CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
John Sedona now lived in a large three story house with a separate garage that he had built himself. Normally he would have just left the house as it was, with a dirt road leading up to it, plus the same unkempt fence, but it had to look like he at least was attempting a few repairs. So during the breaks from the movie, he painted one room, fixed the plumbing, and did various repairs. Being a Dominant, he did not need help. Being a Chameleon, he would sometimes drive up dressed as a plumber, carpenter, or whatever, along with the appropriate vehicle so that anyone would not recognize it was the same man.
Today, however, he was at the shoot of the Terra Firma Movie Company, having graduated from assistant still photographer to assistant movie photographer and he would not be back until nightfall.
The house was isolated for Dominants were not in a position to let the humans know their numbers. The nearest neighbor was a good two miles away. The milkman (John in disguise again) had brought the milk and butter the day before for the occupants were safe from unwanted intruders, at least, for a couple of days. The freezer was full, the well had been looked at, and the satellite dish brought in whatever television and radio programs were necessary.
Lupe sat on the swing, watching John's youngest children, while another Dominant watched her. Of course, for the latter, all this supervision was unnecessary. The control she wore around her neck was detectable from over one thousand miles, although Lupe would not know it. And the Dominants did not discourage the thought that they had extra sensory perception. Sure, some of them could sense things, but it was because their brains could hone on in human emotions, not because they knew exactly what someone was thinking at that particular moment. .
John had older children, already with their mates, and they lived elsewhere. The middle children, that is those between the ages of two and seven were already at the Mental and Physical improvement Center, i.e., Private school or one set up by the Dominants and they would not be home until four o'clock. John could not afford the fee for the School, a Private School in California and now in Connecticut for Dominants and they would not waive the fees for him. His mother was a concubine. There was a strict policy that children of concubines had to pay the full amount since they were born free to begin with. Children of male slave consorts often had their fees waived, well because they were born slave and manumitted soon after at a great cost. If both your parents were free, you could have the fees waived because your father knew someone else's father, etc. In order to pay for whatever education their large family needed, John's mate, Susan was on assignment at a television studio, making certain to squelch any information about their species at the source. And although Paul Sedona was away on some assignment, they had confidence in Lupe's ability to control the youngsters.
Concubines had the right to punish children under their charge with a stick, a beating or whatever. She was acting under the authority of Paul Sedona.
Lupe had lived with the Dominants long enough to know when danger approached and it did in a red truck with the license plates half covered with dirt. Lupe's senses, although not as sharp as a Dominant, honed in on the fact that the truck was clean and the license plate letters and numbers were hidden in such as way as to not let one know of the particular State or Country. Usually criminals had two or three in the back seat or trunk, which they replaced so the police could not tell if they were from Texas, or Louisiana, or what not.
The Dominants, those not masquerading as humans, made their own license plates, using the left over numbers and names, sometimes making Vanity Plates which could be misunderstood, such as "Alex Rules" or "Survivors" without telling others that Alex was a Dominant who infiltrated a town, and became its Mayor and the Survivors did not refer to someone who managed to live five years past his cancer diagnosis.
Lupe looked towards her guard who ignored her, his eyes on the truck, his hands on his pistol. Although something was wrong, he appeared to hesitate. It was the same hesitation when her son often wanted something. She knew without seeing the truck drive in that there was a Progeny on board. Lupe shouted, hoping to break the spell.
A boy alit from the truck. He was eight to ten years old, handsome with wavy auburn hair and innocent looking eyes. The man who followed had long reddish brown hair, wore a checkered shirt and beige trousers, and carried a rifle. His hand was on the trigger finger. The way the guard acted told Lupe both these were Dominants. Dominants had this inside recognition, which Lupe picked up through years of experience, a predatory manner comparable to wolves greeting each other in the pack.
However, you could not compare Dominants to actual wolves in that all male Dominants mated with females and not just an Alpha male. However, compared to homo sapiens, the homo Dominants were more vicious, and stronger, just as the wolf was more vicious and stronger than the regular dog.
And then the man and boy looked towards the children and that look was not the pleasant one of "more to improve our species." It was threatening. HHerH
Lupe was in a predicament. Either the man or the boy was the Progeny, and she bet on the boy, but he took no notice of her because well, she was not in his line of sight. Paul had told her about Progenies you could get away from their influence by not letting them see your eyes and Lupe had kept her face down, pretending to pick up the various objects even Dominant children used for amusement.
The guard still distracted by who was the Progeny, for both engaged him in conversation, the man asking about the hunt.
Slowly Lupe got off her seat, and walked over to the children, gradually increasing her stride as she went.
"They're going to kill you," she whispered in Spanish, and turned around, the little ones hiding behind her skirt.
At that the young boy raised something in his hand, so fast that Lupe could not see it.
"Vamos!" It was so soft that no homo sapien child could hear it, but these were Dominant children of three years old and under.
They scattered, as Lupe tried to fight off the boy while the man took out his gun, trying to get a correct aim.
"Leave them to me," said the boy.
At that guard's spell was broken. He raised his weapon, firing at the man who took something out of his pocket and flash, the guard had disappeared.
Lupe gasped. No one had used a disposer unless the man was dead. It was a crime that no Dominant could ever forgive. She felt a sharp pang in her side, and started to fall, but she willed herself to stay alive in time for help to arrive. With her dying breath, her eyes half closed, she grabbed the boy who kicked her back.
The children, moved quickly from brush to the back of the house, to the cellar, from the porch to the hill outside, from the hill to the brush, keeping out of site, alert for the sound of the bad man's footsteps or the bad juvenile's steps.
