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A Civilized African Vampire

"Hmm, this is delicious, I love Type-A blood," Adriel Brown said to himself, as he savored the last drops of blood in the survivor's body, before discarding the cooling corpse. Normally, like most conscientious Vampires, Adriel would snap the corpse's neck to make sure that it did not reanimate. In a world full of Zombies, however, he had to amend this habit, and brought a heavy rock down on the corpse's skull instead.

The person whose blood Adriel had just drunk, a red-haired, plump Caucasian woman in her early forties, was finally dead for good. Destroy the brain and you destroy the man, woman, or creature, for good. In a world gone mad, there were very few absolutes left, but this was definitely one of them. No force on the planet Earth, Vampire or Zombie, could bring her back. Adriel had lured her and her companions out of their Zombie-proof hideout by pretending to be a lost survivor in need of shelter. The nameless woman's single moment of altruism had been her undoing...

Six feet two inches tall, broad-shouldered and beefy, with long, thick and dark dreads, and clad in a long Black leather overcoat, faded green sweatshirt and Black jeans, his feet encased in well-worn Black cowboy boots, Adriel cut an imposing figure. Dark-skinned, handsome, and with a roguish air, he'd always been a strong man, and becoming a Vampire had made him immensely powerful. A power that hadn't waned, not even in the dark days since the whole world went to Hell...

Since the Zombies began to rise, craving the flesh of the living, life had been nothing but Hell for the race of the Vampires. The bloodthirsty Undead had long understood that a predator who exhausts his or her food supply will face extinction. The Zombies don't seem to understand any of that. Nor were they capable of anything resembling sentient thought, though some of the fresher Zombies did have their moments.

Adriel Brown had roamed the world for quite some time, ever since he encountered an ancient Arawak Vampire named Talok while fleeing from British slavers on the island of Jamaica in 1817. Adriel was thirty years old when he crossed the threshold separating mundane humanity from the dark realm of the Vampires. Talok's blood transformed Adriel into a powerful Vampire, one gifted with strength, speed and resilience far beyond his years...

Inspired by the successful African revolution against the French colonial powers on the nearby island of Haiti, the Maroons of Jamaica fought against the British colonial powers, and Adriel was at the forefront of the battle. To the Maroons, Adriel became something of a legend, the Blood Prince. The one who did not fear the British soldiers guns, or the hangman's noose. For, like the night, he always come back...

After Adriel became a Vampire, he used his newfound supernatural powers to aid his fellow Maroons in the ongoing conflict against the British colonial forces, and their struggle didn't end until 1838, when slavery was officially abolished in Jamaica. In 1907, Adriel journey to Freetown, Sierra Leone, where he stayed until 1977. Adriel returned to Jamaica that year, and was visiting friends in London, England, in 2017, when everything went wrong. Zombies rose, causing chaos and threatening human and Vampire alike...

"We're going to need a lot more than these stragglers if we hope to make it to next spring," came a voice, and Adriel turned around and smiled at his companion, Zineb Jaber. The tall, slender, bronze-skinned and raven-haired female Vampire, originally from Morocco, shot Adriel a wuthering look. They'd been together since before the Zombie Apocalypse, and while they were more than allies but less than friends, Zineb's presence continued to annoy Adriel at times.

"Says the woman who killed three and glutted on their blood, leaving a brother with bare scraps to feed on," Adriel shot back, and Zineb smiled and shrugged. They'd been roaming the remnants of a nuclear-ravaged London, England, wandering under the darkened, ash-filled skies for ages without finding anything to feed on beside stray cats and packs of marauding dogs that now roamed the vast, and mostly dead, metropolis.

"Oh come on, Adriel, these are the first humans we've seen in weeks, I couldn't help myself," Zineb replied, and she shot Adriel a wink, which caused him to roll his eyes. Feeding on animals was something he did out of necessity. The animals had become plentiful lately, since many of them learned to steer clear of the hordes of mindless, flesh-eating monsters which their former owners had become. Animal blood was fine, but human blood was...something else.

