Outside Hell (11 page)

The triggers on his MP5’s were still pulled
back though, only as the sub machine guns were empty, rather than
fire they’d made a rapid metal against metal clicking sound.

Kaine’s happily married mind had packed its
belongings a while back, and metaphorically speaking, was now at
the train station and leaving. He’d loved his wife with every
morsel of his being. Every pound of his flesh had longed to be with
her for an eternity, and now she was gone. Never again would he
smell her soft fragrance. Never again would she wake him with a
barrage of soft kisses all over his naked body. Never again could
he run his fingers through her silky smooth silky hair after
witnessing her gorgeous smile, as she’d awoken in his protective
arms. Never again would she be firmly locked into his deep and
loving embrace either. Never again would he be like a wild bull to
her wanton tigress. Never again would she be his lighthouse to
guide him through the stormy seas of life, because she was
dead.

Regina was DEAD.

Kaine had only just gotten over the
harrowing experience of seeing Regina die and then being brought
back to life a couple of days previously, and now she was killed
again.

Only this time it looked a whole lot more
irreversible considering that her brains had been ripped out of her
skull, and were violently splattered on the wall in some deep
psycho mosaic, that is.

The first time she’d died they’d been at a
meeting in the Palace de Versailles, Paris. There’d been a portal
demon there that had infected her.

Kaine hadn’t believed the stories he’d heard
in the past about portal demons, and always thought that they’d
just been old folk stories, simply rumours intended to scare.

He’d gone upstairs to clean his tux from a
French wine that some fool had spilt over him, and whilst he’d been
up there, Regina had telepathically messaged him with the
horrifying news.

After jumping down an insane huge fifty feet
stairwell and causing a huge crack to appear in the Palaces
historic floor, he’d charged out along the passageway to find
her.

When he’d reached her and seen a black
shadow under her skin that was growing ever larger by the second
and trying to suffocate the life out of her, he’d fully realized
that the folk stories he’d laughed at for so many years were
actually true.

His scientist friend called Laouse had been
with him at the time, and he’d reminded him that the folklore said
there was no cure.

In his brain as he’d heard Laouse’s words,
they’d almost torn him apart. Each letter pronounced had been like
vicious daggers flying into him.

Only suddenly, and as if Heaven had answered
his prayers, Dracus the bowman had appeared from a magic portal.
Then with a sprinkling of shavings from his cursed arrows into her
mouth to ward off the demonic spirit, he’d managed to save her.

Kaine had learnt afterwards that Heaven
hadn’t intervened and that Dracus had met Regina earlier on in the
evening whilst he’d been upstairs in the toilets washing his tux.
Dracus had given his wife a magical Scareb bracelet and then
because the bowman could feel someone else summoning him he’d had
no choice, he couldn’t stay and had to leave.

The bracelet apart from being gold and
magical, it was also filled with the most breathtakingly gorgeous
and wildly sparkling gems.

The bowman had told Regina that if ever four
of her fingers were laid across the face, its magic would summon
him and he would come to her rescue instantly using his magic
portals.

Kinda like a knight in shining armour, only
he’d no armour and wasn’t a knight.

Anyway low and behold, and by some strange
coincidence that very same evening the portal demon had cursed her
and she was dying. Kaine had been unaware that as he’d folded her
arms across her lap to say his final farewell to his love, that her
fingers had touched the bracelet and in doing so they had summoned
the bowman.

The bowman had appeared and saved her.

When Kaine had seen Dracus stepping out of
the magic portal in the Palace de Versailles, he’d been truly
elated. He’d closed his eyes for the briefest of seconds and
thanked God for the bowman’s arrival.

Now though and as Sorcheks green liquid was
paralysing him in the shack high up in the Carpathian Mountains of
Romania, Kaine who was powerless to stop the effects simply
collapsed.

All the while even though he was paralysed,
Kaine was fully aware of his surroundings and could hear and see
everything that was going on around him.

