William's Tale (20 page)

Authors: Regina Morris

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #United States, #African American, #Vampires, #cia, #Humor, #Vampire, #Paranormal, #Romance, #Suspense, #president

His head hit the President’s knee and caused more searing pain. Daniel lay on the floor of the Beast as it sped from the auditorium and entered the streets under police escort. Blood poured from his wound onto the President’s pants and soiling the floor. He detected two bullets, but didn’t know if the President was also hit.

The President pulled himself into one of the seats. “I’m fine,” he said repeatedly. The man’s face was white with fright and Daniel heard the man’s speeding heart rate. He heard every human heart beat in the car. His eyes blackened and his fangs extended to their full–length. He needed to feed. Feed, or die.

Daniel listened as the President continued to proclaim he was fine. Relief washed over Daniel. He had done his job. But if someone didn’t remove the President from within his reach, Harriman would be his next meal.

Sulie inspected the President and declared him healthy. She had been the President’s private physician for his entire tenure, just like she had been for all the presidents since Lincoln. She was another member of The COLONY, a covert team of vampires who have protected presidents for well over a century. She was also a vampire, just like Daniel. She moved from the President and now sat next to her fallen team member on the floor. “Daniel,” she began, “I need you to look at me. Focus on me.”

Daniel’s initial aged appearance had been in his late sixties. His purple vampire blood pooled on the floor. The blood darkened, his body growing old before their eyes. In the moments since he had been shot, he had aged ten years.

Sulie leaned over, sealing the entry point in his jaw with a lick, but Daniel knew the wound was bad. The determined, yet sad, expression on Sulie’s face told him as much.

“You can see his jawbone,” Brandon the COLONY Director said.

Daniel’s eyesight began fading, but he looked over to Brandon. He was human. He had blood in his body. Blood that Daniel needed.

“It will heal,” Sulie insisted. “The bullet is lodged in him. It’ll work itself out soon.”

Daniel counted the number of syringes of human blood Brandon injected into him. He felt the human red blood pouring out his wound and knew it was mixing with the dark purple pool on the floor.

“We need more blood,” Sulie cried out.

Weakness overpowered Daniel, and he could no longer see. Brandon injected another syringe of blood into Daniel’s thigh. The hiss of the syringe was slight compared with the sound of Brandon’s beating heart.

Before he lost consciousness, Daniel managed to say, “I really loved my life.”

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