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			 THE PRINCE OF HOUSE VLADD


				 CHAPTER 4

				  BOOK 3


				 BY ARTHUR





For the rest of the night, the small group of friends sat, talked, drank
and laughed, most of the watchers down in the cellar had not known who
Peter was until the end of the savage fight and even fewer thought he had
much of a chance, the Twins finally revealed that they had bet heavily on
Peter and had made a lot of cash from the win, while he could understand
their confidence in his ability, Peter felt a little ashamed about them
making money from those who had not known who he was.

As they made their way home after their night out, Peter checked to make
sure he had the time and date correct for a meeting with Jake and his pack,
they had a lot of rebuilding to do and needed a little more financial
support to continue, most of what they had done so far was still awaiting
payment so for now he was caught short of cash, too Peter it was not really
a problem, Jake and his pack had stuck with them through good times and
bad, they had become like a second family too Peter.

With the Twins heading to bed, Peter went up to his own rooms, he was not
expecting Swiftwing to return for another day or so, as he walked into the
office, he instantly recognised the faint smell of fresh flowers and sage,
Swiftwing had got home early, he found his lover asleep in bed, a faint
smile on his youthful lips, Peter's reaction was instant, using all his
many abilities, Peter found himself naked in the bed in less than a second,
as his weight hit the mattress, Swiftwing opened his eyes and smiled.

"I couldn't wait for the plane; I've been away from you for too long."

Peter sank into the open arms and let nature take its course, there were
days of making up to do and, after his fight, he felt the need to get rid
of any excess energy and Swiftwing was the best outlet for that, that he
could think of.

It was a week later that Swiftwing was called to his first official council
meeting, when he returned two days later, Peter could see he was worried
over something, giving Swiftwing time to settle after the long flight,
Peter waited for him to start talking about what was worrying him, what he
was too hear sent chills down his spine.

Peter became more and more alarmed as Swiftwing disclosed what he found
out, there had been a large number of raids on outlying areas of many of
the isolated farming communities, while the raids may have looked to be for
cash or goods, there was one thing that really alarmed all concerned, at
each raid, numbers of young men had disappeared, for most of them there was
only a small patch of blood left with no bodies to be seen, at the last
count it was revealed that there were now forty young men missing or dead
but no bodies.

Peter and Swiftwing called for the others that were still awake to join
them for a meeting to try and solve this new development, something was
going on and they needed to know as soon as possible, if there were ferals
around they had to find them before too much damage was done, Peter sent
out messages to the heads of the House Vaga and all the other folks
representatives, if they were in for something like a few years ago then
they would need everyone involved.


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Michael Strong looked around the site set aside as his basement in the old
silo, he had had it redesigned into small holding cells that would
accommodate four people at a time, he was happy at what he saw, forty young
men were fast asleep and would begin to awaken in another day or two, he
now had the beginnings of his new army, with the added numbers coming from
overseas he would soon be strong enough to make his first move on the Vaga
Houses that were a little more isolated than others.

Michael reasoned that if he could bring down the Vaga one at a time he
would stand a good chance of taking over from the young upstart that ruled
over the Folk in the new America, not only would he rid himself of the so
called Prince, but he would certainly put a stick in the eye of his Father,
for over three hundred years, Michael had been no more than an underling to
Peter's father, now that the country was in flux, he saw his chance to take
over what he felt was rightfully his.

Michael was confident that, with the killers he had coming from Asia and
those he was now turning, he would have an army that the Prince would never
be able to overcome and, if the Asians thought they would then take over
his country just for supplying a few soldiers, they had another think
coming, once he had got rid of the so called Prince, he would soon be able
to send the imports home with their tail between their legs.

Michael smiled as he made his way towards the last cell, in here were the
first four boys he had turned, by now they should be coming out of their
death sleep and ready for his training, he was well aware that they would
at first fight him over being turned but, as soon as he both showed them
and trained them, he would have willing soldiers of his own, he now had
less than three weeks to get his boys ready.

Michael checked on the four boys, they would soon be awakening and the
first night of their new lives would begin, he still felt he would have to
turn more boys yet as, after defeating the Prince he would then have to
repel the imports, he would use his raids on the unprotected towns as one
of his training tools for his new bloods.

Michael heard the first of the four boys begin to moan as his sleep came to
an end, he was followed quickly by the other three and, as they sat up on
the cots, Michael unlocked the door and stepped inside, the sight he saw
was, after all the long years of his existence, nothing unexpected, the
filth and odour of the change had filled the cell with a noxious smell,
Michael smiled at the memory of his first wakening so long ago.

