Chapter 79: Guests of Vampire
"Thomas! Don’t tell me the immortality you promised is to become the disgusting Undead!" Hannah was the first to lash out.
"Relax, Hannah. There’s more to the story." Eleanor said.
"You should tell us now. Otherwise, I would like to excuse myself." Paul Avery said.
"So am I." Benedict Lockley nodded.
"Me as well." Joe Tennant said.
"As am I." Terry Smith nodded.
Oliver Jillian, the Mayor, was rather silent. Isabella also held her tongue and watched everything unfolded.
"I am already an Undead." Eleanor said.
"What? You can’t be. You’re too..." Paul said.
Eleanor approached Paul and ran her finger on his cheek. "Beautiful, am I right?"
The Director of Enthrall Institute blushed a little bit. Seducing was like a second nature to these vampires. It probably because of Dracula’s high Charisma Skill.
"We are Undead. But not those lowly Mindless Infected. Or those Pale Undead. Some of you might not hear of them before. Pale Undead is exactly like a normal Undead but they retain their mind." Thomas said.
"Then what are you?" Hannah frowned.
Louis led the Undead guards to approach them.
"We are vampires. Predators of the night. An Immortal Race of Undead." Louis said.
He opened his mouth. His fangs shot out. So did Thomas and Eleanor.
"We feast on blood as it gives us power and forever youth. As for those lowly Undead, they couldn’t disobey us."
Louis wagged his finger at an Undead and it jumped up and down like a puppet.
"You should consider yourselves lucky. Our Prince has decided to close the book for newcomers. So there will be no First Generation anymore. Only second generation and below."
"What does that even mean? I know it is our organization name but..." Isabella said.
"Why don’t we continue this conversation inside?" Louis stepped aside.
The guests looked at each other. They were interested. Each of them had a reason to seek immortality.
Isabella because of her jealousy and fear of aging.
Paul Avery was because of his fear of death and he also had a deadly disease inside him.
Terry Smith didn’t have any heir to take over his stock empire.
Benedict Lockley was facing a hostile take over from another company and he couldn’t entrust his children to protect the company.
Joe Tennant missed an arm and a leg because of war. He was using wooden prosthetics at the moment.
Oliver Jillian was hungry for power. Even more power than the current Mayor position gave him.
As for Hannah Reid, she was a person of art. And the more time she had on this world, the more art she could witness and create.
They were all crazy or in need of a miracle at the moment. Thomas and Eleanor came to them and offered exactly a solution.
None of them refused to go inside. They followed the vampires into the City of Ghosts.
The place was both eerie and magnificent. The road was paved by expensive beautiful tiles. The trees were cared for and each conformed to an exact shape.
There were many impressive structures around. They saw a beautiful garden with countless tombstones. A huge barracks where the Undead soldiers stayed. A tower that was taller than any building they had seen.
Most importantly, a statue stood in the front of the White Castle. A statue of Dracula.
"That is..." Isabella widened her eyes.
"That is our Prince. Count Dracula." Thomas said.
"How can someone achieve such wonders without anyone knows about it?" Joe said.
This place must have cost quite a lot of wealth and time to build. But Anglas never even heard about this place. All they knew was that the Field of Ghosts was where the Undead stayed.
"With Father, anything is possible." Eleanor smiled.
They finally entered the White Castle. They were each assigned a room. Vampire servants took care of their needs and served them.
These were Second and Third Generation Vampires, made by Delilah and her vampire children. Each vampire looked like a movie star with perfect hair, perfect skin, and a perfect attitude.
Terry couldn’t help but take a few deep looks at the female vampire that was helping him. He was charmed by her beauty.
"Are you married, girl? Do you want to earn some money?" Terry said.
The vampire chuckled. She helped him dress properly for the ball.
"If you’re truly becoming a First Generation, then your words are my command, Master Smith."
Terry lunged at her to hug her. But the vampire servant already disappeared.
A voice came from behind him, "But you aren’t yet, Master Smith. Impress our lord and lady and maybe you can have it."
Terry licked his lips. "I will, little thing. I will."
"I’ll wait for you at the servant quarter later then."
Similar scenarios happened throughout the White Castle. Each guest was enamored by how beautiful and seductive the vampires were.
Isabella finished her dressing quickly. She noticed that the people here used very traditional clothing. It felt like she was in a Royal Court or something. Her eyes darted over to the female vampire servant.
"What is your name, girl?" Isabella said.
"I am Alyssa, Lady de la Cour."
"You’re so pretty. If you’re in Luandon, you would have become a star."
"My role is here with the Pale Lady and the Prince of Blood. They gave me reborn. I was just a walking skin sack before they turned me." Alyssa said. "I will never leave them. Unless they want me to."
"Can I see?" Isabella said.
Alyssa smiled. She knew what Isabella wanted to confirm. All women would. The vampire unbuttoned her dress and let it drop down on the ground.
Isabella approached her. Her eyes glittered with admiration and fanaticism. She ran her hand on Alyssa’s body like she was examining a sculpture, gentle and sincere.
The singer walked around her and took every aspect of her body.
"Your body is perfect. It is even more perfect than me."
Alyssa put her dress back on. "It won’t be for long, Lady de la Cour. If you impress our Masters, you will become the First Generation. Powerful, beautiful, influential."
"Teach me. Teach me how to impress them. If I become a First Generation, I will not forget you."
"Well. If that’s what you’re offering."