2 comments/ 3543 views/ 5 favorites Drifter's Revenge By: BrainVamp Hey everyone, I have new chapter of the adventures of the drifter. I really hope you like it. Comments, are always highly appreciated. ***** 1. The bleached haired girl was sitting in a very large sofa on the other side of the lobby. It had been a few years since we had parted ways and I strangely felt relieved to see her alive and well. I walked past the reception desk and went straight to her. She smiled as I sat in the chair facing her. "It's been a while," she said. Refusing to enter such a trivial conversation I kept on staring at her. She looked magnificent; she wore her tight evening dress like a second skin, it adopted her curves in the most sensual way. She seemed to be blossoming in the splendor of our common condition. She was my child but in the light of past events I had come to realize that I was definitely not a family man. I was a loner and a dangerous one. Anyone that had stayed in my vicinity for too long had died a terrible death. A waitress approached the table and offered us the menu. I discarded her with a hand wave but the bleached haired girl asked her to bring us a bottle of Champagne to the suite she was renting. She winked at me. I had to admit that I was quite starving, my last lunch had been at least a week before and I was starting to lose focus. I followed the former whore to the elevator. The doors closed behind us leaving us alone in the large glass cage that elevated above the well-lit lobby of the Copacabana Hilton. The view on the Rio bay was breathtaking. The remnants of the carnival were still rotting in the streets and the night was relatively fresh for the beginning of the summer. The bleached haired girl treated herself well. The suite, if not the most expensive of the hotel, was nonetheless of outrageous luxury, furnished in old and precious wood, filled with golden ornaments and paved in the most sophisticated marble from Italy. She took me to the bathroom and poured a hot bath in the gigantic Jacuzzi. Without a word she helped me undress and left me to relax to meet the waitress at the door. The burning water tickling against my skin, I slipped into the bath. I had to admit that it felt good. Almost too good... The bleached haired girl came back with the waitress. She had forced her to take off her uniform, allowing her to keep only her elegant red laced underwear. I extended an inviting hand to our victim. Now completely subjugated by my child she got into the bubbly bath willingly. I made her seat on my lap and with no further delay, pushing her curly long hair to a side, I stroke. Her blood was rich, full of sun and youth. I took only my share and pushed her away. Her eyes were bathed in delight. The bleached haired girl, now naked, had joined us. A hand on my dick, she bit the waitress too and started stroking me. I relaxed and closed my eyes. I could feel my pleasure build up as the waitress slowly fainted into death. It had been a long time since I had allowed myself to let go. I shouldn't have. 2. After Cuba, the bleached haired girl and I had travelled the States for a while. It had been a pleasant time, we would settle in some small town, drain it of its riches before moving on. But soon I had grown tired of the company. One evening I had woken up to find the little house we had been living in with no trace of her. My new child had left. She had written me a note explaining that she needed to sort a few things out and that our paths might cross again in the future. I had burned the house down leaving the family we had used as a front to die in their beds. With no regrets I had arranged for a couple of sets of fake papers and I had taken a trip towards the war torn Middle East. In the next few years I had sold my talents to the best bidder, becoming a legend in the underworld community. I had worked for all sides, eliminating one day the allies of the day before. If you wanted some troublesome general killed, if you wanted a mouthy Emir taken out of the pictures, if you wanted a kidnap victim released, if you wanted a crunchy scandal to go away and that you had the means I would find you and we would do business together. I had slowly but surely built up an immense fortune. But, once again, after a while the lack of real opposition had started to bore me. I needed a cause, something to fight for, maybe even something to die for. 3. I had left the hotel into the darkest hours of the night to reach one of my safe houses in Rio. After killing the waitress our little party had continued taking a terrible toll on both the hotel staff and the guests but the bleached haired girl had promised to take care of it. The excess of sex and blood made me numb and I only noticed the woman following me just before entering the subway. I circled around the evening crowd of partygoers and beggars to position myself behind her; staying out of sight I started following her myself. Having lost my track, she first panicked but soon, after a quick phone call she had taken a cab towards downtown. I managed to jump into a cab as well and followed her to a tall glass building. After approaching the only visible door, she buzzed herself in and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I turned around the building for a minute or so looking for another entrance but I found none. I looked at my watch. I still had a couple of hours before sunrise, but in Europe it was still early in the afternoon. As I walked back to my safe house, I picked up my phone and dialed a number in India. After nine rings I cancelled the call. Not three minutes later my phone rang. "Bratislava delight pizzas, the best Pizzas in