The Time has Come part 2 (Vampire)

When you announce that you’re coming to dinner, the hosts should be prepared. Seeing that his death is the center attraction of the meal, I assumed that I will not be greeted appropriately.

 I went home to change into something I wouldn’t mind getting destroyed. Also,  I needed to feed. I need to get my blood from my hidden source. I could survive by drinking anyone’s blood but I would be weak. Not to my full strength. The source was raised for this purpose and knows when they would be needed. It is a feeding bond that has been locked into place since my fangs dropped.

After getting dressed, I received a notice on my phone that the package was at the door. I collected the package and took it. My feeder knew exactly how I would like it to be delivered to me. Being in hiding, we devised a way that is beneficial to both of us. 

Opening the package immediately, I began to salivate. Puncturing the bag that is made out of a pigs stomach a slight feeding euphoria came over me. This blood tasted like heaven. Metallic, sweet with a hint of something else.

The royals never told anyone of this. It could be used as a weapon. So we created a way for them to stay hidden and safe. From the moment we tasted their blood, we were connected till death.

 I walked into building five on Lot 1856.

This building was supposed to be demolished over a year ago.  On my way to the building, I did a little research. There was a private donor who decided that the building was worth saving. I will discover who this person is and determine if they will meet the same fate.

Paul Marin has been living there as the custodian and illegal creator of vampiric beings. I can smell the stench of bodies rotting inside, along with perfumed sweat in the air.  It sounds like a party inside.

Walking up to the door, I felt no compulsion to stay away. “This is dangerous,” I whispered to myself. All vampires knew that you must hire a witch to deter the living from staying away and not end your life as you sleep. That is basic 101.

I opened the oak door to witness what I had already known. A party with many humans intermingling with the undead. The further I walked in, I noticed a corner where a young male lay slumped over, dead from being drained.

The body has been there for a while from the look and smell of him.  “ Why did he not remove it?”

I stopped and waited to feel where Paul Marin was in this house. He obviously was not going to greet his executioner.  That is both the smartest and yet the dumbest thing to do. It just made me want to hunt him down.

Smelling the air I notice a familiar scent. A note only found in the upper class. He was above me. Honing in on the scent and now his energy I can feel the power moving further away. I ran up the stairs and stood in front of a man who should have died a long time ago.

“You’re here. I can explain.” He said. He did not look like what I expected. He looked like someone who would greet you on boarding a flight or take you to your seat in a restaurant. No threat at all.

“Please do,” I said as I looked around the room.

His eyes darted around, trying to come up with something to say to convince me he should live. I feel disgusted by him. There is no confidence, and he still created these beings.

“I was told that I would never be harmed in my home.”

I looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

“Who told you such a thing?”

He did not want to say so, so I decided to loosen his tongue for him.