Outside Hell (34 page)

Only as then more years past with the humans
ever advancing further in technology and to their horror too,
suddenly silver bullets became the norm in cases where vampires
were expected to attack, leaving the hordes of the blood sucking
beasts no choice but to retreat to avoid a heinous death.

If they were shot by a silver bullet, the
result would be an instant death in the same way as if they’d stood
out in the morning sun to admire the views, as the glorious day
prepared to unfurl itself before them. The silver would course like
an infection of great magnitude through them, and as a result
they’d scream in the most intense agony like their victims had,
before succumbing to it and bursting into an intense ball of
flames. The death would be agonizing and one that they’d do
anything to avoid.

Satan their creator hadn’t wanted his
vampires when he’d created them to become artists, bankers,
footballers, authors, gym instructors, road sweepers or anything
else that humans did. His creations were designed for one purpose
and that was to roam the nights keeping away from the sun, and
killing the vulnerable humans when they were in their beds
sleeping. Satan had designed them well too because with their need
to taste human blood seeping down their throats daily, after the
kill they’d provide him with revenge against god for throwing him
out of Heaven, and also a deeply plentiful amount of souls that he
could then relish in their eternal suffering. Only like with
everything designed and built he was aware that some of his
vampires had flaws, defected versions of his evil creations sought
to avoid the killings of humans, and in turn they’d found that
deer’s blood was a substitute to quell their predatory thirst for
the thick crimson liquid.

The prince of darkness had been consumed with
rage upon realizing it, and then responded in kind to their
rebellion against him. He’d created portal demons that would sniff
out those vampires with deer’s blood in them, and then when touched
by the portal demons skin, the vampire would die an even more
agonizing death than if they’d felt the savage bite of a silver
blade through them.

*****

After Sorchek had finished wincing in extreme
agony from his gammy leg, and the forty vampires that were
surrounding him in the far left of the pine trees had heard about
the silver bullets, the palpable and extremely negative feelings
towards his ideas of retreat had almost gone.

They’d raised the conversation that he’d
tried to have about retreat, and then said that maybe running under
the circumstances sounded like the wiser and more favorable option.
Then the others who were still blinded by their intense greed, and
who weren’t so sure that there wasn’t another way to sneak into the
hanger and surprise them, were still anti the idea of running.

It was Sorchek’s fault though because he’d
blinded them with extreme lies of gold bullion that was so vast in
its quantities, that even if with their arms were full, and if
they’d flown non-stop from the hanger back to Romania for a week,
they’d still only scratch the surface of the gold that was stored
in the place. Only strangely none of them had thought to ask him
how he’d known about the gold, or even raised the subject upon
seeing the military presence that they didn’t know about either. If
they’d used their evil minds they could have figured out that he
was lying, but all of them when he’d rung them on his brick sized
mobile and told them about the gold, had only seen red mist before
their brains and were consumed with the deepest levels of
greed.

Obviously he’d absolutely no knowledge of the
fact that there was gold bullion in there, but Sorchek didn’t care
about how he got most people to do stuff for him. If he’d had to
lie and then stab most vampires in the back after helping him, he’d
do it. Only this crew of evil bastards was different and he’d
unfortunately known it too. They were customers of the shack and
knew where he’d slept; to cheat on them, and if the shack wasn’t
destroyed, would leave them turning up in their hundreds to destroy
it, but also dragging him out and killing him violently too.

Sorchek was careful of this and even though
he’d lied to them about the gold, he’d a strange feeling that these
soldiers would have other riches to placate his evil band of
vampire’s greed.

Only and unbeknown to Sorchek, Adolf actually
did have a huge safe in the hanger that was full of gold bullion.
His soldiers had stolen in through WW2 and when the hanger was
built, he’d used it to pay for the future. The evil German leader
so far hadn’t even scratched the surface of the tones of gold
bullion in it either.

Sorchek and his crew of vampires realized
that for the time being they were stuck, and had no choice but to
wait patiently in the trees hoping for an opportunity to attack.
The snipers would see them if they’d try to fly up to the rocky
cliff face, and then alert the army beneath of their presence. They
also didn’t know if there wasn’t even more snipers watching and
protecting those snipers. Then considering they’d kidnapped his
bikini chicks they obviously knew about vampires, so they might
have German shepherd dogs patrolling the area sniffing the air
looking for them, and they’d hated them even more than snipers,
because the dogs always knew when they were around too.

Sorchek’s crew were very edgy though, and
those suffering with the mesmerizing visions of themselves bathing
in gold bullion might have chanced attacking themselves, only
they’d also seen the eagles above the huge rock door, and knew then
that the soldiers were serious vampire hunters.

Eagles watch everything intensely and have
the unbelievable ability to literally see a shadow within a shadow
moving from miles away. Vampires couldn’t get around their stare,
and if the eagles in their nest felt threatened, the birds of prey
would attack them.

Vampires had massive power and could fly fast
with vicious fangs but eagles had the ability like MIG fighter jets
to dive at them like missiles, and then with their razor sharp
talons far longer than their own ominous black fingernails, they’d
simply rip their faces to pieces and then fly away before being hit
themselves.

Sorchek and his crew new they were fucked,
and had no choice but to wait and see if later through the early
hours of the morning, and before the murderously oppressive sun
reared its ugly molten head, that a chance of attack would present
itself.

They were also prepared to stay the day in
hiding and to bury themselves under the snow, waiting until the
following night to retry stealing the gold.

