Vampires
Alfonz lit a cigarette and savored it’s flavor as he watched the news uncover his protege’s brood.
“It is quite a lot of blood left unaccounted for.” Viktor said from the couch.
“In a different time they would have blamed this on the Christians.” Alfonz flicked his ashes into a crystal ashtray on his desk.
“They may still.” Viktor shifted his seating. “What other cult has a ritual containing blood.”
“There are plenty still originating from the old lands. You know how hard it is to get these backwater ideas out these superstitious followers.” Alfonz scoffed.
Viktor looked at Alfonz with mistrust.
It had been in the summer of nineteen forty two when Viktor met Alfonz. Germany had invaded Russia, they were both soldiers of varying rank. Alfonz who was highly decorated, never gave his rank after capture. Viktor tortured him for weeks. Depriving him of sunlight, and giving him only the smallest amount of rations.
A month went by, and still Alfonz had not weakened in any manner.
All they know of this German was what his paperwork said. He was on vacation from Poland. His passport had an address of a small village called Sobibór near the polish border. They knew he was a Nazi officer, but they did not know what outpost or his rank.
No one believed this man was on vacation.
By mid August Viktor was tired of playing with this German. He waited until the shift change at two in the morning. He stood in the darkness near the cell area holding a standard issue Tokarevs, so it could not be traced back to him. As the guards left their post, he snuck in and walked into Alfonz’s cell.
He felt sick to his stomach as he watched Alfonz draining a large rat of it’s blood.
Viktor raised his pistol to Alfonz’s head.
Before the trigger could be squeezed, Viktor was grabbed.
The German had the strength of fifteen men, he subdued Viktor with little effort.
The pain in his neck was quick. All he remembered as the world slowly began to fade to black was a strange taste entered his mouth. Viktor supposed he was tasting death.
“Are you alright?” Alfonz called to Viktor. “You look, distracted.”
“Niet.” Viktor brushed off the memory.
Alfonz drew in a deep drag off the cigarette and exhaled. “It is no matter, we know for sure there are hunters on our tail. Though why, after all these years.”
“Something disturbed the peace.” Viktor rationalized.
“Well it wasn’t your boys.” Alfonz turned off the television. “They never left their territory, there was no room for mistakes.”
Viktor grunted.
“Is there something I don’t know?”
“I sent the one to investigate, he followed that family out of town.”
Alfonz’s eyes narrowed. “He was trailed. You led them straight to us.”
“Niet!” Viktor said in his own defense, but it was too late.
Alfonz was already behind him with the sword.
There was quick flash of light reflecting off the blade as it came towards his throat. Victor grabbed the silver ashtray sitting on the end table beside him. He held it up to his neck as the blade bore down. There was a loud clang. He reached for Alfonz as the blade ricocheted back from the force. Soon he had Alfonz pinned against the wall.
The two glared at each other, frenemies to the end.
“Enough!”Alfonz ordered and Viktor felt himself ease off involuntarily. “We have seen enough blood shed for the day then.”
“We should exterminate the hunters instead of ourselves.” Viktor warned the German.
“A wise choice indeed.” Alfonz agreed and let the wheels in his mind begin to turn.