The Dark Sire Issue 2 (Winter 2019) | Page 18

more as well. Nathan, Elliot and Julian had adjacent first- class cabins on the promenade deck. The around the clock social atmosphere, uninterrupted entertainment, and the gaming rooms that never closed (at least until the three- mile territorial line of demarcation had been crossed), all conspired to conceal the nocturnal nature of the three guests. With their normal sleeping quarters securely crated and stowed below decks with the rest of the freight, they had purchased oversized steamer trunks which, once emptied of the clothing they held when brought on board, would serve as tight but adequate sleeping chambers. On the three nights they spent in Liverpool prior to the Olympic’s setting sail, they had fed lavishly. They shared the blood of numerous victims each evening, gorging themselves shamelessly. They knew that the oceanic crossing, dependent upon weather, would take between twelve to fourteen days. With their hunger for blood well satisfied before boarding, they might last the entire voyage without the need to feed again. But, preparing for all contingencies, the three friends knew that, even though great pains were taken by the crews of these monstrous ships to maintain complete separation of the different classes of travelers, they were quite sure that they would be able to sneak away to the steerage compartments below decks for a late night snack should it become necessary. Very rarely did the ship’s manifest accurately represent the number of passengers travelling in steerage. On the evening of the thirteenth day, the three stood side by side along the starboard rail gazing in awe at the city into which they glided. They were momentarily struck dumb by the magnificence of New York City all alight. 16