The clock in the town square tolled 12 times. The town hall held a full house, no empty seats.
Bill looked around. OK it looks like everyone is here. He stepped up to the podium, tested the microphone which squawked and then settled down.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Please take your seats and we can get this meeting started. Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly so I’m only saying this might be a long meeting ‘cause we want to do this right, not necessarily fast.”
“Mayor Bob was kind enough to let us rent this space for this here meeting. It’s important that everyone is on side with the decisions we make tonight. We don’t want incidents of murder, harassment and discrimination like other cities have suffered. We want the choice of this generation, of townsfolk, to be the correct and moral one.”
“For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Bill Radcliffe. I am the sheriff of this area for the vampire population. I asked Mayor Bob for this meeting to demonstrate fairness and peace with the Human population. We hold no grudges. We only want to get along.”
“In consultation with Mayor Bob we’ve drawn up what amounts to a contract which we think is fair and reasonable for everyone. We called for this meeting so that all citizens of our town know the plan, agrees with it and will stick to the rules. If any of you know someone who couldn’t make it tonight….”
A yell from the audience is heard. “Yeah Joe isn’t here.”
“Thank you Sir, but no need to yell out. Please let him know what we’ve discussed.”
A woman in a blue pin striped business suit approached Bill and whispered in his ear.
He nodded his head in comprehension. Yes I did smell that but couldn’t figure out the polite way of saying so.
“I’ve been advised that someone in the crowd has a bleeding wound Would that person please leave now and make sure to speak to Mayor Bob tomorrow for the terms of the contract decided here. While we believe in fairness, we also believe that excess temptation may be dangerous.”
A woman in the back with bowed head and muttering walks quickly to the rear exit door.
“Thank you Madam.”
“Before we get to the details of the agreement,” Bill holds up a sign, “all these signs must be taken down and destroyed by 9:30 A.M. tomorrow morning. This is the decision Mayor Bob and I have determined is of foremost importance “
“Now we’re going to go through the collective agreement item by item and if anyone has a question, concern or alternative, please step up to the mike in the aisle and everyone will get a chance to say their piece. It is essential that I remind you the meeting must end by 4 A.M so that the undead can get to their shelters in good time before sun rise. And, oh yes, I thank the humans for coming out in such full force at this time of night. We really appreciate the great show of support. Anyone who has to be at work early will be excused and just get to work when you can, within reason. Right now this meeting is the main order of business for our town.”
By 3:30 the contract was done. Corrections and the required signatures were made the next night.
The town never suffered any vampire- human issues again.
The following headline was spread across a near by town’s local paper two days later.
Citizens warned to remain indoors at night : Vampire attacks on the rise.
Blogophilia 32.4 Topic: “The Choice of a Generation”
(Hard, 2pts): incorporate a quote from actress Mae West
(Easy, 1pt): mention two types of poker hands (as in Flush, Straight, etc.)