feeding from a Rasta,” said Herod to Lombhardi. Lombhardi chuckled.
“I thought you knew,” said Lombhardi to Victor who was still sprawled on the couch.
“The THC goes straight to their bloodstream. Pure unadulterated ganja high,” Lombhardi said. Victor held his head and continued to moan. Angela rushed over to Victor.
“I'm sorry baby,” she said as she stooped down beside him. She put the back of her hand to his forehead.
“You’re such a baby, darling,” said Angela. “You’ll be okay. It will wear off in a couple of days.”
Angela summoned a waitress over. A young looking brunette vampire beckoned to her call.
“Please get me a gallon bottle of warm water and the peroxide out of the medicine cabinet. The young brunette nodded and rushed off.
“I guess I'm going to have to take off early tonight to take care of you,” said Angela.
“I guess,” moaned Victor.
Lombardi walked to another table to serve a young vampire couple that had just walked in. The young brunette waitress returned with the water and peroxide. Angela carefully measured two bottle caps of peroxide and poured it into the water.
“Sit up and drink this. It will help with your nausea,” said Angela as she helped him to sit up.
She poured a glass of the mixture and gave it to him.
A whirling alarm, which sounded distant at first, shrieked outside the restaurant.
Within minutes Victor was surrounded by members of Vampirol, the vampire police force that patrolled the vampire world.
Angela stood up in front of Victor.
“Victor Saul?” said a bearded Vampirol officer decked in a red uniform with blue stripes draped along his jacket and pants.
“I am Victor Saul. What is this about,” said Victor in a weak voice.
He put down the glass of peroxide mixture on the table.
“Sir, I am Inspector Vladimir Anon,” with Vampirol. “You are hereby placed under arrest.”
“For what,” said Victor suddenly not feeling so sickly.
“I was getting to that if you will allow me,” said Inspector Anon. “Seize him,” said Inspector Annan.
Eight officers surrounded him. One of them tasered him so that he couldn’t fly.
He immediately screamed in pain as the taser surged through his body.
He fell with a soft blow onto the couch.
“What is this for? Can’t you see he is sick?” said Angela as she tried to push the officers away from him.
“Ma'am. Get out of the way or we’ll arrest you for assaulting a member of the force and obstructing officers carrying out their duties,” said Inspector Anon.
Victor tossed in pain.
“Pick him up,” said the inspector. They pushed Angela out of the way.
“Mr. Saul. You are under arrest for threatening treason against the kingdom of darkness,” said the inspector.
“Cuff him,” he said. The officers cuffed him and dragged his weak body out of Villagio's with Angela screaming.
The patrons resumed their bloody meals.
Inspector Anon and the officers flew into the air with Victor dangling by his shoulders.
Within moments they flew him to an exceeding high mountain cave with a large entrance.
They took him deep within the cave to an area with a cell lockup.
They threw him in and slammed the specially made bars shut. No vampire known to their world could break it.
Normally a vampires spit had special enzymes that melted metal but this cell was impervious to its effects. Victor slid flat on the floor.
Who said something? That was a private conversation between me and Angela thought Victor. It had to be a customer at Villagio’s. I saw a few on their phones, continued Victor in thought.
The taser’s effect was wearing off. A voice came from inside the cell.
“Hey brother. Sit up. Don’t let them see you defeated. That is what they want,” said a young black vampire with cool brown skin and long braided here.
Victor sat up on the floor with his back to the wall. He still felt a little dizzy.
“I'm okay,” said Victor. They were silent for a moment. Victor broke