The four boys looked around with both fear and anger in their eyes, the
last all four of them could remember was the walk home after a late night
of partying at their small town dance hall, they had been drinking stolen
rum out the back of the hall as the music blared inside, one minute they
were feeling merry and free like soon to be adult boys, the next they were
waking up in some dark cell, except it wasn't dark, everywhere they looked
was tinged with red, their hearing was so acute they could hear something
scampering up the cold cement brick walls.

The boys saw the young looking figure of a teenage boy standing in the now
open door, for some reason they felt a pull towards him but they were not
about to trust a strange teen after waking up in this unknown place, their
first instinct was to attack the boy and escape from this place, as they
rose to their feet, the teen spoke.

"Don't even think about it boys, you're not ready to take me on yet, in
fact you never will be, even after the training I'll give you, you can call
me either Sire or Master, it's up too you but I won't take any shit from
any of you, now you must have some questions, just remember who I am and
who you are."

The older looking of the four was the one who began the questions.

"Uhm, Sir, what's happened to us, why are we here?"

"You are what we call, New Bloods, I am the one who turned you and am now
your Sire, if you wait for a few minutes you will feel your fangs extend
for the first time, it's a little painful but it only happens the first
time, after that it will be easy for you to lower them when you have to
feed, you my young friends, are now part of the people of the night, you
are Vampires."

Michael watched as the four boys looked at him as though he was insane,
everyone knew that Vampires and other creatures were just figments of a
writers imagination, they were soon disabused of that idea as their fangs
forced their way through their gums for the first time, Michael watched as
the four new bloods fell to their knees as the pain hit them, their hands
over their mouths as they tried to stop the sharp agonising pain, Michael
smiled at the four boys on the floor.

As the four came back to their senses and the pain slowly disappeared, the
anger in them came to the fore, with open hatred on their faces they turned
to Michael, he could easily read their thoughts of vengeance for what they
had had to go through and what they had now been turned into, it took
Michael only a few minutes to put them all on the floor and in their
places, the beat down had been fast and the point made in no uncertain
terms.

Now that Michael had their full attention and, as he watched as their many
bruises slowly disappeared, he began to teach them all they would know, for
the next four hours he spent with them in teaching how to use their new
gifts and what they would need to know to be good Vampires for his cause.

Once he felt they were ready, Michael saw that they were now at the stage
they would have to feed very soon, they showed little control over their
fangs and their eyes were now blood red all the time, he was well aware
that the first feeding would be hard for them as it would go against their
former natures but, he was also sure that their new blood lust would take
over and, sooner or later they would have to take notice of the growing
need for blood.

Michael told the boys that it was time for them too feed, he would take
them far enough away to a small town for this, it was also his idea to use
the boys victims for new recruits, while they were too new to turn anyone,
he could easily go around after them and give the victim the needed blood
from his own veins, his new army would quickly enlarge as he used his
present boys for more recruitment.

By this time Michael had the boys under control, they now knew for certain
that they would have to follow him or die, it was an easy, if unwelcome,
option.

Michael led his small band of four out into the night, he used this time to
teach them how to move in the dark at speed and in total silence, two hours
later they were on the edge of a small township, it was now 2am. And all of
the houses were dark, in these small farm communities the people went to
their beds early, while the stories told of a vampire having to be invited
into a home was widely believed, in truth it was a lie, Michael stopped the
boys on the edge of the town and showed them how to listen to the sounds of
humans in the still night.

Michael had told the boys too select only young teens as their blood was
full of youthful testosterone and the vitality of life, they would also be
ideal for his new army but he did not tell them that, at this stage he had
to have them believe they were only here to feed, Michael watched the four
boys as the first hint of new fresh young blood began to fill their
nostrils, the tension in the air built quickly as the vampire instincts
took over the boys natural inhibitions, Michael almost broke into a soft
laughter as he watched the need overtake the boys better judgement.

Michaels lessons were not only about feeding but also on how to use all
their new senses, for this reason he got all four boys to stand back in the
shadows of the clock tower in the centre of the town, he then took up a
place close by and let his mind wander through the houses of the town, with
his age he was well versed in finding victims, most times he liked to have
young teens much like himself but, on occasions of need, he would take a
female, their blood was not as vital as a males but it was good enough for
a small top up or to aid in healing if needed.