all the Caucasus, how can I be of service?" "Ivanka, stop fucking around. I need information." "Ooooh, the Count! How are you doing tonight? Have any fresh virgins bled for you this delightful evening?" "Ivanka!" "Yes master, I'm sorry master! What can I do for his highness?" Ivanka wasn't her real name, her birth name was Claudia Schmidt but few were the official documents that kept a trace of her existence. She was one hell of a hacker and one of the very few persons who knew me for what I was. She had contacted me a few years ago during my Middle Eastern run and had offered me to work for me in exchange for the promise that I would turn her into a creature of the night before she reached thirty. I was at that moment in between jobs and had decided to let her live to see if she could come handy. She had, brilliantly and more than once and even if at the beginning I had never had the intention of making up to my side of the bargain, I had soon started to grow fond of the girl and started to consider the option. Just to keep such a powerful asset in my pockets, of course. The fact that she was actually quite cute did not make the thought so unpleasant. I told her the address and asked her to do a full background check on the building. "Next month, I turn twenty nine my dark prince. I'm really looking forward to meet you at last in person," she concluded before hanging up. In comparison with the hotel suite my safe house was a slum. But it was per definition safe and any day of the week, safe would beat luxurious for me. I had the chance to live a few hundred years and I wasn't going to mess it up by just by being sloppy. The sun was rising as I finally fell asleep. The remnant taste of my victims at the back of my mouth brought a handful of quite pleasant dreams. For the first time in many years I woke up feeling rested. But the feeling didn't last for long. I had one new email on my cell phone. It was from Ivanka. Only four words: "Brotherhood of the sun." I frowned; I had hoped never to hear from them again. 4. In the last days of my Middle Eastern period I had taken a few days off to go to Europe and enjoy myself for a while. One night in Rome as I was stalking a couple of tourists for my dinner the strangest man had approached me. Father Pietro, as he had introduced himself, was a representative for a very discreet yet very active branch of the Vatican government. A covert agency bent on destroying the very thing I had become just a decade earlier. After my exploits in Cuba, he had explained to me that there had been a schism inside said agency. Against the orders of the more traditionalists members of the agency, a small coterie of priests, seeing how easily I had managed to succeed where they had failed for so long, had decided to fight fire with fire; they had decided to recruit me. In desperate need for a cause I had agreed to listen to him. He wanted me to act as his undercover agent, his sword in the fight against darkness. In my line of business, notions of right and wrong are a commodity for fanatics and usually fanatics don't last long. As I listened to him rambling about the mission of cleansing earth of the scourge of demons, I started to feel frightened. Not frightened by what he had to say but frightened by what seemed to be the means at his disposal. In return for my collaboration they would leave me be as long as I would not take more than my share. I was to be a necessary evil. I considered the option of gutting the old priest as his offer felt more like a threat than a fair bargain, but I guessed that he would have never confronted me alone and that my chances of getting out of there alive would be slim. I asked him for some time to consider its offer. He gave me a week. I didn't like the fact that they had found me once, so I embarked on a very busy week. In the first two days, I moved my assets all over the place covering my tracks as well as I could, arranging for cash drops in several safe houses all over the world, selling all my shares, I disappeared money wise. The following three days, I severed all bridges with my past contacts. I had to kill a couple of them, I sent a note announcing my death to a few others, I severed myself from everyone except for Ivanka who seemed to be quite qualified to cover her own ass. Finally over the last two days I moved through Europe, changing names and faces, buying different plane tickets, offering the secret Vatican agency hundreds of false leads and tried to disappear. I ended up on a remote Greek Island where I had never been before. But it all had been in vain as on the seventh night as I was coming back from a long walk on the beach and a quick bite on a local farmer's daughter, I found Father Pietro seating in my living room. He apologized for the intrusion and asked me if I had made up my mind on their offer. And that is how I entered in the service of The Brotherhood of the Sun. 5. I left the safe house right away as it was obviously not safe anymore. I called the Copacabana Hilton to tell the bleached haired girl to get the hell out of dodge. The receptionist told me was out. I left her a message none the less. The trip to French Guyana took me a week. I travelled in the back of a meat truck. The journey was quite taxing but it would be a ride in the park in comparison with what the Brotherhood had in store for me if they got a chance to lay a hand on me. At Dégrad des Cannes I secured passage on a transatlantic freighter. Once in the captain's cabin with the harbor already far behind us, I relaxed a bit. The two whores I had picked up on the docks to serve as company were standing in the middle of the room looking blankly at the