Chapter 13: chapter 12 : Total Domination
Under Harper's advice, they didn't opt for confrontation so they chose to talk first to find out Jack's situation and try to negotiate.
They arrived at the gate where they politely requested an interview with the owner of the house and the doorman went to announce them to his boss.
While they were waiting , Harper with his superhuman hearing listened to someone talking inside.
"Ask these…cow-fucking peasants to come in and get rid of the children's bodies, the crocodiles are hungry in the swamp…" the man said and Harper sensed potential bad news for John.
The doors were opened for them and armed men took them to the large living room where Angelo received them dressed in a bathrobe and sitting casually enjoying a glass of what appeared to be red wine but by the smell Harper knew that it was blood with a very pleasant and fresh smell. Angelo Bronte was a vampire.
Angelo: Whatever you have to say, say it quickly. It's rare that I grant an audience to filthy strangers...
Harper: Mr. Bronte, we-(interrupted)
Angelo: Why among the three of you it's up to the Negro to speak ?
A silence reigned in the room and Harper turned to look at the other two, giving them a big smile.
Harper: Arthur, John I wish you would trust me enough to wait for me outside, please.
They looked at him carefully before looking at Bronte and they nodded before heading out, the main thing was getting Jack back and they knew Harper knew how to be efficient. Inside, Harper looked calmly at Angelo and with a movement of his index finger...
*CRACK*
The necks of the guards in the room broke and they died instantly, falling limply to the ground as Angelo stood up, looking at Harper with more suspicion.
Harper: Now that negro has your full attention...
Angelo: Uno stregone...you are a wizard...
"A wizard you better not piss off, vampire…" Harper said with a face without the slightest emotion. Right now, he was a super-powered wizard with the merged potentials of thirteen witches and infinitely powerful magic. He had the spells and knowledge of Rosalie and the other witches he fed on.
Angelo: You and your people are getting more and more arrogant, say what you want and-(interrupted)
Harper gave him a very violent aneurysm which made the Italian scream in pain, having never experienced this level of pain.
Harper: It's important that you know the attitude to adopt in my presence, Mr. Bronte. I am the judge of who can address me as an equal or not depending on my mood and you have put me in a bad mood Mr. Bronte.
Angelo: Non sono…sopravvissuto…*AAAAAH*… per più di seicento anni per essere insultato…dal figlio…di uno schiavo (I didn't survive for more than six hundred years to be insulted by a son of a slave)
"I don't understand your dialect my friend…" Harper said calmly while with his hands he mimed a pressure gesture.
Immediately, Angelo's arms and legs broke and he fell moaning in pain, the aneurysm was still active and with no drop in intensity, he realized that the boys in front of him were horribly dangerous so he looked towards him nodding obediently and immediately the pain went away.
Harper: Very well Mr. Bronte, now that we understand each other-(stops)
He watched Angelo's broken limbs heal as he tried to push himself up into his chair.
Harper: What are you doing ?
Angelo: I...I-(interrupted)
Harper: Return to the ground immediately in the position you were in...I didn't allow you to get up.
Angelo: FIGLIO DI PUTTAN-(interrupted)
Harper looked at him with a smile as he rubbed the tip of his right index finger over the palm of his left hand and immediately Angelo felt the touch of Harper's finger in his chest directly over his heart.
Harper: Don't put me in any more of a bad mood, Mr. Bronte. Stay in your place…
Angelo looked at Harper this time with real fear before returning to the ground to lie down, he had played the arrogance of racism with him so Harper was showing him that he could be even more arrogant and oppressive.
Harper: That's very good, Mr. Bronte. Now I would like to know where the child the Braithwaites men delivered to you is. Tell me where he is and don't try to waste my time or you'll regret it bitterly.
Angelo: In the basement, he's in the basement...
Harper: What are you doing with these children, Mr. Bronte? Don't worry, I don't care if it's a child. Speak freely...
