Here’s the end of chapter two. It’s not too horrible for a first draft, but it’s still pretty bad. Enjoy!
“This is very interesting,” Andrei said. He got up and began pacing in front of the fire. “Very interesting. I didn’t think it was possible to make vampires in America.”
“That’s my point,” Stanley said. “It’s a very specific process to becoming a vampire. If it wasn’t, everyone would do it. The likelihood that it could be done here is next to impossible.”
“But not totally impossible,” Andrei admitted. “Just because it we don’t think it would happen doesn’t mean that it couldn’t.”
“The point I’d like to make, Andrei,” Neda said, leaning forward, elbows coming to rest on her knees, “is that whether or not they exist should be explored as well as what to do with them if they do exist. Nathan believes that they should be destroyed.”
“It is the only logical course of action, Neda,” Vacek said, almost, but not quite talking down to her. “They’re made of different stuff. Like I said before, they’re unnatural. They shouldn’t exist. They need to be destroyed.”
“Did you not hear what Andrei just said? Just because we don’t think they would exist doesn’t mean they couldn’t. And if they can exist, that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re some kind of abomination,” Neda said.
“Or that they exist at all,” Stanley said.
Andrei ignored them, pacing in thought in front of the fireplace. A spark jumped out and hit him mid-thigh, but he just brushed it off like it was nothing more bothersome than a fly.
“You didn’t see them feed,” Vacek said. “I spared you the most graphic details. It was vicious, brutal, and disgusting. It was the most vile thing I’ve ever seen. Absolutely no manners at all.”
Vacek made a face and Stanley rolled his eyes.
“This has got to be the weakest evidence I’ve ever heard,” Stanley said. “This is really the best you can come up with? They have poor manners and you didn’t know them. How do you know they’re not some backwater Old Country vampires? They could be the hillbilly equivalent for all we know.”
Vacek made a noise in his throat like a he was trying to cough up a hairball and swallow it at the same time. The face he made reflected the sound.
“I realize that you walk around looking like a thrift store rescue project, but to suggest that our society could foster such reprehensible people is disgusting and unthinkable!”
“Careful. Your ivory tower is tilting. You don’t want to fall and break your neck.”
Vacek leaned forward in his chair and Stanley leaned forward on the couch. Neda placed a hand on his knee.
“You two are getting nowhere with this ridiculous argument,” she said. She gave Stanley’s knee a squeeze and he took the hint. He sat back. “You both have valid points about the possible existence of the American vampires. You’ve each proven your points. Now stop arguing it before you say things that can’t be taken back.”
“We passed that point about three hundred and fifty years ago, Neda,” Stanley said. He pushed his glasses up to his forehead and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I mean at this particular moment in time,” Neda said. “I don’t believe Andrei would appreciate you two engaging in a heated debated resulting in busted furniture in his lovely den.”
“I assure you, Neda, I would be able to keep my temper,” Vacek said, sitting back.
“I can’t make that promise,” Stanley said under his breath, looking away.
Neda squeezed his knee again.
“This needs further investigation,” Andrei said suddenly, surprising everyone.
He strode over to the empty recliner and sat down.
“I agree,” Neda said, finding her voice first.
“If you’re not otherwise engaged, I’d like the three of you to go out to Mesa and try to find these vampires and determine their origin,” Andrei said. “Maybe they exist, maybe they don’t. We need to find out for sure.”
“And if they exist?” Neda asked.
“We’ll deal with that when it’s confirmed that they exist,” Andrei said, bouncing his leg and playing with his fingers. “I don’t want to get too far ahead of things. First we determine that they exist. Then we’ll move on to the next bit of business. Are you all willing to take up this task?”
“I don’t see why Ivanov needs to go,” Vacek said. “He doesn’t believe they exist. It would just be a waste of his time.”
“Thanks so much for thinking of me, Vacek. I really appreciate that,” Stanley said. “But since I’d planned to spend this time with Neda anyway, I think I’ll go along. This means a lot to her and I think it’d be best if I go and support her in this endeavor.”
He looked at Neda.
“You do want to go to Mesa don’t you? And you wouldn’t mind me tagging along, would you?” he asked.
“I have every intention of going to Mesa,” she said, a cruel smile crossing her lips as she looked at Vacek. “And I’d love for you to come along, Stanley.” She looked at him and her smile softened. “In fact, I need you to come with me on this trip.”
“I’d be delighted,” Stanley said, smiling back.
“Fine,” Vacek said.
“Good! I’m glad that’s settled,” Andrei said, clapping his hands. “I’d like you guys to get out there as soon as possible. The quicker this thing is put to rest the happier I will be.”
He stood up and the three of them stood with him.
“And I would appreciate it if you would all take care of this as quietly as possible. We don’t need to attract any more attention. I’m sure this sort of behavior hasn’t gone unnoticed.”
“We’ll do our best,” Neda said.
Andrei looked at them each in turn.
“I’m sure you will,” he said finally. “I’ll see about getting better communications up here. I’d like you to keep me better informed about this.”
“Of course,” Vacek said.
Andrei showed them to the upper level and held the door as they left.
“And if you could see to it as to not kill each other until after this is done, I’d really appreciate that as well,” he said.
With a sincere smile, he closed the door.