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                                                GIRL PATROL

                                              Chapter Sixteen


         "So you are dead like I am," Vlad said, his eyes brightening
with sudden understanding.
         "Yes," the finely dressed, silk-suited man answered.  His
fingers played on the fabric of Vlad's upholstered chair.  Vlad sat in a
chair next to his.  Esmelda was upstairs.  It was up to Vlad to
entertain visitors.
         "You are not a hunter," Vlad said, suddenly producing the
plasma rifle, pulling it up from under a table next to his chair.  There
was a dark cloth covering the table.  It rippled as he pulled the rifle
out from under it.  His guest was just as quick, pulling a pistol from
his coat pocket.  The two men nearly punched holes in each other.
         "Are you?" the visitor in the silk suit asked Vlad.  The
vampire's eyes flared.  He tried to use mesmerism on the man. 
Admittedly he was no master of mesmerism like his wife, but to his
dismay the visitor matched him, his own eyes growing red.  Vlad felt a
strange desire to drop the plasma rifle.  He hoped the visitor felt the
same way about his pistol.
         Their eyes faded almost at the same moment.
         "We can agree on things without mesmerism," the visitor said.
         "Yes," Vlad agreed.  So this man was a vampire!  He claimed to
be from an ancient family of vampires, one that had survived over the
centuries.  A real, present day vampire, one of this era!  Though,
admittedly, by his own account, his family was down to just himself and
his brother now.  "Tell me about your brother," Vlad said, when the glow
in his eyes was no more.  Quietly he slipped the plasma rifle back under
the table, rippling the black cloth that covered the table again,
feeling and hearing the "clunk!" of the rifle going back into the open
box there.  The visitor, a man who went by the name of Alfonse Giovanni,
put away his pistol.
         "My brother is in the platinum business," Alfonse said.  "He
lives in South Africa."
         "Ah," Vlad said, but the place was unknown to him.  "What
brings you to Sun City?" Vlad asked.
         "I'm in the business of keeping people happy," Alfonse said. 
This time Vlad's "Ah" of agreement was more knowing.
         "I am not unfamiliar with this business," Vlad said.
         "Then you market drugs as well?" Alfonse said.
         "Yes," Vlad replied.
         "Perhaps we could join forces," Alfonse said.  Vlad raised an
eyebrow.
         "Why would I want to do that?" Vlad asked.  The visitor leaned
forward.
         "Because you killed my man and took over the business
yourself," the visitor hissed.  He pulled out his pistol again, and Vlad
was just as quick with his plasma rifle.
         Just then Esmelda appeared, coming downstairs.
         "And how are you two getting along?" she asked, as she came
into the room.  She saw the guns.  "Men," she muttered.  Vlad's plasma
rifle wavered.
         "This is Alfonse," Vlad told his wife.  The visitor's pistol
dropped to his lap.  Esmelda, ignoring the gun, walked over to the man
and offered him her pale hand.
         "Pleased to meet you, Alfonse," she said.  She touched his hand
and found it reassuringly cold.  He smiled slightly as he found her
touch similarly cold.  She was, indeed, dead like he was.
         "As I am you, madam," Alfonse said with old-world courtesy, and
a French accent.
         "What brings you to Arizona?  The sun is so bright here,"
Esmelda said with distaste briefly curling her lips.
         "Indeed.  It is," Alfonse said.  "Which is why I'm wondering
why your husband would kill my man here and take over my territory." 
Esmelda smiled.  She clasped her hands.  "An oversight, I'm sure."
         "A profitable oversight, madam," Alfonse said.
         "Indeed," Esmelda responded.  She looked at Vlad.  There was a
look of contempt in her eyes, as if to say, "Who the fuck are you
letting in to interfere with us now?"  Vlad shifted uncomfortably.
         "It's nice to meet one of our own kind," Vlad said to his
wife.  "We had not met any vampires of this time before."
         "No we had not," Esmelda answered, and her eyes seemed to say,
"And why should we?"
         "I must resolve this issue with you today," Alfonse said to
Vlad and Esmelda.  Suddenly the woman turned on their visitor.
         "It is all very well to meet our ancestors," she snapped.  "But
do not think for a moment that some half evolved vampire is going to
dictate terms to me."
         "Oh?" Alfonse asked, fingering his pistol.  
         "If you wish to have orders, I will give them to you," Esmelda
said.  Alfonse raised his gun.  It was matched by Vlad, who brought up
his plasma rifle.  Esmelda's eyes glowed and the visitor's glowed, but
Esmelda's were clearly more powerful.
         "You should be destroyed, in my opinion, though it was nice to
meet you," Esmelda said.  Alfonse's gun shook in his hand.  He was
clearly trying to hold onto it but his grip was loosening.  The light in
his eyes wavered.