"Zineb, you're young, so perhaps you haven't figured out that we must eat to live, not live to eat," Adriel said, shaking his head. Not for the first time, Adriel wondered why he bothered with the nascent Vampire. Zineb had been created mere years before the Zombie Apocalypse, and still lamented the loss of the old world. Oh, and she hadn't figured out the new, ahem, blood economics of the new world. In a world where humans were scarce, and Zombies were plentiful, Vampires could ill afford to be gluttons...

"Dude, you sound like my grandpa used to," Zineb laughed, and Adriel watched as she tentatively poked the smashed skull of the human on which he'd fed with the tip of her boot. So much for respect for the dead, Adriel thought grimly. He was so wrapped up in his dark musings that the stench of the Zombies almost caught him by surprise. Sniffing the air, he whirled around, and Zineb shot him a puzzled look. Before they knew it, they were surrounded by...them.

Zombies, long considered the stuff of science fiction and horror novels, cult television series and films, have now become a grim reality for all denizens of the planet Earth. They're a threat to every type of fauna, from humans to animals, and even Vampires. Adriel and Zineb stood back to back, fangs bared and claws extended, surrounded by two dozen 'fresh' Zombies who had the wherewithal to sneak up on the Vampires, rather than loudly announcing their presence by moaning.

"We're going to be deader than your Grandpa if we don't get out of this," Adriel said, and Zineb nodded. The Zombies came, and the Vampires waded into them. Lashing out at the slow-moving, mindless flesh-eaters with his claws, Adriel roared out a challenge. The Zombies answered his challenge with their odd half-scream, half-roar, something they did while agitated, and surrounded him.

"I'm sorry," Zineb said, and Adriel, who'd just decapitated a burly male Zombie in overalls, briefly glanced at his companion. Zineb had a pistol drawn, and oddly enough, she was not aiming it at the Zombies. Rather, she was aiming it at Adriel. Smiling, Zineb blew Adriel a kiss, and then squeezed the trigger. He had time to register surprise when Zineb fired, and he cried out as the bullet thudded into his chest. Adriel went down, and the Zombies surged upon him...

"You evil bitch, I'll make you pay," Adriel cried out, trying to ignore the pain in his chest and fight off the Zombie horde. In spite of his superhuman strength, the Zombie horde threatened to overwhelm the stalwart Vampire. I am not going out like that, Adriel swore to himself as he fought against the flesh-eating monsters. He crushed a red-haired male Zombie's skull, and decapitated a dark-skinned female Zombie, but more stepped up to replace them. Moaning loudly, the ravenous creatures began to pull him down...

Adriel Brown first saw the light of day on a plantation in the environs of Trelawny, Jamaica, in 1787 and last saw it in 1817 when he became a Vampire, thanks to the ancient Arawak Vampire known as Talok. Since those days, his life had been nothing but pain and betrayal, so, in a way, being betrayed by Zineb Jaber, the Moroccan female Vampire he'd taken under his wing, shouldn't have surprised him. Treachery is the way of the Vampire, Adriel reminded himself.

"Hang on," came a voice, just as the Zombies began raining on Adriel, and the beleaguered Vampire thought he heard gunshots. Had Zineb come back? Not likely. Whoever was shooting had to be quite a shot, for the Zombies began to drop like flies. Adriel was lying amid a pile of them when the sound of approaching footsteps caused him to look up. Someone stood over him, a tall, middle-aged Englishman with brown hair, blue eyes hidden behind horn-rimmed glasses and a brown trench coat. In his hand he held the proverbial smoking gun...

"Mister, hello there, say, were you bit?" Mr. Trenchcoat asked, and Adriel shook his head. The man held out his hand, and Adriel took it, and amazingly, the slender man pulled him to his feet. Adriel looked at his savior, and smiled hesitantly. In this day and age, people didn't often come to the aid of strangers. Altruism had gone out of style when the first Zombie rose up and fed on the last good Samaritan...

"I'm fine, thanks, I'm Adriel," Adriel said, and he held out his hand. Mr. Trenchcoat looked at him and shook his hand after a brief hesitation. Before the man could speak, however, another figure appeared. A tall, curvy young woman with light brown skin, lively brown eyes and a thick Afro. Like Mr. Trenchcoat, Miss Afro was also carrying a gun.

