Book 6: Chapter 12
“I…” A number of responses ran through Kay’s head, immediate denial, accusations, questions about her sanity, and more. The look in her eyes was dead serious, which removed some of the questions about her sanity at least, and as excitable and chaotic as Zeia could be, Kay’s experience was that it was usually well thought out chaos. “Why?”
“Do you know what my goal is?”
“The permanent removal of all vampyr from existence.”
“No, it’s… Oh. Yeah, alright, that fits. Do you know what the smaller goal necessary to achieve the main goal that I’m focusing on is?”
“Based on the questions you’ve asked me and the projects you’re involved in, you want to figure out how to inoculate people against being transformed into vampyr so that they can’t reproduce.”
Zeia let out a rueful chuckle. “It is kind of obvious, isn’t it? Whatever, it isn’t like I’m keeping anything secret. Yes, that’s what I’m aiming for. Technically, if we killed every single vampyr before they can spread their curse, or infection, or whatever it is to others then they’ll be dead permanently as a kind, but that’s pretty unfeasible. Eventually we’ll kill them all, but not in the kind of coordinated, widespread way we’d need to prevent any further victims from turning into insane monsters.”
“It’s more likely that it’ll turn into a protracted hunt to search out and destroy the smarter or less crazy ones, the ones that will run and hide and plot instead of charging out to meet any threat or exposing themselves by glutting on blood.” Kay agreed. “They’d lurk in hidden places and at least some of the ones that survive will infect others as time pass. There’d be years or decades of more victims, there would be less of them, but people would still suffer.”
“Exactly! No one’s going to stop wiping out any vampyr they encounter, certainly not the Order or the Crusade, but the sooner we come up with a cure, a vaccine, something to help those that are bitten and not helped before its too late the less people that will suffer needlessly.” She turned her face away as it flashed with a look of deep and long-term hurt.
“A family member?” Kay asked gently.