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Conference interrogation? Interesting concept. Would work. Heart Owners only became an issue when they resided in the same room as one another. Hearing the, not an issue. Seeing them through a glass window, or computer screen, not an issue. 

“It will work.” Alexander and him said at the same time.

“Then go into the other room and get your tablet setup. I’ll get mine set up and you two can watch and participate.”

“We are not interrogating him.” They weren’t. If they were before his arrival, they weren’t any longer. Enapay Chavos was his Heart Owner. Changed everything. Or it would once he got him to shift his perspective on him.

Alexander took him by the arm and led him over to the door that held a two-way mirror into the room that held Enapay. What was he about to do? Watch in on his Heart Owner? Question him like some two-bit criminal? Treat him like one? Wrong on so many levels, yet he had no other choice. The man believed him to be a liar. Sort of was, but Javis needed him to vocalize different. Go back on what he’d stated earlier. Or change his tune. He’d have too if they were going to be a couple. And that unsure status is why he was not entering that room with him. Until he knew how hardcore Enapay Chavos beliefs about him were . . . the two of them could not be in the same room.

“Commander and Chief, are you there?”

“Yes, Mateo.”

“Good. For the record, Enapay Chavos has agreed to speak with the Commander and Chief Javis Anderson the 4th, Mateo Sanchez and Alexander William. It is an informal discussion about his concerns about the laws the Commander and Chief has put into place since taking office.”

“More like the way he has stolen our choices.”

Hatred seeped through Enapay’s voice as the words flowed from him. Clearly it was going to take some major discussion to get him to change his mind about him. Yes the man had reason to despise the laws. His family had failed to benefit from them, but that was not Javis’ fault. He could not changed the fact that his family died in a house fire while he was safe somewhere else. Shitty luck was what it was.

“Why do you view them as stolen choices?” Alexander leaned back in his chair.

“It should be each person’s decision if they go into the next phase of their afterlife, not his. His way prevents us from taking the next logical step.”

“In other words . . .” Alexander was going to nail home the one fact that people without research would not know about him. “You wish to follow your family and. can not do so if you die any other way than the way they did.”

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“We did.” Javis flopped into the closest metal chair. “Problem arose.”

“Major one.” Alexander leapt onto the top of the table.

“Fill me in.”

Javis shared a glance with Alexander before he gave a tilt of his head. “I’m sure you heard about Heart Owners.”

“Yeah . . . they are like soul mates to your kind. Right?”

“More than that. They can destroy our lives if things go awry.”

“What do you mean?” Mateo propped himself agains the back of the door. “And what does this have to do with us speaking to Chavos?”

“Let’s just say that if Mr. Chavos hatred his rejecting your Commander and Chief then he will no longer be your Commander and Chief. Or be able to be one in a month or two.”

Mateo’s mouth dropped open and he looked over his shoulder, groaning. “You are saying . . . Are you sure? How can you tell?”

“There are signs when we run across the one that completes our heart and he owns mine.”

“Maybe you are wrong. Possible right? You never went inside the room.”

“What I said, but it does not take them being in person. It is best if they don’t see each other face-to-face. He can avoid having his life destroyed as long as they don’t.”

Mateo stared at Alexander for several moments as Javis sat there debating what path he had to take. He’d have to reach out to his Mother. Again. She’d be thrilled he found his Heart Owner. Pissed that it was someone who despised Vampires. Hell bent on her son avoiding him at all cost since there was no sure fire proof that he would not kick him to the curb. Dracula would agree with her, because he had him set on a laid out plan. Far as Dracula was concerned nothing could detour Javis from completing his assignment. Even Alexander had stopped him from going into the room with his Heart Owner. He had not asked him what he desired. He’d just dragged him away from him.

“Why did you stop me?”

Kind of rude for me to interrupt Alexander explaining the full concept and details of a Heart Owner to Mateo, but . . .

“I do not wish your life to be destroyed.”

“How do we know he will do so?”

