"Have them line up to make a survivors' list." Councilwoman Cleo told her.
"Good idea Madam."
Sister Phoebe and Brother Elijah waited until the librarians were finished. "All right everyone. We need a list of the survivors. Please line up."
"Tell us the name you are registered under so that we can keep track of you."
One wrote down the name while the other nine went through the piles of parchment to pull out the survivor with in a couple of hours they had a pile of three thousand survivors. The rest they burned in the pyre with the bodies.
"Very good." Councilman Klaus told them. "Now you have a smaller group who can travel around. They have no more borders to worry about."
"Sir you told us we would be out of food soon." Eunice said.
"Yes I did. The fact that the group is now five thousand less is good. There are only a thousand other vampires registered outside of South Africa that live on this continent. We have made it a policy to sip from our victims not to kill them. If you encounter any of them they will tell you where they have been so you do not feed from the same group."
"Yes Sir, we will make sure everyone knows that law." Eunice told him.
"Thank you my dear." Eunice flashed a bashful smile.
"Now I suggest you find your guards in this group." The Councilman pointed to the crowd.
"Yes Sir." Bonnard said. "All right everyone listen up. Who would like to become our guards?"
"Do we use swords like them?" A man said pointing to us.
Bonnard glanced at Councilman Klaus. He nodded slightly.
"Yes." Bonnard said.
"Good. Count me in. I am Warsame."
"Welcome Warsame." Bonnard said.
"I know some of these people. There is a group of warriors over in the far corner. May I ask if they want to be your guards as well? They are part of my tribe."
"Yes of course. It is better to know your fellow men at arms." Bonnard told them.
"I will be right back."
He disappeared into the crowd. An hour later he came back with a group of a hundred warriors. "We are your guards Madam Felicia." Warsame told her.
"Excellent." Felicia said.
"Warsame how many of your tribe is still mortal?" Councilman Klaus asked.
"None Sir. Our entire tribe was made into vampires in one night. All our women had to watch their children die. They were killed because they would not survive the transformation into vampires."
"So the warriors are all ..." Councilman Klaus asked.
"They are all the men and women of my village. That Council," he pointed to the fire where the South African Council was still burning, "seduced all the mortals and made them vampires. My wife and I were forced to mate with that woman Mientjie and that man Jon." He spit out their names. "They slaughtered our children and made us drink their blood." All the new guards were standing there whimpering over their dead children. "We are glad they have been destroyed."
"I understand your grief Warsame but will all of you be able to guard these people?"
"Yes Sir. We will guard them and the mortals of our country so that what happened to us will not happen to them."
"Good because that is exactly what you will be doing. All our guards do the same they keep everyone in line including us."
Warsame looked at the rest of his tribe. "Then we accept the position of guards to the new governing Council."
