Suburban Vampire: Redemption, Book II: Leviathan

Chapter 42

It was midnight. Scott left Dawn in their suite and began his reconnoiter of the Starr compound. As he told Dawn earlier, he was going in "vampire mode", meaning he was making much use of his various vampiric abilities, especially hearing, smell, stealth, and speed. He wasn't sure where to begin, so he thought he'd head over to the registration center, which was still open at the time. As he approached the building, he saw Beatrice Bernard leaving the rear exit. He threw himself into the shadows, hoping she did not notice him. She stopped and (oddly, in Scott's opinion) sniffed the air and looked around. Apparently, she didn't find anything of interest, so she kept on her path. Scott followed her – by now, he'd climbed to the rooftops of the various cabins and followed her from above. She went straight to the pyramid. Scott observed as she went to a side door. He saw her touch her hand to a metal pad, and the door opened then closed behind her. Scott waited a couple minutes, then scampered down from his perch and went to the door. He wondered if the metal pad was a biometric lock of some kind. He could not detect anything unusual coming from the other side. The metal pad was plain and had no markings. Scott briefly considered touching it but thought that if it was indeed an electronic device of some sort, it might register his attempt. As he thought of some way to overcome the lock, the distant sound of a motorcycle – a Harley Davidson, by his reckoning – caught his attention. The single motorcycle was heading in from the north. Scott once more made his way to the registration center, where he believed the motorcycle would be heading. He scampered to the roof of the registration center and went towards the front face, where he saw the single Harley entering the main gate.

"Oh, shit," Scott said to himself. "You've got to be kidding me. Bloodlusters? Here?"

The large, bearded man stopped his bike and got off. Scott easily recognized the colors of the Bloodlusters Motorcycle Club, an outlaw biker gang made up entirely of vampires. The vampire biker strolled into the registration center. Scott made his way to a skylight where he saw the biker approach Bobby Starr, and standing at Starr's side was none other than Robert Malheur. Scott put his ear to the side of the skylight and listened.

"So," The biker said, "you're the head honcho."

"Mind your tongue, vampire," Malheur warned, "you do not know who you are speaking to."

"Now, Robert," Starr said, "please. Thunor is our guest. You are Thunor, are you not?"

"Yeah," The biker said, "and you're Starr. The word is you're some kind of god."

Starr smiled. "You've heard correctly. I am some kind of god. In fact, I am the father of your kind."

"So," Malheur said, "perhaps the vampire should kneel."

Thunor growled at Malheur. "I kneel to no one, man, god, or demon. That's right, Malheur, I know what you are."

"Please," Starr said, "no need for hostility here. We are all of one accord, are we not?"

"That all depends," Thunor said, "what do the Bloodlusters get out of it?"

"What do you want?"

"Blood. And pussy."

"Oh, those you will have, in spades. Let me put it to you bluntly, as I see you're a being who prefers to cut to the chase: I am assembling an army of the undead. We are going to make war on the world of man. In doing so, we defy both God and Satan. Are you ready for that, Thunor?"

"And we get lots of blood and pussy?"

"Beyond your wildest imaginings."