Fifty humans surrounding us with fully armed German assault rifles, not a place I really wanted to be at that moment. “Halt! Halt! Legen Sei Ihre Hände, wo wir sie sehen können!” Huh?
After I had tried to seek a humble way with Remmy, he betrayed us. We stood on the tarmac surrounded by German interpol. No cover. Nothing to even work with. Death felt like it was on the horizon. But not for us. For them! I felt the anger raging inside my chest. I had a destiny to save my Beloved. Nothing would hold me back or stop me from achieving that goal. And though I did not hate the humans on that tarmac with their guns pointed at me, their actions threatened the greater good. I looked around for what I would do. About 100 feet from my friends and me were the stairs used to board a plane. The trolley had been disconnected from it. I thought if I could get close enough to it I could wield it with my mind. The dark vampire blood whirled in my veins like the raging wind around us.
Just as my blood was about to burst out of body, Raven stepped forward. His hands were raised above his head so as to appear none threatening. “Zer moost be a slight mizundairstanding, gentlemen. Who eez een charzge of zist operación?! Sprechen Sei Englisch für meine Kameraden!”
“Da. There isch no misoonderschtanding, Herr Französisch. You awl need to cume vith oost. You awre oonder arrrrescht für crrrimes of the schtate. Now cume kvietly and no vun vill be hoo’rt.”
“Gentlemen, zer eez no need for gunze and violénce. We aure no threat. Pleaze, Capitán you see zat we are aftair za same zing. We have bin tracking a handfuil of crimináls zat have stolen France’s moost prazed Aurt. Aure people have informed uz zat zeez crimináls have struck here too. Alas, Mon Ami, we wiur too late. But we know zi plane zat zey left on. If we hurry we can catch zem before zey land!”
I don’t know if the captain’s fellows quiet knew what hit their leader, but suddenly his face went from intense to blank. Once I knew that Raven had successfully averted a huge massacre with his skillful hypnotic gaze, my unseen rage began to disappate. Raven continued to push the captain’s mind.
“Now, Capitán pleaze lowair your weaponze. Zer iz no need for zem.”
“Mannschaft! Senken Sie Ihren Waffen. Sie sind nicht die Männer, die wir suchen.” All of the German gunmen lowered their weapons, some a bit more reluctant than the others. We approached the Captain. Raven gave him a plane and flight number. I later learned that it was the same numbers of Remmy’s plane and flight. Raven’s memory was emaculately sharp and could recall the slightest detail. He had pulled them both off the manifest when he glanced a glimpse of it just before leaving the terminal to board his plane. Well, what goes around comes around. I can see good ol’ Remmy surrounded with guns where ever he lands. Certainly he will not be detained (Remmy has a bit of a silver tongue), but it should give him quite a stir.
Once things had settled and the German interpol were no longer pursuing us, we went back into the airport to await the passing storm. Apparently, a freak storm system hurricane like winds was passing over Berlin. It we grounding all the planes.
Both Raven and Willie had called some contacts while on the tarmac before being harassed. They were trying to get us a plane to take us to Edinburgh. Yet, the storm was preventing Raven’s frenchman friend from landing. We were simply stuck in the Berlin airport until further notice. I was starving. I hadn’t fed in almost 2 days.
I used my senses and found a couple awaiting a flight to Switzerland. They were an elderly pair. Through concentration of my senses, I confirmed that the woman had a terminal cancer. It had riddled her whole body. Her persistent dry cough and yellowing eyes told me that the cancer was in both her lungs and liver, respectively. And despite this sickly cough, her husband held her tightly, enjoying every last minute the had left together. At first I was about to walk away, allowing them to live out there last hours together. But then I remembered the pain that I felt having to be torn from my Beloved. It felt like death. I knew the man would be devastated to be torn away from his aged bride. I would alieviate both of them from their suffering.
I sat next to the man and asked them where they were headed. They had on just blank stairs. “Spreckan Zuh English?” My German is a bit horrid. There was a slight chuckle between the two. They shook their heads, then proceeded to get closer to each other, obviously showing me that they did not wish to be disturbed. My hand started to tremble. I was starting to show early signs of deprivation. I could not move on to another human to feed on; it had to be these two, now! I needed another approach.