Angelo: I...I drink their blood. I've always been a foodie and children's blood tastes...delicate. It's…it's become a habit and a need for me…
Harper:…hum…
Angelo: (uncomfortable breathing) Don't worry, I haven't touched that kid you talked about yet. He...he is well fed...
Harper: I'll allow you to get up and take me to him. Try anything and…(laughs) you'll see.
Several minutes later, the main door opened and Harper came out with Jack running towards his father. John thanked Harper sincerely and Arthur nodded in appreciation.
Harper: Go without me, I still have things to take care of here. (To John) The little one must know about his mother...tell Dutch that when I get back I will have a proposition to make for the whole group.
"We're waiting for you there…" Arthur replied and they left while he himself returned inside the villa to the large living room where Angelo was sitting with a stressed face.
Harper: Tell me Mr. Bronte, how many centuries have you lived now?
Angelo: I'm 682 years old now...
Harper: You are a fairly old vampire, certainly very strong and who deserves respect. Are you aware of the presence of the originals?
Angelo: Yes, but they are too busy with their power struggle against witches and wolves to care about my presence, I have learned to be discreet with experience and if I am still here instead of running away from them zone of influence is because I could help them and make them powerful allies.
Harper: So with experience comes intelligence.
Angelo: You are an extremely powerful sorcerer. What if we cooperated...?
Harper: Looks like you have a lot to offer...
Angelo: Più di quanto pensi...(More than you think)
"Let me see what you have to offer, Mr. Bronte..." Harper said as his eyes turned red, the whites of his eyes turned completely black and black veins appeared on his lower eyelids along with his canines more long.
Angelo: IMPOSSIBLE...
Angelo Bronte tried to move at supernatural speed but with his magic, Harper immobilized him with horrible pain throughout his body. He knew Angelo was older than him and physically no match so he used magic to gain the advantage before rushing at him and biting his neck to drink his blood and suck the magic out of Angelo , a nearly 700 year old vampire was a delicacy that would make Harper even more powerful.
After digesting Angelo's power and memories minutes later, Harper stood up feeling his body become even stronger, he was almost as strong as a 700 year old vampire now and his magical power had increased further.
With just one look from Harper, Angelo's body started to burn, he got out of there and Angelo's men outside looked at him strangely, he was wearing one of Angelo's beautiful suits in his size and had a beautiful silver sword cane, Angelo Bronte was a great fencer a long time ago and all his knowledge was in his mind now.
Harper had completely soundproofed the interior of the villa from the start and neither of them could find out what had happened inside.
"Leave here and forget all about Angelo Bronte..." They heard Harper's voice in their minds who used his psychic gifts to bewitch them and they obediently left from there.
He returned to Shady Belle the next day after a night in a hotel in New Orleans having hired the services of several prostitutes.
The others tried to explain to Jack what had happened to his mother but he barely understood but was too young to realize that his mother was dead, it had made the girls in the group cry and John didn't know what to say to his son but the child only had him now and he now had to take his role as a father seriously.
Harper gathered everyone outside telling them he wanted to talk to them about important things, they were seriously intrigued by this and Tilly wanted to follow him outside with the others but he sent her into a deep sleep by magic to prevent her She doesn't spoil anything. Everyone was outside when Harper spoke.
Harper: You're probably intrigued and curious as to why I brought you together here, but first...
*BLAM*
He shot himself in the head with his volcano gun as the others looked on in disbelief and shock as his lifeless body fell to the ground.
"HARPER" Karen ran to the body with wet eyes.
Arthur: Jesus cursed Christ !!!
Charles: No…
Hosea: What just happened.
They were left completely shaken by Harper's suicide. Completely distraught, they tried to find out why Harper did this when Swanson screamed in terror, pointing his finger in the direction where the body was.
Surprised, they all turned to look at Harper's corpse but he was gone. Karen who was crying for him had barely closed her eyes for a few seconds when he disappeared from there.
"Surprising, isn't it?" They heard Harper's voice from above and watched as he stood on the roof of the big house, he dropped and as if gravity had no effect on him, he landed without no problem.
Harper: I'll answer all your questions before you even ask them. I am a vampire…
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