Vampires
Alfonz surveyed the nursery. He watched the thirteen infants hooked to I.V.’s sleeping peacefully from the gas filtrated through the air system. Every fifteen minutes you could smell a faint odor in the air. He checked the chart for the blood work, all thirteen were pure from any illness. He smiled to himself and walked to the Nursery.
Here the children ranged from two to six. The younger children were taught by the older ones how to eat from the trough. They did not know how to communicate other than through grunts and gestures. Alfonz read the charts of the seven that were in the Nursery and smiled with approval.
Viktor walked up. “I thought you would be arriving soon when I called.”
Alfonz smiled wryly, “Do you need a vacation?”
“I grow weary of watching these animals.” Viktor complained. “And I’m not talking about the food. I have to watch them constantly day and night so they so do not feed on the cattle.”
“And you’re doing a wonderful job.” Alfonz responded before Viktor could finish registering his complaint. “I have no one else I can trust with this. Others will turn a blind eye to the feeding, or partake in it themselves. You alone have the will power it takes to abstain, you know this.”
Viktor was not impressed by the flattery. “You take charge. This is your operation.” he almost demanded of his superior.
Alfonz raised his left eyebrow and turned to face Viktor. There were no weapons on hand for either to make use of, it would be hand to hand combat if it came to it. A sport Alfonz knew Viktor would win at.
“If you need a vacation then take it.” Alfonz set the report back in it’s place. “You are right, I am perfectly capable of taking care of things here myself. I no longer require your assistance.”
Viktor drew in a noisy breath at the hollow victory. “When do I report back?” he inquired.
Alfonz turned back to the children and watched them play innocently with each other. His sharp features pulled tight and he grimaced. “I will not require your assistance any longer.” he said in an angry, gritty tone.
Viktor braced himself for a fight. “What do you want me to do?” he replied in the same tone Alfonz had.
Alfonz turned back around and examined the Russian he had known for over a century. To exile him from the clan would bring death, though whose it was hard to fathom. He could join an opposing clan and attack this one, knowing every weakness from within. Take over the operation for himself, or disband it all together. Viktor, after all, had some sort of a conscience.
After some thought Alfonz replied. “I want you to recruit.”
Viktor dropped his defensive stance and nodded. He left the compound and headed Southwest. He headed for the city where stars were made. Millions flocked to that city hoping to be a star, hundreds go missing every year never to be seen again. Viktor knew he would be looking for soldiers, but he had another agenda as well.
He wanted soldiers loyal only to him.