told to me by one of the only beings to survive the events.” Nathaniel pulled out a chair next to Eli and got comfortable before he launched into his story. “Once every decade, the Order of Vampires had what they called The Blood Feast . . . a family reunion, if you will. They celebrated all new members and mourned if there were losses. But in 1973, a vampire named Martin Leatherby had a few other items on the agenda.”
It’s time to begin.
Her sire’s words haunted Lily as she and Martin began to work on the most secretive project The Manchester Group had ever undertaken.
Martin had always stressed to Lily how important her humanity was, and when they settled in Belfast, Ireland in 1970, he vowed to get it back.
It started slow. A few calculations here and there, then he had her looking at rare blood types Lily had never even thought of researching. Before long, Martin had developed an injectable formula he believed would cure vampirism. In 1972, he recruited her, Filipp, and Debir to help him with the animal trials.
They began to inject small animals with venom and changed them into the vampiric version of their species. After a defined period, Martin would inject them with what he called anti-venom, to return them to their previous states. Once he was successful with one animal, he went on to another. He started with mice and worked his way up to chimpanzees. Once they were all back to normal, Martin seemed pleased with his results. Lily, Debir, and Filipp were assigned to other projects and they believed the next stage would never come. Lily never wanted to discuss it with Martin, because she didn’t want him to move forward; she didn’t want to become human again.
When Martin spoke those four simple words in one of her favorite spots in the world, everything changed.
Martin wanted to be able to announce successful human trials by the end of summer 1973. That was when The Blood Feast would take place.
Over the decades, the number of vampires roaming the earth had dwindled. Those remaining were grouped into two classes. The ones who retained their humanity and chose to survive mainly on animal blood were in the minority and were led by Martin. Then there were the vampires who survived exclusively on human blood. They believed humans were to serve as sustenance, and were not worthy to become an eternal being. The eldest female vampire, Ambrosia, led that faction.
Martin had worked months to perfect his formula, which he planned to unveil at The Blood Feast.
“I still don’t agree with this,” Lily argued, placing the final pin in the chignon at the base of her neck.
“You don’t have to.” Martin smiled as he admired Lily in the mirror. “It will be their decision to receive the injection or not.” He placed his hands on her shoulders.
“I just don’t understand. We are doing such good here. I know we’ve helped millions with our various research projects and the development of hundreds of vaccines for The Manchester Group. I don’t think I could ever go back to being human. I would feel so useless after everything we’ve accomplished.” Lily sighed like a petulant child unable to get her way.
Martin shook his head, knowing he had discovered a cure for vampirism and wanting to share his discovery with the ninety-six other vampires in existence that evening. His data was all there. All the trials had been confirmed and completed, but Lily didn’t want to see it.
Lily could not understand the insane urge to grow old and die. She wanted to earn her death, have a rightful place in heaven with the husband she ached for. Her belief was she would walk that road as a vampire.
“Oh my beautiful, stubborn girl.” Martin pulled her into his arms, and her cheek pressed to his chest. “I want to grow old. I want to find a woman to love and cherish without fear of killing her. I want to have more children. You will always be my girl, but I miss being a real father. All my