and family members there and between both groups were a couple of police officers that grew up in Santa Ines as well, they were very nice and caring officers.
He went around the place trying not to be seen. Finally he arrived to the most far away house from that block, he climbed up to the roof using the many window screens and irregularities in the walls until he reached the roof and then since all the houses' roofs were connected, he walked balancing on the tiles from one house to the next until he found a proper place from which he could aim at the stairs and defend his people in case of an attack.
He stayed there waiting, using the musket's sight to see his family and friends, all of them seemed very sleep deprived and still had a few bandages, the only one that was still not there was Roberto who was hopefully recovering properly. Between the group of people from Santa Ines he saw Lissette as well, as beautiful as he remembered her from their date, she would sometimes go talk with his parents and friends.
The manifestation was quite pacific, there was the occasional troublemaker that threatened to start a fight, but the police officers would calm them down very quickly. There were people arriving by the stairs all the time. Guillem kept checking each one of them as they arrived using the musket's sight, he had compiled a small list of possible armed troublemakers which he kept checking frequently.
Suddenly he heard a few shots coming from a small group of people located close to the stairs entry, one of the police officers yelled “all drop to the floor” and saw as both of them hid behind a vehicle and started firing back, one of the police officers was already hurt. Most people dropped to the floor as the officers ordered, but some were running around scared trying to find somewhere to hide. The shots coming from the stairs made a very strong noise, as if the shooters were using some very high calibre guns, they were 4 shooters in total. Guillem started firing at them with his musket, between the police men with their fireproof armour and Guillem's firing support it was not long until one of the shooters was too badly hurt and had to step back down. As soon as they saw their partner back out from the fight, the others ran away down stairs leaving their wounded partner sitting on the stair's steps. Both police officers then started helping the people gathered there to get away safely with some help from Cristobal and Tom.
After putting back the musket in its back sheath, Guillem let himself slide by the roof on the other side of the police men and fall to the ground. Then he ran as fast as he could, getting as far as a couple kilometres in around 10 seconds. From there he kept running toward the freeway using the main road until he saw the troublemakers. He decided to follow them for a few minutes until they reached a red pickup truck that was parked just in front of the El Canaote suburb's entry.
He saw as a guy dressed as the Che Guevara complete with uniform, beret and even what seemed like a wig came off the truck and discussed hotly with the group, he seemed to threaten them and finally pointed at the pickup truck. All of them got on the cargo area and the pickup truck left the place going into El Canaote.
As soon as the pickup truck left, Guillem started walking toward Santa Ines once more using the main road to try and avoid the group of people that might still be congregated above in the far end of the stairs. He hid musket just as Alejandro showed him how to do it, so nobody would think it was there, hopefully it worked that time. It was a good opportunity to think through what just happened. He, a religious guy firing at people. His life, or dead or whatever being a vampire could be called, was reduced to going around shooting and killing people. To run around waiting for someone to attack his family and friends and then to come out guns blazing to defend it? Kill people that might just be confused with all the cheap speeches Cabrera was doing and then feeding from their blood. Even now he was feeling so much hunger it was hard to control himself.
As he was arriving to Santa Ines he saw as the same pickup truck pass him at full speed, there were many bad looking people sitting and screaming in the cargo area.
Sighing he followed them. To run at full speed again would only make him feel more and more hunger every time, but he had no alternative. The pickup truck went up this time toward the Santa Ines shopping centre, it was located in the edge between Santa Ines and the Los Samanes suburb. Guillem stopped next to some close trees from which he was able to see the thugs.
It was a total of 5 troublemakers that came down of the truck, three of them from the cargo area plus two sitting inside it, one of them was the Che Guevara clone. They separated and each one went to a different shop and started trying to force them open.
Once they managed to break into the stores Guillem hid the musket in the tree and took his pistol. He approached the place trying not to be seen, first he went toward the bread shop where one of the thugs went in, as soon as he entered he saw as the guy ran and hid behind one of the counters, but as soon as he saw Guillem pointing at him with the pistol, the thug just came out crawling and crying.
“Please buddy, do not shoot me! Here, I am now unarmed.” He sad dropping a knife, but Guillem just closed in and put the pistol on his forehead.
“Those bitches forced me to do this, it is not my fault.” Guillem kept aiming at his head.
“Come on, you know how these things are. Yes? A woman comes in and says that we will now work for her and that she has the backup of the president, you cannot say no, can you?” He said crying, but Guillem kept silent and aiming at his head.
“Please! For God's sake!” Guillem shot him.
“God sent me to take care of rubbish like you. You always had the option to say no and be a man.” Guillem said.
As soon as he saw the blood, he could only thing on drinking it, on tasting that divine red fluid. He felt as his hunger controlled him once again despite his efforts to control himself, so he jumped to the still alive warm body and bit and tore the flesh open, and then drank his blood until there was not even one drop left.
By the time he regained his self control the thug's body was completely destroyed. Guillem saw at the remains with a smile and he did not care, this was his new role in life anyway although he knew he had to learn to control himself so he could kill and eat in a more sane way.
He got up, reloaded his weapon and went to the shop next door. It was a small dry cleaning store. He entered it silently and shot the intruder on the back, but the thug moved aside at the last moment making the bullet just graze him on the right shoulder. With an agility that he had never seen before, the guy ran and hid at the back of the store between the hanging clothes. Guillem tried to find him for a while and when he finally did it, he took his sword and charged at him. Somehow the thug managed to dodge his attack receiving just a small cut and ran outside before Guillem could react. Given the situation, Guillem ran out of there at full speed and back to the tree where he left his musket to pick it up.
The thug was bleeding profusely and yelling asking for help, Guillem used the opportunity to take a shot at the guy with the musket, hurting him on the chest before he managed to hide behind a short wall. The others came out of the shops firing at the tree where he was hiding, Guillem fired his second shot at the wounded guy as he received multiple shots once and again, he tried to fix his body as he had done before, he could see the bullets expelled from his body dropping to the floor just next to his feet, but it was too much the damage he was receiving so before going unresponsive he ran away from the tree as quickly as possibly.
He ran as much and as far as he could and finally sat in a shadow in a small green park in Santa Ines. He was starving and had exceeded his capabilities again, his legs were not able to run fast any more. He leaned back against a tree, closed his eyes and waited, trying not to think about anything.
Half an hour later the Ford Explorer arrived and Guillem boarded it. He had to have a talk with Sebastian about the recent developments.
Once they arrived home Guillem looked every where until he finally found Sebastian praying in the little chapel.
“I need to talk to you.”
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nbsp; “Give me a second, let me finish my prayers.” A few minutes later. “I can see you are starving. First, eat.” He called the girls and asked them to bring another vagabond.
The girls came back a few minutes later dragging a cart with another vagabond. Guillem fed from him until he was satisfied and had fixed all the damage done to his body, leaving a couple bullets lying on the floor. He really missed the divine pleasure that was to drink human blood.
As soon as he finished feeding he turned back to Sebastian and started talking.
“This is not working for me.” He told Sebastian.
“What do you mean?” He asked with a very threatening voice.
“I am not a warrior, I can barely use the weapons you gave me. I need more practice to do this.”
“I was expecting you to say that. It have been like it from the beginning. Do you know that after what you did today to them, they are just going to send more people with bigger weapons? You have to destroy the head of the group to buy your suburb some time while you get to understand your new powers.”
“And how am I supposed to do that? Magic? Today I saw a guy dressed like the Che Guevara, he was bossing the thugs around.”
“Then he is your target. Follow him, see what he does and then find out