You double-click on the email attachment, not even bothering to disguise your sigh of disgust as the video player comes up and you see the familiar logo of the Brighton Broadcast Group. Another stupid pre-taped segment, then. God, they've got you playing one almost every day now. You've tried complaining, but these piece-of-shit propaganda pieces come straight from Harold Brighton himself. They run on forty-seven percent of the 'local' news stations in the country, and you're not going to carve out an exception to that. Not unless you win a few lotteries and can buy WNKG.
Still, at least you can take a look and see what kind of dogshit you're putting on the air today. You click play, bracing yourself for another rant about immigration or unionization or whatever bug got stuck up Hal's ass today. What you get is... different.
[A vaguely martial fanfare of trumpets plays over the segment's logo. 'TALKING POINT', it says, in stark white letters on a red-and-blue striped background. Below, in smaller letters, it says, 'with Kelly McDonnell'. The logo fades into a scene of a Caucasian woman sitting behind a walnut-paneled desk. Her golden-blonde, wavy hair is pulled back in a sober ponytail, and her bright blue eyes shine with sincerity. Her blue dress is the perfect shade to convey a sense of seriousness, while not looking funereal. Her expression does the same.]
KELLY: Hello everyone. I'm Kelly McDonnell, and this... is Talking Point. Tonight, we'll be discussing the startling revelations that occurred last week in the wake of the release of the so-called 'Rafferty Tape'. Although initially doubted by many experts, this recording has been proven genuine, and its implications are clear. Vampires, long thought to be nothing more than creatures of myth and folklore, are real and do exist among us.
[Kelly turns to Camera Two for a close-up. She gazes soulfully at the audience, her lips glistening with a carefully-chosen shade of red lipstick as she continues speaking. She's careful to avoid looking like she's flirting with the camera, but at the same time, she's careful to lean at exactly the right angle to enhance her impressive cleavage.]
KELLY: We here at Talking Point want you all to know that we understand how you must be feeling. This is a very frightening time for America, and many of you are no doubt deeply concerned about the safety of your loved ones after discovering this startling new information. We want to cut through the rampant misinformation and rumor spread by under-informed liberal politicians and get to the truth about these 'hidden Americans'. To that end, we've undertaken an extraordinary mission. We've reached out to the vampire community... and tonight, Talking Point will bring an actual vampire on the air to put an end to the confusion and lies once and for all. Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce my very special guest... David Brighton.
[The view switches back to Camera One, which is pulled out to give a wider view of the Talking Point set. A Caucasian man dressed in a sober, charcoal-grey suit walks out from the wings, crosses to shake hands with Kelly, then sits down next to her. His face is pale, but not conspicuously so, and his chestnut hair is slicked back from his forehead. He doesn't look particularly young, or particularly old-his face has the same ageless, slightly weathered quality that his brother George possesses. He smiles thinly, not allowing his lips to show.]
DAVID: Thank you for having me, Kelly. I will say, it's a little nerve-wracking, being out here in the spotlight. I'm very grateful to you for giving me this chance to speak.
KELLY: I understand, and I'm grateful to you for having the courage to join us today. That's actually the first point I'd like to discuss with you, David-you said backstage to me that vampires hide for their own protection, isn't that right?
DAVID: Oh, absolutely. Many of the harmful superstitions about vampires portray us as some sort of deadly monster, a predator that hunts unsuspecting humans in the dark of night. [He chuckles lightly.] With a reputation like that, even the 'tolerant left' would be calling for a stake through our heart if we lived openly among you. They might be happy to welcome gays and lesbians into their 'big tent', but even the most patriotic vampire has had to be very careful about who they share their secrets-
You pause the tape. After a moment, you realize your jaw is hanging open in astonishment, and you force yourself to swallow. David Brighton? David fucking Brighton, one of the most powerful shipping magnates on the East Coast and brother to the owner of half of America's television stations and two-thirds of the radio stations and newspapers, is a motherfucking vampire? It doesn't take you more than a second to connect the dots, either. Hal is notoriously publicity-shy; ninety percent of the public doesn't even recognize his name. But a few minutes of Googling digs up a picture of him from 1993. He hasn't aged a day. You always thought it was plastic surgery, cheap dye, and vanity, but... your boss is a vampire.