“We don’t, but it is best to have a plan than charge in there and risk your entire life. Mine is hard enough. I do not wish that on anyone.”

Javis knew Alexander’s life had been horrific since his Heart Owner died. Least he had not lost his life in any concept with the death of his. Just intense heart ache and hardship in continuing his life on his own. Hard enough situation. Guess he would know a bit of what lay ahead of him if anyone did. Not the full extent, but a tiny amount would be more than enough to stop a friend from suffering even that. Right?

“You did not stop me because you want me to continue with my path of life?” Javis knew Alexander would get what he meant.

“No. I want you to think what lays ahead of you. The risk. The benefits. What is the best method to approach him. Is there any other options to speak with him without being in the same room until he has a better emotional stance about Vampires. One that is not so deadly to my best friend.”

“Do you think we can change his mind?”

“If anyone can . . . You can.” Alexander nudged my hip with his foot. “You are the best at convincing people to see the best of anyone. You have talked me from the ledge many times over these long years. If you can do that then . . . should be a piece of cake to convince the one who is going to have a natural attraction to you to shift his stance about Vampires.”

Alexander had a point. Javis’ skill of persuasion is what had earned him many votes when he was down in points during the race for Presidency. It hadn’t been easy, but he’d done it. On his own. He’d refused to let anyone else aid him. Not even Julian or Elijah and his crew of political sidekicks.

“Sir,” Mateo crossed his arms, “what does face-to-face consist of?”

“What do you mean?” Alexander answered before Javis could.

“Does it mean in the same room only, or would a teleconference be considered face-to-face as well?”

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“Give us a moment.” Javis pointed down the hallway, knowing Mateo would not be able to hear his and Alexander’s vampiric level conversation from the other end.

Alexander watched Mateo as he made his way down the hall. “He’s a hell of a guy. Where did you - -”

“Enapay is my Heart Owner.”

“- - find him? What the . . .” Alexander whipped his head towards him with eyes as wide as Javis had ever saw before. “You are kidding me, right?”

Javis wished he was. The man who openly despised him and his the tasked that had been set to him years ago was the one that owned the second half of his heart. How was he supposed to handle that?

“You have to be mistaken. What made you think this?”

“Your own words. ‘cock thickened so fast and hard I all but doubled over’.”

“There is more to it than that?” Alexander side-eyed the door. “When have you been inside? I’ve been on the other side of the window the whole time.”

“Reaction came from this side of the door.”

“You smell him as well?”

“Boy do I? Taking all I can do to stand here and talk to you when I want to rush into that room and throw him up against the wall and drive my cock into him.” 

Understatement. Oh, He wanted to do that to his Heart Owner, but more than that he longed to bite deep into the hallow of his neck, leaving behind a mark that only he could leave on him.

“We have to get you away from here.” Alexander grabbed his arm and began dragging him away from the interrogation rooms.

“Hey! What is going on?” Mateo shouted as he rushed up the hallway.

“He can’t do this right now. Come with us.” Alexander kept forcing him away from his Heart Owner. 

His mind screamed to shove Alexander out of his way and run back to the room and throw open the door, shouting that he belonged to him, yet his mind knew that would be the death of him. A vampire could survive a death of a Heart Owner, hard as it was and in a half-life state, but to have met your Heart Owner and never complete the bond with him or her is like . . . pure death. Life becomes one of a recluse who waste away and succumbs to the darkness of life. Javis could avoid that as long as he did not come face-to-face with Enapay Chavos. And he had to avoid that until he had a way to convince him that Vampires weren’t monsters and that the two of them could have a solid, happy life as one. Or until he was able to release him.

“We have to figure out what you are going to do before you enter that room.” Alexander sighed. “Your entire worlds depends on it.”

Boy did he, but Javis wasn’t. sure how anyone could convince a true believer to shift their way of thinking. Enapay had done made two big, national. broadcasted speeches about his feelings, changing them would show a man who did a three-sixty out of the blue. It would defame him as a decent human being. Wasn’t something Javis wished on him. He did not want his Heart Owner to come out of the situation looking like a horrible, twisted man. Or for people to think he was paid off. Or that Javis and his people paid people off.

