North American Vampire Council & Past Calling (Hypernaturals 12 & 13)

Denise is Going to Kill Us

Our last night at Boot Camp things turned Cert and Alexander flavored feces.

Someone thought it would be a good idea to have a going-away party in the Cafe. Even though we will be back, and this is a visit, not a one-time thing. This is like going to the Pizza place and lying to them it is your birthday so they give you the free dessert, and sing to you. Dumb.

Anne and Denise know I am irritated by the false festival of it all and are not confessing whose idea this is.

I could have stayed at Boot Camp half the time I did. Less. I could have day tripped it. Denise and I could have gotten an early start and taken off at sundown. Same with Morgan. Her security stuff was a day-long affair at most.

Jessica could have gotten on the phone with Uma, but that is not her way. Face time. Jessica understands the importance.

Uma could have come to the clinic for the training on the pheromone gear. Jessica did not do the training that way because she wanted to be on the family was going to be leaving their medical post, so Jessica decided it was going to be her. I did not argue it: I am always happy to be with her. My problem is with the length of the trip itself.

This visit did not have to be this long and is not worthy of a going-away party. I am tempted to come back next week for a day just to ask when my going away party will be again. It is really hard to not be an asshole in the face of this kind of thing.

It is possible my team knows how much this kind of thing irritates me and therefore did it. One should never show weakness.

Anne, Denise, Luciana, and the Crew understand the vision. They get it. Hell, all I did was say 'Go be yourselves' again. Follow your own better angels. Throw off the garbage Cert layered on Crew like a nine-layer shitcake.

For a brand new effort: Denise, Anne, Luciana, Uma, and all the others are doing amazing things.

I remained at the camp as long as I did because of frigging politics and putting in an appearance. I am the 'face' for all these changes. I am not doing shit and getting all the goddamn credit. My Council job boils down to running around pointing out, as Helen would say, the bloody obvious.

I am a catalyst. Not a cause. Not a driver. Just the asshole who stamps his feet when I am not getting my way about something like a salary increase for my team.

'Why do you want a salary increase for <insert Crew person name here>?' It could be anyone. It's for whoever Denise, Anne, or Luciana tell me deserves it. That's enough for me. But no. I have to go fight for it. 'Because they goddamn bloody well deserve it, you penny-pinching mother fucker, now cough it up!'

Helen never fights me on stuff like that. It's always some other numbnutz on Council that wants the money for their pet project instead.

I have not been on Council very long but even in that short period I have had a Vampire from every Geo but one, AsiaPac (since they have never been here), mention to me they had their doubts about Probation going away, and / or male Council people.

I like they can be honest about that doubt to my face. I will take that over backstabbing any day. I know many are under the impression I have a hold over Victoria and the rest of Council in some magical way. Echo's of the Legend of William.

When a doubter comes to see this place and attend education sessions and works with us on various programs, their opinion changes. They meet Male Vampires in various stages of their transitions, from brand new fanged horny guy to guy about to graduate who has his Vampire hormone and pheromone shit under control and knows he has to stay that way.