As soon as the pickup truck left, Guillem started walking toward Santa Ines once more using the main road to try and avoid the group of people that might still be congregated above in the far end of the stairs. He hid musket just as Alejandro showed him how to do it, so nobody would think it was there, hopefully it worked that time. It was a good opportunity to think through what just happened. He, a religious guy firing at people. His life, or dead or whatever being a vampire could be called, was reduced to going around shooting and killing people. To run around waiting for someone to attack his family and friends and then to come out guns blazing to defend it? Kill people that might just be confused with all the cheap speeches Cabrera was doing and then feeding from their blood. Even now he was feeling so much hunger it was hard to control himself.
As he was arriving to Santa Ines he saw as the same pickup truck pass him at full speed, there were many bad looking people sitting and screaming in the cargo area.
Sighing he followed them. To run at full speed again would only make him feel more and more hunger every time, but he had no alternative. The pickup truck went up this time toward the Santa Ines shopping centre, it was located in the edge between Santa Ines and the Los Samanes suburb. Guillem stopped next to some close trees from which he was able to see the thugs.
It was a total of 5 troublemakers that came down of the truck, three of them from the cargo area plus two sitting inside it, one of them was the Che Guevara clone. They separated and each one went to a different shop and started trying to force them open.
Once they managed to break into the stores Guillem hid the musket in the tree and took his pistol. He approached the place trying not to be seen, first he went toward the bread shop where one of the thugs went in, as soon as he entered he saw as the guy ran and hid behind one of the counters, but as soon as he saw Guillem pointing at him with the pistol, the thug just came out crawling and crying.
“Please buddy, do not shoot me! Here, I am now unarmed.” He sad dropping a knife, but Guillem just closed in and put the pistol on his forehead.
“Those bitches forced me to do this, it is not my fault.” Guillem kept aiming at his head.
“Come on, you know how these things are. Yes? A woman comes in and says that we will now work for her and that she has the backup of the president, you cannot say no, can you?” He said crying, but Guillem kept silent and aiming at his head.
“Please! For God's sake!” Guillem shot him.
“God sent me to take care of rubbish like you. You always had the option to say no and be a man.” Guillem said.
As soon as he saw the blood, he could only thing on drinking it, on tasting that divine red fluid. He felt as his hunger controlled him once again despite his efforts to control himself, so he jumped to the still alive warm body and bit and tore the flesh open, and then drank his blood until there was not even one drop left.
By the time he regained his self control the thug's body was completely destroyed. Guillem saw at the remains with a smile and he did not care, this was his new role in life anyway although he knew he had to learn to control himself so he could kill and eat in a more sane way.
He got up, reloaded his weapon and went to the shop next door. It was a small dry cleaning store. He entered it silently and shot the intruder on the back, but the thug moved aside at the last moment making the bullet just graze him on the right shoulder. With an agility that he had never seen before, the guy ran and hid at the back of the store between the hanging clothes. Guillem tried to find him for a while and when he finally did it, he took his sword and charged at him. Somehow the thug managed to dodge his attack receiving just a small cut and ran outside before Guillem could react. Given the situation, Guillem ran out of there at full speed and back to the tree where he left his musket to pick it up.
The thug was bleeding profusely and yelling asking for help, Guillem used the opportunity to take a shot at the guy with the musket, hurting him on the chest before he managed to hide behind a short wall. The others came out of the shops firing at the tree where he was hiding, Guillem fired his second shot at the wounded guy as he received multiple shots once and again, he tried to fix his body as he had done before, he could see the bullets expelled from his body dropping to the floor just next to his feet, but it was too much the damage he was receiving so before going unresponsive he ran away from the tree as quickly as possibly.
He ran as much and as far as he could and finally sat in a shadow in a small green park in Santa Ines. He was starving and had exceeded his capabilities again, his legs were not able to run fast any more. He leaned back against a tree, closed his eyes and waited, trying not to think about anything.
Half an hour later the Ford Explorer arrived and Guillem boarded it. He had to have a talk with Sebastian about the recent developments.
Once they arrived home Guillem looked every where until he finally found Sebastian praying in the little chapel.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Give me a second, let me finish my prayers.” A few minutes later. “I can see you are starving. First, eat.” He called the girls and asked them to bring another vagabond.
The girls came back a few minutes later dragging a cart with another vagabond. Guillem fed from him until he was satisfied and had fixed all the damage done to his body, leaving a couple bullets lying on the floor. He really missed the divine pleasure that was to drink human blood.
As soon as he finished feeding he turned back to Sebastian and started talking.
“This is not working for me.” He told Sebastian.
“What do you mean?” He asked with a very threatening voice.
“I am not a warrior, I can barely use the weapons you gave me. I need more practice to do this.”
“I was expecting you to say that. It have been like it from the beginning. Do you know that after what you did today to them, they are just going to send more people with bigger weapons? You have to destroy the head of the group to buy your suburb some time while you get to understand your new powers.”