         "You are expert in mesmerism, I see," he managed to get out,
the words tangling in his throat as if he were being choked as he tried
to speak them.  Which he wasn't.  Rather, it was his mind that was being
strangled, his willpower, Esmelda invading his brain and taking control
of it.  Suddenly Alfonse lifted a hand and managed to tear his eyes away
from Esmelda's.  As if shielding his eyes from the sun, he looked down
and away from her, shutting his eyes for good measure in the process. 
His gripped his gun more firmly, but could no longer see where to aim
it.  Esmelda prudently moved to the man's left.  It would be a shame to
put a hole in her pretty black dress.
         "Yes, I am expert in mesmerism," Esmelda snapped.  "Look at me,
you dolt!"
         "That would be imprudent," Alfonse said, the confidence once
again in his voice, but a trembling too, for he could feel Esmelda's
eyes burning into him and trying to grab hold of his will again.  It was
like being face to face with Medusa, except he would not be turned to
stone, only robbed of himself.
         "You will do as I say," Esmelda told him.
         "Indeed, if I look at you," Alfonse agreed.
         "No!  You will do as I say in any event, for I am Esmelda,
Queen of the vampires!" the woman told him.
         "I have not heard of you before," Alfonse protested in a
quivering voice.
         "That's because I'm from five billion years in the future,"
Esmelda said.
         "Then you are not born yet," Alfonse said, still hoping,
through words if not with his trembling gun, to make the woman go away.
         "How I got here is no concern of yours," Esmelda said.  "But if
you own a drug business I want it."
         "You have at least a quarter of it already!" Alfonse cried.
         "The Queen of Darkness City will have all of it!" Esmelda said,
growing red in her pale face now, to match her glowing eyes.
         In the perpetually dark apartment, with the black curtains to
block out the light of day, with the flickering fire in the fireplace
throwing a gloomy half-light into the room, Alfonse's gun slowly dropped
to his lap.  HIs hand went with it, and his white fingers trembled as he
held it against his groin.  He dared not look at the woman, but her very
presence made him know, now, that he was no match for her.  Never mind
that there was a strange-looking multi-barreled rifle trained on him, in
her husband's hands.  He was outmatched by these two unusual corpses. 
He couldn't think of a way to talk himself out of the mess he'd gotten
into and if he wasn't careful, he could find himself staked to the
floor.
         "A- Alright," Alfonse said.  "I'll do ask you ask.  Just don't
make me look at you."  Esmelda looked at her husband.
         "A fine compliment for a lady," she said.  The glow in her eyes
subsided.  "You may look at me now," she told Alfonse after a moment. 
"Look at me!" she yelled, when he did not respond.  
         "Yes, madam?" Alfonse asked carefully.  He lowered his hand. 
He opened his eyes.  He lifted his pistol a little and then, carefully,
he stowed it in his jacket.  He turned his head and, fearfully, he
allowed himself to meet the face of Esmelda.  The eyes.  They were
beautiful eyes.  Dark, like twin pools of night.  They were not glowing
now though, and he relaxed a little.  If he had been able to breathe he
would have given a sigh of relief.  But he was dead, as his two hosts
were.  "At least you are not hunters," Alfonse said, offering a weak
smile.
         "Nor you," Esmelda said.  She sat down in an empty chair across
from the two men, on the other side of a low coffee table.  "We have two
humans upstairs," Esmelda said.  "They are young.  Their blood is
sweet.  Would you like some?"
         "P- Perhaps later," Alfonse said, feeling quite exhausted now. 
This was the closet call he'd had with death, real death, since he'd met
a hunter in Russia.
         "It will restore you.  Clear your mind," Esmelda smiled.
         "If it's not tainted," Alfonse said.
         "Oh?" Esmelda asked.  She seemed not to understand, genuinely,
and in a show of friendship he said,
         "It is not uncommon to offer a victim to someone that has
tainted blood.  It's a way of controlling the mind."  Vlad looked at his
wife.
         "Lost knowledge," he said.  Esmelda nodded.
         "We do not know of such things five billion years in the
future," Esmelda said.  "Perhaps you can teach me the technique."
         "It would be my pleasure," Alfonse said.  A wraith vampire
drifted into the room, as if on the wind, but the air was perfectly
still in the house.  Alfonse started.  "What's that?" he cried.  Esmelda
did not have to turn.
         "It's a vampire, like ourselves.  But a race that is perhaps
closer to death than we are," Esmelda said.  "Wraith vampires are easier
to kill than we are.  Plasma rifles can kill them, unlike us, including
yourself I assume."
         "I do not like to discuss how I can be killed," Alfonse said.
         "We are immortal, of course," Esmelda told the man.
         "Really?" Alfonse asked.  His eyes widened.  Vlad shifted
slightly in his chair.
         "Yes," Esmelda assured the visitor.  The wraith vampire
withdrew, passing out again from the room.
         "It is an odd creature," Alfonse said, watching the wraith over
Esmelda's shoulder.
         "But useful," Esmelda assured the man.
         "That would explain the recent upsurge in deaths, then?"
Alfonse asked.
