Neutral territory was surprisingly difficult to find when it came to accommodating the needs of both sides. Thankfully, Rhys had requested a one-on-one meeting with Tobias and no one else, which certainly widened their options a little. However, they had to find somewhere that was open late into the night, was busy enough to have people using it during those hours yet not so busy that conversation was impossible, and didn't draw attention to itself. It took a little work, but they did, finally, settle on a small cafe in Queens. After all, travel from Albany to New York City was nothing to a vampire.
Rhys had taken his time considering the terms of the meeting. He didn't trust vampires as far as he could throw them, but he had agreed to a meeting and was a man of his word. Besides, he was genuinely curious about this Tobias fellow and about whether he truly was working on a cure to vampirism. But there was no way he was going to agree to Nat going along, not just because she was expecting a child. He'd been expecting an argument from her, but when Aurelia promised she'd be keeping watch somehow, Nat finally relented. Besides, he could always call on Avalon for help, if he needed it. No, Rhys was convinced the vampire was taking a greater risk in meeting Rhys than the other way around. And so, he found himself sipping a coffee and nibbling on a piece of apple pie a la mode while he awaited the vampire.
When he arrived, the vampire was unmistakable. Not because he stood out in any particular way, but perhaps because of the way he held himself, the way his gaze took in the detail of the entire cafe before returning to Rhys. Tobias Acton looked for all the world like a man in his late-forties who dressed in suits because he liked to do so, not because he had to. There was no hint of the predator about him as he approached the table where Rhys sat.
"Mr. Bristol" I am Tobias Acton."
They were almost exact opposites really - Rhys in his faded jeans and flannel shirt, and Tobias in his tailored suit - but Rhys didn't so much as bat an eye at the vampire's appearance.
"A bit overdressed for a cafe," he murmured, taking the vampire in, and gesturing to a seat across the table from him. "I hope you don't mind, but I have a weakness for pie," he said, indicating what was left of the stuff on his plate.
"Oh, please, there is no need to deny yourself on my account," Tobias assured him, moving to sit down. His manners were decidedly more formal than most contemporary men, but he did have about a hundred years on most contemporary men. "I apologize if I seem over dressed, as you put it. I'm not comfortable in more casual styles."
Rhys shrugged, as if what the man was wearing didn't really concern him much. "To each, his own," he replied, scooping up another forkful of pie and ice cream. "If my kids were here, they'd just eat the ice cream and leave the pie," he remarked with a smirk. There wasn't much point in denying he had children when the man knew that much already. "So, you want a sample of my blood," he said, coming straight to the point.
"I have something very close to a granddaughter who would be right there with them," Tobias agreed in amusement. If he was surprised by Rhys' blunt coming to the point so soon, he made an effort not to show it, simply clasping his hands on the table in front of him as he leaned forward. "I would like a sample of your blood," he corrected mildly. "But our assistance is not conditional on your agreeing to that request. That you have not immediately dismissed the possibility is encouraging, however."
One of Rhys' brows flickered upwards at the mention of a granddaughter, though he assumed the girl had to be human to enjoy ice cream. Thank Gods, Rhys had never met a child vampire and hoped it only happened in fiction. "Your assistance in keeping my family safe from those who want us dead," he said, wanting to make the terms of the bargain clear. "What makes you think I even need your help?" As far as Rhys was concerned, he thought the vampires needed his help a lot more than he needed them.
"I don't think you need our help at all," Tobias said easily. "We need your help, more than you need ours, though you would not have been aware of what is happening until much later had we not approached to warn you. My family have already dealt with one pair of rogues, and it could have destroyed us. The only reason it did not was because we had the assistance of my sire, and two others of another branch of her bloodline. They are no longer present. We cannot wipe out an entire sect of rogues alone, as we are."
Rhys furrowed his brows thoughtfully at something the vampire had said. "How many?" he asked. "How many ....rogues ....do you think have been watching us?" he said, stumbling over the word. Vampires had always been vampires to him. He had never really considered that they might not all be malicious.
Tobias looked deeply troubled. "There are four that I know of," he said, giving Rhys as much information as he requested. "But the tactic they are likely to use will mean that there will be several newer vampires surrounding them, all chosen for their physical strength. And we will not have an Elder this time." He could have asked Freya to come back, but he doubted she would. She was somewhere in Europe with Beatrix, both of them still grieving Serena together.
"New and hungry," Rhys said, scowling at the thought, more worried for his family than for him. "I could send my family away, until the danger has passed, but my wife is stubborn and she doesn't want to disrupt the children's lives." If they went to Avalon without their father, they would know something was wrong, and Rhys didn't think he could leave until he knew the danger was passed.
"There are ways to protect your family within your own home," Tobias assured him. "Indeed, it could easily be made so that no vampire may enter at all. But your children attend daycare and school and are not always under your eye. Are you aware that there is a werewolf working at your son's daycare center?"
That bit of information startled the hunter, his eyes narrowing in anger. "What"!" he exclaimed, forcing himself to stay in his seat, as there was nothing he could do about it right now. "Who' How do you know?" he asked, his fingers tightening their grip on the fork in his hand.
"I do not know her name," Tobias told him. "I know because vampires and werewolves can sense one another, and I identified her when I was familiarizing myself with your neighborhood. As far as I can tell, she has been working there for several years. I doubt she took the job simply to be in that position at this time."
"She," Rhys murmured thoughtfully. There were several shes at the daycare center, and he had no way of knowing which one might be a werewolf. He frowned at the thought of it. They all seemed perfectly normal, perfectly suited to their jobs. There was no one he could think of whom he'd suspect of wanting to cause his family harm. "Do you think this werewolf is a threat?"