“And how am I supposed to do that? Magic? Today I saw a guy dressed like the Che Guevara, he was bossing the thugs around.”
“Then he is your target. Follow him, see what he does and then find out the best way to take him out.”
“And how can I follow him? I still do not know how to hide like you and besides I am basically dead during the day.”
“You ARE dead and how you do it is your problem. I will provide you with any resources you need. But you have to learn not to depend on me to know what to do or how to do it.”
“Hmm. I am perfectly capable of doing it by myself. Thank you for nothing! Tomorrow tell your people to drop me off in the freeway, on the entrance to the suburb El Canaote and tell Alejandro to go see me later tonight.” Guillem turned around and left the place.
He went straight to the armoury to get more ammunition and then went to his room to keep practising how to hide objects on himself, the ability would be helpful the next night. He saw the same blond girl with milky skin he had met on his first night there walking through the corridor in her sexy underwear as usual and called her.
“Hey, sweety, can you come?”
“Of course master.”
“Do not call me like that, the only master is God.”
“And Sebastian and now you. You are Gods, you are immortal.”
“You are really lost, don't you? Anyway, be happy. I hid something on myself, a pistol. Can you find it?”
She began touching his body and he felt as her hands went straight down to his penis.
“Hey! I am talking about a real pistol.”
“I am sorry master, I just thought.” She kept touching him all over his body, even placing her hands on the pistol, but finally she said “No master, I cannot find it.”
“You sure? You even touched it.”
“Hmm. No, nothing.” She said searching again.
“Well, I have learned to do this right then.”
; “Do you want something else from me master? I can feed you or maybe I can offer some sex?” She said blushing.
“No girl. Now leave.”
“I hope I did not bother you.” She said falling on her knees with tears on her eyes.
“No sweet child.” Guillem told her as he knelt in front of her. “I did not want to make you feel bad.” He took her face holding it within his hands. “I just want to be alone by now, can you tell me your name?”
“Monica.” She said crying. “May I kiss your hands?”
“You can call me Guillem.” He answered Guillem as he kissed her in her forehead. “I am not your master, I am your friend. But this is between us, ok?”
Monica got up with a huge smile and ran away. Guillem smiled impressed with these girls innocence. He had seen so much innocence in only a few religious people he had met and his friends of course. He got up from the floor, took his weapon out and left it on the bedside table, changed his clothes and lay down on his bed. The sun was about to come out, he was starting to get agitated.
“Hey little princess, may I come in?” Alejandro said from just outside his room, he still looked older, but was otherwise completely recovered.
“Of course bitch, how are you feeling?”
“Obviously fine, why should I be otherwise?” He said blinking his right eye.
“Ok, so be it. I need you to do something for me during the day. There is a guy I saw tonight dressed as Che Guevara close to El Canaote. I need you to stay around the place and see if you can find him, maybe even follow him. I will need any information you can have for me by tomorrow night.”
“I have no problem, but El Canaote is outside of our territory, none of us is allowed to go in there. I am happy to stay close to the entry and follow him if he comes out during the day.”
“Fine for me. So El Canaote is out of the territory? What happen if you get out of it?”
“Sorry, the problem is not getting out. Is going into El Canaote, that suburb is another vampire's territory.”
“Can't you get into someone else's territory?”
“No, Sebastian wouldn't allow us. So far they respect ours so we do not want to break the truce.”
“Fair enough. Does that prohibition extends to me?”
“Did Sebastian tell you anything?”
“No.”
“Well, it should apply to you as well. If I were you, I would ask him.”
“Will do it, now leave me alone. I am feeling agitated and need to sleep.”
“Yes little princess, see you later today.”
“See you later bitch.”
The next night he got up, washed, changed clothes and went out. The Ford Explorer and Alejandro were waiting for him outside.
“First take me to the La Guadalupe church. I have a long overdue visit to do there.”
“Yes sir.” Answered the driver.
Alejandro got into the back of the van together with him.
“So?”
“Saw your friend. At about 3pm, he looked all trashed up as if he just woke up, went straight to a kiosk that was selling empanadas and ate a few. Have you seen a lady called Marta Roca?”
“The Cabrera fan?”
“Yes, she picked him up in a small motorcycle and took him to Las Mercedes. They went to a cachapa restaurant and sat at a table, I managed to find a table there just next to them and overhear some of their conversation. They were talking about the commander getting all stressed up with the Che's failure, then she told him he had to make everything right without fault and what might be more important, they agreed he would do it tonight and Marta demanded him to take care of it in person.”
“Excellent, thank you Alejandro. Something else?”
“Not really, from there they separated and our Che walked around vandalising anything he could get his hands onto.”
They took Guillem to the church, it was located in Las Mercedes just next to the high school in which he had studied. He covered his head with the hood and went into the church to pray. Almost an hour later he saw a priest that used to be his history teacher passing next to him and thought about calling him. But what could he say? “Sorry father because I have sinned, in the past few days I died and came back as a creature that goes against anything that is divine in this world. I have shot other people, killing a few. I feed from their blood and consider them cattle.”. He just got up and left the place.