wall opposite of them. I asked one of them to take the first guard outside. The second one waited for my instructions as I locked the door. I detailed her, her dark Native American skin looked delicious and I was famished. After the exhausting trip north, I could have ripped her throat right away but I needed both of them alive if I was to make it to Europe so I restrained myself. I stuck my dick up her ass and only took a bit of her blood. The musky scent of her sweat still all over my body, I left her to sleep on the bunk. I left the cabin and asked the second one to take care of her friend before going for a walk on the boat. It was a medium sized freighter manned by two dozen hardcore sailors. I found the captain on the main deck having his men arranging the last of the six heavy machine guns I had them load on the boat that same afternoon. He nodded at me, I nodded back. I only had the captain and his first mate under my command as I had noticed that controlled humans lacked the initiative I would most likely need before reaching Europe. I had a few words with one of the sailors before going back to my cabin to pass the day. On the third night I got a message from Ivanka. Despite my instructions, she had been monitoring the Brotherhood's communication through a few backdoors we had set up in their network when I had been forced to work for them. Apparently, the Vatican guard dogs were already on my trail and a full team of Penitents had been dispatched to intercept my freighter near the Canary Islands. I told her to drop everything and ordered her to meet me in two weeks in a small tavern I owned outside Zurich. The Penitents were fanatics. Recruited among the best ex-military commandoes, Special Forces or mercenaries, they were trained in the art of finding, incapacitating and eliminating the "dark threat". Highly skilled, equipped with the most deadly weapons, ruthless, they were a force to reckon with, I knew it as I had trained most of them. On the fourth night one of the whores died due to blood loss and exhaustion. With nothing else to do I had spent a lot of time with the girls in my cabin and I got a bit carried away by the sea breeze. I had her body quickly wrapped in a blanket and thrown overboard. On the fifth night despite our best efforts the Penitent team caught up with us. I was in my cabin with the surviving girl's lips around my dick when I heard a loud explosion coming from the front of the boat. I stood up and grabbed the silenced hand gun on the bedside table. Judging by the sound of the detonation, the freighter would soon not be sea worthy anymore so I grabbed the whore by the hair and quickly drained her of her blood. My dick was still hard but I needed to seize control of a new mean of transportation. What had brought the Penitents to me would have to do. The firefight was already in full swing when I reached the main deck. The hunters had boarded the freighter from both the stern and the bow and they were converging towards the command deck. I spotted the captain dispatching a group of commandoes with a grenade kamikaze style. Good man, I thought to myself. After assessing the situation I decided to move towards the bow of the ship as the biggest group of Penitents seemed to come from there. Moving silently I avoided all of the Penitents on my way. The sailors where giving them one hell of a fight. The Penitents had gotten on the boat thanks to a grappling iron. One of them was guarding it. All pumped up on adrenaline and combat drugs he would be hard to dispatch silently. I decided to let him live and jumped overboard as silently as I could. The freezing water of the ocean accepted me in its embrace. After a while I resurfaced. The gunfire on the boat was getting more sporadic, I had to move quickly. I spotted a medium sized speedboat just a few yards away. I swam to its hull and climbed on the main deck as fast as I could. The pilot was waiting for the commandoes to come back on the stern deck. She looked young. I managed to overpower her with no difficulties and submitted her to my command. She told me with blissful eyes that the group that had attacked the stern of the freighter had done so using a small rubber dingy with very limited reach. I ordered her to move away from the freighter and we finally launched the remaining three torpedoes against the hull of the ship. As the large freighter started sinking into the dark ocean, I had her dismantle the GPS tracker on the speedboat. I stood on the deck with my gun waiting for the survivors to try and swim to us. After two hours it became clear that the pilot and I were the only survivors. The rush of the battle had me forget about the unfinished business I had left on the boat, but now that the sun would soon be coming up over the horizon, I felt glad the pilot was a woman. She took me to her small cabin. She covered the portholes to prevent the sun from getting in and she joined me in her bunk. I rode her long after sunrise before falling asleep, satisfied on all accounts. As I slept she steered the speedboat towards the Spanish Canary Islands. I dreamt again a blissful dream with her salty blood on my lips. I was feeling alive again, I was satisfied. 