The Vampire Club by Nicholson Scott & Rain J.R

Author:Nicholson, Scott & Rain, J.R. [Nicholson, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-04-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-nine

“I sense someone else,” said Dial.

“Your worst nightmare, unless of course you’ve dreamed of Freddie Krueger in a Speedo.” And thank God, in a way, that was the professor speaking. I was glad it was not another VVV member, but now I was caught in a little fib.

“Professor?”

“Of course. Now let’s bypass the small talk. What do you plan to do with us?”

“Well, first off, I’m glad to see you’re up and about and not decaying in the forest somewhere,” Dial said, giving a menacing tap of his club to his open palm. “Because that would spoil the fun. And to answer your question, according to my organization’s golden rule, I have the liberty of killing you on sight, then calling in a special squad that would get rid of your bodies—they have a knack of either making your deaths look like an accident, or wiping you off the face of the earth completely. That last part isn’t my job. My job’s is just to kill you and not leave behind too many visible signs.”

“Well, try not to enjoy it so much,” I said.

“Now, we chose not to kill you earlier, basically because our leaders decided, well, it might cause suspicion because of all the publicity. We wanted you to come, be disappointed about not finding your vampire, have you arrested for attempted grave-robbing, and watch you leave and to never return. Perfect. Except you two escaped.”

The professor nodded. He seemed to be still intrigued by the death route as an intellectual problem, as well as the proper disposal of evidence. I only hoped he wouldn’t offer them any good tips.

“You could’ve made it look like our group fell off some cliff in a tour bus or something,” he said.

“Plan C. I don’t know, it was a good idea, it just didn’t have the right...feel, you know?”

“When you’re getting rid of people, I suppose the plan should at least feel right.”

“Now you’re catching on, Professor. Some of the very few softies in the organization, I think there are two in Europe, have a very large voice in such matters, because they are from Old, Old Money. They were the ones who spared your lives initially.

“But now you guys escaped and the softies have turned into hardies”—why an image of Janice and I doing the dance of love appeared in my mind, I don’t know, I suppose hope springs eternal, as well as other things—“and have issued a DDD, an all-out Bulletin of Death, Dismemberment, and Disposal. I’m supposed to kill you right here, right now.”

“Well?” asked the professor. And I cringed, believing the professor could have perhaps used a better choice of words. Maybe something more along the line of: “Oh, God, please don’t kill me! I’ll do anything! Vampires? Don’t exist!”

I don’t know, maybe it was just me.

“I have killed more men than most people have eaten meals in their lifetime,” Dial said, wolfish teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

A quick calculation on my fingers made me realize the man before me was doing his part in keeping world overpopulation in check.

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