“We can’t make him look bad.”

“We will work this out. First we have to figure out how to get you two to talk without being in the same room.” Alexander opened the door at the other end of the hallway.

“What is going on?” Mateo shut the door as he walked in. “Thought we wanted to get him here.”

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He walked into his house and Mateo sat crossed legged on the sofa. He shot him a huge smile as he stood and waved him right down back out the door. He sighed, but turned and headed right back onto the porch and down it, rounding the corner, ensuring he avoided stepping in the huge mud puddle that always lurked on the path to the interrogation building that sat on his main home.

“When did he get here?”

“Two hours ago.” Mateo snorted. “He came quietly once he realized who sent me.”

Jaavis halted. “He did.”

“Swears he wants a face-to-face with you.”

“Could this all be a case of someone . . .”

“Don’t think he’s a threat to you, but he could be someone who wishes to spill some vileness your way. We’ve ran across a few of those before. None that’s gone this far, but . . .”

Possibility. He had reason to be pissed. His family hadn’t been able to partake in the law that would have made them a Vampire because of what took their lives. He’d survived to suffer through life without them and would have to become a Vampire and live without them as well. Sucked. Harsh as hell.

“Has he said anything since he arrived?”

Mateo shook his head. “Sat behind the table quietly. Didn’t even complain about being cuffed to it.”

Huh? Made no sense. This Enapay guy had him confused. Wrapped up in . . .

Oh man, what was that . . . Air stuck in his throat. His eyes closed, savoring the wonderful, most sensual, sweetest citrus he’d ever smelt. He loved any kind oranges, but he wasn’t sure if any he’d ever discovered smelled so . . . He sniffed the air, all but groaning as a electric current shot through his body right to his cock, thickening it so hard he all but doubled over. Fuck. What in the world? Nothing should have . . .

Heart Owner. Alexander had told him how intense the initial reaction to his Heart Owner had been. Damn it.

“Who else is in there with him?”

His words were tight and gritted, which had Mateo glancing his way.

“No one. Left Alexander watching from the other side of the mirror.”

“Alexander is here?”

“Yeah. He said you knew he was helping.”

Javis nodded. “Can you get him for me?”

“Sure, but don’t you want to . . .” He waved towards the door that kept his Heart Owners from him.

“Need Alexander. Please.”

“Sure, Sir.”

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Javis took in a deep breath and blew it out, cursing Andy Candyman for keeping him waiting. Just like a journalist. Always on their time. He’d hoped that Mateo had wrangled Enapay before his interview, but that had not happened. Oh, he’d discovered his location and managed to trail him to and from his new location, but according to Mateo he was gathering some more information before he brought him in. Wasn’t sure what he was onto, but Javis left that up to him.

“Sorry, sorry, Commander and Chief. Got stuck in traffic.” Bet he did. “Nice place.” 

Andy Candyman span the room, taking in each section of the conference room of the biggest hotel room in his small hometown. Same one he used for each and every meeting he hosted. Never did he bring anyone to his home. He had a standing arrangement with Randal Stoneman and the Stoneman Hotel, lucrative one for him in more ways than one. he not only made a shit load of money from the government for them using his hotel at the whim of the Commander and Chief, but he got notoriety off the fact that the Commander and Chief having graced his hotel on multiple times.

Andy sat his small recorder on the table between the two of us. “Think the best thing for us to start with is . . . Why have you waited so long to respond to Mr. Chavos’ comments?”

“There is no sense in responding to half untruths.”

Javis could truly say that what Enapay said was untruths. His numbers weren’t correct. Not off by much, but gave Javis the leeway to call them false, which was what he needed for his interview.

“Then why not come out and say so before now?”

“Why give his words more validity?”

“You do not believe ignoring him did not do so?”