6. Father Pietro had me shipped to a secure facility in Poland. I knew the place; I had already come here in a previous life. It was a former black CIA prison that the Vatican had acquired after the torture revelations during the war on terror. The place had been lent to the Brotherhood who had turned it into a training facility. I was taken to the commander's quarters, Father Pietro instructed me to stay there waiting for his return. The small flat was situated in the third basement of the base, from the original setting very few things had remained. I spotted seven small cameras positioned all over the windowless apartment to cover every angle. A short while later, the priest had come back with a young woman. No more than twenty five, she looked lost. He told me that they were going to train me soon but they would also need to study me and he asked me to take the girl. I refused. He looked unpleased and he left me with the girl and closed the door behind him. For the three following weeks, the only contact I had with the exterior world was the small plate of food they would bring to the girl every morning. Over the first nights I tried to find a way to escape but the place was sealed tight, I was now a prisoner and I didn't like that. With my rusty Russian I managed to communicate with my cell mate. At first she was terrified by me but I made her calm down and tell me her story. She had left her parents farm to find a job in the big city but it hadn't gone well and she had ended up in a Catholic homeless shelter. There she had been approached by a nun that had tricked her into following her to this facility; she didn't understood what she was supposed to do. For the first two weeks, I managed to keep my hunger at bay. I would seal myself in the bathroom and jerk off to relieve the tension. I knew deep inside me that I was only delaying the inevitable but it wasn't a reason to indulge my captors. I kept the beast at bay the best I could but finally it took over. I was so hard and so hungry. I sat by the girl and asked her to take off her top. Now completely under my spell, she complied. I had her rest down on the bed and gently I sank my fangs into her generous breasts. The breasts are irrigated by thousands of small veins but there are no major arteries and therefore very little risk to cause the undesired death of the victim. Her blood was weak and watery but I was so hungry that I lost myself to the bliss of the feeding. A lot later, as I laid her, still breathing, to rest on the bed, I realized that Father Pietro was behind me. I tried to take the opportunity to tear his head from his shoulders but suddenly I realized that my body was starting grow numb. As I slowly passed away I realized that the girl's food had been spiked with some kind of chemical that affected the undead. I woke up strapped to a hospital bed after a long and dreamless sleep. Father Pietro and two doctors were standing above me. I tried to free myself but the straps were made in an alloy that resisted my superior strength. Father Pietro thanked me for helping them test the new drug his research department had been developing. He told me that now that they had taken all the samples they needed, I would be trained and soon released on the field for my first mission. Drifter's Revenge In the following weeks I was introduced to the terrifying arsenal the Brotherhood had at their disposal: sun grenades, powerful Tasers, a vast array of incendiary explosives... I also soon realized that they had found a way to detect the influence of a vampire over a human being and this, even long after the release. I never managed to understand how it worked. Their tactics were quite efficient as well; their preferred method of operation would be to trick the vampire into a trap and strike at its weakest moment as he or she was feeding. With complete disregard for the victim that they would consider already tainted or any innocent bystanders they wouldn't hesitate to bomb the monster. But this would work only with young or careless creatures. I was here to help them get to the oldest ones. During my first missions I was closely monitored by a Penitent that would follow my every step outside the base, preventing me from trying to escape or contact the outside world. This lasted for two years until one night as we were going after a deadly couple of targets that had been plaguing the Hong Kong area; my nanny got killed by the male vampire. After dispatching him and his bride, I got hold of a phone and quickly dialed Ivanka. I told her to prepare a way out for me. Right away, she downloaded a few computer viruses to the phone for me to introduce in the Brotherhood's network so she could monitor my situation and prepare an extraction. Hope had finally come back to my life. 7. The Gibraltar airport was crowded with business men and bankers. It was the middle of the summer and I needed to find a place to hide from the deadly Andalusian sun. I followed a group of stewardess arrived from an early morning flight to their hotel and locked myself with one of them. She got herself excused from her next flight claiming a momentarily illness. I had her rent a car for me and to prevent the Brotherhood tracing her up to me, I refrained myself from using her as food. The sex was good though. As the sun was setting I took the highway north towards France. By the morning I was in the middle of the Basque countryside. I holed up in a small hotel. The day went undisturbed and I spent the next night on the road. My meeting with Ivanka was still five days away so I decided to disappear in the Parisian night for a while. A long time ago when I was still human and working with the Agency, I had befriended an eccentric and successful artist that lived in large penthouse in the middle of the XXth arrondissement. We had been lovers for a memorable week and because of that I had omitted to mention Sophie on any of my reports. Almost twenty years after I had met her for the last time I knocked on her door. It took her a while to recognize me but as soon as she did she invited me in and offered me a drink. Time hadn't been as harsh on her as I had