Outside Hell (12 page)

Then with the deal finally set between
Raffious and Sorchek, the old boy clapped his hands together,
muttering a few words. In response all around them threatening by
its intensity to light up the horizon, there was a massively garish
bright light, and the vampire had no choice but to shield his eyes
away from it. The old boy had summoned his magical time tunnel,
which appeared promptly and on cue.

The time tunnel looked like a tube train
made from glass with subtle hues of pinks and pastel blues and
green running through it, only beyond the doorway both ahead and to
the rear, the glass was obscured slightly. Inside though there was
other beings sitting their motionless as if they were commuting to
work.

Sorchek had heard the archaic words that
Raffious had used, and then thought that maybe he could simply
mutter the same words, and a time tunnel might appear for him too.
So walking forwards on the loose rocky ground beneath himself; the
evil vampire gave it a go. Only as his words had aired themselves
up into the night’s sky, no tube train of glass with motionless
passengers appeared. Raffious was watching and the old boy almost
wet himself laughing. Sorchek was furious as the old boy then slid
the invisible door back on his time tunnel, and in his long white
robes and sandals then graciously stepped inside.

A second past and then after he’d collected
his thoughts, Raffious wiped his mouth and muttered some more words
in the same dialect as before. In response the night sky suddenly
darkened significantly, and the wind picked up lifting fine grains
of dirt with it for just a few seconds too. Raffious then looked
into the bushes beyond and as they’d rustled, he’d pointed behind
Sorchek with a smirk and said, “Oh by the way there’s one last
thing; you have to prove that you’re up for the task by killing
THAT, first.” Sorchek had been momentarily confused and then after
he’d turned around with his face screwed up to look; he’d laughed
inwardly when he’d seen what was standing there.

About twenty feet away from him there was a
small clearing to the right that was surrounded by dense foliage
and bushes. Then just behind it that there was a bank of grass and
behind that a babbling brook, that was gently hissing as the waters
passed through it heading for the sea. In front of the bushes there
was a sweet innocent looking girl of about the age of fourteen that
had shoulder length dark hair, framing her pale face and soft
features. She had no shoes on her feet and was naked apart from an
old beige woven sheet that was strewn diagonally across her little
frame.

Sorchek then turned around to Raffious and
said in a mocking, and somewhat ridiculing tone, “Is this some kind
of fucking joke?” Only no sooner than he’d saying the words, the
girl saw the moon above as it reared its silver gong like head from
behind the gathering clouds and started screaming. Then a second
had passed and the young girl suddenly clasped her hands violently
across her face, trying desperately to shield herself away from its
painfully luminescent glow. The moons rays had appeared to be
burning her or something, only as she’d stopped screaming and then
collapsed to the floor, all the time she was eyeing Sorchek up with
a horribly sadistic grin. Then a second passed and her eyes rolled
back in her head and she slumped forwards lifelessly against the
wet soil that was beneath her. More seconds swept by of nothingness
and then the girl slowly raised her head and craned her neck back,
whilst laughing in a deeply sinister tone.

Above her the clouds had drifted worlds
apart and the full power of the moon suddenly washed down deeply
over her. Then with it she’d tensed suddenly and arched her back
with a horrible bone cracking sound that came from within, before
the screaming started again. Only this time it was even more
sinister and much louder than before.

The girl kept clawing at the ground beneath
her and then with filthy fingers she started pulling the skin away
from her face, and yanking out huge clefts of hair that curled as
soon as it had hit the ground beneath her. Then as a sudden and
deeply ominous feeling washed over him, Sorchek tensed up. The
vampire wondered for the second time since in his existence if
maybe he should just RUN. As he was thinking about it and at the
same time, he’d actually found himself rubbing his chest that still
hurt from when he was shot inside Yohan’s cottage, and that was the
Xmas before. Killing humans was all right so long as they didn’t
have shotguns, but this thing in front of him; he’d no idea what it
was going to turn into.

Then as he’d looked on with a paler
completion than his usual deathly shade, suddenly the little girls
jaw outstretched, and her eyes had glazed over heavily before being
sucked back into her skull. A moment passed and then she’d ripped
the blanket away from herself, and at the same time her back split
open and grey fur forced its way out from inside. Her face was
mostly gone too, just blood and bones from behind where the skin
was, giving her the zombie look of a grueling mask. All the while
the sinister bone cracking noise from before had grown much louder
too, and with it the macabre sound replicated that of thick
branches snapping underfoot in the forest. Then as Sorchek watched
on, even though he’d adored the taste of warm crimson blood as it
trickled its way down the back of his throat, the sight of the girl
all disfigured before him, and with blood now pooling all over the
ground; it had a strange effect on him. It had literally made the
vampires stomach turn. She was almost unrecognizable at this stage
due to her limbs having grown exponentially, and where her hands
had been, they’d snapped forwards and then stretched with razor
sharp claws where her fingertips had been.

At the same time as this was happening, her
head grew three times bigger, and with it hideously distended veins
started popping up everywhere that darkened in color. The creature
that she was turning into looked like something crossed between a
Grizzly bear and that of a wolf. Its lower jaw had grown so big
that now it was massive, and the teeth were so big that only
paleolithic creatures from prehistoric times could possibly
compare.

In her final sickening stages of changing,
Sorchek was well aware suddenly of what the beast was that she’d
turned into. The little girl was now top of the food chain; she was
a werewolf.

Then as this information registered in his
sick twisted mind, he’d told his legs that he’d wanted to run but
was horrified to find that they’d frozen beneath him. It was as if
the batteries had run out and the signal from his brain wasn’t
getting through.

