Black Friday- retribution

Chapter fifteen-Romans revenge: pt.1

Roman had escaped the underground station exactly seven minutes after Katelyn's rescue. He fled with the baby, his latest creation who was now already a toddler due to his accelerated growth.
In seven short years the baby would have reached adulthood and would stop growing.
Roman had managed to get Grace and Nila out, Mateo and Romans two henchmen Maverick and Henry close begins him.
They fled to a sixteen bedroom mansion house in Paris, where an army of vampires were patiently waiting for orders in the heavily guarded courtyard.
Roman handed the baby over to Grace who placed the little boy in a bedroom on the first floor with four other babies, who had been born the same time at different locations. She handed them a bottle filled with fresh human blood each, and sat down in the beech rocking chair to watch over them.
She had decided to call the boy 'Hunter'.
The babies were soldiers waiting to grow. They would never feel a mothers touch, would never be taught how to love. They would only ever been shown how to fight, kill and destroy humanity.
Grace ignored her fathers commands and if the babies cried she would cuddle and rock them to sleep. She was a half-breed herself, deprived of a mothers love and raised by a psychopath father. She had given them all names and provided protection. She treated them like people, because she wished that someone would treat her like a person, just once in her miserable existence.
Roman knew that creating half-breeds would mean they would be stronger than him, faster than him and more powerful than he could ever be.
His children would grow up to honour him, obey his orders and fight to the death.
He also knew that given the chance, they could turn on him. It was a risk he was willing to take.
He hadn't planned to start the war this early. He hadn't planned to kick things off until he had a legion of six thousand solders, or, six thousand children in his case.
Still, he would have to make do with what he had.
Roman was enraged. His plan had been cut short. His workers killed with no mercy.
He stormed into the entrance of his nineteenth century mansion and demanded silence. Several vampires had been hosting an all summer long party. Local street women being used as blood banks and sexual objects before meeting their fate, either having the chance to be reborn or to die.
"Listen up you bunch of worthless pig- shits!" He shouted, as the crowd looked towards him and hushed.
His chest puffed and eyes bulged from fury.
"Humans have taken down our base. They have destroyed our family, killed my children. We are going forward with our plan to eliminate sooner than I wanted."
The crowd cheered and Roman raised his hand slightly, and immediately they silenced.
"We have groups in North America, Egypt, Panama, Sweden and of course Sierra Leone." He said with delight.
"They await my instructions as will you."
Roman ordered.
He headed towards the main house and into the first of many reception rooms, where a half eaten deceased man lay on the floor. The sight angered Roman further.
"Mateo!!" He bellowed.
Mateo Colt shuffled into the room.
"Sir?"
"What is this disgusting mess on my floor?" He scowled.
"The g-g-guys were hungry so..." Mateo trembled.
"So can't they use a fucking table, no?" Roman growled, face inches from Mateo who was now quivering like a puppy.
"Yes sir, I mean n-no sir..."
"Get this shit show cleaned up!"
"Of course sir. I'll do it now."
Mateo shuffled towards the body and began to drag it from the arm, which then fell from the body, blood dripped onto the oak flooring.
Roman sighed loudly and raised his hand to his face, shaking his head and groaning.
"Mateo." Roman hissed, gritting his teeth.
"Yes sir?"
"Leave that and find me a bitch to eat."
"Of course sir. Right away."
Roman left the room and headed upstairs to the third floor which was strictly off limits to everyone except for him. He threw himself onto the four poster bed and sighed profusely.
In the four hundred odd years he had been a vampire, this century was by far the one that caused the biggest headache.
In 1619, Roman was a gold miner and supporting a family of eight children and a wife before his town had been invaded by vampires. His family ripped to shreds before he was bitten. He died and an hour later he had reanimated.
Alone and surrounded by the remains of his family, he had the overwhelming urge to feed.
So he ate his children.
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After Roman had isolated himself from his group, Mateo bought a half drained french street girl, no older than twenty-three, to Romans quarters.
Roman fed on the girl and when she slipped into unconsciousness, he had sex with her.
Then he killed her, as he did with all his meals.
Slightly euphoric and a little less of an arsehole, Roman went to the staff room on second floor and ordered a meeting with his closest associates.
Maverick Grey, AKA 'leather-coat' or 'the executioner' as he was recently known as- and Henry Wallis II were already waiting for Roman to present himself. The three of them sat around the large, marble circular table and lit cigars, poured Japanese whisky into crystal tumblers and discussed the plan once again.
"We hit London tomorrow night. Slowly and quietly. Turn as many as you can. Round up a bunch and bring them here. We will need workers in the new world." Roman ordered.
"And then?"
"We head separate into two groups, half head to the south, the rest of us will head north. Once England is invaded we meet with the rest." Maverick continued.
Maverick Grey was a tall, stocky man with a moody face and a gruffly voice. He had been by Romans side since the beginning, coming from the same town and transforming on the same day.
Maverick was Romans second in command. He was equally as vengeful as Roman, although he despised the killing of children. He drew the line at that.
Mavericks specialty was to tear the head from bodies. If there was ever a severed head floating about, you could be sure it belonged to him.
He was known as the executioner by the vampire community, and with his trademark long leather jacket and black gloves to match, it was easy to see why.
"The girl. She is in River Falls." Henry said in a plummy voice.
"River falls? Why have I heard that name before?" Roman questioned.
"It's the witches town, the battle of 1922..."
"Ah yes! THAT place..." Roman said, remembering.
"Is she a witch? That would explain the sour taste in my mouth..." he continued.
"Not exactly. Well she is, but she hasn't practiced for years. She's a bloodline witch, from the Valentine line." Henry explained, each word pronounced properly and slowly.
"Yes I thought I recognised the name. Well this makes things very interesting now." Roman said rubbing his hands together in delight.
"Ok men. We will leave River Falls until last then." He continued.
"But get some men to watch the place. If she leaves, I want her bought to me. Alive."
"Forgive me, but why alive? She's just a dirty witch." Henry said in confusion.
Roman got up and headed towards the door.
"She has something that belongs to me. And I want it back." He said before leaving the room.
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