VIOLET DAWN

Chapter 6

"This should last you a month," Patrick handed the package containing several quarts of blood to the waiting Vampire. "If something unforeseen happens then you can come back for more."

Robert Larson took the parcel gratefully, "Thank you leader. And what should I do about the other matter?"

Retreating behind the great oak desk in his study, Patrick sat. He had heard much about this Abraham Stoker. An interesting character, Stoker's mind had somehow drawn conclusions about their race that most people overlooked. But now the man was asking questions...too many questions.

"With regards to Stoker, do nothing," Patrick said as he leaned back in his chair.

"But leader...I...I do not mean to question your decisions, but Mr. Stoker has been exciting many influential Londoners with tales of Vampires, should we not clear his mind?" 

Under normal circumstances, Patrick would have been annoyed at the questioning of his decision, but he was in a very good mood this afternoon. Violet, the name played in his mind. She was an extraordinary creature. Standing in the spotlight on the hay strewn floors of the circus, she had played her violin and awed them all. Though she dressed like an alluring wood nymph, she had the regal air of a queen and so much passion... When she kissed him, his breath had caught in his throat. Who would have thought lips could taste so sweet? That a moan could sound so entrancing?

Her reaction when the tightrope walker barged into the room had surprised him more than the unexpected kiss. The wild gypsy who had thrown herself into his embrace had been replaced by a cold maiden. Her behaviour made no sense, but it had intrigued him. She was a mystery and he had the feeling he would find great pleasure in uncovering her secrets.

Pushing pleasurable thoughts aside, Patrick regarded Robert.

"You are young, Robert, but I assume you have heard of the Age of Vampire Slayers?" The question was rhetorical. Every Vampire knew of the horrific age where Vampires were tracked and murdered by humans who viewed their mere existence as a threat.

"Yes leader, I know of it," the young Vampire acknowledged.

"Then you must also know of what was done to ensure such an age would never come again."

Patrick watched Robert shift his weight from one foot to another. "The leaders of the time gave the order to feed humans with tales of our race?"

"Exactly," Patrick agreed, "Outrageous tales, tales that made the Vampire race one that a human could only consider mythological. In their minds Vampires became flying, shape shifting creatures that are scared of crosses, holy water and garlic."

    "They think we can not stand the sun, too," Robert added with some derision.

    "Yes and these beliefs are precisely why our human neighbours do not suspect us of being anything other than human." Standing up, Patrick moved to the large window that overlooked Park lane, "Not only will we leave Abraham Stoker in peace, we will feed him all manner of stories. He may write his book, or play, whatever it is that he wishes to do and I will make sure that he gets published."

    "Stupid humans," Robert snorted. "They are so easy to manipulate!"

    Patrick frowned as he watched a carriage roll by. Many Vampires he knew shared Robert's sentiments concerning the human race. These young Vampires forgot that humans were their brothers and that they all came from the same roots.

    "You may leave. And Robert, I would advise you not to underestimate the Human race."

    Robert bowed, "Yes Leader." A moment later the boy was gone.