Four days later

A week has passed since the Sinclairs arrived in town and the regular town is not so regular anymore.

After a very productive first few days, the vampire Masters have stopped the creation of new thrall when the vampire **** population reached fifty. Obviously, some mortals are still turned either by accident, out of necessity or after a particularly eager performance during a feeding session. But the Masters do not want to drain the town dry too fast.

Most of the humans are not yet aware of the presence of the monsters in their midst but there is a lingering fear in everyone’s heart. People avoid going out at night and they generally prefer moving around in groups. Town folks are starting to feel that something is wrong and they are not mistaken. In other times, they would start sharpening their pitchforks. But, luckily for the Sinclairs, those times are gone. Bob would obviously argue that the fair maidens that came with the pitchforks are also gone but all in all, blood being blood and pussies and dicks being pussies and dicks, the exchange is not too bad.

The local churches have been burning down one after the other, generally with the pastor or the priest in charge locked inside. Electra has been keeping busy. Anton Lefey representatives have been invited to open a local branch and negotiations are ongoing.

For the first time in a long while, the local football team has won against an outside rival. This could have raised the town morale had it not been for the quite provocative show the local cheerleaders put up at mid game. Not to mention, obviously, the weird epidemic of memory loss and anemia that plagued all the attendants the next day. The town knew they had won, yet they could not remember the final score nor any specific play of the second half of the game. Considering the carnage, that might have been for the best.

A couple of local news agencies have sent reporters to investigate but they were all sent back home with an uninteresting story and a serious blood loss. So far, the Vatican and the other vampire hunting agencies are not aware of the presence of the three Masters in town.

On the upside, Eternico’s business in town is booming. Coffins, sun lotions, anti-hunter security systems, blood conservation devices, sex toys, anemia treatments, Satan worship paraphernalia shipments arrive every day. Bob is keeping busy.

And the Sinclairs are enjoying themselves a lot.