Alejo [Vampire]

Alejo- Chapter 19

::CHAPTER 19::

Cheers and shouts wafted through my window. My men were in the midst of celebration. It had been a few hours already and it didn’t seem as if they were ready to stop. I wasn’t sure if they were celebrating our success at Bvendini, the lack of dead soldiers on our side of the fight or perhaps the fact that they would not have to fight any more battles for a while.

Now was the time to plan. To rest and reflect. To give the world the chance to recover. Because obviously it would be no fun ruling a broken world. It was only six capital cities that we had invaded, but it was from six of the largest and most influential countries in the world. Six powerhouses. Their minor downfall was the downfall of many other countries that depended on them.

People were waiting for the person responsible to make a mistake. They wanted to see the power go to this person’s head. They would wait a long time. I would not be flaunting my new soldiers for a long while. By the time the world recovered and got over this ‘travesty’ – as the news called it – my new soldiers would be broken in so well that they would have no allegiance to their own cities.

Years of conditioning, re-conditioning plus me would alter any man’s mind.

I held up the blade that lay on my desk. It gleamed blue and then purple. Loki’s technology had helped us a lot during these battles. Ana’s information had been invaluable. And now I could take my precious time to continue with my plans.

A knock on the door caught my attention. I turned and put down the Ultraviolet Technology blade. My second in command stood there at attention; back stiff, hands at his sides, heels together, chin up.

“Sir?”

“Come,” I waved him in, “What is it?”

“Permission to speak, sir?”

“What about?”

“It’s about the prisoners, sir.”

“Continue.” I knew that it had to be a touchy subject for him to request permission to ask.

“You expressed preference to the red-headed humans. I am aware of how rare it is to find red-heads. Those things in mind, I wonder if the sir will want to have them separated from the other prisoners.”

“Did you speak to them?” I asked.

“Yes sir. They claim to belong to Masters Loki Cortada and Amos Cipriani.”

“You don’t believe them?”

“If they are telling the truth then we must return them, sir. We cannot keep the humans of Masters.”

“Bring them here,” I said.

“And we cannot kill them either, sir,” he said. I knew what he expected of me and I smiled.

“They will not die today. Bring them.”

He bowed and left the study. I went over to my chair, took a seat and a glass off the bar behind me. I poured myself a drink and waited on the girls to come. My second returned with the two in tow.

The girls each had electronic shackles binding their hands and legs. Ana seemed frightened while Ria just looked surly. Yes, good. Not one, but two red-heads. This really is lucky for me.

Everyone knew that with new technology available, people have been able to toy with genetics. Parents-to-be were able to alter everything from eye color to hereditary defects on their fetuses. At first it was fine, but too many years of tampering were not a good thing for some genes. These genetically edited children went on to grow up and intermingle with each other, thereby creating children with genes pools that have limited possibilities for their own children. We lived in a time where things like red hair, hazel eyes, freckles and aquiline noses were very rare. And like all things rare, they were coveted.