The family still felt incomplete, and Max didn't like only having three boys. He needed a fourth and a final. On Paul's second birthday Max had his sister take the children once more. Another business trip, this one in Los Angeles.
And perhaps it was business, and Max was destined to finalize this part of the plan. He needed to impregnant the fourth and final woman.
He searched the city high and low for the right prostitute. He however had problems finding exactly what he wanted. Many looked too high class, he didn't want that. Oh no.
It took him three nights until he found what he was looking for.
However she was a tiny, frail little thing. Short, and very unlike what Max typically went for. But everything else about her, Max knew.
He lured her to his hotel room, with the lowball offer of 10 dollars and some drugs. She obliged, even appearing shocked at Max's "generosity".
Her name was Nattie, and she was from Austria. She had curly blonde hair and cutting green eyes. She was small, but looked mean.
They made plenty of love, and she did things Max had only thought were made up for erotic novels. She was the epitome of sleaze, and Max knew that she had to be the mother to his last child.
Max was in and out of Los Angeles for the next few months. Nattie told him she was pregnant and it was HIS.
"You were die only one that wore a condom nicht. Oder Ich ... I mean... You were the only one that fucked no condom." She stated, with her weird German-English speak.
Max grinned with pleasure.
"I want you get away. Meine baby." She rubs the small bump exposed by her cut off shirt. "Meine problem. I raise him meine way. Marko ist meine kinder."
"Marko?"
"Ist a boy." She states. "No father. I raise Marko. ALONE!"
Max looked shocked and surprised. He did not think Nattie would have gave a rats ass.
But Max didn't fret. He knew he would get his son, Marko, eventually. The average lifespan of a whore was short anyway, wasn't it?
It took 5 years. But Marko was finally where he needed to be, with Max and the other boys.
Social services took the boy away from Nattie, upon various complaints from neighbors. He never went to school, was up screaming all night, never seen wearing anything more than a diaper (even at the age of 5), and his golden curls were constantly matted down with who knows what. The child was living in squalor, and was pretty much neglected.
Max was just fortunate he proved custody, or else his plan could have unraveled in a most unfortunate way.
"You poor thing." Max shakes his head as he grips Marko's tiny hand before walking out of the courtroom. "Don't worry. Things will be better now."
Marko looks up at Max and grins. He then sticks the thumb of his free hand in his mouth. Marko had the kind of grin that assured Max that indeed this kid could become a very vicious vampire one day...