almost spit his soda
out when they heard this. Clint looked down with a smile and said "Come with
me, Your Highness. We'll find something down in the kitchen."
Jesse looked at Clint like he had two heads, then said "I'm not my highness,
I'm Jesse." Then he turned to me and asked "Dad, what's a highness?"
I tossed the plate fragments into the trash, grabbed a towel from Clint and wiped up the worst of the ketchup. The carpet was stained, and who in their right mind puts carpet in a dining room anyway? I had to look into changing it to hardwood, or tile.
I picked Jesse up and put him back in his seat as Billy did
the same with Jeremey, then I said "I guess in all the excitement, no one told
you, huh? All my pups are princes or princesses now. The Councils decided they
should be dukes and barons."
Jeremey looked up and excitedly asked "Do I get to wear a crown?"
As Chipper said "Does that mean I can kiss Kailani in her sleep to wake her
up?"
"No, you're not wearing a crown. And only if she says you
can, Chipper." Just then, I noticed a hamburger floating off the table and
towards the sofa. I jumped up and grabbed it, then looked over and said
"Charles David Fowler Warnick! We do NOT use magic to get things we want. You
ask, and someone will get it for you, do I make myself clear young man?"
Charlie looked like he was about to cry, but he said "Yes Daddy."
I stepped over and handed him the hamburger, and kissed his
forehead as I said "You need to learn to control your magic, little man. Uncle
Frederick will teach you, but for now, you need to have patience."
Joshua sat up and almost shouted "Frederick and Grand-pére
are in the magic library!"
Before I could get to my phone, Billy had called Derrick and
had him on speaker. "Derrick, have you dug down under the office wing yet?"
"No, there's nothing under that wing."
"There's a secret room under that whole wing. Frederick and Grand-pére said they were going to be doing work in there this
morning." I said.
"Would it survive the
blast?"
"It was reinforced concrete, for security, so I'm guessing it's solid enough to
survive."
"It's only been six hours, they should be
ok for a day or so. I need to focus on where the injured might still be buried
under rubble, unless this is an order, Father?"
I bowed my head and sighed. Then I said "No, you're right. Focus on what you
think is best. Just keep them in mind, and try to get to them within two or
three days. There should be food and water stored in there, so they should be
fine. Any other news, while we have you?"
"Grace's people got to Papa's office and
got a few computers out. They almost shit when the balcony in your office
collapsed, but no one was hurt. They'd like to take
them to Quantico as well. I thought I should check with you and Papa first."
"Alpha's don't need to use language like that, Son,
but I understand. And yes, Grace has my blessing to do whatever she feels is
appropriate. If we trust her with our existence, we can trust her with our
business secrets."
"I agree, and sorry, Dad, I'm just under a lot of stress. While I have you, I'll give you everything we have so far. Grandma Mary is
fully recovered and is down at Clint & Co's house. You know we lost Edward,
Sarah, Patrick, and Amanda. Tommy's two men that were on the towers at the
front door had broken legs, but they've healed up fine
and they're working the gate. Two of the housekeepers were doing laundry, by
the garage, and they were in rough shape, but they're
going to pull through. We are pretty sure the only ones still missing are Samantha,
Frederick, Grand-pére, Amie, Andrew, Pop, Mom, and
the girls. Can you think of anyone that's not accounted for?"
"Andrew and Amie were off today. It's their
anniversary, so there's a good chance they weren't there. Has anyone tried
calling them? Or Frederick and Grand-pére?" Joshua
said as he picked up his phone and dialed.
"I thought Frederick
was with you, and Grand-pére is always at the farm. I
didn't think about either of them."
I heard Joshua talking to Andrew so I looked and he gave me a thumbs up, so I said "Andrew and Amie are ok. Josh is talking to them." I looked to George and Joan who had also made calls. They both shook their heads so I went on "Frederick and Grand-pére aren't answering, so they're still missing. Anything else? I should let you go, you need to get some rest."
"I'll rest after I
find everyone, Dad. I'm fine. You take care of Papa
and those pups. Love you Dad."