approached the edge and its eyes connected with the vampire down below. A slight movement of his right hand he commanded it to jump. The poodle managed to get itself onto a nearby wicker chair and launched itself over the five-story balcony, with its legs flailing all the way down. It tumbled like a misshapen snowball. It hit the cobblestones with a squeak as the life and air was forced out of it, and it was quite amusing to the biters. Its blood flowed into a nearby puddle. “ And that’s how you make a doggie pancake.” Stephen was proud of himself.
They five had spent part of the day at the Alcazar of Toledo and the medieval Alcazar of Segovia near the Guadarrama mountains, a beautiful stone fortification, with part of the impressive castle resembling the bow of a ship. The castle was out on a rocky bluff above the convergence of the rivers Eresma and Clamores. They were impressed with the Hall of Ajimeces and its works of art. Dracula had considered it one of the great structures of the world at one point, but presently the Master didn’t consider much of anything. Stephen had grown up there as a boy and had been transformed into a vampire three weeks after his twenty-first birthday. Although he was going home, he was so wrapped up in the glory that was to come that he couldn’t enjoy it. It was a time of restless anticipation. “ Why the hell are we making so much noise? Why don’t we just sneak up on this guy and attack him?” Luke was also anxious to get things going. He was the last one that had been turned, and normally would have been the low biter, but he was second only to the leader because of his ability. Without his talent it would be impossible to track Dracula. Stephen looked at him with cold eyes as he had explained it all before. “We don’t want to sneak up on this guy. He’s too powerful. We’ll attempt to show him some respect, initially.” “ And you’re sure he knows the location?” Noah asked. “ He has the information but getting it is something else. He’s an experienced fighter and that worries me. It’s not gonna do us any good if we all get killed here.” “ Where is he now?” Stephen asked Luke. “ Who?” “ Who the hell do you think?” “ Oh, give me a second.” Luke stopped and cocked his head as a dog would and concentrated. His eyelashes fluttered as he went into himself. A small part of his soul traveled up into the dark sky. “He’s still in Canada. Still in Moncton. As a matter of fact, he appears to be in the same location that he was two months ago. I don’t even think he goes outside. Seems a bit strange.” Matt snapped his fingers and pointed at Luke. “That is so cool. What’s it like? How do you do it? I can’t do it. I’ve tried to do it but I get nothing.” “ It’s like being able to control a dream, and for the few of us that do have the ability it’s not easy. I had to study maps, terrain. Geography can be a bitch when it’s a necessary thing. It doesn’t help to look down on a city that you don’t recognise. I can place my sight almost as high as a satellite looking down, or go as low as ten feet off the ground. Why my vision always searches out the master I don’t know. He appears as a red beacon from a distance, a small oval blob. ” “ If some of us bite the big one in there, we have to make sure that it’s not Luke, otherwise if Dracula decides to move we’re screwed.” Joshua shook his head. “So the rest of us are expendable?” Stephen smiled. “I didn’t say that. I thought it but I didn’t say it.”
Zacharia sat on his sturdy antique chair with the red velvet seat, and it looked as if he was sitting on a thrown. His sword of choice was a magnificent weapon adorned with dragons and bats that had been forged specifically for him. It’s sleek and slender blade appeared to be right out of a fantasy or science fiction movie, but it was no prop as it had removed over a dozen vampire heads.