There was indeed a reason fire was so effective against vampires. Look at the Theatre in Paris, and look at all the times Louis de Pointe du Lac indulged his pyromania. Only another vampire could help in that situation, or something stronger than one. Maybe there was magic strong enough.
No breakfast in bed.
She chuckled.
Phaedra thought about how best to explain this.
A more specific classification.
"I was investigating a case before I left. A series of murders that I have very good reason to believe were performed by a demon. A higher demon, one that has spent hundreds of years clawing his way back out of his realm and into this one."
She could lay it all out. All of it. The death of her family, how she was made, all of it. But Phaedra couldn't do that just yet.
"I have... a concern... that those murders will continue here."