feared. She was now in her early fifties but she didn't look a day over forty. Being back in her flat so many years after made me nostalgic of all I had lost and out of the blue I started crying. She held me in her arms for a long time. My mouth found its way to her neck and gently I drank some of her blood. Afterwards we made love in her bed and I fell asleep in her warm arms. When I woke up early the next evening, the impending threat of the Brotherhood seemed so unreal and so far away, that I allowed myself to stay home with Sophie. She drank wine, I drank her and for hours we fucked. The morning early lights caught us in her living room and we ran to hide in her room. Another day passed and I felt happy. The next night we went out. She took me to all the bars she loved. We met friends of hers; we sneaked a little fuck here and there, in the rest room of a discotheque or behind a parked van; she drank a lot and had some coke too, I indulged myself to a few drops of her intoxicated blood. Around three in the morning she took me to Pygalle to an exclusive Peep Show hidden behind a Kebab restaurant. There we had a private dance with one of the girls. She was of Malian descent and her black bubbly ass greeted my fangs with shivers of pleasure. Sophie took me back home and we fucked some more before the sun rose. Ivanka and Brotherhood seemed so petty in comparison with the delights of the past few days... But soon I would have to move on and get back in the real world. On the fourth night, I told Sophie my story. She listened to my every word, fascinated by my tales of high adventure. After one final fuck she asked me the question I had been dreading since I had bit her the first time. Would I agree to make her immortal? I refused. My situation was far too dangerous for me to drag her into it. I could see that she was about to beg so I decided to control her and force her to forget about the last few days. I took a little more of her blood and left the penthouse. She would wake up late in the afternoon sore and hung over with no recollection on how she had gotten those strange twin wounds all over her body. For the first time since I had arrived in Paris I turned on my phone. I had an email from Ivanka and one from the bleached haired girl. Ivanka's message told me that she suspected that the Brotherhood had traced her, that she was going underground and that she would contact me as soon as she could. The message was three days old. The bleached haired girl's message offered a meeting in Zurich. A picture was attached to the message. It was Ivanka, she was tied to a chair and she looked hurt. The message was two days old... I cursed myself. 8. It took Ivanka three months to organize my escape. The security measures at the Brotherhood's compound were tight and their network was monitored by the best hackers money could buy. Luckily for me Ivanka wasn't for sale and she was worth it. Twice she managed to contact me while I was on mission. The first time to tell me that the Trojan viruses had done their work and that she was now able to access unnoticed the Brotherhood's network. The second time to tell me to get ready, that the extraction was just a few weeks away. She gave me a password. And so three weeks later I was sent on a routine mission in Bangkok to prevent a young teenager that had been turned by mistake from burning down the city. Apparently the young male, after losing his creator had started turning all his relatives and was building for himself quite an army. It turned out that the young vampire was more brilliant than expected and most of my team was taken out in the very first minutes of the operation. I managed to take down most of the teenager's frenzied servant vampires and found myself in front of the youngster for the final duel. Two choppers were on their way with reinforcement when the young vampire told me the password. I hesitated for a second fearing for a trap set up by the Brotherhood but I managed to overcome the paranoia and followed him. Behind the house a small tuk tuk was waiting for me. The boy gave me a fresh set of clothes, a phone and wished me luck. I was free at last. I left Bangkok and disappeared into the Indochina peninsula. A few weeks later, Ivanka contacted me. She told me to lay low for a while. She explained me that the two choppers never actually landed in the house, due to a technical problem one of them crashed into the other and the burning carcasses fell on the house making the identification of any of the bodies possible. For all intent and purposes I was now dead for the Brotherhood. She also told me about the teenager. Looking through the Brotherhood's database she had found this old vegetarian Thai vampire. She had then searched Bangkok for a suitable candidate and had found this teenager with a vampire fetish. She had contacted him and had offered him the deal of his life. She would give him the resting place of the old vampire, she would give him the ways to turn himself into a vampire and accomplish his fantasy and in exchange she would need him to organize enough bloodshed to attract the attention of the Brotherhood. The teenager had accepted and my escape plan had been set in motion. And so I laid low for a while. I kept on moving constantly, staying as far away from the Brotherhood as I could, avoiding at all costs any places that could have been linked to my past in a way or another... But then an invitation arrived on one of my old email addresses. It was an address I hadn't used in a very long while so I replied to the email accepting the offer of the bleached haired girl to meet her at the Copacabana Hilton and have a nice time together