Hey everyone!
I am finally coming close to the end. I'm not quite sure what it is yet, but I'll figure it out.
Funyun – Jones is a very bad man, all he can do is kill and make people do it for him. And obey him and stuff. And I don't know what a "bigot" is, but it doesn't sound nice. Anyway, I never liked him much either, during the movie (The ghost and the darkness) I just wondered when the damn lions were gonna eat him.
Enjoy the completely bad-guy chapter.
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Talley lead the old vampire man towards Jones' bedroom. No one of them said a thing. Until the vampire gave Talley a bored look.
"Where are we going, wolf? I certainly hope this little trip has a point."
"How the hell should I know? I just do as I am told." Talley muttered as a reply. The vampire rolled his eyes and smiled.
"Oh, yes. Like any good lap dog would, eh?"
Talley snarled and whirled around, taking a hard grip around the vampire's throat and pressing him against the wall. He could feel his teeth being sharpened and his eyes shifting color. He growled in the vampire's face. The vampire looked down on him calmly.
"You just watch it, wolf. You may be strong, but I am still immortal."
Talley puffed some air in his face and grinned.
"Yes, yes, you're immortal. Good for you. But if you ever call me lap dog again, I'll rip your staked heart out of your chest with my bare hands." He said and let the vampire down again.
"It's right this way. Just a little more to go."
They stopped outside Jones' door. Talley knocked on it and opened the door without waiting for a response. They came into the room with the most furniture in all of the houses. Jones stood by the window, looking at the clouded sky. He could see their reflection and smiled.
"Ah! You have finally arrived. And with one of the immortals as well, excellent!" he said, with unusually much emotion in his voice. Talley couldn't help but wonder if he was possibly really happy for once. He looked at the glass on wine in his hand and hummed.
"Should I leave?" he asked.
"No, no, Talley. You're here as my life line. Close the door, will you?" he replied and emptied the glass. He then carelessly threw it aside, ignoring it shattering on the wall. The vampire gave him a puzzled look.
"Life line? Do you truly think I will attack you?"
"Oh no, my friend." Jones laughed. "It's just that I don't trust you one bit."
The vampire raised an eyebrow. Jones understood the signal for him to continue.
"You see, the annoying little League, as they call themselves for some reason, will be here in about two days. That is, if the tracks I put out are obvious enough for them. And I have absolutely no doubt that all of you, my fine army, will have no trouble dealing with them. Although..." he paused, stroking his chin with a thoughtful look. "I do think that I will be rather useless when the battle comes. I know there are some humans among you, but they have fought before. They are skilled fighters. I am not when it comes to direct fighting and not assassination. So I need to get better quickly."
The vampire seemed to have understood already. He smiled rather grimly.
"I want you to give me the gift, vampire. Talley here will deal with you if you do not give me the gift after drinking from me."
Talley nodded.
"But I have a question for you, Jones. Why? Being able to fight them can't be the only reason that you want to be 'gifted', can it?"
Jones shook his head.
"No. No, of course not. I don't have some crazy scheme if that's what you're thinking about. I just want to live forever... all of you here, with me, ruling the night. Imagine it. Quite a perfect life."
Talley shook his head slowly.
"You really are crazy after all, then. Don't you understand that people will keep fighting us? There is a reason that we keep our 'gifts' secret. That's because no matter how strong we are, there will always be some that kills us. One after one, until there is no one left. Like that murderer back in London!"
"They will accept us in time. Can't you see that? But I had enough arguing now, Talley. Vampire, be done with it."
The vampire didn't hesitate one second. He turned Jones' head away and bit him hard. Jones grimased almost unoticely before he shuddered.
"I don't like the sensation." He mumbled, apparently becoming more lightheaded by the second. The vampire ignored his complaint and kept enjoying his free meal. Jones soon slurred things, looking at Talley, his eyes pleading.
"Enough." Talley ordered. The vampire backed away from Jones, wiping his mouth. Jones, having lost his only support, collapsed to the ground. He still stared at Talley. Talley stared back. The vampire lift his arm to his mouth to pierce the skin on his wrist and let Jones drink his own changed blood.
"Wait."
He gave Talley a surprised look.
"We all know that you are crazy, Jones. You're even more insane than me, now that I've been freed from all of my prisons. Thank you for that, by the way. But your plans..."
Talley paused, looking up at the roof to imitate someone thinking hardly.
"They're rubbish. We will not fight for you, not now, when we have all been given new life. The world will be a better place, trust me, now that you're gone. And don't you worry about all the leadership thing, I'm sure that I and Talon can handle that perfectly. Good night, Jones." He said, opened the door and pushed the vampire out. He stopped in the doorway, turned around and waved, letting Jones last thing he saw be a wide grin.
Well outside, the vampire stares at him.
"You just let him die?" he asked. Talley shrugged.
"Why not? It's a win-win situation for everyone. You get a better leader, the world loses a lunatic, England's precious little League won't have to die, you got yourself an easy meal, what could be more perfect?"
The vampire smiled and nodded.
"Indeed. What could ever be more perfect?" he said and laughed. They went downstairs and saw three women arguing about something. Talley put his hand on a shoulder.
"There, there now ladies. No need to argue about anything. Tell you what, if you shut up for a minute, I'll let the three of you have the feast we've made for you upstairs, okay?"
They stared at him. He just laughed and pointed up.
"Go upstairs, then four doors to the right. Bring some meat to the pregnant woman too, her husband shouldn't have to give her everything he can catch, now should he?"
The women looked at each other, grinned and raced upstairs. The vampire left. Talley was all alone in the room.
"I'm free, I've found Veronica, I have a home, I have a life." He whispered to himself before he laughed loudly, howled towards the roof and ran out of the room, still laughing loudly.
He twirled around outside, still shouting like mad. He performed a small dance.
"Oh, please, so you're happy. No need to exaggarate it." Someone muttered. Talley stopped his dance, blinked and tried to find whoever had said it. He tried to smell what he couldn't see.
"You don't have to do that. I don't smell." The same voice said. Talley looked over his shoulder.
"Then show yourself."
"Alright."
Out of the shadows came a pale man. His hair was a neutral brown, combed backwards, he was dressed in a grey suit and he held a cane. He had a pckage under his arm. He made a half-bow towards Talley.
"I was called, and I have come. Tell me, where is your leader? Jones?"
Talley grinned.
"Jones is away for the moment. I guess that you are Ian Ashton?"
"At your service."
Talley didn't shake his hand, he tried to avoid touching his skin. He put his hand on his shoulder instead.
"It's not certain that you are needed anymore, Mr. Ashton. Maybe you should stay for a while and see if you are? If nothing has happened for five days, you're free to go."
Ian gave Talley a cold look. Talley noticed that his eyes were as bloodless as his face.
"I think I can do that, but I will be payed my daily fee, as per contract."
"Of course." Talley ensured him, lead him inside and closed the door after them.
