Natalie, Todd's assistant, was the mastermind behind the recent deaths in Oasis. An assistant that Todd had trusted with all the privileged information about his business.
“What happened to the
wooden stake in the heart that is supposed to kill vampires? And…” David said.
“Not only are you a useless human, but also a
stupid one. Stakes only immobilize vampires, while fire destroys them forever,”
Natalie said. Mike agreed with her that some humans have no reason on earth for
existing.
“Are there others like
you?” Mike asked, hoping that there weren’t more of these creatures running
around: multiplying.
“I am the only one.”
“Had you been one of The
Dead before the spell?” Shana asked.
“Yes. I had been one of The Dead, posing as
Todd’s assistant.”
“That was how you knew in
advance about all my plans and meetings,” Todd said.
“Yes. You had been fooled
for so long. Your nature is too trusting for you to ever be a good vampire.”
Todd watched as Natalie
puffed up her body, attempting to appear
larger than her mere petite frame allowed her to be. He was disgusted with her
for fooling him; but more importantly, he was disgusted with himself for not
seeing through her clever ruse of posing as his faithful assistant. He hissed,
“It had to be someone who’d been aware of all my plans in advance—to be always
one step ahead of me. You were the only one who had prior knowledge of all my
meetings and social engagements; the one who constantly pried into my personal life; the one who leaked privileged information about our secret gatherings.
You sicken and repulse me.”
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