"Would you really trust a vampire's impression of a werewolf?" Tobias asked in surprise. "Our enmity for one another is well known, even in mythology. All I can say is that if she had intended your family harm, I believe she would have acted before now. As I understand it, she was working at the daycare center before your daughter began to attend there."
Rhys had taken his time considering the terms of the meeting. He didn't trust vampires as far as he could throw them, but he had agreed to a meeting and was a man of his word. Besides, he was genuinely curious about this Tobias fellow and about whether he truly was working on a cure to vampirism. But there was no way he was going to agree to Nat going along, not just because she was expecting a child. He'd been expecting an argument from her, but when Aurelia promised she'd be keeping watch somehow, Nat finally relented. Besides, he could always call on Avalon for help, if he needed it. No, Rhys was convinced the vampire was taking a greater risk in meeting Rhys than the other way around. And so, he found himself sipping a coffee and nibbling on a piece of apple pie a la mode while he awaited the vampire.
When he arrived, the vampire was unmistakable. Not because he stood out in any particular way, but perhaps because of the way he held himself, the way his gaze took in the detail of the entire cafe before returning to Rhys. Tobias Acton looked for all the world like a man in his late-forties who dressed in suits because he liked to do so, not because he had to. There was no hint of the predator about him as he approached the table where Rhys sat.
"Mr. Bristol" I am Tobias Acton."
They were almost exact opposites really - Rhys in his faded jeans and flannel shirt, and Tobias in his tailored suit - but Rhys didn't so much as bat an eye at the vampire's appearance.
"A bit overdressed for a cafe," he murmured, taking the vampire in, and gesturing to a seat across the table from him. "I hope you don't mind, but I have a weakness for pie," he said, indicating what was left of the stuff on his plate.
"Oh, please, there is no need to deny yourself on my account," Tobias assured him, moving to sit down. His manners were decidedly more formal than most contemporary men, but he did have about a hundred years on most contemporary men. "I apologize if I seem over dressed, as you put it. I'm not comfortable in more casual styles."
Rhys shrugged, as if what the man was wearing didn't really concern him much. "To each, his own," he replied, scooping up another forkful of pie and ice cream. "If my kids were here, they'd just eat the ice cream and leave the pie," he remarked with a smirk. There wasn't much point in denying he had children when the man knew that much already. "So, you want a sample of my blood," he said, coming straight to the point.
"I have something very close to a granddaughter who would be right there with them," Tobias agreed in amusement. If he was surprised by Rhys' blunt coming to the point so soon, he made an effort not to show it, simply clasping his hands on the table in front of him as he leaned forward. "I would like a sample of your blood," he corrected mildly. "But our assistance is not conditional on your agreeing to that request. That you have not immediately dismissed the possibility is encouraging, however."
One of Rhys' brows flickered upwards at the mention of a granddaughter, though he assumed the girl had to be human to enjoy ice cream. Thank Gods, Rhys had never met a child vampire and hoped it only happened in fiction. "Your assistance in keeping my family safe from those who want us dead," he said, wanting to make the terms of the bargain clear. "What makes you think I even need your help?" As far as Rhys was concerned, he thought the vampires needed his help a lot more than he needed them.
"I don't think you need our help at all," Tobias said easily. "We need your help, more than you need ours, though you would not have been aware of what is happening until much later had we not approached to warn you. My family have already dealt with one pair of rogues, and it could have destroyed us. The only reason it did not was because we had the assistance of my sire, and two others of another branch of her bloodline. They are no longer present. We cannot wipe out an entire sect of rogues alone, as we are."
Rhys furrowed his brows thoughtfully at something the vampire had said. "How many?" he asked. "How many ....rogues ....do you think have been watching us?" he said, stumbling over the word. Vampires had always been vampires to him. He had never really considered that they might not all be malicious.
Tobias looked deeply troubled. "There are four that I know of," he said, giving Rhys as much information as he requested. "But the tactic they are likely to use will mean that there will be several newer vampires surrounding them, all chosen for their physical strength. And we will not have an Elder this time." He could have asked Freya to come back, but he doubted she would. She was somewhere in Europe with Beatrix, both of them still grieving Serena together.
"New and hungry," Rhys said, scowling at the thought, more worried for his family than for him. "I could send my family away, until the danger has passed, but my wife is stubborn and she doesn't want to disrupt the children's lives." If they went to Avalon without their father, they would know something was wrong, and Rhys didn't think he could leave until he knew the danger was passed.
"There are ways to protect your family within your own home," Tobias assured him. "Indeed, it could easily be made so that no vampire may enter at all. But your children attend daycare and school and are not always under your eye. Are you aware that there is a werewolf working at your son's daycare center?"
That bit of information startled the hunter, his eyes narrowing in anger. "What"!" he exclaimed, forcing himself to stay in his seat, as there was nothing he could do about it right now. "Who' How do you know?" he asked, his fingers tightening their grip on the fork in his hand.
"I do not know her name," Tobias told him. "I know because vampires and werewolves can sense one another, and I identified her when I was familiarizing myself with your neighborhood. As far as I can tell, she has been working there for several years. I doubt she took the job simply to be in that position at this time."
"She," Rhys murmured thoughtfully. There were several shes at the daycare center, and he had no way of knowing which one might be a werewolf. He frowned at the thought of it. They all seemed perfectly normal, perfectly suited to their jobs. There was no one he could think of whom he'd suspect of wanting to cause his family harm. "Do you think this werewolf is a threat?"
"Would you really trust a vampire's impression of a werewolf?" Tobias asked in surprise. "Our enmity for one another is well known, even in mythology. All I can say is that if she had intended your family harm, I believe she would have acted before now. As I understand it, she was working at the daycare center before your daughter began to attend there."