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Rated M for several reasons.
Chpt 22 Run Rabbit, Run
RPOV
The sea breeze washes over me and unconsciously I close my eyes and screw up my face as we sweep into the port of San Juan, Puerto Rico. I am always at home on the sea.
Having a boat ready to escape the mouth of the Amazon was a stroke of genius.
I know from first-hand experience that Demetri can track me to the ends of the earth and back again but by using modern transportation to hop around remote and inaccessible areas I may be able to hold him off long enough for my next plan to come into being. Certainly they will have a long run to reach civilisation again from where I have left them.
If the Gods are willing those heathens will either be dead or so distracted that the next layer of my strategy will be in play. The end game will always be the same.
I will have what I set out to acquire initially, absolute power. I am surprised that these cowboys from Texas have proved to be such an obstacle but the prize justifies the means, either they will die or I will.
I had hoped that such a large number of newborns would be more effective. But of course my enemy is as expert as I and has the elite that were The Volturi Guard at his disposal. Regrettably I had not foreseen the need to train my newborns very much, trusting in their sheer numbers and remoteness from civilisation to give me victory and keep their existence secret. Not an underestimation I will make again, I am nothing if not someone who learns from his experiences and fortuitously this will not be an issue in this next phase.
Yet again my fury threatens to overwhelm my satisfaction and I cannot allow it. I cannot let everything come to ruin over revenge, I must remain in total control. But by the Gods, when the time is right I will have vengeance for the death of my mate. I still do not comprehend how I came to be blessed so. My heart still mourns my first mate, Itzel. And yet that pain was miraculously eased by fair Chelsea, Itzel's opposite in every way but a perfect match for the vampire I am now. Beautiful, cunning and totally ruthless. Focussed on our goal she gave no thought to 'sharing' me with my useless wife, in fact I think the deceit gave her great pleasure. My how she enjoyed my ally's suggestion to erase the love between The Major and his mate. Her plan was perfect, as was she. Alas it was not to be. And now I have neither mate nor entertaining stories to enjoy.
The tiny young vampire, Bella, will pay for what she has done. And pay dearly. I am a patient man as Maria could attest, if she were still among the undead.
I have already placed the calls to my allies and Lieutenant. For now I must merely concentrate on staying alive. A skill at which I excel, fortunately.