The sound of gunshots kept ringing through the night. The sun had barely gone down and already vampires were on the march. Thank goodness little Sophie’s room was nestled almost in the middle of the house and it was soundproof. She sat there in her own office, staring at the screen with an incredulous look. They had finally found what was in the true blood and it did not bode well. It seemed to be a very powerful mutated strain of Hep D. She had never seen anything like it.
“And you sure the whole supply is tainted?” she asked into the phone.
“Lets put it this way, we cannot find a non tainted batch in the state” said her contact on the other line.
Kiara ran her fingers through her hair. These sick vampires came in droves, seeking any vein they could try and feed from. Her business could profit from this, but she couldn’t let any donors be fed on by sick vampires. She leaned back, staring at the 3 computer monitors that held several statistics, finances and other majorly boring things.
“Is there no way to test for this readily? We cannot open business if we don’t know if the fangs are sick” she said into the phone.
“We’re already coming up with detection ways but honestly?” said her contact. “… nothing has worked better than a wolf nose” he whispered quickly. Kiara quirked a brow. Her contact was human through and through and sworn to secrecy about the weres. She knew her guard was good, they shot vampires out of the property even before they made it in but since she hadn’t been outside to smell the vampires coming she didn’t know this new strain tainted the vampire scent.
“Is that so…. Well that is something I can work with. Good work Chris. Finish up your rounds and submit your report ASAP” she said before hanging up. As she took her feet off the table she began to think. There was no shortage of wolves who would do anything to keep their families safe so finding wolves who would continue to scent out the sick vampires would not be a problem. The problem would be finding donors who would be willing to take such a risk now. With the new laws any business that even held a hint of vampire related came under such scrutiny.
As she leaned forward to type something in her screen Glenn came into the office. She lifted her head. “What is it sweetie?” she asked, seeing the look on his face.
“I’ve looked into what you asked” he said as he sat down. “There isn’t anything worthwhile left of that place. Dead bodies, loads of dead…dead vampires” he said as he pulled out a large ziplock bag which held a shirt inside.
“The scent item… he was there, but… it was as if he wasn’t really himself” he said. Kiara quirked a brow. “As in he’s sick with this stuff?” she asked. Glenn shook his head. “No not sick… although that place is ground zero for this shit Hep strain. No his scent was more….more” he said as he struggled to explain.
“Think of it this way… if he were a crabapple and smelled like a crabapple, then the scent in the building was that of a fermented crabapple, the kind you’d be more incline to make wine from. It hasn’t spoiled but it’s gotten richer and more pungent in a sense” he said, figuring that would be the best way to explain.
Kiara nodded. “So you were right… he really isn’t the same. Something happened” she said as she stared at the ring on her finger. Glenn nodded. “I’m sorry lil bit… but it doesn’t seem like he’s the same man you love” he said softly.
Kiara nodded, toying with the ring. “Well… I couldn’t hold unto this crutch forever” she said as she slipped the ring off. Glenn blinked. “Kiara…is that what you really want to do? I mean don’t get me wrong I don’t like the fanger but.. shouldn’t you at least go see him?” he asked. Kiara set the ring down into a drawer of her desk.
“I’m dead Glenn remember? Sooner or later he’ll see the obituary…find the grave site. Whoever he is now…he’s not the man I fell for” she said in a sad tone.
She looked over to the clipping of her own obituary. Her death had been faked to a T. Everything from a funeral, to even a real body had been procured. Granted now the body would have decomposed enough to not leave any doubts. Even the tombstone rested in a Shreveport Cemetery. It was almost apropos that she'd be considered dead. After all, with all this news, she felt dead on the inside.
“And you sure the whole supply is tainted?” she asked into the phone.
“Lets put it this way, we cannot find a non tainted batch in the state” said her contact on the other line.
Kiara ran her fingers through her hair. These sick vampires came in droves, seeking any vein they could try and feed from. Her business could profit from this, but she couldn’t let any donors be fed on by sick vampires. She leaned back, staring at the 3 computer monitors that held several statistics, finances and other majorly boring things.
“Is there no way to test for this readily? We cannot open business if we don’t know if the fangs are sick” she said into the phone.
“We’re already coming up with detection ways but honestly?” said her contact. “… nothing has worked better than a wolf nose” he whispered quickly. Kiara quirked a brow. Her contact was human through and through and sworn to secrecy about the weres. She knew her guard was good, they shot vampires out of the property even before they made it in but since she hadn’t been outside to smell the vampires coming she didn’t know this new strain tainted the vampire scent.
“Is that so…. Well that is something I can work with. Good work Chris. Finish up your rounds and submit your report ASAP” she said before hanging up. As she took her feet off the table she began to think. There was no shortage of wolves who would do anything to keep their families safe so finding wolves who would continue to scent out the sick vampires would not be a problem. The problem would be finding donors who would be willing to take such a risk now. With the new laws any business that even held a hint of vampire related came under such scrutiny.
As she leaned forward to type something in her screen Glenn came into the office. She lifted her head. “What is it sweetie?” she asked, seeing the look on his face.
“I’ve looked into what you asked” he said as he sat down. “There isn’t anything worthwhile left of that place. Dead bodies, loads of dead…dead vampires” he said as he pulled out a large ziplock bag which held a shirt inside.
“The scent item… he was there, but… it was as if he wasn’t really himself” he said. Kiara quirked a brow. “As in he’s sick with this stuff?” she asked. Glenn shook his head. “No not sick… although that place is ground zero for this shit Hep strain. No his scent was more….more” he said as he struggled to explain.
“Think of it this way… if he were a crabapple and smelled like a crabapple, then the scent in the building was that of a fermented crabapple, the kind you’d be more incline to make wine from. It hasn’t spoiled but it’s gotten richer and more pungent in a sense” he said, figuring that would be the best way to explain.
Kiara nodded. “So you were right… he really isn’t the same. Something happened” she said as she stared at the ring on her finger. Glenn nodded. “I’m sorry lil bit… but it doesn’t seem like he’s the same man you love” he said softly.
Kiara nodded, toying with the ring. “Well… I couldn’t hold unto this crutch forever” she said as she slipped the ring off. Glenn blinked. “Kiara…is that what you really want to do? I mean don’t get me wrong I don’t like the fanger but.. shouldn’t you at least go see him?” he asked. Kiara set the ring down into a drawer of her desk.
“I’m dead Glenn remember? Sooner or later he’ll see the obituary…find the grave site. Whoever he is now…he’s not the man I fell for” she said in a sad tone.
She looked over to the clipping of her own obituary. Her death had been faked to a T. Everything from a funeral, to even a real body had been procured. Granted now the body would have decomposed enough to not leave any doubts. Even the tombstone rested in a Shreveport Cemetery. It was almost apropos that she'd be considered dead. After all, with all this news, she felt dead on the inside.