“No more than a lack of response.” Javis held his hand up to stave off his next question. “If you had been me, what would have done? Pay falsehood attention and become involved in a debate among the press as to who was right or wrong, or remained silent until there was a solid reason to come forward. And your recent interview with him provided such.”

“How is that?”

“Because he stated that my way stole the process of Birth, Growth, Death. I ask in return, how does it do that? Are there not children, multitudes of children, born each day? Are there not multitude of children growing into adulthood each day? Are there not adults growing into ripe old age humans each day? Are those same ripe old age adults not taking their last breath each day?”

“Mr. Chavos implies that you are taking their last breath and turning them into a Vampire. Is that not the case?”

Implies? Perfect way to put what Enapay has stated. He never outright spoken about their last breath being taken. That would be murder and he never called him that.

“Then I tell him to reacquaint himself with the process that is required at the end of ones life.”

“And what is that, Commander and Chief?”

“Vampire blood is given to the dying before they take their last breath. They take their last breath and within six hours of that they wake a Vampire. There is no taking of a life. No murder. No stealing of a life. No stealing of a growth of a life. No stopping people from having a child. People still have the right to choose if they wish to have children, or abort a child if they wish to. They are grown until the day they are supposed to die, even if that is at a young age of three, which I despise to see in anyone, but it does occure more than I like to see. But it is part of the life cycle as Mr. Chavos calls it.”

“What do you say to him saying you lied to us from the get-go?”

“Some may view my actions that way, but I believe those that do are those who did not vote for me. That being the case . . . I would not be in the Commander and Chief seat if the people did not wish it.”

There were several more questions that really did not attend to the Enapay situation, which shocked Javis, but he was glad that it did not seem to consume the media after all.

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The office door flew open and Juilan rushed over to the television, snatching up the remote. It came to life with Andy Candyman standing in front of Enapay Chavos.

“Why are you so outspoken now? Commander and Chief Javis has been a great addition to our world since he took over.”

“That is great. Knew Candman would boast us.” Julian nodded his head.

If he was going to talk him up then why was he interviewing the man that held so much admoisity against him. Seemed . . . Equal to Javis. Which reporters should be. When it came to people and their freedom of speech and emotional stance on how their country is being operated they should be able to be heard just like their leader should be. It was his own fault he had not responded. Yet. 

“I waited to see how his method would affect us. All it is going to do is eliminate the human race. All it is doing is forcing us to give up our last phase of life. Life is an revoliving method. Birth. Growth. Death. It is what each of us should go through. We are being deprived of that and it is wrong.”

“What do you say to the ones that believe in his method? Or those who do not believe that life is a revolving method?”

“They have the right to think as they wish. Just like I do. And that is my whole point. Our right to believe and think and choose is being stolen from us. It is our choice if we wish to be turned into a Vampire. To give us what is our right to have. It is our right to decide if we wish to becocme a Vampire. Not have it forced upon us, like we are having done know.”

“Javis, we have to shut this down. Now.” Julian faced me. “He is going to gathered a larger follower than he already has.”

Least him having the interview with Andy Candyman gave away his location. Mateo and his men had been unable to locate where he was residing. They’d gone to his farm and his home in the moutains but came up empty. It appeared that he’d came out of his hidey-hole in order to spill more truth. Darn it. Hated to think that, but . . . 

Dracula had been wrong to go about things the way he had. Javis knew it from the get-go. He had all but spoken up. Might have done so if it would have done any good. The Royal Blood Society might claim they were a majority rule group, but no one went against what Dracula voted. Feared doing so. Even he. did, which is why he’d kept his mouth shut. Which is why he found himself in the spot he did. It is also why he had to try and manupliate Enapay Chavos to withdrawl his speeches. Go against what he believed about his method.

“Why are you so calm about all this?” Julian slammed his hand down on the desk.

“Watch it.” Javis sat back in his chair and kicekd his leg up on the edge of the desk.

“What do you think about Commadner and Chief Javis’ lack of response?” Andy Candyman never failed to ask the hardcore question. No matter who it made look bad. No matter how he liked or disliked.

