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Eric looked around the restaurant his Vamp prowess on high alert. He could feel an older Vamp in the restaurant. He couldn't tell if the Vamp was female or male, that in itself made him nervous.



The waitress came over to his table "The menu. Are you interested in hearing the specials?" Eric stared harder. The waitress smiled. "I'll take that as no. I'll be back in a moment for your order." With that she left him to peruse the menu.



Eric looked over the menu noticing there were blood drops next to certain menu items. The waitress returned. "Are you ready?"



Eric looked again. "Yeah, I'll take two number twelve’s and a number sixteen." The waitress smiled.



"Any drinks?" Eric turned the menu over. The back showed drinks with blood drops next to two or three drinks. Unsure but taking a guess he ordered.



"A margarita in this forbidden." He was indicating the blood drop. The waitress smiled bigger.



"Ok, back with your food soon."



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Patricia Patrone looked into the lobby. The restaurant was full but someone she'd never laid eyes on had entered her domain. She wasn't sure where the person was but knew they would know the code of her menu.



Sheila a very human female waitress approached the office. "Ma'am we have a Vamp drink order." Patricia jumped up from behind her desk.



"Show me the guest!" She growled her teeth getting longer. Sheila pointed out the gentleman. Patricia smiled. She'd never seen him before. He wasn't an old Vamp nor was he a born one. She smiled at Shelia. "Thanks, but you’re sure you don't know him." She used her Mez power. Shelia's eyes got larger.



"Yes, Ma'am. I am sure I've never seen him."



"That's good. Question, how’d know which menu to show him?" Sheila pointed at a tattoo in the man's hand. Patricia smiled, "Thank you." She walked toward Eric her senses checking his aura.

"How is your meal sir?" She asked noticing the meal was almost gone.



Eric looked up in awe. He'd heard of her kind but in all his travels he’d never met one. He jumped up knocking his chair over startling the customers near him. He bent over at the waist and waited for Patricia to speak.



"Not here." Patricia said low enough only Eric heard her. Eric stood and righted his chair. Standing next to it he wasn't sure how to greet an Elder.



Finally he just whispered hello. Patricia laughed pulling out the chair opposite him she sat down indicating he do the same. Eric sat down he knew the protocol but not how this incident matched.



"I'm sorry, Elder." He stated his eyes on his almost finished plate. Patricia folded her hands in her lap.



"Just how new are you to know I'm an Elder?" She asked. Eric lifted his eyes and looked at her.



"Six years, twelve days, and thirty minutes." Patricia's left eyebrow almost receded into her hair line.



"That's a wonderful age." She commented indicating he finish his meal. He picked up his fork realizing the rest of the patrons had returned to their meals; Patricia kept her eyes on him.

"What's your name?" She finally asked after a long moment of silence.



"Eric. Eric Stromsburg.” Patricia nodded her understanding.



“Thank you, Mr. Stromsburg. It has been a long time since anyone has come to visit. May I ask what your visit is about?” Eric put a forkful of food in his mouth giving him time to decide what to tell this woman.



When he’d swallowed he realized his food was gone. “I’m a traveler. I just wonder from one side of the country to another side meeting and collecting other Vamps names.” He looked deep into Patricia’s eyes. “You of course are the very first Elder I’ve ever met.” He pulled a small notebook out of his pocket. “You’re also the first I’ve ever met that serves humans and vamps alike in the same establishment.” He said indicating the human’s around the restaurant. “How do you know the Vamps from the humans?” He asked writing the name of the restaurant in the book.



“Why are you so curious?” Patricia asked frowning. She didn’t like the thought of being recorded as a human lover.



“Like I said you are a first. I have met over…”He paused flipping the pages back one and looking at a notation he had made. “You will be my six hundredth Vamp. But you are the first I’ve met who is an Elder or even a human substance giver.” He looked up his eyes black with the thoughts in his own mind.



“I am not to be recorded as a human lover. I am not to be recorded period. Who was your sire?” She asked her eyes turning black also. Eric looked at her. “Before you answer I’d like to go to the office for privacy.” She stood up and indicated he follow her.



Eric followed Patricia toward the front of the restaurant. He didn’t notice anyone wondering where he was going. He realized she put off an air of authority and he was an honored guest. They entered a room near the front of the restaurant.



“My sire was Randolf Heartmon.” He told her as soon as she’d closed the door.



“Of course, he’s still alive then?” She asked going around the desk and sitting down.



“No, I’m sorry to say, he was dispatched of over three years ago. You really don’t know much about the outside world do you.” Eric asked sitting in the chair across from her. Patricia bowed her head.