Michael selected the first boy, he was about fourteen or fifteen, using
most of his considerable ability in compulsion, Michael had the teen rise
from his bed and move towards the door of the house, to anyone else looking
on it would seem as though the boy was sleep walking, Michael noticed the
boy was only wearing boxers and they were pushed out in the front like any
teen would be at his age.

Michael had the boy walk silently towards the clock tower, he had selected
the older of his boys to have the first feeding, he had told them all that
they must learn to control their need for blood and stop feeding when he
told them too, he also warned them of dire consequences if they did not
listen to him.

Michael brought the boy to the foot of the clock tower, with a gesture to
the older teen he watched carefully as the boy sprang silently onto his
victim, his new sharp fangs burying deeply into the boys soft neck just
above his shoulder, Michael watched as the teen drank deeply, the only
sounds in the dead of the night were the soft sucking noises of the
predator.

Michael watched as the boy was drained close to oblivion, he called for the
teen to stop but had to use a swift punch to the teens head to make him
leave the nearly dead boy, quickly Michael opened his own wrist and let a
small amount of his own blood to dribble into the boys mouth, he would stay
unconscious now for the next five days while his system went though the
needed changes.

Michael looked at the older teen, there was a new fire in the boys eyes now
that he had had his first taste of the power of young blood, Michael looked
at him with a fire in his own eyes as he whispered to all of the four.

"That is the first and last time any of you disobey me, when I tell you to
stop, you damn well stop, next one to disobey me will be chained out and
left for the sun."

Michael looked at all four boys; his message had been received and taken
note of.

"Now, you other three have seen how easy it was, you will each take your
turn, when you have fed you will carry each boy with you back to our
centre, it will be good training for you and help develop your strength
abilities."

Michael turned back to the town, for the next half an hour, he selected a
sleeping boy for each of his new bloods, as he had told them, they took
notice and stopped their drinking as soon as they were told to, Michael
quickly fed his blood to each victim, once they had all been fed, Michael
led them on the run for home, their new recruits slung over the shoulders
of his new vampires.


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As Peter was setting up the needed conference calls, Swiftwing went to his
small private room he had set up for his own use in communing with the
Creator, the walls were covered in natural wood and the floor had been
replaced with living stone, above his head the ceiling had been made into a
dome that could be opened up so the night air could enter and he could see
the stars above him, it was almost as good as being outdoors.

Swiftwing went into his first obeisance of giving thanks to Creator, once
this was done and he felt the distant touch of his ancestors, Swiftwing
went into the realms between the worlds, this was the place of dreams and
where he could communicate with the other Medicine Elders of the council,
it was a foolproof way of communication as no others except for those who
knew the secrets could listen in.

Swiftwing waited for each of the members to join him in the between realm,
if outsiders could have seen them, they would have noticed that they no,
longer looked as they did in real life, now they took on the persona of
past ancestors, all were sitting cross legged around a central spectral
fire, it was Swiftwing who had the honour, as the convener, too fill, light
and pass the medicine calumet around the circle, the meeting would be in
the old language of the tribes.

Once the calumet had been passed to each of the Elders and they had given
thanks to Creator in the smoke of the pipe, Swiftwing began to tell them
about the disappearance of the young men, when he had finished, each of the
Elders sat and thought about the event, it took time in the realm and yet
only minutes passed in the real world.

Once all had had their say, they began to look for reasons and ways to find
out more information, it was finally agreed that they would return to their
worlds and look further into this new happening, once they had something
too report they would contact Swiftwing and pass on everything they knew,
they were all of the same mind in that they owed a lot to the Day Walker
Prince and, as that same Prince was also the brother spirit of Swiftwing
added only weight to their decision.

Swiftwing rejoined Peter just as the first of the leaders of the folk
connected along with the leaders of the various Vaga houses, Peter started
the meeting with the news he had to hand, as the disappearances were
revealed, the others began to put two and two together, slowly the size of
the problem was revealed as one after another told of the same strange
disappearances in their own areas.

After everyone had reported what they knew or suspected, it was found that
over forty young teens and boys had been taken, it did not take a genius to
realise that, as no bodies were found, the missing must have been subverted
to another course and that course could only be the recruiting and turning
of humans for another purpose but, no one could come up with a reason for
it.

As the first light of the new day began to make itself known, many of the
members had to go to their beds, those that were left decided to wait for
the next night and to begin early as well as gather as much new information
as they could during the day, the meeting broke up and everyone left with a
thoughtful if not worried look on their faces, something was a foot and
they had no idea what it was.