“It just proves my point.”

“You truly think his lack of response is an admitance of him stealing our choices?”

“See. I told you that we should have responded to this right after his first speech.” Julian groaned. “This is a cluster fuck.”

“Oh, calm down.” He hated dramatics. “I’ve done spoke to Andy. Me and him have a sit down tomorrow.”

“You . . . What?”

“You heard me. So calm yourself down.” Javis pointed to the door. “Cut that shit off and leave me be.”

“I need to prepare you for the interview.”

“I know how to handle interviews. Done plenty of them. Get. I’m going to drink me some blood and rest.”

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“Not that I can find, but you know how deep TNT keeps his associates.”

He was right about that. Timmothy Nathan Tanker made sure he always had a trump card or two to play if things went south on him. And seven out of ten times it did. Man played rought and hard to get what he desired and and cared less about who got hurt int he process. He’d chosen a future Sire of Randal Sunman, perfect match for him. He was as foul of a Vampire as Timmothy Nathan Tanker was. Played as hard and rough as Timmothy Nathan Tanker did. They fit together like two halves did. When they first got together Javis believed them Heart Owners, but they swore it was only a business partnership between them. Big one. Together Javis had the law enforcement watching them at all times, but they kept their criminal acts so quite and below radar that no evidence could be found. Everyone knew each hit they made. Each beat down they gave for non-payment. Each property they took for failure to asscent to protection. The times evidence had been found on them . . . lawyers came in and got it dimissed for minor mishandling or failure to complete the warrant properly.

“How long ago was his last known interaction with TNT?”

“That’s just it . . . He is one of those people who began college at the young age of fifteen and passed the bar at the age of twenty. He was offered partnership one year after he joined the law firm. He interacted with TNT two months after he joined the firm and continued to work with him until . . . he left four years later.”

“Great information, but doesn’t answer my question.”

“He’s twenty-six years old, so . . . that was somewhere around a year ago. If he truly quit working with him.”

“You don’t think he did.”

“I can’t find him working for anyone else. But he is . . .”

“Getting money from somewhere. Has to be to buy his food. Five years at a top notch law firm would give him good money, but unless he . . . “Any investments that you found?”

“No. Not offshore accounts either.”

“This is . . . good. Good. We can . . . Between him having no income and having money coming in from somewhere and his previous involvement we can . . . that’s something we can work with.”

“I’m not sure if it’s enough. He’s going to be hard to crack.”

“Why do you think that?”

“The way he . . . His tone. His words. He is . . . He believes in what he says. Deeply. That means he won’t give up easily. Unless . . . It might take some heavy threats to convince him to change his tune.”

Mateo was correct, but we had somewhere to start. A place to pick up a trail. Unravel a thread. Dig a bit deeper until something bigger pops.

“How long do you think it will take to tie him deeper to TNT?”

“That’s . . . Might be impossible, but I can try. You know how tight lipped his people are. But . . . I’ll get my men on it.”

“Do that and I’ll come up with some way to stave off some of his speech.”

“Press conference? Thought you wanted to hold off on that until you had more on Enapay.”

“Did, but it’s going to take . . . Unless you think we could bring him in and try to get him to give us something by accident.”

Mateo gathered his papers and headed for the door, pausing before he left. “I’ll get intouch when I have him.”

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Elijah had been right. Engrossing himself in work had done the job. Days passed and before he knew it Elijah had told him Mateo needed his time. Had been at the most inopportune time, because some of the Sectors Vampires where there for visits and needed smozzing and settling down. Their tempers were flaring over Enapay stirring up the humans under their thumbs. Their description had stirred up his own anger and had him levitating over them until they backed down. Over the years since the Sector Vampires had taken over he had never thought any of them viewed humans as people for them to control. That was not how he ever dreamed of anyone being treated. If that was how the Sector Vampires made the humans feel then there was no wonder Enapay spoke so harshly about him and his race.