"I'm Lincoln Murray, and this is my daughter Arianna," Mr. Trenchcoat said, and Adriel nodded respectfully, thankful for their help. He was still nodding when Mr. Trenchcoat suddenly aimed his gun at him. Adriel sighed. The wounds he'd sustained in battle against the Zombies had vanished already, thanks to his Vampire physiology's amazing healing powers. He wasn't back at a hundred percent yet, so he couldn't snatch the gun out of the old man's hand...

"Arianna, please check him for bites and weapons," Lincoln said, and Arianna nodded, flashed Adriel an almost apologetic smile, then searched him. Adriel rolled his eyes and took off his coat, and allowed the young woman to examine him. Usually when a woman was feeling him like this, it was a prelude to sex. How things had changed thanks to the Zombie Apocalypse...

"Dad, he's clean," Arianna said, and Adriel exhaled sharply, even though he'd quit breathing over a century ago. Lincoln still looked at him with suspicion, but he lowered the gun, for which Adriel was grateful. No bullet could kill him unless it were made of silver, but he didn't like the way they felt while piercing his flesh. Looking at Arianna and Lincoln, Adriel considered them for a moment before speaking.

"Thanks for the help, folks, but I have someplace to be," Adriel replied, and his words seemed to surprise his new acquaintances. Zineb was gone, and Adriel very much wanted to catch up with the treacherous little minx and make her pay for not only wounding him but also leaving him as meat for the Zombies. Along with sunlight, and fire, being torn apart and eaten was one of the few things that still elicited fear in Adriel's non-beating heart...

"There's no one else left in London, young man, the only place where there's any survivors is Berkshire, it's where we're headed," Lincoln said, and Adriel considered that. With the ruins of London crawling with Zombies, the only human survivors would have fled the metropolis and headed for small towns or the British countryside. Less populated means fewer Zombies...

"Oh, really? That's good news," Adriel replied, and he smiled at Arianna and Lincoln, meaning every word. I'll have to play it nice in order to earn their trust, but it will be worth it, Berkshire promises to be quite the feeding ground, Adriel thought, and he nodded at his new acquaintances, who looked at him wearily.

"Adriel, perhaps you could come with us," Arianna said, and Lincoln shot her a look. Adriel pretended to hesitate and looked at the father/daughter duo. It was astonishing how some people refused to let go of the habit of helping strangers, even in an age where the ravenous dead walked the Earth. Lincoln looked Adriel in the eyes and gritted his teeth, clearly unhappy with his daughter's words...

"Adriel, whoever you are, if you come with us, you play by our rules, the moment you become a threat to my daughter or myself, you're dead, is that clear?" Lincoln asked, and Adriel nodded soberly. The moment passed, and the three of them hit the road. Berkshire proper was about fifty one miles from London, and it wasn't going to be easy to get there on foot. Still, it was better than the alternative. London was crawling with Zombies, making it inhospitable to human and Vampire alike...

"Sir, you have my word that I won't harm you or your daughter," Adriel said, and the Vampire instantly cursed himself for saying these words, for unlike the rest of his kind, he had a certain sense of honor. Sure, to him, most humans were little more than food, or casual entertainment in the form of sex, but he was of ancient stock, and his word was his bond.

"Hope you're a man of your word," Lincoln said to Adriel, and then the three of them hit the road. Along the way, they fought a few fellow survivors, and killed some Zombies. When they arrived in Berkshire, they found a ragtag band of survivors, some five hundred strong, having banded together against the Zombies. It wasn't what they were expecting from a town the size of Berkshire, but it was better than nothing...

When the trio arrived in Berkshire, they were immediately taken to the settlement's leader, a man named Raphael Morgan, and as far as post-Apocalyptic leaders went, he wasn't that bad. Tall, bearded, grizzled and burly, with dark brown hair streaked with gray and piercing blue eyes, Morgan reminded Adriel of a certain bat-wielding villain he'd seen on a certain TV show before the world went to hell.

"Welcome to Berkshire, folks, I'm Morgan, if you're going to stay with us, it's best we get acquainted," the bearded man said, and Adriel watched carefully as Lincoln and Morgan shook hands. The talk went fine, for they were offered food and a place to stay, after surrendering their weapons and consenting to a search. Adriel, who didn't need weapons, surprised everyone with his sheer compliance.