Over the next week, Peter kept watch on the incoming information, while
most of the missing youths were taken in ones or twos, the larger numbers
were taken from five main towns, Creede, Walden, Cortez, Wray and the last
three from Meeker, all of these towns were once thriving communities but
had, after the troubles of ten years ago, become more like small towns as
the people moved out to find new homes.

To Peter's eyes there was no apparent pattern to the disappearances or
their location, it seemed totally random, Peter began to wonder if it was
just odd Ferals that were doing it, it did not seem possible that it was
only one man as the distances were wide and varied, even after the first
week there was nothing to indicate anything other than random attacks.

The one thing that confused Peter and the others the most was the number of
boys missing and the lack of any bodies, in the back of Peter's mind was a
tingle of suspicion but he had nothing apart from a feeling that this was
not what it seemed, even for a group of Ferals, forty odd boys was a lot
too disappear in such a short time.

Most of the information they got was second hand and, as no one had
actually seen the boys taken, the only clue that Peter had was the fact
they had all been taken during the night, this led him to only one
conclusion, it had to be vampires, any of the other Folk would not need to
worry about the sunlight and could take their targets at any time, day or
night.

On the eighth day they got the biggest surprise they had had so far, from
the old city of Denver, in one single night, fourteen boys had disappeared,
after a lot of questions by the police it was found that no one heard or
saw anything, the boys had gone to bed at the time set by their parents
and, by morning they had disappeared, no sight or sound was heard or seen
by any parent or neighbour.

Peter now felt that it had to be vampires but, if it were he should have
heard something about it, with all of his own people and those of the Folk
all out looking, he should have had something but, there was no sign or
sight of anything, the dark feeling of dread came over Peter as Swiftwing
walked into the room, his lover tried to smile but there was something very
heavy on his mind.

"What is it Love?"

"I've just had a report from the reservation at Pine Ridge, six young boys
have disappeared overnight, the Elders are trying to find them now by using
the in-between but their signatures seem to have totally faded, the boys
are not even old enough to be trained as warriors yet, they have barely
begun puberty, why would anyone want young boys like those?"

"I don't know Love but I think we have a real rogue vampire on our hands,
at least that's what I think started it all, the numbers missing now are
growing too fast for it to be only one though, I have a bad feeling the
rogue is trying to build up his house, but why so many, that's what
disturbs me."

"I just don't know, Peter, I also have a bad feeling about this, but who
was left after the destruction, we accounted for everyone that could have
been a part of what was happening."

"Perhaps we missed someone or something, most of the lead up to the
troubles were acts thought out by someone that knew who and what we were,
they had an intimate knowledge of everything we could do, it was only our
two boys that made the difference in the end."

"There has to be a reason for all this, I just can't put my finger on it,
between the peoples of the First Nation and those who decided to stay and
rebuild the country, we have no one we can think of that would want to
disrupt the re-growth, all of the Folk are mainly happy and content, apart
from the usual local scrap now and again, I can see no earthly reason for
this sudden attack on the population."

"There has to be a deeper reason that we're not seeing, well we can no
longer presume that it's just random attacks, I still have this feeling we
are in for some bad times, lets get the word out to everyone to keep an eye
over their shoulders, sooner or later there will be something that will
lead us in the right direction."


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Michael was now happy his new plan was coming together; his first forty
Siring's were now active and although there had been a few who were in no
way happy about their new lives, he had soon brought them into the fold by
using a refusal of fresh blood until they changed their minds, the only
thing he was not happy about were the five boys that had held out so long
they went quite insane with blood lust and he had to kill them before they
attacked some of the other boys, their deaths served as a good example to
the others, he had made their deaths as gruesome as he could as a lesson.

He was hoping that his six latest captures would make the difference, the
young Indian boys would have skills the others did not and he had a special
use for them, once again he looked through the small window in the door of
the cell to watch the six slender young boys in their death sleep, they
would make very good bait for what he had in mind.

Michael turned away from the cell to go to the large space that he had set
up as a training room, there he watched his growing army of young men and
boys go through the practices he had set up, he had less than two weeks
before the first of his borrowed army would arrive, his young Asian servant
boys were filling every expectation he had had.

As far as Michael could see, his only big problem was bringing in some of
the other Folk species, when the young Prince had formed the now famous
House Vaga, the chances of finding any stray wolves or cats was a lot less
than pre Prince, he still needed more cannon fodder for the great battles
yet too come.

