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Chapter 54
Sins of the VampiresLydia Joyce Deetz was enjoying the first day of March. The weather was mild; the sky was blue. The air had a calmness to it. The gardens were rich and colorful. She was seated on a bench in a modern gazebo close to the backyard of Mihai's mansion, reading an old horror novel.
She heard Beetlejuice's voice to her right, and saw the demon's face in the reflection on the silver cuff bracelet on her right wrist. “How's the rebellion going, huh?” he asked her.With a shrug, Lydia replied, “I don't know. Brunhilde doesn't give out details.”“She's gonna take a lot of little vamps, if she hasn't already,” he said.She narrowed her eyes. “Why?”“Duh. She's been killing off her own babies!” Beetlejuice rolled his eyes and laughed at her. “Any rebels she finds that won't be swayed, she kills them, nasty about it too.”Lydia closed her book. “Why would she want more?”“To keep the population from going out of whack,” explained Beetlejuice. “I still don't know why she hasn't hurried up and chomped on that Prune.”“She won't say,” Lydia told him.“Well, I'll let you know right now, Babe. That doesn't make any kind of sense. Brunhilde's being wacky.”***That evening, Lydia, Prudence, Vlad, Mihai, and Brunhilde all stared at the television in amazement.Earlier in the day, all around the same time, several different locations in the world were bombed. Young adults, elderly, children, infants, were murdered. It all over every news channel. The locations were: an apartment complex in Tokyo, another apartment complex in New York City, a real estate business in London, another real estate business in Chicago, a mansion in France, an airport in Boston, a powerful bank in Hong Kong, a suburb in Seoul, an apartment complex in Sydney, and finally, the Nebraska Avenue Complex where the United States Department of Homeland Security is located. That is ironic as fuck. The weirdest part was that those who didn't die from the explosion had their heads chopped off or were shot in the head multiple times. Nobody had any evidence-based idea as to who was behind the attacks. There were no survivors who could identify anyone.As soon as Prudence heard about the attack in the U.S., she asked Mihai, “Should we move to Mexico?”That was when Brunhilde, with her head lowered slightly and her eyes pointed up at the television, somewhat growling, said out loud, “Don't bother with it, you twit! I'll take care of this shit.” Like an angry child, Brunhilde got up from her seat and stomped out of the room. She even slammed a door. Then everyone heard her scream … or rather … roar, like a combination of a livid tiger and a screaming red fox. The sound would start off deep like a tiger's voice, and gradually change into the higher fox-like scream. All the other people in the room decided to leave the mansion for an impromptu dinner at a restaurant.When it was late at night, Brunhilde had finished her fit, and she had gone somewhere else. So, the two couples returned to the mansion with relief.Vlad didn't seem to want to talk about what everyone else in the world was definitely talking about. It didn't matter what Lydia said. The exception was when Lydia had finished taking a shower and joined him in bed, and she had whined, “I'm scared. Is there gonna be another war?”After she said that, Vlad hugged her, kissed her, ran his fingers through her dark hair. “There already is a war,” he told her, “but these attacks were desperate ones. The rebels are trying to kill the most powerful vampires who remain loyal to Brunhilde, as many as possible. They would come for me, but I am too close to Brunhidle for anyone to safely approach.”Lydia's eyes suddenly felt wetter, and she started shaking. “Hey … stay close to Brunhilde, okay? If you died, I think … Mihai would be devastated.”There was a pause. Vlad sighed. Lydia felt his breath and she snuggled closer to him, as tight as she could make it.“Lydia, you should feel safe. Brunhilde is angry. Normal people died along with the vampires, normal little ones as well. Brunhilde has killed children and infants who were ill and beyond what medicine or her blood could reach, in order to save them from more pain. She has killed children and infants who were so physically mangled that they were barely alive yet suffering greatly. She does not approve of useless killing of little ones. She is not a motherly creature, but she is firm on this. She will unleash hell; the violence will be stopped.”“With more violence,” said Lydia.“Violence is the answer at times,” Vlad told her, “and anyone who tells you differently is mentally retarded, or naïve, or a liar.”Lydia made a hhmmmm sound.Vlad kissed her throat and whispered to her, “Many lower class vampires will be promoted in Brunhilde's social circle. Brunhilde will recruit more people to become vampires. There will be repairs to the bombed locations. There will be some healing, not complete, but some. The world will not end because of this.”“It's still scary,” she said.“Permiteți-mi șterge temerile tale, chiar dacă aceasta va fi pentru câteva momente.” Let me erase your fears, even if it will be for a few moments. He slipped his hand between her thighs, and Lydia forgot what fear was.***In the morning, she was in the wilderness, her wild blood colored hair floating about her in a way that just wasn't natural. There wasn't even a breeze. Brunhilde was on her back, her legs and thighs straight up against a tree. Her eyes were closed, her face calm.Just herself, and her thoughts, and It …They didn't just rebel.Didn't just rebel.
Gravely.
Seriously.
Sinned in a way you may not ignore.
It's your job now. It's your job.
Your job.
You decide.
Will you intervene?
Smoky mist swirled up from the ground and danced with her hair.She opened her eyes. A wide grin, displaying sharpened teeth, stretched away from the boundaries of her face, blossomed.“Many thanks from your not very humble servant,” she whispered. “That was extremely helpful information. Now … when the fuck can I bite that Prudence chicky?”The mist drifted back into the earth. It did not answer that last question.Brunhilde's hair fell into a more natural position.“Fackin blargh!” She pouted.***When Lydia told Beetlejuice about the attacks in all those places, Beetlejuice didn't laugh. He didn't smile. He didn't even make a joke. He just said, “Well, it'll be over soon.”That was the short version of what Vlad had told her.She wondered how in the world Brunhilde could win a war so damn easily, since that's what the two men were implying. Since the rebels managed to effectively kill a large number of loyal vampires, Brunhilde would really have to have an excellent backup information network to find out who was behind all this. Was it a group of people? Was it one person? Was it even a vampire?How was Brunhilde going to win this?***While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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