Vladimir Tod's Brother: Revenge
Prologue:
I saw two men standing in a very familiar room. There were no windows and the walls were colored black, adding an eerie darkness to the room. The room was large and long and it looked like it was taken directly out of a movie or book on the 1920's. The room was furnished with vintage items of all sorts. In the center of the room was a large table meant for a large group of people. But this meeting only involved three. The men standing around the long table wore black cloaks with hoods that shrouded there faces. Finally, a third person entered the room and the meeting started. All the men sat except for one.
"Welcome all. I am well aware that you know what this meeting is about." The man had a deep voice. He was tall and thin. He reached for his hood and pulled it down, revealing his face. The man had a face that looked like a lynx. His blood red eyes glowed in the dark like sparkling rubies. As he talked, his two fangs were revealed, long and sharp, sticking straight out of his gums. His hair was jet black, heavily greased and combed back, neatly. He looked around the room, eyeing the people standing before him. His hand moved in a downwards motion, beckoning the other men to pull down there hoods.
"No, D'ablo. What is this meeting about?" replied another tall man. Long, black hair emerged from under his hood, falling in strands, like it hadn't been combed for weeks. His face was pale and very thin and, if you looked closely, you could see bones protruding from his cheeks, like he hadn't eaten in days. His fangs shone in the dim light, sparkling like diamonds. His eyes were none other but the eyes of a vampire: a deep blood red.
D'ablo growled. "What's this meeting about?! Are you stupid, Demetri?!" he yelled, slamming a fist down on the table. Demetri jumped back, startled. Beads of sweat dripped down his face as he stared into his masters fuming eyes.
"This meeting is about Vladimir Tod and his foul brother, James!"
"Sorry sir." Demetri replied, lowering his head in shame. He stared at the red carpet that covered the floor. This made his stomach growl for it reminded him of the sweet liquid that kept him alive. Shaking his head, he continued to listen, ignoring the plea of desperate hunger.
"What's the plan?" hissed a short man standing beside Demetri. I could not see his face, because he had his back faced towards me. All I saw was his blonde hair, neatly cut and combed back, like the man called D'ablo.
"The plan? Now that's a good question." replied D'ablo, sighing in relief. As he clasped his hands together, he opened his mouth, prepared to speak, only to be interrupted by the blonde haired man.
"Can you hurry up? I am getting sick of being in a room full of vampires. I mean, it's my job to hunt them! And now I am planning with them?!" the man yelled, annoyed that this meeting was longer than expected. He had other things to do than conversing with the foul creatures called vampires.
"Slow down, Edward. Do not rush." D'ablo scowled. Edward rolled his eyes at this remark, for his life was never slow. D'ablo stared at him until finally; Edward gave him the command to continue. D'ablo gave a short nod and opened his mouth to speak once again.
"My plan is short and simple." he said, turning to the two men "For years, I have tried to hunt down a young vampire named, Vladimir Tod. But now, to my despise, he has a brother, James. I want both of them dead." He paused for a second, sighed, and then continued.
"But there are many complications. It seems that all my other plans have failed involving just Demetri and I. In order to hunt down Vladimir Tod and his brother, we will need more force.
"What are we planning to do, sir?" Demetri asked, curiously.
"We must form" He looked at both men, closed his eyes, and stated with a sly voice
"A vampire army."
A small smirk appeared on D'ablo's face. He chuckled silently, for he had been waiting for this moment all month.
"A vampire army?" Edward hissed, emphasizing the word army. These words made him shiver. Goosebumps appeared all over his body. He gulped, waiting for a reply
"Yes, a vampire army!" hissed D'ablo back, banging a fist on a table, causing it to wobble. A long crack appeared, lengthwise, down the center. He had no time for such nonsense. He had to get on with things, whether Edward liked it or not.
"This army will not be formed of just vampires. It will include slayers too." he replied, focusing on Edward. D'ablo watched as his eyes narrowed and he clenched his teeth.
"No slayer is going to work for a vampire!" growled Edward.
"They will if Demetri hypnotizes them." D'ablo smiled at this remark. Edward turned to Demetri and lowered into his seat. He shut his eyes, just in case Demetri was going to hypnotize him. D'ablo laughed as he sank lower and lower into the cushion.
"Now, to form this vampire army, we will not be using any of our people. We must turn the people closest to Vladimir and James." he paused for a moment, adding a feeling of suspense to the room.
"The town of Bathory."
Demetri nodded as D'ablo said this. It was the perfect revenge to get on the people he hated most. He heard Edward's breathing get faster and faster. This was a special treat for Demetri. He liked to see the pain of others.
"We will start off with the children and move onto the adults. Vladimir and James won't dare attack there neighbors. And when were done with them, we will kill them. A feast to toast our successful hunting." D'ablo announced. A smile spread across his face, ear to ear.
"When shall we start?" Edward asked, nervously. He was shaking from head to toe, afraid to ask the wrong question. He knew deep down that his was against all that he believed in, and that he could take on the two vampires, but something about them, seemed, well, different. And not to mention dangerous. If he said one wrong word again, he might just become there big, juicy, and bloody meal.
"The plan will begin as soon as James starts school at the end of October. It will be war in the small town of Bathory."
"And what's our mission?" Edward replied, a little calmer this time. At least they weren't going to keep this vampire army alive. That means less danger for the people who weren't changed into these horrible, bloodsucking creatures of the night. And once his work was done, he could leave it all behind him. He might just be able to slay these two vampires that taunted him so. He laughed quietly and leaned back into his seat, casually placing feet upon the table.
Demetri watched him with suspicion. What happened to the pain he was in? He thought for a second and knew what had intercepted his mental hypnotization. When ever his victims began to think of happy things, it blocked his mind control. Darn happy thoughts. Both men looked up as D'ablo spoke once again.
"Simple." replied D'ablo." Kill Vladimir and James Tod."
The room faded into a deep void of blackness. The last thing I heard was a chorus of evil laughter. And then….. nothing.