Frederick Lyall: A Fictional Narrative

“Frederick Lyall it has been several years since I saw you, but if I remember correctly the last time we met you tried to cut my head off with a rusty machete,” Kol said. “I assure you Kol that that incident was just a misunderstanding at first I was just trying to give you a simple haircut,” Frederick laughed. Kol slid into the booth around the table as did Henry and Samantha who the vampire introduced to Frederick after he sat down. Alexander sat in the booth behind his master and stuck his hand in his front pocket so he could easily pull out a gun loaded with silver bullets just in case this meeting took a turn for the worst. “Now tell me Frederick why is that you wanted to meet with me after your failed assassination attempt,” Kol asked. “That was just another simple misunderstanding Kol, but I know that you would have done the same if you were given the chance to do so,” Frederick said. “I have been told Frederick that you

The man walks over to Frederick and shakes the criminal 's hand. “Kol I doubt that you have met my youngest son Thomas who has recently started working for me,” Frederick said. “No I haven 't,” Kol said. “Thomas this is Kol Holmes an old family friend,” Frederick said. “It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Holmes,” Thomas said as he shook the vampire 's hand. The vampire and werewolf sat and talked for a little while, and then a man with a dark black handlebar mustache his clothes and hands covered in flour passed out menus to everyone sitting at the table and Alexander. Samantha ordered a piece of lasagna, Henry ordered some risotto, Thomas and Frederick ordered spaghetti, Kol ordered ravioli, and Alexander didn 't order anything since he had such a big breakfast. They all gave the menus back to the chief who disappeared in the kitchen and returned with a waiter their arms covered with plates of