Window of hope

61

Michael looked outside again. The sun was rising this time. Its rays rained over the hills and valleys. The darkness of the night fled and shed light of day over the town with magnificence. The roads were wider and smoother. The buildings were larger and taller. The land were the bakery Michael remembered had a playground built over it.

He took a big whiff and sighed. The human stench had increased. Food-wise, this was a good thing, however it didn’t support the leadership plans he had for the future.

Humans were sneaky creatures.

“Deal?” He scoffed, “with them?”

“Yes, my lord. If we are allowed to live with them, the likelihood of an uprising is close to never,” the vampire informed him.

“Allowed? Do we have to be allowed to take over what is rightfully ours?” he questioned, “This is our home, need I remind you.”