They are not there … They are inoue—Jean-Charles and Niki Pommier soon discover that things are no different in the urban sprawl of a major city than anywhere else in the world. The very first day in their new home they encounter a troublesome, unruly band of misfits driving around the neighborhood in a black van. Curious about their anti-social behavior Jean-Charles follows them about Westwood secretly taking notes and photos of their activities. His findings are unexpected and earthshattering. They are Nomads (hostile, wandering spirits), and his interest in them has now turned their attention in his direction. The hunter has become the hunted and poor Jean-Charles must attempt to flee from the Nomads before it’s too late.
We serve them. At the expense of all others. At the expense of everything and everyone, including ourselves. Our unrelenting, unquestioning servitude. Our complete and utter obedience. Depraved, tormented souls. Infected and afflicted. We are addicted to them. We crave them.
I, Jonathan Harker, am one of those who serve them to the exclusion of all else. I am one of their travel agents—a euphemism for lackey. There is no sin that I would not commit in their service.
Not sentient. Animate corpses. Devoid of personal hygiene or any affectation of affluence, opulence, or wealth. Filthy and infested. They are the antithesis of mainstream Vampires in Creation. Yet, just like their pristine well-heeled mainstream counterparts, they possess immense wealth, and with it the great influence that it buys.
Using their almost limitless finances, we facilitate their passage from city to city, from planet to planet, from universe to universe. We help them devour entire human races. In reward to us, they feed upon us—we are their junkies and they are our narcotic. They are the locusts of the Vampires. They are the eaters of worlds.
As long as I get my regular fix, I can look normal enough to pass when the necessity arises, for example, when I’m required to carry on their business dealings unabated. Although, when I am passing, if you look deep enough into my eyes and pay the closest attention you will notice that certain neediness. The neediness of an addict. Always one fix away from oblivion.
When it’s not needed for us to pass, we’re allowed to wallow in the squalor and filth of their depravity and degradation. It’s our well-deserved and much anticipated reward—anticipated with very bated breath. They feed upon us while we wallow. They allow us to feed alongside them upon humans as food. The pack is more than just the Vampire them. The pack is also human us—lackeys like myself—pathetic, addicted, wretches whose sanity and humanity has been ripped asunder by our Masters the Hidden Ones.
We live to serve. We serve to live.
Previously, somewhere between Mondo’s world and Becky’s, after her horrendous flaying in the OIG in the Vatican. Her consciousness is here, her broken dead [soon to be resurrected for the umpteenth time] body is somewhere else …
“The deal’s still on the table. Will be for the rest of your immortal life.”
“No thanks. I prefer to keep my soul. Besides, you have nothing murderous to offer me in its stead that I can’t already do without such a grievous forfeiture as that.”
The usual witty banter between Him [i.e. His likeness] and her [i.e. her avatar]. You’d think that they were an old married couple. And in a sense, you would be right.
“But you know how much I like to barter. You can’t expect me to ever give up on you.”
“Cut to the chase. I have places to be. No doubt at the impatient behest of some old biddy or biddies.”
“But you can’t be sure.”
“Of course I can. Who else would ply me with candy [i.e. the lethal flaying] and then yank me unceremoniously out of the here and now to send me somewhere else? None that I can think of … Luke …”
She smiles impishly. She knows just how much He is annoyed when she calls Him so colloquially as that. His poker face conceals His annoyance completely, though.
Of all the things to call Him. All those delicious Biblical references available to choose from that He so enjoys. Including … Abaddon (destroying angel), as found in Revelation 9:11. Angel of the bottomless pit, in Revelation 9:11. Apollyon (destroyer), in Revelation 9:11. Accuser of our brethren (complainer against those who believe in God), Revelation 12:10. Adversary (opponent), 1st Peter 5:8. Angel of light (messenger of light), 2nd Corinthians 11:14. Antichrist (opponent of the Messiah), 1st John 4:3. Beelzebub (the dung god, ruler of the demons), Luke 11:15. Belial (worthlessness), 2nd Corinthians 6:15. Dragon, Great dragon, Serpent of old, Revelation 12:7 – 9. Enemy (the hateful, hostile one), Wicked One (evil one), Matthew 13:38 – 39. The god of this world (god of this age), 2nd Corinthians 4:3 – 4. Great fiery red dragon (serpent), Revelation 12:3. Lucifer (morning star), Isaiah 14:12. Man of sin (man of offence), son of perdition (son of destruction), 2Thessalonians 2:3 – 4. Murderer, Liar (a falsifier), Father of lies, John 8:44. Power of darkness (power of obscurity), Colossians 1:13. Prince of the power of the air (ruler who has authority over air), Ephesians 2:1 – 2. Rulers of the darkness of this world (world ruler of obscurity in this age), Ephesians 6:12. Ruler of this world (prince of this world), John 12:31. Serpent (snake), Genesis 3:1, 2Corinthians 11:3. Tempter (the tester, one who entices), Matthew 4:3. Thief (stealer), John 10:9 – 10.
And she, practicing a woman’s prerogative, chooses to call Him … Luke …
“I need you to do a boon for me.”
“Need or want?”
“No it isn’t. I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“I would like you to do a favor for me.”
“You’re not going to ask me why I want you to do this favor for me?” He arches His right eyebrow as He asks the question. His usual tell in such matters [i.e. when He’s asking a rhetorical question].
“If I asked, you would lie to me.”
Now it’s His turn to break out His most wolfish grin. I just must have this girl, she’s the cat’s pajamas, He thinks to Himself.
“I want you to solve a murder, and not be cute about it.”
“You’ll figure that out for yourself. I have faith in you.”
“And, if I fail to do so on all counts?”
“Then you’ll owe me one.”
She’s doesn’t even pause a wink to consider the grave consequences that will befall her if she accepts His all-or-nothing proposition and fails to deliver. Because, irregardless of the outcome, her soul will not be forfeit.
They shake [hands] on it. As binding an agreement as one of His usual contracts. The kind of contracts written and signed in blood—the blood of the signatory.