The Dark Messenger (52 page)

(Outside the Palace de Versailles the
soldiers are looking for vampires.)

As the transit van was moving along the Av.
de Paris and just passing the junction with Av. de l’Europe, the
computer started going crazy as its retinal scanner picked up two
vampires behind them in a bright Green V8 Mustang. The driver was a
huge handsome vampire with somewhat chiselled looks and swept back
shoulder length blonde hair. The passenger was a woman who had
tousled red hair with a gorgeous gold highlight running
effortlessly down through the left side. The man on the computer
leant forwards and told the driver there were vampires behind, he
laughed and then swerved viciously to block their path.

The computer guy then picked up his radio and
said.

‘There are two vampires in a green Mustang
behind us, they are exactly what you want, perfect in size, a
really good catch, should we take em?’

The voice at the other end said in a foreign
language, ‘Negative, I gave you the orders don’t you listen? If
they leave early let them go. Inside there might be stronger ones,
wait as ordered until the end of the meeting and choose the
strongest as they are all leaving. Don’t make a scene. DO YOU
UNDERSTAND.’ Then the radio went dead.

‘I can’t believe im working for this fucking
idiot,’ the soldier said as he turned around to look at his
buddies.

‘Call me a fucking idiot again, and you won’t
be’ the same voice on the radio replied explosively.

Looking down, the soldier could see he still
had his finger pressed in on the speak button, which was how his
boss had just heard him. Dashing the bloody thing out of his hand,
he stood up and cracked his head against the vans low ceiling.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, bollox this mission is all
bollox, I can feel something is gonna go wrong tonight, I just know
it.’ He screamed before turning to look at the radio set as if the
person on the other end might hear him. Then he said,

’What if we wait till the end of the night
and all the good vampires have already gone. What then you fucking
idiot, what then?’

‘I agree,’ another soldier said and then
another one also said,‘If we wait till the end of the night and get
nothing, he wont pay us. He ain’t here trapped here in this fucking
van is he? Fuck following his orders, this missions shit, lets just
get any of them fanged fuckers we can.’

One of the men then leant forwards to take a
look at the screen and said,

’
Look at that smug fucker
in the Mustang behind, he’s mine, im not missing him no way, gonna
put a dart in that bastard myself. If the boss wants the biggest
and strongest then there ain’t no bigger than that dude. Check out
his misses too, ‘fucking sexy,’ lets get em both now and do the
bitch before we hand em over.’

They all smiled at each other as they
reminisced over the last vampire they had raped, you could still
see her deep claw marks showing through the paintwork in the vans
door.

Their boss first became aware that vampires
truly existed near the end of WW2. He had retreated to his lead
lined bunker in Hungary and was told stories that he found hard to
believe. Officers reported to him that soldiers were dying in
Auschwitz and the gas they were using to kill hundreds of humans
with, on some of them it seemed to be having strange effects.

When they were told to explain themselves the
officers said that after the death lever was pulled and the doors
were opened, occasionally people with black eyes, fangs leapt over
the dead and came charging out.

The gas was making these humans much stronger
as well, because when they reached the edge of the compound, with
ease, they leapt the ten feet high double security fences too. Then
in the hail of bullets from heavy machine gun fire, a few of them
stopped to look around, and with the bullets seeming to have little
to no effect, some of them even turned around and grinned.

Seeing is believing so the boss had a second
door made outside the main door, which was solid steel and the roof
was then made from wire net. Months passed without anymore being
seen, until one day a man and old woman both charged out with fangs
and were caught in the trap.

When they were delivered to his secret bunker
in Hungary, he had his scientists perform tests on them, but the
results always came back inconclusive. Then in his office one day
as he was getting up from his desk, a book fell down that he didn’t
even know he had.

As he bent over to pick it up he realised the
picture he was staring at showed people who also had black eyes and
fangs. Closing the front cover, he was lost for words because the
book said Theology in large print right across the front. Flipping
back to the page he had just been on, he looked up and saw the
chapter heading. The chapter said Ponerology section, the study of
sin and evil.

As he started to read the first paragraph
though, he didn’t get two lines in before he saw the words VAMPIRE
and IMMORTALITY; it was then that he realised the two prisoners he
had in the cells were actually vampires.

Diving for his phone, he rang his scientists
and told them the news. Then he gave orders to find out what made
vampires immortal and told them he wanted to inject it into his own
soldiers to make them the elite un-stoppable machine.

He reasoned that if he could do it, and also
somehow stop the voices that were strong in his head, he would then
restart the world war and this time win. Only first he would have
to be sure the voices in his head had stopped permanently. So far
they hadn’t, because if he went near the main doors of his bunker
that he was confined to, he could feel them outside strangely
calling to him. The reason he couldn’t hear them inside was because
when it was carved out of the mountainside, in the hope that the
voices wouldn’t bother him he had took precaution by having it
lined with lead.

Then one day there was a nock on his office
door and his head scientist walked in. He told him that the male
vampire downstairs in their cells was trying to offer them a deal.
When he went down to see him, the vampire pleaded with him and told
him that if he let him go, he would tell him where lots more of his
own kind were living.

Careful not to be tricked, the boss had said,
did the vampire think he was a fool because if he let him go he was
sure to run away. The vampire had replied that he wouldn’t because
he had something he could never leave of his. The boss had told him
to clarify his statement so he did; the vampire said the old woman
in the other cell was his mother.