“I am also sorry. Randolf was my lover some time ago.” She looked at the boy across from her. “Did he send you on this mission or do you do it of your own accord?” Eric felt out of place all of a sudden.



“It is my own mission. I undertook it after Randolf was dispatched to find an Elder who knows him. I was surprised when I came across your restaurant. I am also surprised you were his last lover.” He said his eyes becoming blue as the daytime sky. Patricia felt like she had so many years ago when she’d been human.



“What do you want to know of him?” She said turning her gaze away from him.



“He was my sire. I would like to know when he was changed. How he ended up changed and why since you said you were lovers you jilted him.” Patricia nodded her head.



“He was older than me by twenty years at the time I met him. He was born a Vamp. One of only six; that I’ve known in my lifetime. He was a hard and soft man at the same time. He could make you do his bidding with a glance. He taught me all of his tricks when I was younger. He made me the woman I am now.” She paused watching Eric scribble a note or two in his book.



“Please continue. I am trying to find out all I can so that when I am dispatched of they will have a record from which to base any knowledge.” She nodded.



“Call me Pat. It’s the name Randolf gave me when he turned me. I was his second child so to speak. Of course in truth I was his only true child. Randolf was my father, both in life and in death.” Eric stopped and looked at Patricia. His eyes became wide and her smile got big. “Yes, I am one of the oldest Vamps. I am only two of the oldest now that the Father has been killed. I have one question. Did Ingles kill him?” Eric put his pad of paper down.



“You say you were his daughter and his lover. How did that not count as incest?” He asked frowning and putting his pad of paper away.

“It isn’t incest if you are not human. I was his blood giver as his lover. Never once did we do what humans do.” Eric nodded fully understanding what she was saying.



“I am sorry he is gone. I am sorry I do not know who Ingles is. He was killed by a follower is all I know of it.” She nodded.

“What else would you like to know?” She asked sitting forward and putting her arms on her desk.



“I believe I have everything I needed for my report to the council. They were curious about his children. And as you said you do not want to be recorded I will state I met someone who knew you had died many, many years ago. But I have one thing I need from you for that report.” Patricia sat up farther in her chair.



“And that is?” She asked. Eric bowed his head and put his hand in his jacket. Pulling out an ornamental blade he stood and plunged it into Patricia’s heart.



“To die, sis.” He said watching as she crumpled became a skeleton and turned to ask in front of him. He pulled his sword from her ashes and wiped the blade clean. “I’m sorry to say I was the one who killed father.” He turned and left the restaurant, wondering if anyone would notice the proprietor was gone.

Killian SuPra

(A ROSE AQUILA SHORT)



Prologue, the Beginning



Thomas Boninso sat watching the road out of his car window. His Dad and Mom were Tracking. Hoping they would stop soon, he saw a road sign indicating a rest stop was coming up soon. “Dad, can you stop? I kinda gotta go.”



Albert smiled at his son in the rear-view mirror. “No prob, kid.” Albert pulled the car into the rest stop. “You need to go, Vicki?” He asked, taking off his seat-belt.



Before his mom could answer, Thomas was out the door and headed across the parking lot to the brick restroom.



Albert laughed. “That’s our kid.” He said, getting out of the car and walking around to open Vicki’s door.



Vicki got out, stretching her legs. “How much further?” she asked.



Albert looked at his wrist which had a watch with a Vamp Tracker attached. He frowned. “That’s weird.” He began, but was interrupted by a scream from the restroom area. “Thomas…” he said, paling.



Vicki pulled a six inch blade from her bodice and ran for the men’s side of the restroom, while Albert rushed to pull his hand sickles out of the back seat.



Vicki entered the men’s room to see her son pressed against a wall, being held there by a dirty and greasy looking Vampire. There were also two dead men lying like crumpled paper dolls against the stalls, their skin was white, showing they had been drained of all of their blood. The Vamp didn’t turn as she came in. Instead he leaned forward and sniffed Thomas’s neck. Vicki put her finger to her lips in a silent signal to Thomas to be quiet. The Vamp lifted his head from near the kid’s neck and sniffed the air as she took a step forward with knife in hand.



“Ah, the mother has arrived.” He said, still not turning around. Thomas’s eyes grew wider. “Don’t worry Mommy, I won’t hurt him much.” At that moment Albert came in, blades at the ready. “Ah, now Daddy joins the party.” The Vamp finally turned. “Hello, Albert.”



