The Awakening ch.25

    In a dark back alley late at night in the city of Las Angelus a lone figure stands in the shadows. This man is wearing a black long sleeved suede jacket with a white undershirt and black dress pants complete with black loafers. The man’s face is a stark grey color with piercing unflinching silver eyes and stark white straight hair. This man’s hands have long finger nails that to a passerby would look like fake silver painted press on nails. This man was none other than the NeunToter, Count Fontaine. Across from him in this alley was the all too familiar robed form of Danagan.

 

      “I can not believe you are still dressed like that.” stated Count Fontaine with a smirk.

 

     “Well we’re here;” he continued with an air of contempt and sarcasm in his voice, “in this spot you wanted to meet me in, in this city. So what does Litmet want me to do here?”

 

     Danagan huffs and says, “I already told you before you got on the plane to come here. You are here to take over the local vampire society of this city & become the local count for the new Vampiric Empire.”

 

     Count Fontaine stops leaning on the brick wall and takes a step towards Danagan while saying, “How? What do you expect me to do? Hunt down every vampire and build an army?”

 

     With dramatic waves of his hands he continues, “I have been out of the loop for over fifty years so its not like I can just come here, go to the local vampire hang out and proclaim myself king.”

 

   Danagan simply shrugs his shoulders and says, “The vampires here are controlled by a system in which the strongest vampire is in charge. All you have to do is hunt that vampire down and kill him then you are in charge.”

 

     Blatantly ignoring Count Fontaine’s frustrated expression he continued, “After which we the Doh-Rong will then tell you what to have the local

vampires do.”

 

     “You mean what Litmet tells you to tell me.” stated Count Fontaine with a smug smile on his face.

 

    Danagan released a low rumble of a growl before simply saying under his breath, “Yes”.

 

    “Okay” says Count Fontaine, “Guess I will just have to hunt down this strong vampire the hard way. Do you at least know who this vampire is?”

 

    “Ahh, yes” states Danagan, “He is a Strigoii vampire who is known by his minions simply as Boss.”

 

      “Fine” thinks Count Fontaine, “at least I know what it is.”  

 

    Danagan continued as though unaware that Count Fontaine was growing impatient, “Apparently this vampire was given the job by his father a vampire called Strivonis who is the ruler of the vampire council in Romania.”

 

     Danagan notices Count Fontaine seems to recognize the name from his expression and continues, “All we know is this vampire uses the local Goth clubs, so it’s up to you to find him.”

 

    Count Fontaine a bit puzzled asks, “What is a Goth club?”

 

    “Ahh yes” says Danagan while holding his hand and speaking as though her were talking to a student in a classroom, “forgot you were locked away before they came to exist. Goths in this day and age are not what you were ages past. Rather they are kids and adults who dress up like the vampires from the movies and play pretend. Apparently there are enough of them to form their own clubs.”

 

     Count Fontaine scoffs at this saying, “So humans playing pretend as vampires and actual vampires use them as a cover, hmm not a bad idea really.”  

 

    Danagan turns to leave as he had finished his mission and had no desire to speak any longer with the living dead than he had to.

 

    For the next few months the vampire society had come into an uproar with reports of a new vampire in L.A. hunting down and destroying other vampires. Seemingly doing so with great ease and focusing on the Nosferatu vampires. An edict has come forth from the Boss that this vampire is to be brought to him at once.

 

    In the dark alleys Count Fontaine has spotted yet another Nosferatu crawling from the sewer drains.

 

     He thinks as he looks down from the fire escape he is perched on, “Months I have killed these ugly, pale white, pointy eared, bald, long fingered, no pupil, rat teethed bastards and yet this boss character does not come after me. Must he lose whole armies of these freaks before he challenges me!?”

 

     Count Fontaine watches as the Nosferatu grabs a sleeping (or rather stoned) homeless person and begins to suck the blood from his filthy scarf covered neck. The human barely utters a squeak (as his drug induced euphoria prevents it). Count Fontaine looks at his claws as a drop of green fluid drips from the base over the tip.

 

     “Nothing like addictive venom to create the perfect defenseless bait for these weak cowardly excuses for vampires.” He thinks as he jumps down from the fire escape starling the Nosferatu causing it to drop its prey in surprise.

 

     The Nosferatu sniffs the air like some rodent, clicking his long finger nails as he does so. The Nosferatu notices this intruder is standing between him and the sewer drain. It looks behind its self to see the only other escape is a light filled street.

 

      “Who… and what…are you?” it says in a raspy voice while again sniffing the air.

 

    Count Fontaine simply points his right index finger at the Nosferatu and before it can utter another word Count Fontaine’s finger nail had extended across the eight foot span between them and through the Nosferatu’s chest piercing its heart. With only a mere shudder it collapse to the ground in a pile of dust. Count Fontaine retracts his finger nail shaking off a few yellowish golden sticky drops from the tip of his nail.

 

     “Tree sap of an Ebony tree and those humans think it’s the wood that kills them. Ha” He says as he turns from the carnage leaving the drained but still living human behind him next to the pile of ashes.

 

    The next night as he was once more setting up another drugged human trap two purple robed Nosferatu materialized from a mystical mist. He turns around with his nails still in the bum’s shoulder piercing the artery.

 

     “So two older Nosferatu have come,” he says, “about time something caught on to this trap.”

 

    He pulls his nails out and flings the human into the wall with such force as to crush his nose leaving a bloody trail as he slid to the ground. Count Fontaine brought his hands up before him self extending his nails in the process.

 

    In a gesture of “welcome” He says, “Well what do you two want?”

 

      The one on his right says, “We have come on behalf of the boss. You have made a nuisance of your self and he wishes to speak with the vampire responsible for the killing of his fellow vampires in person.”

 

     Count Fontaine walks forward saying, “Good, you have now found him. Now lead the way to your boss Nosferatu.”

 

    Count Fontaine followed the two robed Nosferatu into a purple mist like portal that had appeared before them with a smile on his face.