the best way to take him out.”
“And how can I follow him? I still do not know how to hide like you and besides I am basically dead during the day.”
“You ARE dead and how you do it is your problem. I will provide you with any resources you need. But you have to learn not to depend on me to know what to do or how to do it.”
“Hmm. I am perfectly capable of doing it by myself. Thank you for nothing! Tomorrow tell your people to drop me off in the freeway, on the entrance to the suburb El Canaote and tell Alejandro to go see me later tonight.” Guillem turned around and left the place.
He went straight to the armoury to get more ammunition and then went to his room to keep practising how to hide objects on himself, the ability would be helpful the next night. He saw the same blond girl with milky skin he had met on his first night there walking through the corridor in her sexy underwear as usual and called her.
“Hey, sweety, can you come?”
“Of course master.”
“Do not call me like that, the only master is God.”
“And Sebastian and now you. You are Gods, you are immortal.”
“You are really lost, don't you? Anyway, be happy. I hid something on myself, a pistol. Can you find it?”
She began touching his body and he felt as her hands went straight down to his penis.
“Hey! I am talking about a real pistol.”
“I am sorry master, I just thought.” She kept touching him all over his body, even placing her hands on the pistol, but finally she said “No master, I cannot find it.”
“You sure? You even touched it.”
“Hmm. No, nothing.” She said searching again.
“Well, I have learned to do this right then.”
“Do you want something else from me master? I can feed you or maybe I can offer some sex?” She said blushing.
“No girl. Now leave.”
“I hope I did not bother you.” She said falling on her knees with tears on her eyes.
“No sweet child.” Guillem told her as he knelt in front of her. “I did not want to make you feel bad.” He took her face holding it within his hands. “I just want to be alone by now, can you tell me your name?”
“Monica.” She said crying. “May I kiss your hands?”
“You can call me Guillem.” He answered Guillem as he kissed her in her forehead. “I am not your master, I am your friend. But this is between us, ok?”
Monica got up with a huge smile and ran away. Guillem smiled impressed with these girls innocence. He had seen so much innocence in only a few religious people he had met and his friends of course. He got up from the floor, took his weapon out and left it on the bedside table, changed his clothes and lay down on his bed. The sun was about to come out, he was starting to get agitated.
“Hey little princess, may I come in?” Alejandro said from just outside his room, he still looked older, but was otherwise completely recovered.
“Of course bitch, how are you feeling?”
“Obviously fine, why should I be otherwise?” He said blinking his right eye.
“Ok, so be it. I need you to do something for me during the day. There is a guy I saw tonight dressed as Che Guevara close to El Canaote. I need you to stay around the place and see if you can find him, maybe even follow him. I will need any information you can have for me by tomorrow night.”
“I have no problem, but El Canaote is outside of our territory, none of us is allowed to go in there. I am happy to stay close to the entry and follow him if he comes out during the day.”
“Fine for me. So El Canaote is out of the territory? What happen if you get out of it?”
“Sorry, the problem is not getting out. Is going into El Canaote, that suburb is another vampire's territory.”
“Can't you get into someone else's territory?”
“No, Sebastian wouldn't allow us. So far they respect ours so we do not want to break the truce.”
“Fair enough. Does that prohibition extends to me?”
“Did Sebastian tell you anything?”
“No.”
“Well, it should apply to you as well. If I were you, I would ask him.”
“Will do it, now leave me alone. I am feeling agitated and need to sleep.”
“Yes little princess, see you later today.”
“See you later bitch.”
The next night he got up, washed, changed clothes and went out. The Ford Explorer and Alejandro were waiting for him outside.
“First take me to the La Guadalupe church. I have a long overdue visit to do there.”
“Yes sir.” Answered the driver.
Alejandro got into the back of the van together with him.
“So?”
“Saw your friend. At about 3pm, he looked all trashed up as if he just woke up, went straight to a kiosk that was selling empanadas and ate a few. Have you seen a lady called Marta Roca?”
