Vampires
Utheus grew tired of the endless day after day routine of absolute nothingness. He grew more restless and angry by the day. Coming to the compound was not the utopia he had thought it would be.
He thought he would be training hearty seasoned soldiers for war. Raising an army to feast on all of mankind’s blood til they had their fill. His heart pumping and beating from the thrill of the hunt. The feel of his teeth as they punctured the jugular vein, and the rich iron taste flowed into his mouth filling it. The animal, primal instinct in full control of his body. Being what he was bred to be, what he was born to be.
Instead his days were spent drinking blood from a glass, in a sterile cafeteria behind cold cement walls. Hidden in a secure location, far from any humans. He had no soldiers to train. He spent his days training with Argon, and his nights dreaming of war. Every week he would ask those in charge, “When are we going to prepare for siege?”. The only reply he would receive, “When we’re ready.”.
By Utheus’ estimate they should have been preparing at least ten years ago.
They had generations hooked up in the processing ward. Blood production was adequate for a small platoon for far too long. Blood was being wasted and thrown out monthly, by his estimate. What were they waiting for? The next two generations to crop up and get tubed in?
Utheus was infuriated. They were wasting precious time, and he had been caged in here for too long. If he had known it would be like this he would have stayed with Augustus, at least there he got to hunt. Even if it was a canned hunt.