“Uh oh.” Mateo frowned over at Elijah. “What has him with his mid-red glaring eyes.”

Were they? He turned his head towards the mirror he kept hanging over the fireplace in his office. His eyes looked normal to him. Little more intense maybe, but . . .

“Rough meeting before you arrived.” Elijah sat his computer up on the table and then grabbed his tablet from the side table. “Ready when you are, Javis.”

From the multiple stacks of papers that Mateo laid across the table, Javis wasn’t sure if he was ready for what rested ahead of him. Enapay either had a complicated past or someone in his family did. Either case, Mateo had some major dirt on him or someone for him to use to get to him. Either case . . . Javis would be manipulating Enapay into leaving his ideals to himself for the safety of his own self or someone he cared for.

Sickening. Despicable. Disgraceful. Not him. Tactics he despised. It was one thing to go after someone who was a horrible, lousy being to begin with. Or someone who would use his own family to gain the upper hand. Even then, Javis would not go after some innocent person in his or her life. That was below low and . . . Tore him in half each time he’d had to do so. And there was something about . . . Javis hadn’t even seen what Mateo had discovered on Enapay, but his insides quaked at the mere thought of seing the deep personal side of the man. Felt like an invasion into . . . 

Stupid. Javis had never met the man. Never even heard him speak in person, but something about him had grabbed ahold of his heart and wrapped it around him. Not that Javis could allow himself to pay attention to that. He had a job to do and that was all that mattered. He had orders. The Royal Blood Society leader had not gotten back to him about how to handle Enapay, which meant he had not direct direction to go. He had to play things by ear. Get all information and see what came to his mind at that point. Play it by ear. See how he would handle things himself without any orders given. Be a different approach, but one he would welcome.

“What do you have?” Javis slid into the seat in front of his computer.

“Not as much as it looks like.” Mateo pulled a chair out and turned it around backwards. “He has no family. Few friends. None close enough that I think we could use against him, but then I think we could use a complete stranger against him.”

Other words, Enapay had a heart of gold when it came to anyone. He despised anyone being harmed and would rescue anyone if he could. Damn. Good and bad.

“He recycles like crazy. He drives an electric car once or twice a week. Rest of the time he rides a bike or walks everywhere he goes. Eats mainly from his own garden and buys from the farmers market the fish market the rest of the time.”

Do-gooder all the way around. What of that could be used against Enapay? None. Sounded like a solid human. being who deserved a gold medal for living the best life a person could. Better one than most did. One that would give him a long life, which was good for him. Gave him more time to come to terms with him having to choose a Vampire to Sire him.

If he ever could? Doubted that would be possible. Enapay was deadset on getting him out of the office and returning . . . What did he wish to do if he got me out of the office?

“You found something. What?”

“When he passed the Bar, his first big time client with Lawson and Lawson Law firm was Mr. TNT.”

Crap. How did someone with such a clean lifestyle end up with someone with the likes of Timmothy Nathan Tanker. Bad news followed that fool wherever he went. And what did he have to do with Enapay.

“Is he mixed with Enapay and these speeches?”

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Alexander left wihtout a task, but gave him lots to think about. Like he didn’t alreayd have enough. He’d known there were so many other paths he would have taken the world if he’d been given the opportunity. There would never have been an issue of humans having to choose a vampire to turn them upon their deaths. They could have had that option, but it would never had been forced upon them. He would not have eradicated the states, cities, and towns. He would have left all the political structure the same, just made it so that there was a human and Vampire leader in each position, making it so that each had a voice in what was taking place. they would have had to work as a team to make changes.

“Javis,” Elijah picked up the remote and pointed it towards the television that sat in the alcove of his office. “He’s at it again.”

Great. Not even a complete day had passed since he made a speech and he was alreayd making another one.