So when this was verified a deal was then
struck between them. The boss had agreed to let him go, but as part
of the deal he had to search out and feed back the exact locations
of where other vampires slept. The vampire had explained it would
take a little time, but assured him he wouldn’t let him down. The
boss had told him he better hurry up because now his mother was on
death row. He also said that if a couple of weeks passed without
any news from him, they wouldn’t wait, the next day she would be
sliced into pieces.

Then covered in a blindfold, the soldiers
flew him out to the snow covered seriously bleak Carpathian
Mountains of Romania where he had told them his kind lived. As the
chopper was hovering at about twenty feet they pushed him out the
door. Then they threw a package out and screamed,

‘
Let us down and there
will be more.’

When he had opened the package and saw his
mother’s savagely amputated finger inside, the pain was too much
and his knees had buckled beneath him.

Then waist deep in snow, he
had screamed up at them, ‘You bastards.’ They laughed and waived as
the almost monolithic bird
but of steel
and not of stone
, then flew off behind a
snow cloud and disappeared from view.

A few years went by and the vampire was true
to his word, many missions had taken place and from those missions,
hundreds of vampires had been killed. Their body parts were chopped
up and then analysed by the scientists back in Hungary, but still
regardless of all their tests, they were still no closer to meeting
their boss’ demands.

With the monthly report landing on his desk
stating that immortality still hadn’t been found, the boss was
furious, and in retaliation, apart from ordering some of his
scientists to work incredibly long hours till they collapsed, he
also had the less intelligent ones killed.

Then in the sixth year a break through was
finally made. They discovered a gene that was compatible with
human’s genes, and strangely it was only found in the bone marrow
from the species left leg. With it the scientists were able to
produce a serum that gave humans increased strength and also
stopped their ageing too.

The soldiers were injected first and some
with double dosages for increased strength before the scientists
followed with a smaller amount. Then after six months passing with
no obvious side effects showing, the boss and his second in command
Heinrich had their injections too.

Still though it was not immortality, and that
pained him.

But there was a problem. After a year had
passed for the soldiers since their injections, it seemed that
everyone was developing varying degrees of headaches. The headaches
for some of them were so bad that after thrashing around and
screaming for an hour, they dropped to their knees and complained
they felt like something inside their stomachs was moving. Then
they craned their necks backwards and a huge spray of projectile
luminescent green vomit came out that hit the twenty foot high
ceiling. Afterwards they wiped their mouths and said they felt
fine, except five minutes later every one of them who was suffering
with these harsh effects, dropped to the floor and couldn’t be
woken from a monstrous coma.

Months went by and the scientists tried
varying concoctions of drugs but nothing would wake them from their
comatose state.

The boss was so furious with time being
wasted looking after them that, he had their beds wheeled out into
the main hanger, and then with his luger P08 Parabellum semi
automatic hand gun, he walked around and rather than singing them
sweet lullabies, he simply shot them in the head.

Then as weeks went by, finally the scientists
managed to get the headaches to subside, but this had little effect
upon placating their boss’ furious rage. He demanded they provide
him with the secret to immortality, and told them that if they
didn’t hurry the fuck up, then more of them would die.

With the fear of execution racing through
their veins, and aware that he had absolutely no scientific
knowledge himself, they spun him a lie.

They told him their scientific studies so far
had demonstrated that strong athletic males had a similar gene
pattern to humans, and that most of the country vampires they had
been supplied with so far were no good. They said it was because
they were too small, and malnourished.

They promised him that if he could supply
them with 4 huge vampires that were almost godly in size, they felt
sure that after they had cut them limb from limb, and then with
microbiological testing they were sure they could provide him the
results he required.

Accepting his ageing had stopped, and his
looks even though he was now in his eighties was still of a man in
his forties, the boss realized they had done good so far and really
he had no grounds to refuse.

So with this in mind he accepted and told the
vampire that he had dumped in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania
to stop fucking around and to locate the godly beasts as per their
request.

(1981, 7.03am Nov
15
^th
,
Outside Bakeley Cathedral – England)

John the priest was in the cellar looking for
a Ponerology book or anything really, so long as it had something
to do with pure EVIL. Stepping to the far back where he had to
crouch down and bend his knees, he couldn’t get to the small aged
bookcase he wanted. As he finally reached it, he couldn’t believe
that after twenty years of preaching, the answers he needed might
be hidden in their evil pages.

Fumbling for a few seconds for his glasses
that had unsettled themselves slightly, he repositioned them on his
nose and then lowered his gaze to peer through the lenses at the
titles.

Pausing to think which one
he should take, he cursed, then did the cross sign and
apologised
to the man
upstairs
, before grabbing as many as he
could carry and then retreated back upstairs to his office. Seating
himself behind his desk, he rolled up his sleeves and began
flicking through the first book that was nearest to him.

As he reached the chapters section, he began
thinking back to the vision again that he had experienced when he
was asleep a couple of weeks previously. In it there had been clear
mention of vampires and werewolves but in the book he was looking
through there was nothing mentioned about them at all. The list he
had to choose from was Demons, Dark Rituals, Necromancy, Sin, The
Possessed, Ghosts, just no vampires or werewolves listed at
all.