for old time's sake. 9. I knew it was a trap but once again I had to face my enemy, I couldn't continue running from the Brotherhood, so I prepared myself. The meeting place was a large warehouse in the outskirts of Winterthur. The large hangar doors were closed when I arrived in the small rental car I had picked up from Zurich airport. I drove by spotting three men guarding the place. I parked the car a couple of streets away and hid into the shadows waiting for the car that had followed me since the airport. Less than thirty seconds later the large black SUV I had spotted stopped by my car. Two men got out. I recognized one of them as a member of the Brotherhood, a nasty sergeant with whom I had a couple of fights during my time with them. They were both heavily armed. I sneaked on the first one and snapped his neck. The sergeant didn't have the time to lift his submachine gun before one of my knives went through his neck. I used the black SUV to ram the doors of the hangar and attract enemy fire. By the time the goons realized that the car was empty I had already managed to take out half of the thirty men that were waiting for me. The heavy firefight that followed allowed me to take out at least eight more. Feeling their luck turning, the Penitents decided to retreat only to fall into the trap I had set for them. As I exited the hangar I found Sophie standing above the last surviving opponent. Her nascent fangs were covered in blood; I felt I could have fucked her right there. She smiled at me. I grinned back. The Penitent didn't survive much longer, just long enough to give us the location where they were supposed to drop me after capturing me. I left him to Sophie and went to get the rental back. I picked her up on my way back. "Oh, Jack, this is so exciting; I love you so much," she told me. I smiled at her and drove off towards the small chalet that the Penitent had indicated as the HQ of the Brotherhood for the region. The small Chalet was a typical Swiss retreat in the Jura Mountains. It took us three hours to get there. The sun would be rising soon, so I decided to wait for the next evening to go and settle my account with the Brotherhood. We stopped in the village below and found an isolated farm house to hide for the day. We went to sleep after commanding the farmer to do some reckon for us during the day. I woke up first feeling that something was wrong there was a third person in the room with us. I tried to move but my body refused to respond. The bleached haired girl turned on the light. "Tsst, tsst, Jack you should really have known that the Brotherhood would monitor the surroundings of their main Swiss HQ..." Father Pietro opened the door and entered followed by four doctors. Sophie and I were transported up to the chalet. The Brotherhood had built quite a large underground facility under the place. We were taken down to two cells and left to wait. A few hours later Father Pietro came back. "Jack, it is so good to see you alive and well, we have been so worried about you after the Bangkok incident." He took out a needle and injected me with another dose of the drug. "You must understand that considering the situation we won't be able to keep you on the payroll, I'm pretty sure you understand the trust issues we have now. But I must thank you; your little hacker friend revealed a couple of pretty wide gaps in our security and we're working on solving them right now as we speak." He stopped for a while, smiling with benevolence. I didn't answer as there was nothing to say. "The sun should be up in a few minutes," he started again, "so we're going to take you and your French friend outside. The delicious vampire with the very white hair has agreed to work for us from now on so you don't have to worry about our mission. Now Jack I will say good bye to you and go pray that your soul doesn't spend too much time in purgatory." He turned around and waved at two of his guards to come and pick me up. Father Pietro never made it to the door. I severed his head from his shoulders in one powerful blow. What Father Pietro hadn't foreseen is that Ivanka had managed to secure the formula of the drug in their servers and that we had paid an independent pharmaceutical research lab to synthetize an antidote. I had of course secured two samples of that antidote before engaging the Brotherhood. The two Penitents in the hallway were next. I used the arm of one of them to beat the other to a pulp. I had managed to get where I wanted and the massacre could start. I opened Sophie's cell and smiled at my progeny. She smiled back. Room after room we took out all the members of the Brotherhood we could find. In less than twenty minutes the last one laid dead at our feet. For once I was lucky, Ivanka was still alive. We found her in one of the rooms of the chalet strapped to a bed. Her clothes had been torn of and apparently the bleached haired girl had had some fun with her. I sat by her side pushing her hair out of her face. When she recognized me she smiled and titled her head to a side. I indulged her. Her blood was rich and she soon joined me and Sophie on the porch of the Chalet. We didn't find the bleached haired girl; she had probably fled the base after the beginning of the massacre. Someday I would have to find her and get her to explain to me why she hated me so much. But for now, we had a little appointment in Rome. If we were to live free from the threat of the Brotherhood we had strike at its heart. Blood was going to flow in the halls of the Vatican. With Ivanka and Sophie by my side I felt that there was nothing impossible for our little family to do, a family with many talents, a family of killers.