Sorchek who’d been watching earlier and
grinning all the time that Kaine had been killing the vampire with
his MP5 machine guns, now simply looked down at the fallen warrior
laying before him and laughed.

A moment passed and then he took out a
cigarette and spun it up into the air, bending his knees down
underneath it. As it came back down, he craned his neck backwards
and caught it firmly between his lips.

Then after lighting it from the fat orange
flame with his zippo, he took a few long deep puffs and clanged the
thing shut. Then as the clouds of smoke bellowed upwards, he
dropped the warm metal lighter back into his jacket pocket and
sniggered at Regina’s body.

“Damn shame that, I wanted to fuck her
myself.” He said to the corpse, as he gently prodded it with the
tip of his left boot. As he’d touched it, he was unaware that her
hand was laying across the other wrist, and again her four fingers
were firmly resting on top of the magical Scareb bracelet.

“You still can boss,” one of the vampire’s
who’d walked in behind her only moments before she’d been killed
had said.

Sorchek and the vampire both looked at each
other and grinned.

Meanwhile Kaine just lay there staring into
the skull of his wife’s now empty head.

Everything else except for the left side of
the skull and the ear remained. The whole face including the top,
back and right side of the skull had been blown away.

Where the brain had been, just a steady
stream of blood dribbled out of the neck.

Kaines face the way he’d fallen had left him
laying there, staring directly into her hollowed out skull. He
couldn’t do anything in his paralyzed state except lay there
staring at the mess that had formerly been his lover. In response a
tear had rolled out of his eye, and dripped onto the floor beneath
him.

“Not so pretty now is she, the dirty little
bitch.” Sorchek said as he’d allowed a long line of saliva to drip
out of his mouth onto the remains of her head. “You know who put me
up to killing her don’t you, the mans name was Raffious.” He’d
added to sour Kaine’s already deep sadness, and intensely twisted
mental state.

As Kaine heard the name Raffious, inside
he’d wanted to explode. His emotions were going wild for his love
Regina, but also his rage was threatening to consume him too.

All the while in the next room to where
Sorchek was standing, all hell had broken loose. His vampire women
in bikinis were killing young snowboarding guys from England, who’d
been drinking copious quantities of beer, and arranging sex for
cash in the bedrooms.

Kaine was nothing to Sorchek. The whole
execution up in the shack in the Carpathian mountain’s of Romania,
had been set up as agreed by an old man called Raffious 375 years
previously. He’d offered him a deal and when Sorchek had accepted,
he’d paid him handsomely with gold and a promise too.

The instructions hundreds of years
previously had been clear. If you take the deal you have to kill
the woman, and if you don’t kill her then the punishment for
failure will be death.

Kill the woman or be killed.

If Sorchek killed the woman then as promised
he’d be handsomely rewarded for it, and the old man would give him
the gift of time travel into the future. Then to prove that the
time travel worked, Raffious and Sorchek had leapt into the future
and appeared in the oval office of The Whitehouse four hundred and
ten years later. Sorchek had seen the back of Obama’s head, and
then as he’d made a primal lunge for the president suddenly and
without even touching one hair, they’d vanished and appeared back
in 1605 again.

Raffious reminded Sorchek
that if in 375 years he didn’t kill the woman, that the punishment
for failure was death. The vampire even though the consequences for
failure were seriously grim, in his mind the gift of time travel
into the future was too amazing a deal, ‘
NOT
’ to go for.

Sorchek had scratched his chin and walked
around on the spot for a few minutes whilst he’d pondered over it.
Only every time he’d tried to say to himself no don’t take it, he’d
cursed inwardly because he’d known that he wanted it. Then as a
moment had passed, and after he’d kicked the dirt beneath himself,
he’d said to Raffious,

“
Oh Bollox. Go on then, I
accept.”

Raffious had grinned inwardly at his
stupidity and then told him that if he’d even touched a hair on
Regina’s head before December in the year 1980, the punishment
would be death.