"I've been on my own forever, it's good to see people again," Adriel said, and Lincoln shot him a look, while a smile creased Arianna's lovely face. This cutie is oh-so tempting and ripe for a good plucking, if I can only get her away from Daddy, Adriel thought, and he smiled nonchalantly at Arianna. The young woman winked at him, and a sinister, I-know-what-you-want smirk filled Adriel's face.

While most of his fellow Vampires liked to roam the world as solitary predators or small packs banding together for mutual protection, Adriel was a firm believer in infiltration. He didn't just pretend to be human, he loved to blend in among them. He learned such skills several lifetimes ago as a Maroon fighter on the island of Jamaica, roaming the wilderness, evading the British colonial forces and fighting their army through guerilla tactics. Adaptation and infiltration were key to survival...

One of Morgan's people, a man named Mattison, took Adriel and Arianna on a tour of the 'secured' portion of Berkshire, which consisted of a few buildings surrounded by a twenty-foot-tall wall that the survivors managed to erect to protect themselves from the Zombies. They were surrounded by the dead at all times, with tens of thousands of the flesh-eating monsters pressing against the fence. Adriel and company had been lucky they'd been spotted by scouts who led them in through a secret underground entrance. Otherwise they'd have been mowed down by the Zombies...

"Welcome to Berkshire, folks, enjoy your stay because we are it as far as human settlements in this part of England, as far as we know," Mattison said, and Adriel looked at the tall, elderly Black man and smiled. This old codger must be out of his damn mind if he thinks I am staying here any longer than I have to, Adriel thought, and he smiled at Mattison and nodded.

"There must be other survivors somewhere, we must let them know there's help," Arianna said, her voice and eyes filled with hope, and Adriel nodded, 'accidentally' brushing his hand against hers. To his apparent surprise, Arianna briefly squeezed his hand, and Adriel flashed her his brightest smile. While most Vampires were driven by the need to drink blood, and either avoid or confront danger, Adriel was far more complex. Being an elevated Vampire meant he had superior abilities, along with dimension, intelligence and personality, rather than mere sentience...

"I agree, we can rebuild the world," Adriel said, and Arianna nodded. Mattison, bless his heart, took this as his cue to exit. Left to their own devices, Adriel looked at Arianna, and then, in a heartbeat, crossed the distance between them. The two of them kissed passionately, and then, in the remnants of this abandoned factory which the survivors had converted into a storage unit, they began making love...

"I've wanted you since I first saw you," Arianna confessed, as Adriel hastily undressed her. There were few things in life almost as precious than blood, and a beautiful woman was one of them. Adriel feasted his eyes on Arianna's voluptuous body. The young biracial woman, presumably born of a White father and an African mother, looked simply beautiful in the low light. Her light brown skin glistened, and Adriel could feel her sweet blood coursing through those veins...

"Right back at you, gorgeous," Adriel replied, and he laid Arianna on an ancient but sturdy table, and went to work on her. Kissing her passionately, he caressed her erect nipples, thumbing the areolas and massaging them. Arianna lay there, a happy grin on her lovely face, and Adriel licked his way from her breasts to her round little belly, and finally, the space between her legs.

"Oh my," Arianna cooed softly, and Adriel buried his face between her thick brown legs, and began eating her pussy. He hadn't gone down on a woman in quite some time, his ill-advised nocturnal trysts with Zineb Jaber not withstanding. Adriel took his sweet time as he teased Arianna's clitoris with his tongue, and stimulated her labia with his agile fingers. As he got going, the young woman writhed and moaned, enthralled by what he was doing to her.

"I can tell it's been a while, Arianna, don't worry, I got you," Adriel said, and Arianna locked eyes with him as he rubbed his long, hard dick against her puffed up pussy lips. With a swift thrust, he entered her. Arianna sighed happily, and Adriel raised her thick legs in the air, giving himself more room to work with as he began fucking her. Passionately they went at it, and Arianna screamed like a banshee, uttering words that would have made her poor daddy Lincoln blush. Little did she know that Adriel was just getting started...