         "Yes," Esmelda said.  "We must feed, of course, and the wraiths
also."
         "It is causing a stir," Alfonse said.  "It's how I found you." 
He paused.  "How many of there are you here in Sun City?"
         "More every day," Esmelda said.  "We are coming from the
future."  Vlad leaned forward, his rifle put away now, taking a suddenly
increased interest in the conversation.
         "I have a machine," Vlad began.
         "Quiet!" Esmelda snapped.  Alfonse raised an eyebrow.
         "A machine?" he asked, too sharp to fail to see the couple's
sudden disagreement.  Esmelda turned again to the visitor.  She saw that
he was leaning forward, full of curiosity.  She relented.
         "It's a time machine," Esmelda said.  "It's bringing vampires
from the future."
         "Wraith vampires at the moment but perhaps ones like ourselves
as well," Vlad said.
         "The wraiths are easier to control," Esmelda said.  "God forbid
we should start bringing in the rot from Darkness City, but I suppose
we'll have to."
         "Your subjects, dear," Vlad said.
         "A time machine!" Alfonse said, his eyes brightening with
understanding.
         "Yes," Vlad said.
         "So you see, causing a stir, as you put it, is the least of our
concern," Esmelda told Alfonse.  "We're taking over this light-ridden
place."
         "Good God!" Alfonse cried.
         "You can help us," Vlad offered.
         "Help you?" Alfonse said.  "You're already breaching the
Masquerade!"
         "What's that?" Vlad asked.  Esmelda frowned.
         "Old knowledge," Esmelda snapped.  She turned to her husband. 
"It's a theory that vampires must be submissive."
         "Hidden," Alfonse corrected.  "Seen but unseen.  We must not
disturb the humans' world.  At least not in ways that they notice. 
Sucking the blood out of a dozen teens and leaving fang marks in their
necks, for instance."
         "Sorry about that.  The wraiths cannot conceal bite wounds as
we do," Vlad said.  "They're rather messier eaters.
         "I didn't conceal my own fang marks!" Esmelda roared.  Her eyes
began to glow again and she had to exert an effort to control it. 
Instead, as Alfonse trembled before her, she roared, "We have come to
conquer this fucking place!  We care nothing for your humans!"
         "But madam!" Alfonse began.  Esmelda rose.
         "This world is finished!" Esmelda said.  She pointed at Alfonse
and he drew back in his chair.  He wanted to reach again for his gun but
he saw, with the woman standing over him now, that it would have been
quite useless.  "I am going to be the queen of this place."
         "We don't have queens here in America, or in France either.  We
have presidents," Alfonse tried explaining.
         "Queen!" Esmelda insisted.  "Queen of earth.  And I am not
going to hide behind some foolish Masquerade, pretending to be a human. 
I am going to conquer, in the name of Darkness.  And I am going to
rule!" she said, balling her finger which was pointing at Alfonse into a
fist.  Suddenly she was not addressing the man any more, but the ceiling
of the apartment.  "Rule!" she shouted.  "All the world will be mine and
it will kneel to me, just as it kneels to me in the future, except I
want the whole thing now.  My sister is dead," she said, turning her
glare on Alfonse again, her eyes reddening now, and he unable to even
think of going for his gun.  "There is nothing to stop me now," she
said.  "You.  You will go out.  Find the hunters.  Track them down. 
Lure them to you.  Take the wraiths with you if you need them, more are
arriving every day.  You will do my bidding and you will not complain. 
Take what money you need, we are getting plenty of it.  Buy and bribe
and do what you need to in the human world.  That is your domain.  I
leave it to you.  I have no time to sport with these humans.  I am not
lowering myself to the level of food."
         "Yes.  Yes madam," Alfonse said.  Then, recovering a little of
himself, he asked, "Will there be a profit in it for me, madam?"
         "Profit?" Esmelda roared.  "It is a new world now.  A world of
darkness in which I am ruler.  I command you to go forth and take
control, in my name.  Kill the hunters, or bring them to me alive that I
may question them."  She turned, slightly, addressing the wall of her
apartment now.  "Start with the churches," she said.  "They must be
closed, and their priests brought under my control or killed.  Favor
places of sin and get them to stay open longer, that the people may
debauch themselves with reverie and not know what is happening around
them.  Liquor, drugs, these are our tools.  I want the food sloshed and
drunk, I want them incoherent."
         "Y- Yes, madam.  It is a very fine plan," Alfonse offered, awed
now by the power of the woman's presence.
         "Do it!" Esmelda said, turning on him again.  "Report back to
me in one week on your progress.  Unleash the wraiths!" she cried.  Two
wraiths appeared in the doorway to her apartment.  She addressed them. 
"Stop sleeping there in the next room.  Vlad has given you his drug to
protect you from the daylight.  Go forth!  Feed and wreak havoc!  Do not
fear the humans.  They cannot hurt you," she assured them.  "We will
take earth today.  We will wait no longer!"

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