There was little left of the old bureaucracy and Michael had found it
difficult to find someone still in any position of authority to issue the
visas for his incoming help, finally he had resorted to his favourite
means, finding one man with a family, he had taken his eldest son and held
the boy until his demands had been met, the boy was still with him,
although not in the same condition as when he was taken but the Father was
as yet none the wiser, the boys Father was now held in check by the promise
of seeing his son once again as soon as Michael's help arrived, that of
course was not going to happen but the Father would not find that fact out
until too late.

While waiting for the extra troops from the Tong and Yakuza, Michael
continued to search for any stray Folk, somewhere there had too be some
that were disaffected by the present situation, it was just a matter of
time before he found those he was searching for but, time was at a premium
just now, at the most he had only two weeks after the arrivals to set his
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Peter sat and looked over what had so far been accomplished since the
upheaval, Jake now ran the largest construction company in the country,
many of his pack friends now worked for him as well as many packs from
other areas, the redevelopment of some of the coastal cities was well under
way although they would never be recognised as the same cities now, there
had been a ban on any buildings above five floors, the day of the
skyscraper was over, there was now a movement to let as much fresh air and
sunlight into the new cities as possible, no one had the intention of
reproducing the tower blocks and dark alleys of the past.

Over the last ten years there had been a slow return by some of the people
to the old cities, those who found it hard to live a life in the open
lands, slowly gravitated back to what they had been raised in although the
rebuilding was still going on, the new look cities began to be a welcome
change from the old ways.

Swiftwing wrapped his bare arms around Peters shoulders and lay his head
beside Peters as they both read the reports coming in from all over, there
had not been any more disappearances for the last three days, on the
borders they saw that there was now a few tourists beginning to make the
trip to the once mighty America, Peter and Swiftwing barely noticed the
notation of another fact finding mission from China, it had happened last
year and this was a possible opening of new channels of trade.

Further down the report was another acceptance of three school groups from
Japan, this was a first for them although Peter could remember that before
the upheaval school tours by Japan had been quite common, it was good to
see that things were beginning to return to normal, Peter did not want a
society cut off from the rest of the world, there was too much to be gained
by reopening the borders now that things had settled down.

At the end of his report reading, Peter and Swiftwing saw one last email
from the Yucatan, it could only be one thing, opening it they saw the whole
page was taken up by a picture of a bright yellow rising sun with a smiley
face drawn in the centre, there were no words or writing but then the two
lovers did not need any, they well knew who this was from, their two
adopted sons had the habit of sending similar emails over the last ten
years, some of them were also down right pornographic and others, like this
one, were just hello's.

The two lovers laughed, they acknowledged that their two adopted sons had
changed little, while they had the knowledge of the ages, underneath they
were still the same young boys the two of them had found all those years
ago, some things never change and Peter along with Swiftwing did not want
it any other way.

The disappearance of six Indian boys still rankled both Peter and
Swiftwing, while the missing boys of the small towns had been upsetting,
the six young Indian boys was more so, it was thought that all of the First
Nation people were protected by the magic of their two sons, too have six
boys go missing without anyone having knowledge of them was very disturbing
and, as yet they could see no rhyme or reason for their disappearance.

Four of the Medicine Elders had spent days trying to find some indication
of the six, they had travelled to the place of dreams but found nothing,
this alone started to raise questions as, in the between realms, the Elders
had the ability to see most things, this was one of the indications to the
others that something was going on, but what it was still mystified all of
them.

Peter could easily tell that Swiftwing was trying to keep a brave face on
things, but underneath the Shaman was seething with displeasure, someone or
something had taken six young boys from right under their noses, why, was
any bodies guess but Swiftwing did not like the connotations, the feelings
of disaster still weighed heavily on the young Shaman, even using
everything he had, he could not find what it was.

Another week passed and still there was no sign of the six boys or for that
matter, any of the other missing, the only thing that had been noticed was
a sudden increase in attacks on small towns, sometimes a boy or two would
disappear but, more often it was an obvious attack by feral vampires, where
they came from no one could detect, slowly the general population began to
get wind of what was happening, rumours and theories were starting to make
people scared to go out at night, it was like a return to the old days and
Peter along with his people could do little to stop it.

When the first attack came, it was not only a surprise but also very bloody
and gruesome, the Vaga House in what was left of the old city of Atlanta,
barely survived the onslaught, had it not been for the emergency exits
installed by Jake's people, there would have been a total massacre.

Peter sat at his desk along with Swiftwing as Feldon, the leader of the
Atlanta House was giving his report, the results were not good as Feldon
related what had happened and how many young lives had been lost, when they
had returned to look at their sanctuary, there was little but smouldering
ruins, they had had to move to other Houses to have somewhere to stay.