"Oh fuck, Adriel, I love your dick," Arianna said, much later, after Adriel dicked her down good and proper, and left her pleasurably sore. They were lying on the floor when she unexpectedly grabbed his dick and began sucking it like her life depended on it. Adriel was quite surprised by the sight of Arianna kneeling before him and sucking him off, but he definitely did not protest. Some surprises are actually worth the trouble...

The following few months proved to be uneventful for the human settlement of Berkshire, supposedly humanity's last redoubt in a world overrun by Zombies. Lincoln was not thrilled about Adriel and Arianna becoming an item, but the old Englishman had to admit that his daughter was a grown woman and that she made her own decisions. Adriel tried his best to be polite and friendly to Lincoln, who never quite warmed up to him. He had big plans for Arianna...

The people of Berkshire were stocking up for the coming winter, and this meant more and more raids and marauding expeditions into the surrounding countryside. Men and women with guns went out to hunt deer, and scavenge for non-perishable goods. They were low on medicine and guns, and ammo. Something had to be done to solve those problems before it was too late...
Adriel volunteered for those salvage and scavenging trips and soon made himself quite useful. His uncanny skill for detecting and eliminating the Zombies made him a 'fan favorite' among the Berkshire survivors. He 'volunteered' to work at the butcher shop, thereby gaining almost unlimited access to animal blood. When Morgan put him in charge of the Retrieval Team, a lot of people were pleased with that selection. Arianna was proud of him, and even Lincoln grudgingly congratulated him. Life was good...

"Do you think life will ever go back to the way it was?" Arianna asked Adriel, as they lay in bed together, in one of the makeshift apartment buildings near the factory, a few months after they met. Adriel looked at Arianna, comfortably nestled in his arms, and tried to ignore the sound of the blood flowing in her veins. They'd been lovers for months, sharing everything, and she still had no idea who or what he truly was. Someone call the Oscars...

"Hmm, I'd like it to go back to normal but there's billions of Zombies walking the earth, they outnumber you humans, and fighting them is an unwinnable war, all you can do is hide," Adriel said, matter-of-factly, and when Arianna shot him a look, he regretted his words. Sometimes I forget that not every human is a fool and some among them actually pay attention, Adriel chastised himself.

"Adriel, I know that you're the loner type, Mister Strong And Silent, but you are part of this community, and part of my life, stop acting like stuff doesn't bother you," Arianna shot back, and Adriel grinned, and playfully poked her nose. They kissed, and then made love. Afterwards, Adriel lay awake as Arianna slept. He'd always felt that the humans were foolish, and that as a creature of forever, he was above them. Now that humans were an endangered species, he almost felt...protective, toward some of them.

"It's my life," Adriel said to himself, as he pulled the covers over himself and Arianna, and finally fell asleep. The Jamaican-born Vampire slept peacefully, having finally found his place in the Universe. Too bad it took the end of the world to show him that humans and Vampires could coexist. It was simple, without humanity, the Vampire species could not exist. Vampires needed humans to replenish their ranks, a fact which many prideful Vampires, Adriel included, ignore at their own peril...

"Oh my, we have found a new feeding ground," whispered a figure in the darkness, standing atop an abandoned building. Zineb Jaber, born in Marrakesh, Morocco, and raised in London, United Kingdom, smiled and licked her fangs. Ever since Zineb became a Vampire, she had a zest for life and a ruthlessness that surprised and even intimidated some of her fellow Vampires. That's why she had to eliminate her former lover and mentor Adriel Brown.

The Jamaican Vampire was too careful and restrained in his dealings with the humans, with the Zombies, with life itself. That's why Zineb got rid of him. With Adriel gone, Zineb found several new recruits, fellow Vampires who rallied to her cause. Zineb wanted to rule the world, or at least her corner of it, with the humans under her heel, and the Zombies kept at bay.

"What do you propose we do?" asked a tall, bald-headed and dark-skinned Vampire named Abdirizak Djessou. Born in the City of Abidjan, Ivory Coast, and raised in the City of London, UK, Abdirizak had been hiding from a mob of Zombies when Zineb rescued him, only to feed on him and turn him into a Vampire. Together, they sought other survivors, like Isabel Torres, a young Colombian-American woman who'd been hiding inside the ruins of Brunel University with her best friend Paolo Ramirez, and turned them into Vampires. The more the merrier, that was Zineb's motto...