Looking outside through a nearby window I saw a lamp post in the distance on the tarmac toppled over by the strong winds. I saw sparks fly into the air. It gave me an idea. The man had a cup of coffee in his hand. I got close to the arm and sent an electric jolt of approximately 73.4 joules. His arm jerked back, spilling the coffee on himself and his bride. He got up and began yelling at me in German. His wife calmed him down, probably telling him it was just an accident. They both walked to the bathroom rolling their luggage behind them. I followed them.
Because of the late hour of the night, and most like the storm, the bathroom was vacant. I found them at the sink. My silver edged tanto knife was concealed in my sleeve. (It is a bit easy for a vampire to smuggle a small weapon in an airport when one uses a bit of Hypnotic Suggestion to say that you just have a metal hip implant.) I Emulated a feeling of Trust as I walked into the bathroom. I tapped the elderly gentleman on his shoulder. He probably thought I was there to apologize. When he turned I struck at his throat. His reflexes compared to the vampiric speed of my strike was almost non-existent. He grabbed his throat instinctively and slumped into the sink (easy clean up).
The wife grabbed her mouth suppressing a scream that couldn’t come out anyway. She was too surprised and frightened to scream. From behind her hands she managed to say, “Please—-Kill—-Me.”
Her words were slow with pauses between. Clearly these were three of only a handful of words she knew in English. Her suffering was too much for me to bear. I grabbed her hair with the free hand not being used to prop up her dead husband on to the sink. I pulled her hand back revealing her frail fair skinned neck; and bit. I punctured her carotid artery (choosing this over the more accessible jugular vein, as a preference for the heart pumping her blood straight into my mouth, rather than having to suck); it made a subtle pop as my fangs penetrated the muscular layer wrapped around the vessel. Warm juicy blood shot into my mouth. The familiar salty metallic taste filled my body with pleasure. Each pulsating drink put strength back into my limbs. After, I had finished with the woman, I took what was left still inside the man. His blood had a soft sweeter taste that reminded me of my childhood when my mother would bring me fresh blood. Those were before the days where I only would take the blood from those who were dying anyway. His blood was like candy. Once finished I slumped to my knees in pure ecstasy.
It took a minute to recover. Once the pleasure had worn off, I picked myself from off my knees. I carried the bodies into two different stalls, setting them on the toilets. I cleaned up the sink, resisting the urge to lick up the candy-blood from the porcelain surface. That would have been so unsanitary. Who knows how many bacteria and viruses were there? I then straightened my shirt and collar and returned to my friends. They had subtle evidence on them that they had fed as well.
Raven’s friend arrived shortly since the winds had past. Soon we were off to Edinburgh. Raven introduced him as Françios. Once in the air, Françios kept trying to convince Raven to make a stop at his Château. Even though this frenchman was surrounded by pretty woman, I had the impression that he was one who played both sides. The way he pressed Raven, and the way he looked at him, I wandered if these two frenchmen had more history than was spoken. Needless to say, we convinced Françios that our matters were urgent, and that we needed to fly straight to Edinburgh. He conceded.
We arrived in Edinburgh about 2 hours before sunrise. Raven made another call to a friend he had in Scotland, a Mark Osborn. He was part of the Coven of the Beast. Unfortunately, he showed up with only a Porsche to transport the four of us, Raven, Willie, Reggie, and myself. Needless to say, I ended up shoved in the trunk in mist form. I think the Scot was still a little bitter that Japan allied with Nazi Germany back during World War II. I remained silent and practiced the mediation techniques I had learned from the Monks while living in the Temple of the Rising Sun back in the early 1920’s.
Mr. Osborn took us to a pub that solicited to college students. Even Willie seemed old among the younger crowd. We were led to the basement where a whole Coven of the Beast operation was. Mr. Osborn restocked all of our ammo. From this base of operation we began planning a siege on the Edinburgh Castle where Anjelika was holding the Bloodlord Silas and his daughter, Mila hostage. We were also rejoined by Slims and Rin who were on probationary discipline with the Coven of the Lost.
In the end we decided to use our credits to purchase a few scrolls from Alice. They should serve use well to gain access to the Bloodlord’s chambers and smuggle him out. The a red sun rose over the horizon of Edinburgh just as we had returned from Alice’s Sanctuary. I sense that much death will becoming. Today we rest; tonight we siege and finish our task!