11/19/2003
John Sedona now lived in a large three story house with a separate garage that he had built himself. Normally he would have just left the house as it was, with a dirt road leading up to it, plus the same unkempt fence, but it had to look like he at least was attempting a few repairs. So during the breaks from the movie, he painted one room, fixed the plumbing, and did various repairs. Being a Dominant, he did not need help. Being a Chameleon, he would sometimes drive up dressed as a plumber, carpenter, or whatever, along with the appropriate vehicle so that anyone would not recognize it was the same man.
Today, however, he was at the shoot of the Terra Firma Movie Company, having graduated from assistant still photographer to assistant movie photographer and he would not be back until nightfall.
The house was isolated for Dominants were not in a position to let the humans know their numbers. The nearest neighbor was a good two miles away. The milkman (John in disguise again) had brought the milk and butter the day before for the occupants were safe from unwanted intruders, at least, for a couple of days. The freezer was full, the well had been looked at, and the satellite dish brought in whatever television and radio programs were necessary.
Lupe sat on the swing, watching John's youngest children, while another Dominant watched her. Of course, for the latter, all this supervision was unnecessary. The control she wore around her neck was detectable from over one thousand miles, although Lupe would not know it. And the Dominants did not discourage the thought that they had extra sensory perception. Sure, some of them could sense things, but it was because their brains could hone on in human emotions, not because they knew exactly what someone was thinking at that particular moment. .
John had older children, already with their mates, and they lived elsewhere. The middle children, that is those between the ages of two and seven were already at the Mental and Physical improvement Center, i.e., Private school or one set up by the Dominants and they would not be home until four o'clock. John could not afford the fee for the School, a Private School in California and now in Connecticut for Dominants and they would not waive the fees for him. His mother was a concubine. There was a strict policy that children of concubines had to pay the full amount since they were born free to begin with. Children of male slave consorts often had their fees waived, well because they were born slave and manumitted soon after at a great cost. If both your parents were free, you could have the fees waived because your father knew someone else's father, etc. In order to pay for whatever education their large family needed, John's mate, Susan was on assignment at a television studio, making certain to squelch any information about their species at the source. And although Paul Sedona was away on some assignment, they had confidence in Lupe's ability to control the youngsters.
Concubines had the right to punish children under their charge with a stick, a beating or whatever. She was acting under the authority of Paul Sedona.
Lupe had lived with the Dominants long enough to know when danger approached and it did in a red truck with the license plates half covered with dirt. Lupe's senses, although not as sharp as a Dominant, honed in on the fact that the truck was clean and the license plate letters and numbers were hidden in such as way as to not let one know of the particular State or Country. Usually criminals had two or three in the back seat or trunk, which they replaced so the police could not tell if they were from Texas, or Louisiana, or what not.
The Dominants, those not masquerading as humans, made their own license plates, using the left over numbers and names, sometimes making Vanity Plates which could be misunderstood, such as "Alex Rules" or "Survivors" without telling others that Alex was a Dominant who infiltrated a town, and became its Mayor and the Survivors did not refer to someone who managed to live five years past his cancer diagnosis.
Lupe looked towards her guard who ignored her, his eyes on the truck, his hands on his pistol. Although something was wrong, he appeared to hesitate. It was the same hesitation when her son often wanted something. She knew without seeing the truck drive in that there was a Progeny on board. Lupe shouted, hoping to break the spell.
A boy alit from the truck. He was eight to ten years old, handsome with wavy auburn hair and innocent looking eyes. The man who followed had long reddish brown hair, wore a checkered shirt and beige trousers, and carried a rifle. His hand was on the trigger finger. The way the guard acted told Lupe both these were Dominants. Dominants had this inside recognition, which Lupe picked up through years of experience, a predatory manner comparable to wolves greeting each other in the pack.
However, you could not compare Dominants to actual wolves in that all male Dominants mated with females and not just an Alpha male. However, compared to homo sapiens, the homo Dominants were more vicious, and stronger, just as the wolf was more vicious and stronger than the regular dog.
And then the man and boy looked towards the children and that look was not the pleasant one of "more to improve our species." It was threatening. HHerH
Lupe was in a predicament. Either the man or the boy was the Progeny, and she bet on the boy, but he took no notice of her because well, she was not in his line of sight. Paul had told her about Progenies you could get away from their influence by not letting them see your eyes and Lupe had kept her face down, pretending to pick up the various objects even Dominant children used for amusement.
The guard still distracted by who was the Progeny, for both engaged him in conversation, the man asking about the hunt.
Slowly Lupe got off her seat, and walked over to the children, gradually increasing her stride as she went.
"They're going to kill you," she whispered in Spanish, and turned around, the little ones hiding behind her skirt.
At that the young boy raised something in his hand, so fast that Lupe could not see it.
"Vamos!" It was so soft that no homo sapien child could hear it, but these were Dominant children of three years old and under.
They scattered, as Lupe tried to fight off the boy while the man took out his gun, trying to get a correct aim.
"Leave them to me," said the boy.
At that guard's spell was broken. He raised his weapon, firing at the man who took something out of his pocket and flash, the guard had disappeared.
Lupe gasped. No one had used a disposer unless the man was dead. It was a crime that no Dominant could ever forgive. She felt a sharp pang in her side, and started to fall, but she willed herself to stay alive in time for help to arrive. With her dying breath, her eyes half closed, she grabbed the boy who kicked her back.
The children, moved quickly from brush to the back of the house, to the cellar, from the porch to the hill outside, from the hill to the brush, keeping out of site, alert for the sound of the bad man's footsteps or the bad juvenile's steps.
11/19/2003