"Well, my dear Abdirizak, we are going to infiltrate the settlement, gain their trust, and then take over," Zineb said, and she smiled at Isabel. The tall, brown-skinned and curly-haired, voluptuous Latin Vampire looked at Zineb with a dubious expression on her beautiful face. Out of all of Zineb's new converts, Isabel Torres was the most problematic one by a long shot...

"Zineb, there are only four of us, and about half a thousand humans, surrounded by at least twenty thousand Zombies, how do you propose we deal with all that?" Isabel asked, and Abdirizak frowned while Zineb shot her fledgling Vampire a wuthering look. Before Isabel could say anything else, Zineb pounced on her, and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the rooftop floor.

"Isabel, when I need your opinion, I will ask for it," Zineb said, and Isabel nodded, and only then did Zineb let her go. The other Vampire fell on the floor with a thud, and rubbed her throat, wincing in pain. Abdirizak rubbed his bald head and looked like he wanted to say something, but thought better of it. The Ivorian Vampire was all too familiar with Isabel's treachery and foul temper...

"Zineb, please, all Isabel meant to say was that we have limited numbers, and our prey and rivals outnumber us," said Paolo Ramirez, a tall, bronze-skinned and heavily tattooed Vampire with a thick beard and mustache. Born in the City of Los Angeles, California, he'd been a student at the UK's very own Brunel University when the Zombie Apocalypse hit. When Zineb and her henchman Abdirizak came to the lair where Paolo and Isabel had been hiding, he thought they were rescued. Instead, Zineb fed upon them, then turned them...

"Duly noted, Ramirez, we are not going to storm the place, this requires finesse," Zineb said tersely, remembering Adriel's long-winded statements about infiltration and adaptation. The old Jamaican Vampire was right on some things, Zineb grudgingly admitted. While Adriel was annoying and way too restrained, he was also smart and savvy, and Zineb respected that about him. Tonight's incursion into Berkshire would have made him proud...

Shortly before dawn, Adriel went for a walk, as was his custom. He hated leaving Arianna's bed, but he needed his pre-dawn constitutional. While drinking the blood of slain animals in the butcher shop kept him well-fed, there was nothing like the thrill of the kill. Slipping away into the wilderness and killing a deer or a rabbit was often the highlight of his day. He saved the meat for the humans, so it was a win/win situation.

This morning was different. For reasons which had nothing to do with the Zombies, which the Vampire easily avoided, the Vampire Adriel felt uneasy. Indeed, Adriel could sense something in the air, a presence he hadn't felt in ages. Zineb, he thought. Senses on high alert, Adriel scanned the surrounding darkness. He blinked as a form stepped out of the shadows, and what he'd been anticipating and dreading these past few months finally occurred. Zineb Jaber was back...

"Oh wow, look who's back from the dead," Zineb said, and she stood there, a mere twenty meters from Adriel, hands on her hips. I am going to kill this bitch, Adriel thought angrily, and he took a step toward her. Zineb clapped her hands, and a trio of Vampires stepped out of the shadows. A tall, bald-headed black man, a tall man who looked either Latin or Middle-Eastern, and a beautiful Latin woman who looked like a centerfold. Judging by the way they carried themselves, these Vampires were even younger than Zineb...

"Oh I'm not dead, Zineb, but you're about to be, and your pups will join you if they interfere," Adriel screamed, and he roared out a challenge, and came for Zineb, fangs bared. The Moroccan female Vampire laughed, and pulled out a sharp piece of wood. Moving with preternatural speed, Zineb came at Adriel and drew back the stake, aiming for his heart.

"Why won't you die?" Zineb hissed, as Adriel blocked her hand, and then struck her face. A sound not unlike thunder filled the air as Adriel's fist struck Zineb's face with superhuman rage. The female Vampire fell down and lay still. Adriel picked up the stake, and stood over Zineb, who looked at him through terrified eyes. Mercilessly he pressed his boot against her neck, and then shoved the stake through her heart. Zineb cried out, and then closed her eyes as she died. Moments later, her entire body crumbled into dust...