Alejandro and the others took him back to El Canaote's entry.
“Do you need help?” Alejandro asked him. “What are you planning on doing?”
“I do not think I will need any help. I am planning on taking out only the leader by ambushing him up the road, hopefully by doing it that way I will be able to avoid any major confrontation. Can you lend me your mobile phone? And give me a number where I can locate you just in case.”
“Of course.” He said handing him over a rather old and simple mobile. “Call us if you have any issue, we will keep doing some rounds around the territory anyway.”
As soon as they left him, he started walking toward a bench and sat there for a couple hours. A few vagrants went by him, but left him alone. Finally he saw as a group of old pickup trucks came out of El Canaote, at the front of them was a motorcycle that looked like a Harley Davidson which was driven by Che.
Guillem got up and ran up the mountain toward Santa Ines, getting ahead of the group of thugs. There he waited on the side of the road hidden in the dark for them to approach. As soon as Che passed by him he ran toward him charging at over 60km/h and knocking him out of the bike. Both of them fell off the cliff next to the road where both managed to hold on from a couple of trees just a few metres downhill and stop the fall.
Guillem saw how Che hid behind a few trees as he was yelling “Call Marta!” and “What the hell are you?”. Guillem took out his pistol and fired at him, he commanded his blood to repair the damage his body received in the fall. His shots just bounced harmlessly off the trees, but instead Che fired back at him with what seemed like a small machine gun, with the burst hitting Guillem on the left arm.
He dropped the pistol and charged through the trees with his sword in hand as his body kept repairing itself. He reached and attacked Che in one swift movement, but Che managed to parry his attack using a knife he drew. Annoyed Guillem dropped the sword and tried to grapple Che, but he used the opportunity and pushed Guillem back making him fall a few feet down the cliff before Guillem managed once more to stop his fall by holding on to a few trees. Che ran downhill towards him and kicked him with all his strength on the top of the head making him fall a few more meters, landing on the roof of a house of the El Canaote suburb. His body was still repairing itself from all the damage received in the past few minutes and he could hear the bullets expelled from his arm when they fell to the metallic roof where he was standing.
He got up, took his musket from its sheath and aimed it at Che, who was climbing back up. His first shot hit a tree just next to Che's head, but his second shot hit him directly in the back. Che fell all the way down and landed unconscious in a blood pool on the same roof just next to the place where Guillem was standing.
The view of all that blood, plus his hunger and all the anger he felt toward someone so despicable as to be attacking his defenceless family, made him loose control once more. He leaped at the still warm corpse and began biting, tearing his meat and draining all the blood and life that was left in it. He enjoyed dismembering it piece by piece. Finally when he was satisfied and relaxed enough, Guillem get back his self control and smiled at what he had just done.
The whole roof was covered in blood and body pieces. The blood was dripping down from the sides of it and he could hear people talking below it. Guillem went slowly to the side of the roof to see who was there and found a big group of people which pointed at him as soon as they saw him. A few of them caught his eye immediately, they were predators just like him, he could feel it and they could feel him as well. Guillem felt a huge and uncontr
ollable fear as these predators seemed to grow in size and become even more fearsome. Guillem ran back to the cliff and started climbing it back up to Santa Ines as fast as he could, after a few meters he looked back and saw as the fearsome predators jumped to the roof he had just left and rushed toward him. They reached him easily as he tried unsuccessfully to climb.
When he saw himself surrounded he turned toward the vampires with the intention of defending himself, but they were prepared and stabbed him with a wooden stake before he could react. As he felt the stake going through his heart, his body turned off and he dropped into the Guaire river once more.
The darkness grows
Guillem opened his eyes. He found himself in a small unit of about 3 by 3 metres, hanging from the ceiling by very thick chains. A group of three thugs were standing in front of him, one of them holding a wood stake in his hands and smiling. They were covered in dirt and tattoos with white skin colour and dark black dirty hair, all of them were wearing black jeans and biker leather jackets, except one . Guillem tried to break free, but his body was not responding, there was no more energy in his system and his skin was all wrinkled and corpse looking.
“So you are Sebastian's little child?” One of the guys said, my name is Camilo and I am your blood brother.
“My brother? What do you mean? I have no brothers.”
“Sebastian is my sire as well. But I guess he has been better to you than to me.”
“Let me go, I have better things to do that to be here talking with you.”
“We will let you go, but first. We saw what you did with that sad gang leader dressed as the Che. Nice job, thank you for taking him out for us. Come in boy.” A young guy dressed as the Che Guevara came in, he was still cleaning some of the blood from the clothes he had taken from the old Che's corpse. “Say hi to our new and improved Che Guevara, he is going to prove very useful for us now that the position is vacant.”
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