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things: food and security”
Newton felt sick as realisation
dawned on him. “You want us to sign on to your army.”
“In a sense. The food element we
can satisfy now by killing everyone here; however, who knows what
will happen next week or next month? Who knows when such a feast
will again present itself to us? We could kill you and carry the
dead with us, but blood sours quite quickly.”
“You want us to become a mobile
blood bank for you.” Newton gasped as the full horror hit him.
“You’re insane if you think we would stoop that low. What could you
possibly offer...?” He snapped his jaw shut, wishing he could take
back his last question, already knowing that he had played into the
vampire’s hands.
“I’m glad you asked.” The
stranger turned from Newton with a smile and faced the petrified
crowd. “You have heard what I have said so far. Your race is
already defeated but you don’t have to die, your children don’t
have to be tortured or killed. I can offer some of you power beyond
your imagination, immortality and land after the coming war is
over. To others I offer places of favour in our elite guard. Places
of power where you can walk in daylight but will have power near to
our own and access to pleasures beyond your imaginations. To those
who give their allegiance to us we will spare their families and
allow them to live in peace. To all others you will die here
tonight.”
The room was totally silent and
Newton turned and looked over the townspeople. He knew everyone
here, and while he had expected to see some of them considering the
mysterious figure’s offer – there would always be those who put
their own needs first, he really had expected to see most stand
together and declare their defiance though and he was shocked to
see so many amongst them who could not meet his gaze.
“You know you can’t trust him,”
Newton spluttered incredulously. “He will take you with him and
drink you dry only to cast you aside like a bottle off a shelf.”
Newton could see husbands whispering to their wives, men and women
standing alone with their eyes glazed, thinking of the promised
pleasures, and knew that too many were already beyond reason. The
first of them tentatively moved forward and Newton raised his gun
and fired.
The bullet tore a hole in the
floor just in front of the lead man. “Don’t do it, Jack,” Newton
warned. “You can’t trust them.”
“They’re going to kill us
anyway, Sheriff. You heard him. At least this way Jenny and little
Jack might have a chance,” Jack Thompson pleaded. Newton knew that
Thompson wasn’t a bad man; he wasn’t doing this for his own
gratification he just wanted to save his family. But they had to
see that the only way to beat the vampires was in not helping them
now when they were still weak.
“Jack, they can’t exist during
the day, they’ll never win as long as they have to hide away every
day. If we help them now then the whole world is finished. What
kind of future are you leaving for little Jack if they win?”
“Sheriff, you don’t have kids,
how would you know what it’s like to let someone threaten him? God
forgive me but I just can’t let them tear him apart.”
“Not even to save the world?”
Newton asked as the weight of his gun suddenly became too much and
he lowered the weapon.
“Not even for that.” Thompson
lowered his head and walked slowly over to the vampires. About half
of the younger fathers followed him and almost all the young men
that had remained in the town. Newton saw two of his deputies shrug
and holster their guns and join the growing group. Newton wasn’t
angry at the fathers but he shot looks of pure hatred at the single
men for their betrayal.
He jumped suddenly as he felt a
hand slide into his and turned to see Jess lean forward to kiss him
on the cheek. There were tears in her eyes and something else,
something he really should have seen before. God, was I that blind?
He thought as he looked at