Vampires
“I remember seasons and the sun.” Jeremiah reminisced.
“I don’t care what others think, I like the way it is now. “ Utheus walked towards the window and looked out. “Who knew it was just a matter of time til the world would be ours. I never celebrated again like the day the clouds were pronounced permanent. ‘The human race has gone too far, pollution permanently blocks out sun’ remember that headline?”
“How could I forget? Sitting in Cape Town, South Africa sipping Rooibos tea. The last known wilderness colonized. I watched the deforestation of the Congo, thinking to myself how disillusioned Livingston would be. In fact that headline was from the Cape Sun.” Jeremiah said.
Utheus chuckled in amusement, “They all blamed the West, didn’t they. The devil made me do it.”
Jeremiah chuckled then returned to his somber mood. “Who’s laughing now though. Now we walk free. Eat and take as we please.”
A soft, dream like voice began to sing-song out an old rhyme from the west corner of the room. “Clouds that never rain.” Sarah rose from where she had been siting quietly. “Dark and heavy in the sky. Where have all my winters gone. Snowflakes now the myth of days gone by.”
Utheus interrupted her poetry reciting, “Gone away the life giving sunlight, to caress a forever new life.” His voice began to quicken and sharpen, “From which all new horrors abound, creatures strike without warning or sound. They don’t pray to a God they have no longer found.”
“Innocence dies the moment it’s born, during this new Spring forlorn.” Sarah retorted.
“No one cares of your stupid poetry.” Utheus stood his ground. “All these years have passed. Do you still think anyone cares? They are just pointless observations put to rhyme. Why do you even pretend to have emotions?”
“I’d like to see you tell Elizabeth to stop speaking in the manner she’s accustomed.” Sarah defended herself.
“It’s a big house.” Utheus walked towards her. “Go spout your poetry on the south end.”
“I invited her.” Jeremiah was uninterested in the new turn of events. “I grow ever tired of your boorish monotony. Why don’t we go out for a hunt, like the old days?”
“Not much sport in it.” Utheus remarked as if it was too boring to even consider.
A cheery English accent rang out, “Well, we should make sport of it again.” Elizabeth walked into the room. She was enthused at the prospect. “Bare our teeth a little and scare the life back into them. It’s bound to be a spot of fun.”
“A vampire uprising?” Jeremiah glanced in wicked amusement at Utheus.
Utheus’ smirk showed his approval, “After they rid the world of God? Whatever will they think? Vampires exist?”
“Yes. It’s TOO splendidly delicious.” Elizabeth smiled.
“Only the smallest fringe in the world still even know what a vampire is.” Sarah glanced out the window and sighed.
“Brainwashed sheep.” Utheus remarked. “And I’m just in the mood for some lamb chops.” He took a deep breath and licked his lips mockingly at Sarah, “Served rare.”
Elizabeth giggled.
“In or out Sarah.” Jeremiah demanded. “This is why I asked you here.”
“Out!” Sarah turned to storm out of the room.
Elizabeth’s smile turned deadly, showing off her gleaming teeth. She grabbed Sarah by the wrists, pulling them behind her back. Utheus walked up from the front and grasped Sarah’s head firmly. Even with Sarah’s struggling it took them both little effort to bend her over the end table next to the chair she had been sitting. Jeremiah pulled the sword they’d concealed in the umbrella holder. In one swift motion it was over. Sarah’s decapitated body wriggled and wreathed under Elizabeth’s hands.
Utheus let out a sigh of relief as he dropped the head to the ground.
“Dress her in this.” Jeremiah handed over an old outfit that belonged to Jules.
“Why are we dressing her as male?” Elizabeth inquired.
Jeremiah had picked up Sarah’s head and began cutting the hair shoulder length. “Because of you and Jules eating that kid two months ago, i saw Ryder out on the hunt. He was at the edge of the plantation.”
“We’re lucky she has such small breasts.” Utheus remarked as he dressed the naked corpse. “She’ll pass perfectly for a guy.”