“Twenty deaths stolen every five mintues. What does this mean for their soul? I do not know. That is a personal view. That there is my entire point., these twenty people either chose to ignore the law of contractual death or wished to die like all people are supposed to. Just like people who we vote into congress were supposed to have a legal brithcertificate. Jarvis Anderson the 4th falsified his , becaue when he was born such did not exist. This alone should null and void all his actions among the world, but he snuck in like the monster he is and rewrote the law so he had toatl control. He does not deserve anyone to offer up their last breath to him or one of the monsrers like him. He derseves . . . I am unsure, but his kind has no right to lease us. Take back what is and has always been ours.”

Man had the balls the size of a thousand year old tree in the middle of the oldest forest. Had to give him that. He also knew his facts.

“Are those facts correct?” Elijah groaned and shook his head. “I mean, I know you do not steal our souls, but are there that many who refuse to accept you or one of your people as their Sire each minute.”

“Not sure the actual numbers, but there are quite a few who still refuse to enter into a contractual death. 

“How many people die every minute. On average. Do you know?”

“Never want to.” Guess he’d have to figure out that fact and find out just how much of a major issue twenty-five refusing each minute would be. Sounds like a lot, but the mere thought of twenty-five people dying every minutes was heartwrenching. Made him thankful for his immortality.

“Guess, I’m tracking those facts down, aren’t I?” Elijah moaned. “What I talk myself into having to unearth.”

“You do get yourself into some pickels.” Javis let his head rest back as the news station replayed Enapay’s first speech. “Do you have an opnion on what I need to do about this guy?”

“You always do what is best in the end.”

“You really think that?”

Elijah came over and sat down beside him. “You have been put in a hard position by your leaders. You were chosen for a long assignment that would ential many, many twist and turns throughout it’s journey, but I’m sure you were the best to face it. Do I think that your leaders have made the right decision at every point and turn?” He wobbled his hand back and forth, then shrugged. “But that’s typical. No one is going to make the perfect decision their entire life. And your kind live forever, so you are bound to make some major screwups. Mulitple ones.”

“Does that mean you think . . . Taking on this assignment wasn’t a screwup, but . . . There have been many decisions made that I would have done differently. Why did I not?”

“You were told how to handle it and you did as directed. That’s what you where supposed to do. Do you deserve fault for that? No. It’s like wiht the military soilders. We send them in to do the dirty work and their actions are not to be put on their shoulders. It is on the ones who made the decisions. You are no different than them. Just a solider in a higher ranking spot than most.”

Twisted as that explanation sounded, it made a lot of sense. Yet, it felt like an execuse to soothe his aching soul.

“What I think . . .” Elijah pointed at the television screen as the newstation began replaying Enapay’s second speech. “That man is hell bent on making a point. One many are going to agree with. Go flockign to him. Want to join him in his cause, even if he has not said one thing about them doing so.”

Elijah was right. People whow disliked the Vampires would hear him providing them with facts taht could eliminate the stronghold teh Vampires had on the world. They would race to join in him in gaining control over the ones they viewed as their enemy. So far, Enapay had maid very mild statements against the Vampires. In the long run at least. Monsterious beings. Aliens. Those were all mild compared to some of the reactions that came about when he brought the Vampires existence to life. There’s been some lynch mobs formed, which went further to prove Alexander’s point that they should never have made themselves known to the humans. Javis was sure he could have avoided those kind of reactions if the right plan had been devised, but him sneaking in among the authorative ranks of goverment and making changes that restructured the entire layout of the United States only riled up most of the people to start with. It had taken him lots of traveling and press conferences and show of great acts to bring people over to his view of Vampires being just like any other human. A fact that stuck in his craw each time he had said it. They were far from being similar to humans.

“It is going to take a hidden harsh act to bring this to a resoultion isn’t it?” As much as he hated the idea of having to hang something over anyone’s head, which he’d known from the frist word that left Enapay’s mouth that he would have to, he would do so.

“Sure it is, but it’s been done before.”

“Sucks doing so.”

“Mateo is the best at his job. He will make it less painful for you.” Elijah slapped his leg. “He always has. Just give him some time. Until then . . . take in advice as it come and bide time with other work. Not like running the country is an easy job.”