Adriel stood over the dusty remains of Zineb, and looked at the trio of Vampires who stared at him. They tensed, but he sensed fear, rather than hatred or rage, in their posture. Adriel held the stake ready, in case any of these nascent Vampires rushed him. Adriel loathed to kill his own kind, especially now that the Zombies had placed Vampires right to humans on the endangered species list. Still, he would do what he had to do...

"I am Isabel Torres, and I'm thankful to you for killing that bitch Zineb," said the tall, voluptuous Latin female Vampire. Adriel looked at her, surprised by her words. Was this a faint? He held the stake before him, ready to strike if Isabel was faking. Treachery is the way of the Vampire, after all. Adriel was amazed when Isabel bowed her head, then nodded at the other two Vampires, who did the same.

"I am Adriel Brown, and if you are serious about what your lady friend here just said, I have a proposal for you," Adriel said, and the Vampire trio looked at him, and nodded most eagerly. When dawn came, well, as much as these perpetually dark gray, post-nuclear and post-Apocalyptic skies can be considered any sort of dawn, a rather unique quartet presented itself at the Checkpoint separating the Berkshire settlement from the rest of the British countryside.

"Greetings, watchmen, it's me, Adriel Brown, someone please get Morgan, I found some strays in need of a home," Adriel said, and the watchmen looked past him, at the three young strangers. This was highly irregular, but Adriel's word carried a lot of weight in Berkshire, ever since he'd saved so many of them from numerous Zombie attacks. Even Morgan was in his debt, and considered him one of his best men.

"Alright, Adriel, your friends can come in but they must surrender any and all weapons, and agree to be inspected for bites," said the lead watchman, a stocky, brown-skinned and bearded young man named Mr. Singh. Adriel nodded, and then led Isabel Torres, Paolo Ramirez and Abdirizak Djessou were brought into the fold. They were weaponless and bite-free, and although they looked too well-fed and healthy for their story of being lost at sea to make sense, they were taken in for processing.

"Where were you, Adriel? I woke up and you were gone," Arianna Murray asked her lover, Adriel Brown, when he came back to their place, smelling of...outside. Hands on her hips, she confronted her man about one of his peculiar habits, his penchant for venturing into the danger zone. The tall, dark-skinned and dreadlocked Jamaican stud flashed her a bright grin, and told her he'd gone out for some exercise, and ran into some wayfarers. Arianna playfully slapped his muscled bicep and then leaned in for a kiss. Gently, Adriel kissed her, and grabbed her big brown ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Sorry for worrying you, Arianna, I just wanted some fresh air, and it's a good thing I went out, I found some young stragglers and brought them to safety," Adriel said, and Arianna rolled her eyes, and shook her head. Although Adriel Brown was one strange brother, with some very weird habits, Arianna knew he was a good man. He'd saved so many lives since they first met, including her own.

Adriel breathed a sigh of relief as Arianna headed to the shower, shaking that big brown ass from side to side. Smiling, Adriel stripped naked and joined her. It was astonishing how much he'd grown to care for this young woman, and the other humans living in the Berkshire settlement. Nothing like staring down the Zombie Apocalypse to make anyone, including a centuries-old Vampire, reconsider their choice of priorities. Could the fledgling Vampires that Adriel just brought into the fold be made to understand that humans and Vampires needed each other?

"You three are going to work with me in the butcher shop, where you will have all the blood you require, now, do not feed on any of the humans unless specifically instructed to do so by me, and all will be well, if you disobey me, I will stake you, is that clear?" Adriel said to the Vampire trio, after they exited processing, a few hours after their arrival. He looked at them, hoping they would heed his words and spare him from having to reduce his blood-drinking species already floundering numbers...

Isabel, Paolo and Abdirizak looked at their new leader, and acknowledged his commands. Smiling, Adriel shook hands with each of them in turn, and welcomed them to Berkshire. Thus three of the world's last remaining Vampires joined a most unique community, one where Vampires and humans work side by side to survive the Zombie Apocalypse. Things weren't going to be easy for Adriel and his beleaguered fellow Vampires, or the human race for that matter, but there's hope that just maybe, they might be able to ride out this mess...
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