The werewolf that the little girl had turned
into was 6 feet in length and four feet in height. She had massive
shoulders and a solid ripped back. Her ribs were pronounced in such
a way, that underneath her silvery fur you could see each one
lurking there in the shallow distance. Then at the moment that
she’d completely finished changing, she’d craned her neck back and
howled. The sound was primal and had the long high pitched ending
like that of a wolf, only this was much louder and with its depth
of tone being far deeper, Sorchek suddenly recanted upon his
original thoughts of the little girl being easy to kill, because
now he didn’t like the odds that he’d be able to kill her at
all.

Raffious saw his pale expression growing
even paler, and then as the birds in the nearby trees took flight
desperate to get away from this creature, and still standing in the
open doorway of his tube train with his motionless passengers
saying nothing, he’d laughed.

The werewolf now fully ready to kill then
raised its head, and looked up at Sorchek with the most evil
glowing fiery red eyes that he’d ever seen. They’d looked like
blood red orbs, and the mist that was swirling around inside of
them; it made him think that maybe Satan was controlling it. Then
as it stared back at him with it’s rapidly lifting nostrils, it’d
been clear that it was in some kind of demonical state of wild
twisted demented rage, and that it wanted nothing more than to rip
him to pieces.

The vampire had seen enough. Suddenly like
the batteries in his legs had found some charge, Sorchek’s frozen
stumps thawed out from the shock and came back online. Then as his
legs told the brain, “OK sorry for that,” suddenly they’d thought
the same thing, RUN. Sorchek ran as fast as he could, leaping here
and leaping there whilst ducking his head down from low branches as
he’d plummeted through the dense, and also dangerously sharp bushes
that were in front of him. The adrenaline was pumping so much that
as the blackthorn spikes, lethal barbs of over an inch in length
had dug into him with vicious intent, he’d never even felt them and
through his crazed terror, he’d just carried on pulling himself
frantically through the bush. Then as soon as Sorchek and the
werewolf had vanished into the distance, silhouetted by the
mountain range to the east, Raffious commanded his third eye spell
to follow them and sat back in his time tunnel to watch the whole
glorious chase in high definition.

Then when it was finally over, Raffious who
was almost pissing himself with the divine pleasure of seeing a
vampire shit himself whilst running for his life, then held on
tight to a strap that was dangling down from the ceiling, and the
time tunnel like a tube train slowly pulled away. As it did bright
lines consisting of many ultraviolet colors suddenly stretched out
from behind it, and then a second later the train with him in it
was gone.

*****

Vampires were fully aware that Satan for
whatever reason had gifted them with the ability to travel
backwards in time, but they were also just as equally aware that if
they went back too far, then they’d have to stay there until time
returned them at its normal pace.

After Sorchek had agreed to kill Regina he
couldn’t get out of his mind all the fun that he was going to have,
being able to leap forwards in time too. He was well aware that
with the gift if ever he was in another situation like he’d been in
the previous Xmas when he’d killed Yohan, OK he might end up taking
one shot through the chest from Santa Claus or whoever it had been,
but not fucking three. Those holes apart from hurting like a
bastard for several weeks; they’d been six inches in diameter and
took fucking ages to fix. Sorchek knew that with the gift of time
travel he’d never be caught again, and given any situation like
that, all he’d have to do would be to click his fingers and just
vanish.

*****

Also the werewolf that Raffious had sent
chasing after Sorchek; turned out to be a funny tale.

Sorchek found that everywhere he’d turned
the path ahead of him had seemed to be full of bushes that hated
vampires. He’d no time to stop either and had to just push on
ploughing headfirst straight into them, desperately scrabbling and
pulling as hard and as fast as he could to get through. There’d
been moments when the beast had been inches from him and its claws
had sliced deep gashes down the backs of his legs, only in his
favor it had seemed that the spaces he’d made in the vicious bushes
were too tight for the werewolf to fit through so he’d manage to
slip away. The beast had the disadvantage, because it had to claw
its own wider path through them just to keep up.

Then at some point through the wild insane
chase, he’d reached the top of a hill and had no choice but to
again dive into more thicket bushes that seemed endless in their
expanse. Only then and after pulling himself through the forest of
pain and to his surprise, the deep growling noise that had been so
close behind him that at moments he’d thought it was actually
trying to climb in his ear had gone. The sound of that beast had
instilled utter terror in him, and now to his pleasant surprise it
wasn’t there any longer, it was strangely gone.

Daring not to chance
slowing down to take look though just in case it was trying a keep
quiet tactic before pouncing, and with his heart in his mouth so to
speak, the vampire just kept on running. His trousers were
absolutely soaked from the wet grass and ripped from blackthorn
bushes, whilst at the same time he was heavily breathing and on
occasion gasping for breath. Then after about a mile or so, finally
he’d come across an escarpment that lead off down the side of a
‘
seven hundred feet to the bottom’
steep hill. Still refusing to look behind just in
case the beast was trying his run but keep quiet tactic, he’d leapt
off the top of the hill and found that as his feet had landed on
the slope beneath him, his ankles had instantly buckled. The ground
was severely pitted and rutted from cow’s hoofs, and there’d been
nothing that he could do to stop himself from going over. At first
he’d thrust his hands out in front of himself thinking that he’d be
able to slow his decent, but he’d been wrong. His whole body as it
had rolled violently down the slope had twisted, cavorted, and
somersaulted in every direction until finally near the bottom, he’d
reached an adjacent slope that had dealt him a hefty, and extremely
dizzying blow.

His head had smacked down sideways into the
firm soil after coming out from the somersault moments before, and
his chest had taken a heavenly deep thud that was so hard, it had
even shot blood up the back of his throat from his last victim. The
force of the impact as he’d hit the adjacent slope had also sent
him across it and then unable to stop himself, he’d spiraled down a
shorter incline that was filled with bramble bushes and an old
rusty barbed wire fence.