As the rotors on Laouse’s
chopper were spinning faster and faster sending clouds of snow out
from underneath them in all directions, the priest was in the back
glued to the window watching Claudius attack the group of
soldiers.

The first two soldiers who
were two feet smaller than Claudius and much thinner in their
overall body size were sure they wouldn’t loose. They’d come at him
fast, thrusting their knives up in an upwardly strike towards his
face. The deadly sharp double-edged silver combat knives that
glistened in the early morning sunshine were also driven with
extreme power and deadly precision too.

The beast of a vampire
with clenched fists in full charge simply smashed the blades out of
his way as he’d piled into them. Then as the genetically modified
soldiers in full black combat outfit and black ski masks had tried
to go for a second strike, and also tried to topple the Bavarian
monster with Krav Maga leg moves, death came for them in an usual
way.

Claudius brought both his
fists down so hard on top of their heads that their skulls were
blasted down deep inside their chests like cannon balls. The sound
of their neck bones sheering off inside was disturbing, whilst also
gallons of blood sprayed upwards out of their now empty shoulders,
covering the snow a meter around their feet.

The soldiers behind waiting
for their turn had seen the way that the monster before them had
just killed their comrades, and then from the fear that was
suddenly installed within their souls, plus the thought that they’d
also die if they’d tackled the beast, they’d run. They’d known
Adolf views on leaving the battle were grim, and also what the
punishment would be for doing so when he’d found out. He’d probably
order their ‘
decimation
’, an old Roman way to install fear into his other soldiers,
so they’d never leave the battle themselves. It would involve all
those who’d run, simply having to stand there whilst the other
soldiers then bludgeoned them to death with clubs. Only when they’d
run from this monster, even knowing that Adolf would probably kill
them for it by that sick way or a simple Lugar bullet through the
head, somehow it seemed less disturbing than having their heads
punched down inside their chests.

As the soldiers had fled,
they’d looked like pigeons that had just heard a cat meowing as it
was crawling up to reading itself, before pouncing on them. They’d
literally not looked about themselves and just run, leaping through
the snowdrifts and charging blinding into the forest to
escape.

Claudius the eight feet
tall giant just stood there looking back at them covered in blood,
whilst across his bearded face he’d wild confusion etched in its
place.

The monster had thought
that they’d just agreed to fight him, not fucking run away like
scared school kids after seeing their headmaster approaching with
the cane.

Then with seconds to spare
and as the massive rotors above Laouse’s chopper were spinning so
fast that there wasn’t any snow left on the ground beneath it, and
with blood flicking back off Claudius’ furs from the huge downdraft
that they were creating, it was ready for take off. Laouse then
leapt across the seats and ripped open the passenger door,
screaming over the thunderous roar for him to get
inside.

Claudius who was deeply
disappointed in having such a short battle, then harrumphed as he’d
swung himself into the brand new cream leather passenger seat
covered in their warm and somewhat sticky, crimson
blood.

Still though and with the
passenger door wide open as Claudius hadn’t quite figured out the
gravity of the situation yet, Laouse then pulled back violently on
the control sticks and gave the bird full power for takeoff. The
force of the lift threw the priest back in his seat and then after
frantically putting on his seat belt, and doing a number of cross
signs above his forehead, he’d grabbed his bible and started
kissing it whilst saying,

“Father forgive me for my
sins and please, please, please protect me from evil.”

Claudius neck was jerked
back also in the climb, but as he’d looked back at the priest and
heard his words, he’d almost pissed himself laughing.

A second passed and then
as a beeping noise suddenly blasted out from the speakers, blackout
blinds concealed within the plastic trim around the windows,
suddenly slid down and sent the inside of the chopper into partial
darkness. Claudius then reached out and getting the point as the
sun climbed in the sky, slammed his door shut too.

The priest’s fear levels
being in in the chopper at max power was frightening enough, but
coupled with his paranoid views on the world since having a vision
and meeting vampires and seeing people killed, made him almost pass
out. Then as another second past and the bird suddenly shook
violently with heavy machine gun fire, those levels of fear were
increased to blackout stage. The priest past out and fell
lifelessly forwards against his seat belts.

Laouse who was still
pulling back on the controls and also desperate to escape the
gunfire, then swung the bird almost over on its side as they
climbed to sixty feet. The huge rotors had screamed intensely from
the forces that were threatening to bend them over themselves in
the death defying, acrobatic maneuver.

Glancing down into the
center console, the Austrian vampire could see on his screen two
dots about a couple of hundred feet out from their position, that
were closing in on them fast.

Only whilst he was looking
up from the dense trees beneath them, Dracus who was suddenly aware
of their grave situation leant a helping hand. He’d ran back out
into the blood stained clearing, and then readied his
bow.

Pulling back on the
bowstring so that it was immensely taught and then loading in two
cursed arrows, he’d waited a second to let the gathering clouds
above him pass across and block out the blindingly bright sunlight
and then he’d fired.

The arrows that were made
from snakeskin with their fangs fused to the tip forming their
lethal ends, flew up into the air with pin point precision, and
then burrowed themselves deep into the oncoming choppers
fuselages.

The two choppers were full
of soldiers all dressed in black combat gear and heavily armed with
the same MP5 machine guns as their dead buddies that were now
partially masked by blood and snow beneath them.

The cursed arrows as
they’d hit their targets had simply punched their way through the
heavy German steel, and then locked in tight to the underbody,
causing the most devastating of effects.