Chapter 7: Faith and Footprints in the Rain
AN: This part is very intense so hold on for your seats.
There wasn't time. No time at all. It was as though the hourglass of time had dissolved into ten thousand slices of paper, and burnt in a fire lit by a match and fueled by anger.
Janisa De'Loreal ran forward, my shoe laces double-knotted, my brow furrowed as I approached the scene. The Long Beach Convention center was the portrait of a convention center, and a masterwork of structural engineering. Many panes of glass sat in windows; windows that stretched in various directions- up, down, warped back into the roof. Palm trees lined a platform which was raised, and there were many people on said platform and many who did not. The platform remained standing and they looked down upon the crowd.
Janisa De'Loreal could not bear the anxiety. Even hearing the heavy pants from Leah Clearwater could not relax her. She was nervous. Sweat came streaming down from her forehead glands, and her side ached in agony.
"Remember, Genghis Van Helsing will meet us there, so do not tarry!"
Suddenly there was a loud speaking noise from the raised platform of the convention center, and underneath the platform was a parking structure. The Head Volturi looked out upon the crowd.
"Hear hear!" said the Head Volturi, "We have news which we have not yet heard! All Vampires: listen to me! Apparently, Nemesis Jones has began to produce Vampire Reduction Devices!"
The crowd stood horrified, its face a mask of terror.
"He has used his Lichen front company, EA Bethesda, to funnel funds into dangerous genetic research. Now, a weapon with massive destructive abilities has been unleashed upon the world! Science has abominated us all once again! Vampires were ever-peaceful creatures, one with the earth as we wish to be with God..."
"Have we no recourse?" Harold T. Gloat stated, standing in the crowd. The Venetian Vampire wore his trademarked trench coat from the finest French artists, a black beanie with red lettering, and bug-like reflective glasses. His fake mustache obscured his sparkle.
"Down with the system," yelled an angry woman, one fist in the air! She secretly used hand signals to with her other hand alert the security. They rushed through the crowd, toward Janisa De'Loreal.
Pffft...wemustcallofftheattack...pffft...over.said the jacket collar radio connected to Genghis Van Helsing.
"Let us at least observe this meeting first, Leah Clearwater!" Janisa De'Loreal pleaded, both not having noticed the security.
They watched observantly.
"Do you not hear? Do you not see?" The head Volturi shook graciously. He pointed his eyes towards Steve Cunningham, whose face lay in shadow underneath a jacket hood, just as it did last time. "This man has brought us information without which we may not have been notified!"
"Foolish dunces! I cannot care about this crap!" Georgia Roberta Swenson swooned, leaving.
"It looks like we have one less guest to take our foodstuffs!"
The crowd laughed! They were going crazy! It was like when Bo Burnham does a performance near your school and you get to go to it. The sun shined brightly, and the brightness of it was stupendous. Glitter lay scatter upon all the faces in the crowd.
Steve Cunningham brought forth his face and sparkles filled the arena. His face was obscured from underneath the platform angle, but it was still there. Still as ominous. Janisa De'Loreal shivered sympathetically, for to look upon that face was like looking upon the face of a demon, knew she.
The sky began to rain earnestly. Many drops of liquid water fell down in blurred shapes. The world was like a gothic novel and the rain fell more.
"My ancestors on my mother's father's side were Vampires from the People's Republic of North Korea. Over there, we were called Kings, we were called Supreme Leaders. But I was chased away from my homelands by a Dutch foreign ambassador-"
Suddenly with no warning, the security man hit them to the floor.
"I am York Sebastian Squire," said York Squire, "And you are under arrested by the Volturi Security Team."
Noooooo! thought Janisa De'Loreal with gusto.
Suddenly Genghis Van Helsing slammed his fist into the face of York Squire. A multitude of blood lay splattered upon the ground.
"Do not worry, he is not to threaten us," said Genghis Van Helsing, "For the wages of sin is death."
"What was he? He does not sparkle," intoned Janisa De'Loreal.
"He was no Vampire. He is but a wraith, sacred guardians of the Vampires. They can emerge into sunlight without sparkling, which gived them an edge likewise."
Meanwhile, "...whose name I will not mention here. I was the second cousin's son of Kim Jong-il. I am… Steve Jong-il."
"Quick, we must leave!" said Genghis Van Helsing.
"When I came here, I took a new name. My new name is… Steve Cunningham."
"It was HIM!" she screamed, following Genghis Van Helsing.
"Who was the Dutch foreign ambassador?" said the crowd eagerly.
"Genghis Van Helsing."
The silence blanketed the scene as Genghis Van Helsing and Janisa De'Loreal left under cover of dark.
"Will we be able to defeat them without Leah Clearwated?" I questioned.
"Who knows? But what do I know is: a poet once said that the things justify the means," and he nodded wisely.
"It is just beginning."