Vampire World Takeover

Prologue

October 10th, 2010.

Vampire Headquarters, New York City.

Like one of Michelangelo’s flawless sculptures, the man surveyed the crowded room, motionless and unblinking. His jet black hair was trim and stylish, whilst his eyes were watery blue and penetrating in their gaze. Tall and muscular, he was clad in an expensive Armani leather jacket, a fitted white t-shirt and designer jeans. In short, he looked like a model. His name was Dragos Vladu.

He was standing on a large, raised stage. In front of him, approximately one thousand of the world’s most powerful vampires were sitting in rows. They had come from all over the globe. Like him they were sporting expensive, designer attire, and, almost without exception, were breathtakingly good-looking. And like the handsome man on the stage, they were immortal.

Vampires had been living in secret for centuries. They were everywhere, in every country, on every continent. Having amassed unrivaled wealth, not to mention massive political influence, they controlled the way the modern world functioned. Every dip or rise of the stock market, countless wars and famines were all manipulated by the vampire clans. It had been this way throughout human history, yet the world’s populace remained blissfully ignorant.

Unfortunately, with all this power and influence, came the very real necessity for secrecy. However, many vampires clans were unhappy with the status quo, they believed the time for subtefuge was at an end, and that the time for conquest should begin.

Representatives from each of the vampire clans had travelled to New York for the summit, the vampire summit to end all summits. The number one topic was the future. They were going to decide if they wanted to keep living in secret. Or whether it was time to come out from obscurity. And take over.

The vast, windowless conference room was part of a colossal complex, deep beneath New York. It was known amongst the vampire community as VHQ, and of all the clandestine vampire facilities across the globe, it was the largest and most well equipped. The humans above in the city had no idea it even existed. Down here, vampires were safe from the ravaging sun. The suns rays would kill them painfully, boiling them from within until they imploded, in a black gooey mess. Not a pleasant experience.

Dragos surveyed the chatting vampires before him, like a bird of prey observing from on high, he dominated with his very being. It was time. He held up his hand and the room fell silent.

“Brothers and sisters, I welcome you to this year’s Vampire Summit!” he said, his authority obvious.

The crowd clapped politely and paid full attention. With all the wealth and power he had amassed as the head of America’s biggest vampire clan, people listened when he spoke. Or died soon after.

After a moment of applause, Dragos help up his hands and the room was quiet once more.

“Many of you have traveled to New York from all over the globe. You represent the world’s most powerful vampire families,” he said and then he paused for a moment. All eyes were watching him. He drank in their rapt attention and then continued in a loud, clear voice.

“For too long we, the children of the night, have hidden in the shadows,” Dragos said, “for too long the humans have ruled, spreading over the planet like a plague, while we lived in secret, concealing ourselves,” he added, spitting out the last words as though they left a bad taste in his mouth.

Now the audience was listening with bated breath, the anticipation in the room was palpable. They were concentrating and hanging on his every word.

“We are stronger and faster, we are immortal. But still the humans possess the planet. And look what their doing to it,” he said.

At this point he clicked a mini-control in his hand and images appeared on the expansive screen behind him.

“Almost seven billion people, polluting the Earth with their filth and waste. The sea is almost lifeless, the forests are falling as I speak, the air reeks of chemicals,” he shouted, as images of pollution and the cost of human population growth filled the screen.

“I say enough is enough! The time has come for we, the vampire race, to come out from the shadows and rule the world!” he shouted, his voice was raw and animal like.

The audience went wild. They stood up and cheered. Dragos raised his hand and, after a moment, they grew still.

“I see that you agree with me. Good. I believe the time has come for all out, total and full scale war. Humans should be our food, like their farm animals,” he bellowed, and was greeted with further wild applause.

Again, he held up his hands in a gesture for silence.

“Return to your countries and prepare. We must build our army and recruit human mercenaries, technical experts and scientists. This will take time, our analysts predict ten years will be required. A blink of the eye for us, I know, but let us not delay,” he said, the finality in his voice and his body language signalled the speech was over.

The audience stood up and went ballistic.

“Dragos! Dragos! Dragos!” they roared deafeningly.

Dragos smiled malevolently and listened to them chant his name. His cruel blue eyes were full of festering anger and hatred. He let their adulation wash over him and felt the lust for power swell in his chest. Under his command, the vampire race would ravage the earth. They children of the night would take their rightful place in a new world order and human blood would flow in rivers.

Ten years, and counting...