“The Cabrera fan?”
“Yes, she picked him up in a small motorcycle and took him to Las Mercedes. They went to a cachapa restaurant and sat at a table, I managed to find a table there just next to them and overhear some of their conversation. They were talking about the commander getting all stressed up with the Che's failure, then she told him he had to make everything right without fault and what might be more important, they agreed he would do it tonight and Marta demanded him to take care of it in person.”
“Excellent, thank you Alejandro. Something else?”
“Not really, from there they separated and our Che walked around vandalising anything he could get his hands onto.”
They took Guillem to the church, it was located in Las Mercedes just next to the high school in which he had studied. He covered his head with the hood and went into the church to pray. Almost an hour later he saw a priest that used to be his history teacher passing next to him and thought about calling him. But what could he say? “Sorry father because I have sinned, in the past few days I died and came back as a creature that goes against anything that is divine in this world. I have shot other people, killing a few. I feed from their blood and consider them cattle.”. He just got up and left the place.
Alejandro and the others took him back to El Canaote's entry.
“Do you need help?” Alejandro asked him. “What are you planning on doing?”
“I do not think I will need any help. I am planning on taking out only the leader by ambushing him up the road, hopefully by doing it that way I will be able to avoid any major confrontation. Can you lend me your mobile phone? And give me a number where I can locate you just in case.”
“Of course.” He said handing him over a rather old and simple mobile. “Call us if you have any issue, we will keep doing some rounds around the territory anyway.”
As soon as they left him, he started walking toward a bench and sat there for a couple hours. A few vagrants went by him, but left him alone. Finally he saw as a group of old pickup trucks came out of El Canaote, at the front of them was a motorcycle that looked like a Harley Davidson which was driven by Che.
Guillem got up and ran up the mountain toward Santa Ines, getting ahead of the group of thugs. There he waited on the side of the road hidden in the dark for them to approach. As soon as Che passed by him he ran toward him charging at over 60km/h and knocking him out of the bike. Both of them fell off the cliff next to the road where both managed to hold on from a couple of trees just a few metres downhill and stop the fall.
Guillem saw how Che hid behind a few trees as he was yelling “Call Marta!” and “What the hell are you?”. Guillem took out his pistol and fired at him, he commanded his blood to repair the damage his body received in the fall. His shots just bounced harmlessly off the trees, but instead Che fired back at him with what seemed like a small machine gun, with the burst hitting Guillem on the left arm.
He dropped the pistol and charged through the trees with his sword in hand as his body kept repairing itself. He reached and attacked Che in one swift movem
ent, but Che managed to parry his attack using a knife he drew. Annoyed Guillem dropped the sword and tried to grapple Che, but he used the opportunity and pushed Guillem back making him fall a few feet down the cliff before Guillem managed once more to stop his fall by holding on to a few trees. Che ran downhill towards him and kicked him with all his strength on the top of the head making him fall a few more meters, landing on the roof of a house of the El Canaote suburb. His body was still repairing itself from all the damage received in the past few minutes and he could hear the bullets expelled from his arm when they fell to the metallic roof where he was standing.
He got up, took his musket from its sheath and aimed it at Che, who was climbing back up. His first shot hit a tree just next to Che's head, but his second shot hit him directly in the back. Che fell all the way down and landed unconscious in a blood pool on the same roof just next to the place where Guillem was standing.
The view of all that blood, plus his hunger and all the anger he felt toward someone so despicable as to be attacking his defenceless family, made him loose control once more. He leaped at the still warm corpse and began biting, tearing his meat and draining all the blood and life that was left in it. He enjoyed dismembering it piece by piece. Finally when he was satisfied and relaxed enough, Guillem get back his self control and smiled at what he had just done.
The whole roof was covered in blood and body pieces. The blood was dripping down from the sides of it and he could hear people talking below it. Guillem went slowly to the side of the roof to see who was there and found a big group of people which
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