monstrosity of a man…yeah, it was sweet.
*****
“I’m afraid I don’t understand, old friend.” Foster paced within the walls of an abandoned warehouse, his semi trucks parked side by side and his people unpacking their belongings in the wide open spaces behind him. “Why will you not simply come to the mainland and meet with me? We have all the creature comforts of home here.”
Paul knew exactly why Rufus would not come to the mai nland. He could sense the intrusion of Foster’s people into his territory. He knew there was an army of Humanus vampires within striking distance to himself and within the drawn boundaries of his familial kingdom. Although he was expecting them, and a blood alliance was proposed, the alliance had yet to be drawn out and sealed with the blood. Foster could turn against him at any time and with the sheer numbers he had brought, Rufus was no fool. Thorn could not keep his people all on the island, so he had to allow them to scatter about on the mainland. Foster would not allow Rufus to know exactly where he was, otherwise, those same people could surround him and simply burn them out. He was still hoping the alliance could take place and the Apacolypto could be averted.
“I do not go to the mainland unless absolutely necessary, Foster.” Thorn said. “Trust me on this. If you truly desire a blood alliance with the Lamia Beastia, you will come to me.” His voice left no room for negotiating. “I have a boat at the dock for you. One of my wolves will be there for you at su ndown. I will forward the dock number to your phone.” And with that he simply disconnected.
Foster did not like it, but he had little choice. He had very little time until sundown and even less time to prepare. His phone chimed with a text message giving him the dock and slip number that the boat would be found. He snapped his fingers for his body guards and had them prepare. If Thorn wanted to fina lly get his revenge after all these centuries, he’d have to go through them first and they were the best of the best.
Meanwhile, approximately thirty miles deep in the Gulf at Thorn’s island, Rufus had his study prepared. A scribe was put on stand-by with parchment and quill. His best calligrapher and fastest pen, she could inscribe an Italian argument of two fam ilies and never miss a syllable. Security was put in place along the perimeter of the few vampires that he had available and the wolves prepared themselves for the shift. Most locked themselves into their specially made, silver reinforced stalls, while others, the more senior wolves chose to take to the woods for a hunt. The woods were on the far side of the island and far enough from the docks to not interfere with Foster’s arrival, nor had the wolves ever tried to attack a vampire before, so his arrival and departure should be uneventful.
The watchtower would be manned with the youngest of the vampires with long-range binoculars to search out watercraft that might try to follow Thorn’s. He would have vampires along the water’s edge with crossbows and rifles with silver bullets in case any attempted to overrun the meeting. If Foster attempted anything tonight, it would be the last mistake he ever made.
Thorn tugged slightly at the heavy drapes hanging from the easterly windows. It was getting very dark outside, but clearly, the sun had not set yet. He could see reflections on the water of yellows and oranges and shades of red through the slight crack. He let the heavy material fall back into place. It was time for him to prepare himself. He needed to dress to impress.
*****
The air in Rome was heavy with humidity, and the sounds of people partying the night away had died away hours before. The dark vampire who haunted the abandoned cathedral by night rarely crept out of it anymore. His meals were brought to him by those who served him. He preferred well
*****
“I’m afraid I don’t understand, old friend.” Foster paced within the walls of an abandoned warehouse, his semi trucks parked side by side and his people unpacking their belongings in the wide open spaces behind him. “Why will you not simply come to the mainland and meet with me? We have all the creature comforts of home here.”
Paul knew exactly why Rufus would not come to the mai nland. He could sense the intrusion of Foster’s people into his territory. He knew there was an army of Humanus vampires within striking distance to himself and within the drawn boundaries of his familial kingdom. Although he was expecting them, and a blood alliance was proposed, the alliance had yet to be drawn out and sealed with the blood. Foster could turn against him at any time and with the sheer numbers he had brought, Rufus was no fool. Thorn could not keep his people all on the island, so he had to allow them to scatter about on the mainland. Foster would not allow Rufus to know exactly where he was, otherwise, those same people could surround him and simply burn them out. He was still hoping the alliance could take place and the Apacolypto could be averted.
“I do not go to the mainland unless absolutely necessary, Foster.” Thorn said. “Trust me on this. If you truly desire a blood alliance with the Lamia Beastia, you will come to me.” His voice left no room for negotiating. “I have a boat at the dock for you. One of my wolves will be there for you at su ndown. I will forward the dock number to your phone.” And with that he simply disconnected.
Foster did not like it, but he had little choice. He had very little time until sundown and even less time to prepare. His phone chimed with a text message giving him the dock and slip number that the boat would be found. He snapped his fingers for his body guards and had them prepare. If Thorn wanted to fina lly get his revenge after all these centuries, he’d have to go through them first and they were the best of the best.
Meanwhile, approximately thirty miles deep in the Gulf at Thorn’s island, Rufus had his study prepared. A scribe was put on stand-by with parchment and quill. His best calligrapher and fastest pen, she could inscribe an Italian argument of two fam ilies and never miss a syllable. Security was put in place along the perimeter of the few vampires that he had available and the wolves prepared themselves for the shift. Most locked themselves into their specially made, silver reinforced stalls, while others, the more senior wolves chose to take to the woods for a hunt. The woods were on the far side of the island and far enough from the docks to not interfere with Foster’s arrival, nor had the wolves ever tried to attack a vampire before, so his arrival and departure should be uneventful.
The watchtower would be manned with the youngest of the vampires with long-range binoculars to search out watercraft that might try to follow Thorn’s. He would have vampires along the water’s edge with crossbows and rifles with silver bullets in case any attempted to overrun the meeting. If Foster attempted anything tonight, it would be the last mistake he ever made.
Thorn tugged slightly at the heavy drapes hanging from the easterly windows. It was getting very dark outside, but clearly, the sun had not set yet. He could see reflections on the water of yellows and oranges and shades of red through the slight crack. He let the heavy material fall back into place. It was time for him to prepare himself. He needed to dress to impress.
*****
The air in Rome was heavy with humidity, and the sounds of people partying the night away had died away hours before. The dark vampire who haunted the abandoned cathedral by night rarely crept out of it anymore. His meals were brought to him by those who served him. He preferred well
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