Angelfall: Parts 1 to 5 (17 page)

“You worry me,” she said.

“I worry me too,” said Victor sipping his Bloody Mary.

A loud shout came from the kitchen.

“Get off me mahn. Raaaasss. Get off me,” said the middle pitched voice with a Jamaican lilt.

Lombhardi and another waiter busted into the dining area with a large brown Jamaican Rastaman with thick locks. The man was bound with his hands behind him and his feet were shackled. The Rastaman could not run away.

“I said get off me mahn,” said the Rastaman as Lombhardi and the other waiter threw him onto the reclining couch where Victor was seated. Lombhardi lost his balance and stumbled a bit.

Lombhardi and Victor looked at each other as Lombhardi got up dusting his apron off.

“There you go, the Jamaican special,” said Lombhardi out of breath. “I told you it was a rough meal.”

“ Look. You people better let my raaas go or else. I told you I’m not into these tings mahn. I’m not into these crying games,” said the Rastaman.

“Live or comatose?” said Lombhardi to Victor as Lombhardi motioned to the Rastaman.

“Live please. The coma injection makes the blood taste funny.”

“Very well. Live it is,” said Lombhardi as he pulled a roll of masking tape from his apron.

Within seconds the Rastaman was gagged at the mouth. His protests and screams were reduced to smothered muffles as Lombhardi smiled.

“Enjoy your meal,” said Lombhardi as he and the waiter left for the kitchen.

Angela looked at the helpless Jamaican bound on Victor’s couch.

“I’ll let you feed,” said Angela as Victor flashed his pearly white fangs. “Starved I’m sure you are.”

The Rastaman wiggled in the couch trying to break free but it was no use.

Within seconds, Victor’s fangs had penetrated the Rastaman’s neck and the locked Jamaican went limp. For a few minutes Victor fed on him careful to not drink too much of the blood.

A vampire never wanted to kill the victim only to drain the blood like the Massai Warriors of Africa skilled in draining a cow for just enough blood to enrich their diet. Victor fed for his life.

Victor as he lifted from the Rastaman’s neck.

The man lay limp on the reclining couch as Victor took the red napkin from his table and wiped the trickles of blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Hey Victor,” came a voice from the couch located behind him.

“Herod. What’s up?”

“Enjoying your Caribbean delight I take it,” said Herod.

“Ah quite tasty but I feel a little high,” said Victor.

“First time?” said Herod.

“Yeah. Whoa,” said Victor as he shook his head. “I don’t feel so good.”

Victor was turning even paler if that was possible.

“Yeah. The Rastas will do that to you. It’s like smoking the ganja yourself. It goes right to their bloodstream you know,” said Herod.

“How long does it last?” said Victor now lying down holding his head.

“Well since it’s your first Rastaman it will probably drain from your system in a day or two.”

Herod motioned for Lombhardi to come. Lombhardi walked over to them and noticed that Victor was sprawled on the couch.

“I’m going to be sick,” said Victor.

“It’s his first time feeding from a Rasta,” said Herod to Lombhardi. Lombhardi chuckled.

“I thought you knew,” said Lombhardi to Victor who was still sprawled on the couch.

“The THC goes straight to their bloodstream. Pure unadulterated ganja high,” Lombhardi said. Victor held his head and continued to moan. Angela rushed over to Victor.

“I'm sorry baby,” she said as she stooped down beside him. She put the back of her hand to his forehead.

“You’re such a baby, darling,” said Angela. “You’ll be okay. It will wear off in a couple of days.”

Angela summoned a waitress over. A young looking brunette vampire beckoned to her call.

“Please get me a gallon bottle of warm water and the peroxide out of the medicine cabinet. The young brunette nodded and rushed off.

“I guess I'm going to have to take off early tonight to take care of you,” said Angela.

“I guess,” moaned Victor.

Lombardi walked to another table to serve a young vampire couple that had just walked in. The young brunette waitress returned with the water and peroxide. Angela carefully measured two bottle caps of peroxide and poured it into the water.

“Sit up and drink this. It will help with your nausea,” said Angela as she helped him to sit up.

She poured a glass of the mixture and gave it to him.

A whirling alarm, which sounded distant at first, shrieked outside the restaurant.

Within minutes Victor was surrounded by members of Vampirol, the vampire police force that patrolled the vampire world.

Angela stood up in front of Victor.

“Victor Saul?” said a bearded Vampirol officer decked in a red uniform with blue stripes draped along his jacket and pants.

“I am Victor Saul. What is this about,” said Victor in a weak voice.

He put down the glass of peroxide mixture on the table.

“Sir, I am Inspector Vladimir Anon,” with Vampirol. “You are hereby placed under arrest.”

“For what,” said Victor suddenly not feeling so sickly.

