Turning
into a vampire isn’t going to make you any smarter. That was the conclusion
that ended the meeting. Agros was plain stupid, as stupid as he was when a
mortal. He didn’t really break any rules. The gypsies were zombies, not human.
And they had camped just far enough away from the vampire nest to be game.
Morrison
and his two deputies stood up from the triangular conference table. They had
decided to hold a conclave at the clearing by the oak grove on the next full
moon. It’s easy to find. All parties would be invited to make peace. They’d go
over the rules and why the vampires would not be sanctioned. Maybe have each
side make some kind of peace offering, but nothing more than a well meaning
get-together.
Morrison’s
only concerns were the zombies. They didn’t act like zombies. Their brains
didn’t seem to be addled like is usual. During the fight they acted
individually, not the mindless throng they had always been finding. But
Morrison didn’t share his thoughts with the others.
“Who needs
zombies? Damn! Like if vampires weren’t enough.”
(To Be Continued.)
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