Then after the vampire had nodded thinking,
“Doesn’t this dude get the message, I just fucking said yes,”
Raffious told him the last part of the deal and said that for him
to be able to lure Kaine into the trap, in 375 years time he’d have
to call his house phone and tell him that he knew where the vampire
was who’d killed his parents. Again Sorchek nodded and in response,
Raffious then slipped a piece of paper out of his pocket with
Kaine’s phone number on it, and handed it to the vampire. Sorchek
took one puzzled look at the piece of paper with a deeply furrowed
brow and then said, “What’s this?”

Then as Raffious realized, he’d chuckled to
himself. It was obvious that the vampire hadn’t ever seen a phone
before, or maybe even a piece of paper for that matter as they
weren’t invented in that time they were standing in, and not for
hundreds of years to come either. So to save explaining he’d said
to Sorchek, “Don’t worry about it,” and then snatched the piece of
paper back from him, and shoved it in his pocket.

A second passed, and then as the gathering
clouds blocked out the moons eerie rays from lighting up the rocky
ground beneath them, suddenly Raffious had an idea.

Turning around he’d raised his hands in the
air, and then with sparks of electricity dancing on his fingertips,
he’d cast a spell. Then as the spell was cast so the number for
Kaine’s house phone was scorched deep into Sorchek’s mind. The
vampire felt the ten digits as they’d arrived in his subterraneous
layers of his mind, and the feeling of it suddenly freaked him
out.

“Get the fuck out of my head.” He’d
screamed, aware that Raffious was probing his inner thoughts.

Raffious laughed and then to be sure that
the spell had worked properly, he’d asked him to repeat the number.
When the vampire did and the number was right, the old boy with his
long knee length white beard grinned inwardly, and then allowed his
thoughts to drift back to hurting Kaine and Regina.

In that moment though Sorchek was confused
as he’d looked at the old boys face because in his transient mental
moment, Raffious had looked like he’d died on the spot. The murky
off green eyes of his were wide open, only the pupils were
flickering, but it was clear that there was no one was home. The
vampire even waved his hand in front of Raffious face and said
slowly in a gentle voice, “Hello anyone in there?” only his
intrusion was most ungraciously received.

In response Raffious blinked once and then
as if he’d vampire routes somewhere deep within, he’d snarled at
him.

Sorchek wasn’t that bright in the brain
cells either, but as he’d leapt backwards he’d known straight away
by the sinister facial expression that he’d just received, the old
boy meant it too. Then in response the vampire raised his palms up
to either side of his own face and at the same time said, “Sorry,
Sorry.” Only as he’d retreated Raffious then slipped back into his
former mental zone, to think about causing more pain and hurt to
Kaine and Regina.

Raffious knew that as soon as Kaine received
the phone call from Sorchek in 375 years time, he’d be full of
rage. Then with wild anger steaming through him and threatening by
its sheer volume to burst blood vessels, he’d drop everything and
go looking for revenge. Raffious had given Sorchek the opportunity
of arranging the place where he’d kill Regina, and from hearing the
vampires reply, he’d been quite happy with the location. Sorchek
had said that there was a perfect place; an old shack high up in
the mountains of Romania. He’d described the joint in every detail
from its deep powdery snowdrifts, to the sea of dense pine trees
that surrounded the deeply weathered building. The vampire had
literally left nothing out and then when finishing, he’d added with
the help of slow and curvaceous hand signals, and explained just
how big the breasts were on the bikini girls that ran the
place.

Sorchek had known from spending many years
running the shack, and in that time killing thousands of
holidaymakers and other innocent folks, just how bleak it would be
at the peak of the mountain through the winter months. He’d thought
that it was the perfect place because if something did go wrong
with the assassination attempt, and then from it somehow Kaine and
Regina had managed to flee the joint, they’d be trapped in the
hideously arctic conditions. It would leave him a second chance to
avoid Raffious’ wrath for failure, and also in turn give him
another crack at killing Regina.