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Jul. 19th, 2005 08:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seymoureMaria edged toward the end of the corridor, and what should be a way out.
She was aware of a low, distant sound that was coming from the direction she was moving. It was a mechanical sound, a repetitive metal on metal connection, then stop, then repeat. It was the sound she had heard something like at factories she had visited in the past.
Her attention was brought back to what she was doing as a gangly figure passed along the connecting walkway without noticing her.
She was glad the activity seemed to be happening at the cross hallway rather than the one she was inching down. She would deal with the traffic when she got there, but right now it was good to have some time to get herself together before she had to confront anyone.
Two figures met at the end of the hall and seemed to be discussing something. She braced herself in a door way, and they did not appear to see her.
Security was not, from all outward signs, a priority concern.
The pair finished their conversation and continued their crossed paths.
Maria moved back towards that hallway.
Now she was less than ten feet from the active traffic way, and the sound was louder and more distinct.
She didn’t mean to stop, but when she reached the end of the hall, turned the corner and was confronted by the floor to ceiling glass, she was taken aback. Down below were massive machines, working tirelessly. They were producing the robots that had been in the battle before, only these were of more colossal proportions.
While the previous automatons had been a story tall, these were ten.
Bands of vampires were manning the machinery and the output was prodigious.
Stacked along the walls were scores of the mighty killing machines.
This wasn’t the inside of a flying saucer, she reckoned, this was a factory.
“It takes your breath away, doesn’t it?” Came the voice of her captor as he laid his hand on her shoulder.
She very nearly jumped out of her skin.
That start made him laugh again, and his laughter hadn’t gained any charm.
“But, you haven’t seen this!” He proclaimed in a inflection more reminiscent of a ten year old boy with a new baseball card than of a creature setting into motion the destruction of the world.
“Come on,” He directed her and the two of them walked to the other end of that corridor.
At the end of the walkway was another set of picture windows, and below them was another assembly line manned by vampires.
Below the windows was being put together, one after another, saucers like the one taken from the desert. At the end of the conveyor belt, a vampire entered and the silver disc took to the air.
“I’ll have a hundred of these by the end of the day,” He beamed, “And then, nothing your people can put up against us will stand a chance.”
“Why do you show this to me?” Maria asked.
“The joy of any toy is being able to share them with your playmates!” He said and began laughing in a way that made whatever hope had been in her heart begin to fade. © 2005 by C. Wayne Owens
