"Clap everyone!" Digital cried with ecstasy, his palms smacking together to help create a cacophony of percussive sound while he and his followers (who he referred to as \'the troupe\' due to the musical nature of their name) sang a childhood tune. "N-G-O!" They clapped twice, then "N-G-O!" and a couple more claps, "N-G-O! and Bingo was his name-o!"
They were interrupted in their regular early evening ritual when there was a knock on the door. All eyes turned to Digital for his savant guidance as to who it could possibly be.
"Pizza!" he called out, for he\'d overheard Adam ordering it on his phone while Digital was waking from his daytime slumber. Perhaps not such a grand feat for one heralded as a true prophet, but he\'d made many correct predictions in front of his growing clan - enough for them to become devoted followers, and certainly enough for a ripple of applause to pass through the group while one of the mortals - Adam - raced to the front door in order to collect the pizza in question, for him and his other mortal friend.
"More than just pizza will come tonight, kin," he said, pointing at the vampiric quantity of his fellowship. "A powerful ally will be among our number very soon."
His words inspired a hush among them, for even though they\'d wanted to go out in search for some more mortal followers (as two mortals shared between a fledgling and three neophyte vampires was somewhat thin pickings), the idea of having a powerful ally was also beneficial and desirable.
"Who will our ally be?" the fledgling asked, who\'d been the first to join Digital and the first one to begin recruiting others.
"The rabbit! The rabbit! There\'ll be rabbits in clothes!" Digital yelled before growing silent and looking at his startled follower. "No clue," he said soberly before turning towards the open doorway where he could hear Adam returning to the lounge where they held their singing meetings. He couldn\'t smell pizza, strangely.
"Must\'ve been kids or something," Adam said with a shrug when he re-entered the room.
"Then let\'s go out and look for them!" Digital suggested with a wolfish grin. He got a small cheer for his suggestion, from two of his little group. They were obviously wanting to roam the countryside for a bit. Considering the mansion they\'d taken over, there was a lot of land to roam while still being on the property itself. Chances were, if kids had visited their front door and run off, they were still around to be caught. He didn\'t have any visions of capturing children or teenagers, but his prophecies usually came unbidden.
Digital reached for his white fur coat and Dr Seuss hat, handily nearby. He was barefoot but couldn\'t be bothered finding his boots. He was quite the vision, in tight black jeans, a white mink coat and a red and white striped tall cat-in-the-hat hat. His favourite pair of white jeans were in the wash, after last night\'s revelry. Adam had forgotten to hang them on the line during the daytime while Digital slept, but he\'d forgiven the mortal.
The small group of two mortals and four vampires bustled out through the front door and onto the paved driveway. Instinctively, Digital turned right and headed for the overgrown gardens there. He had one from his group following while the others fanned out and went their own way. He moved as though with a purpose, though he didn\'t really know what his senses were telling him - only that he was heading for something important.
He\'d moved through quite dense foliage before he came out into the slightly overgrown formal English garden clearing, where there was a wrought iron bench and some dying rose bushes and shrubs surrounded in weeds. Sitting on the bench, as though she were expecting him, was a very beautiful woman.
"Ancient one," Digital declared, and took a single step forward so he could get down on one knee and bow his head like a knight of old. He heard rather than saw his follower behind him doing the same thing, mimicking his leader. "We are your Bingo Knights."
