And there is a woman lying on the table with a man in a white coat bent over her. His hands are covered in blood as he digs them into her chest. His hair is blonde and cut short, pushed back and perfectly styled. His eyes are a muddy brown with flecks of gold. He’s tall and muscular, very attractive actually, but the cool, calm, almost serene expression on his face as he rips open the screaming woman makes me shiver in revulsion.
“What the fuck is this?” I snarl.
It reminds me of the experiments I found in that warehouse basement, but much more extreme, and the poor woman is screaming in agony. Her face is covered in sweat and blood, her once blonde hair is dyed pink with it, and her body is stark naked and exposed to everyone. Tears roll from her eyes as she slams her head from side to side.
“Ah-ha,” I hear him mutter, and then there is a sickening ripping noise and the woman collapses on the table, unmoving. His hands pull from her chest, and I watch as he lifts her heart free and walks over to the bench and grabs a needle. My eyes flicker back to the woman as her head lolls to the side, her eyes empty and locked on where we are standing. A lone tear trails down through the blood on her face. Her whole chest is torn open, like something tried to get out...or in.
I stare into those grey orbs as horror and anger fill me until my eyes bleed to black, and I look at the man responsible. He presses the needle into the heart and lifts the plunger, and her blood fills it before he places them both side by side on a black board on the table. There are what appear to be runes and other objects placed around it.
“What the fuck is this shit, Assmos? I get the whole kidnapping women to make better supernaturals…” I turn then. “But I thought you were trying to breed them. That’s not it, is it? Or at least not just that?”
“No, that is part of the agenda. Most involved know of it and agree. They want stronger bloodlines and mixing ancient or powerful beings with pure bloods was a brilliant idea, but in case it did not work, we needed another way of ensuring our races live on. That we live on, the dominant species.”
“To take over the fucking world, yeah, I’ve heard that on every bad hero movie...but what is he doing? The experiments on humans? Pushing them to their limits to bring out latent genes...it’s more than that. That looks like black magic or some shit, I can almost feel it in the air.”
“It is in a way, I cannot tell you any more, Dawn. Not yet, not until you understand why. You are important, your power is indescribable, and with you, with your blood, we could create something so powerful it would be unstoppable.” He turns to me, looking hopeful, like he thinks I’ll really be onboard with this shit. “We are dying, Dawn. This is the only way. Surely you see everything I do is for the good of our people? Your people now, you are one of us.”
“The hunters?” I query, grasping for information now that he’s talking, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
“Easy, they need money. I simply posed as a rich human disgusted in finding out the world is filled with monsters. They think they are hunting them for us and that I use the witches to help contain it. They are willing to turn a blind eye to most things for money, so easy to corrupt.” He shakes his head.
“The witches?” I press.
“They want what I do, power. More reach, to rule again. To be the people behind the crown.” He shrugs.
“I-I still don’t get it, what is he doing? Who is he?”
“Do you remember how I said you had a choice? How many people have latent blood in them? What if we could change that? What if we could, at will, make them like us? Not as strong of course, but everyone needs soldiers and servants.” He peers at me then, his eyes alight with purpose. “What if we could change humans to be like us? I don’t mean change them like vampires, but change their actual genetic structure until they are all monsters? We could