"My Lord, it was just after sundown, most of us were getting ready to go
out, as we opened the main doors, we were attacked by a large army of black
clad figures, from their aura I saw that they were all vampires, most of
the attackers were dressed in strange black clothes while others were
dressed like us and were easily recognisable as American, the others all
had their faces covered but I got a distinct feeling they were Asian, they
reminded me of the Japanese Samurai from the old movies."

Feldon paused to catch his breath before he continued.

"None of us were armed in any way so the first attack caused a lot of
deaths, the Avians, Felines and Canines did what they could but in the end
I had to send them off before we lost them all, of the vampires we did what
we could to hold them off, even with all the security devices in the
basement we had trouble, of the two hundred and fifty six we had living
there, we only managed to get seventy three out alive, I'm sorry My Lord,
there was little we could do without weapons."

Peter saw the bloody tears run down Feldon's cheeks, the boy had lost a lot
of friends and felt he was responsible, Swiftwing went to the boys side and
tried to sooth him a little while Peter got onto the Vampnet and began to
send out warnings for all the Vaga Houses to make ready for attacks, they
now had the answer as to why all the boys were missing, someone, somewhere,
was starting a new war, Peter well knew this was only the first of many
salvoes yet too come.

They did not have long too wait, on the next night they got a report that
one of the Vaga Houses in the old city once known as Chicago was attacked
much in the same manner but, with the advanced warning they had beaten off
the attack but at a great loss of Folk, one of the attackers had been
captured by a very brave Feline boy, while the captive would not say
anything, Saxton, the leader of the house got the distinct feeling the man
was Chinese, they had him well restrained but wanted Peter to send someone
to question the man, Saxton reported he had lost over two hundred of his
Vaga Folk but the house was secure for now.

Peter had no need to say anything, just a glance too Sin Yu was enough to
have his number one man head for the airport and their private jet, he
would be in Chicago before midnight, he promised Peter he would have a full
report before sunrise, Peter nodded and turned back to the conference call
with Saxton.

"I have someone coming now, can you have him met at the airport, he will
soon find out what is going on?"

"Yes My Lord, I will have one of my men waiting for him, thank you for the
help."

"No need for thanks Saxton, you did well just holding the house together,
we lost one last night in Atlanta by the same method so you did well to
hold out, I'll call and let you know what we find out about your guest, Sin
Yu is very good at asking questions."

"Thank you once again, My Lord, I'll wait for your reply."

Peter watched as the monitor went blank then back to the screen saver, if
this was a sign of things too come then they had a major fight on their
hands, two houses in two nights and from wildly different locations could
only mean one thing, whomever was at the bottom of this was well placed and
well financed, he also had a large army too call on, it was time for Peter
to start to gather his own forces, many of whom had returned to a normal
life over the last ten years, it would take time and that was something he
did not have a lot of.

The sun had just disappeared when Peter's computer lit up with an incoming
call on the vampnet, once he had opened the window, Peter saw the familiar
face of Sin Yu, his head guard did not look happy and there was a haunted
look in his eyes, what ever had upset Sin Yu was now giving Peter a feeling
of dread.

"Peter, we have a real problem, the guy they captured is one of the
Japanese Yakuza, he didn't know who was behind this but said there is more
to come and we could not stop it, he did tell me that there were also some
Chinese involved but didn't know who or where they came from, my guess is
its one of the Tongs, we may have to call my Father to get more on them, he
would know everything that's going on over there."

"Yes, Sin Yu, I agree, I'll get right onto it and contact your Father, did
the Yakuza say how many men were involved?"

"He didn't have the exact numbers but said they were in the hundreds and,
as far as he knew there were a number of new bloods showing up, he has no
idea who is organising it all."

"Ok, thank you, where is he now, and what do you want to do with him?"

"I've already taken care of him, we can't afford to have any enemies left
behind only to come back at some time in the future, the sun took care of
him this morning, I'll be on my way back shortly."

"Good, I'll wait until you're here before calling your Father, besides he
won't be out of his sleep yet if he's still in Asia."

"Ok, see you just before sun rise."

Peter turned off his computer as Swiftwing joined him, together they went
over what Sin Yu had just reported, it looked like a troubling time was
ahead of them if the attacks were going to continue to get worse and there
was no doubt in their minds that they were, then there was a lot of work
needed to be done and quickly.


TBC.


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