“I was getting to that if you will allow me,” said Inspector Anon. “Seize him,” said Inspector Annan.

 Eight officers surrounded him. One of them tazered him so that he couldn’t fly.

He immediately screamed in pain as the taser surged through his body.

He fell with a soft blow onto the couch.

“What is this for? Can’t you see he is sick?” said Angela as she tried to push the officers away from him.

“Ma'am. Get out of the way or we’ll arrest you for assaulting a member of the force and obstructing officers carrying out their duties,” said Inspector Anon.

Victor tossed in pain.

“Pick him up,” said the inspector. They pushed Angela out of the way.

“Mr. Saul. You are under arrest for threatening treason against the kingdom of darkness,” said the inspector.

“Cuff him,” he said. The officers cuffed him and dragged his weak body out of Villagio's with Angela screaming.

The patrons resumed their bloody meals.

Inspector Anon and the officers flew into the air with Victor dangling by his shoulders.

Within moments they flew him to an exceeding high mountain cave with a large entrance.

They took him deep within the cave to an area with a cell lockup.

They threw him in and slammed the specially made bars shut. No vampire known to their world could break it.

Normally a vampires spit had special enzymes that melted metal but this cell was impervious to its effects. Victor slid flat on the floor.

Who said something? That was a private conversation between me and Angela thought Victor. It had to be a customer at Villagio’s. I saw a few on their phones, continued Victor in thought.

The tazer’s effect was wearing off. A voice came from inside the cell.

“Hey brother. Sit up. Don’t let them see you defeated. That is what they want,” said a young black vampire with cool brown skin and long braided here.

Victor sat up on the floor with his back to the wall. He still felt a little dizzy.

“I'm okay,” said Victor. They were silent for a moment. Victor broke the silence.

“What's going to happen to me?”

“Well, first of all you need a lawyer. I suggest Valentino Miller. But he's as expensive as they get. He looks like 20,000 years old but he’s in good with most judges. You'll probably get bail using him,” said the black vampire. “I'm Cyril by the way.”

“I am Victor,” he said. Victor glanced to the corner of the wall and saw an old white vampire curled up on the floor.

“Who’s he,” said Victor.

“Oh that's Johnson. He's been in here for over a year, so I heard. I came last month and found him here. I think all of his vampire family is gone; Stakes through their hearts or something like that. I think it was a vampire mob hit. He must have killed a coupe of mobsters,” said Cyril. ‘I think.”

A loud clanging noise interrupted them.

A Vampirol prison guard pushed a large metal tray cart on wheels. It was the kind that airline hostess’ served from.

As he pushed it along, the wheels flickered to and fro beneath the metal weight.

He whistled as he pushed the cart towards Victor and Cyril's cell.

“She'll be comin’ ‘round the mount’n when she comes. She'll be comin’ ‘round the mount’n when she come. She'll be comin’ ‘round the mount’n–

“Will you stop that silly noise Seabert,” interrupted the cell guard on duty near the entrance to the cell area.

“They say whistle while you work,” shouted back young Seabert. “It makes di’ hours go fast’r. Besides yer’ way too grumpy thar’ pardner.”

Seabert turned his attention to the inmates.

“All right you varmins. We’s got your delectable grub for all yuz right here. Don't y'all gravel it up all at once,” said Seabert as he opened the latch to the cart and flipped open the top.

He pulled out a long slender metal box with tiny holes in it. They heard squeaking inside of it.

“Don't suck them too long,” Cyril said. “They are as old as eternity.” Seabert grinned flashing his vampire teeth.

He stared at them as he tossed the metal box through the cell bars. It dropped with a clankity clank. Victor's face lost all expression. Siebert grinned.

“What did you think you would get? Eye-talian or Chinese takeout?” said Seabert as he patted his overalls for a key. He reached into his green overall breast pocket but came up with nothing in his hand.

“Where da hell did I put that damn key?” muttered Seabert to himself.

“Get the agony over with already,” shouted Johnson from his fetal position.

“Shut up you old bloodsucker,” said Seabert. Cyril's jaw dropped. This was the first time he heard Johnson speak since Cyril had been in there.

“Found it,” said Seabert pulling a key from his overall’s back pocket. His face lit up as he hoisted the key to the metal box in the air. Seabert tossed the key into the cell. It bounced off the metal box with a clank and landed in the middle of the cell.

“You varmins don't eat yer grub all at once now,” said Seabert with a giggle. He giggled as he walked down the corridor to an inner area.

Cyril clamored for the key on the floor. His vampire talons scraped on the concrete as he grabbed up the key and opened the metal box. He flipped open the box and picked up a live rat. He bit the rat’s neck one after another in rapid fire. He didn't even inhale or take a breath.

Cyril held out a live rat to Victor. Victor shook his head.