The Vamp’s eyes were black with blood lust. “SuPra.” Albert growled, crouching down in combat stance. The Vamp let out a cynical laugh, and finally let Thomas down from the wall.



Thomas whimpered, unsure what to do. He knew about vampires, but to run to his parents might get him killed. As the Vamp SuPra turned to face Albert more fully, Thomas saw a chance and ran toward his mom.



SuPra grabbed him by the back of the shirt. “Not yet. Wait till I finish.” He said, and manifested a sword in his hand, throwing it in the next instant like a knife at Vicki. It went straight through her chest, piercing her heart. In stunned disbelief, she dropped her knife, clutching at the sword in her chest, before crumpling to the ground, blood pooling around the weapon.



“Vicki!!” Albert screamed in despair, still not moving from his battle crouch. As his eyes locked onto the Vampire, he knew she was already dead. There was no chance of coming back from that type of wound.



At the same time, Thomas screamed, “Mommy!!” and began to struggle with all his might against SuPra, trying to reach his mom.



With a sinister laugh, SuPra tossed the boy into the wall behind him, knocking him out. And as he slid bone lessly to the floor, Albert’s glare intensified. Now he’d done it, first his wife, then his son. As he felt black despair start to overcome him, the sound of Thomas’s breathing reached him, and a grim resolve overcame him instead. While his son still lived, all wasn’t lost. SuPra didn’t move, but his sword again appeared in his left hand.



“Why my wife?” Albert asked, despair coloring his voice.



SuPra sniffed the air. “I’m sorry.” He said insincerely. “I didn’t realize she wasn’t a Hunter. What a waste of good blood.” He said in mock sorrow. But your boy…” SuPra licked his lips, and Albert frowned.



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When Thomas came to, the Vamp was gone. His father was lying next to his mother in a pool of blood. Uncertain if the blood was from his mother or father, Thomas crawled over to his parents, sobs wracking his body. Both of them were dead. In despair, he sat crying and wailing next to their bodies until his eyes were too dry to produce any more tears, and he couldn’t produce another sound. Rubbing his sore neck from where the vampire had gripped him, he tried to think of what he could do. No one had come into the restroom, and he didn’t know who he could call. As the night dragged on, exhaustion overcame him, and he slept next to his parents bodies, their blood on his hands from when he had tried to wake them from their eternal sleep.



Daylight began to filter into the restroom windows, as the sound of a truck pulling in woke him. As everything came back to him in a rush, he thought the best bet was to pretend to be unconscious. He continued to lay next to his parents as if asleep, when a man entered the restroom. He heard soft cursing, then felt the man pick him up and take him outside. He heard a vehicle door open and the man laid him on the seat and closed the door. Through the window, he heard the man make a call.



“Hey, it’s me. Gotta mess over at the mile marker 12 rest area in South Dakota.” There was a moment of silence while the man waited for a reply. “Yeah, the Franklin’s. Hunter Albert and wife are dead, but the son Thomas survived.” another moment of silence. “I don’t know, he’s still out. But from the looks of things, Albert got the guy, but he was pretty done in.” another moment of silence. “Gut shot, wife through the heart.” There was a few minutes of silence as it seemed the man was listening to something on the other end. “No, Thomas is the last. Yes, I’ll take responsibility, but you’ll need to arrange the cleanup.” He gave a grim laugh. “Yeah, it sucks for all of us. See ya later Molly.”



He hung up and turned back to the cab to see Thomas sitting up watching him. With a curt nod at the boy, he walked around to the driver side door and climbed in. They stared at each other in silence for a few minutes. “I’m a Hunter like your folks, and will take you where you need to go. So, Thomas, right?”



Thomas frowned at this stranger. Somehow he knew who he was, but the man didn’t seem like a Vamp, and he didn’t feel any ill will from him. Turning to stare at the restroom, he felt resolve harden in him. “My name’s not Thomas anymore.” He turned back to the man and saw him raise his eyebrows.



“Oh? So what is your name then, young man?”



Thomas turned back to stare at the restroom. “Killian. Killian SuPra.” He answered grimly. His parents were dead, he was left with this Hunter man he didn’t know who somehow seemed to know him. His life was forever changed.



The hunter nodded, and Thomas, now Killian SuPra, smiled grimly. Yes, he would take on the name of the Vampire he was after. If he was still alive.



“Buckle up kid.” The Hunter said, as he did the same and started the truck. When it was idling, he turned to face the boy once more. “Ok, Killian. Where to?”

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XxElviscatxX
14:58 Nov 15 2015

10 GREAT STORY

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