Outside Hell (13 page)

Then even though his mind was spinning, the
terror of being caught had him up again, and the last thing he’d
wanted to do was give up the ground that he’d suffered so much pain
putting between them. The vampire scrambled over the fence in
absolute agony, and then made his way down through a small wooded
area that lead out into a field.

He would have unleashed his wings at the
start of the chase, but the distance between him and the werewolf
was too close to have enough time to open them. Then through the
brambles and thicket bushes, he’d dislodged one of them and wasn’t
sure that it would function properly. Then and still with no wild
growling sounds from behind him he’d chanced a quick look, and
through the dark silhouettes of the trees that he’d just come
through, he couldn’t see anything except the mist in the air with
its phantom tendrils, and hear the un-rhythmical sound of his
snatching the air in with deep gasps, breathing. Then somewhat
unsure that he’d finally escaped the werewolf, he’d hobbled across
the field in great pain, whilst dragging his left leg behind
himself. All the while the grass was brightly lit and washed in the
moons luminescent glow. Finally though he’d reached a brick wall
and a gate that had been locked, only fearing that the sound of a
swift kick might alert his furry friend to where he was, the
vampire reluctantly and painfully then abandoned the gate and leapt
up, pulling himself over the wall.

Then as he’d laid there in his crumpled mess
on the other side, the stars above had shone brightly down upon
him, and he’d grinned. He’d grinned at how he’d finally escaped,
and that the beast with its sleek and massive frame must have
somehow in the chase, made a grave mistake.

A minute passed and then with no real noise
to worry himself over except the odd owl and a few sheep talking
amongst themselves, he’d leapt back over the wall to keep running.
Only as he’d lowered himself down and dropped the last few inches,
with his feet sinking into the damp grass on the other side, he’d
looked up and found to his horror that there no more than ten feet
away, and hiding in the coalescing shadows under an oak tree, was
the werewolf.

Sorchek had tried to run but slipped, and
then as he’d laid there sprawled out in the wet grass expecting
death, instead the beast had vanished. There was a garish flash
daring to light the grass for miles with its intensity, and then
the beast simply disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Then as he’d laid there in the sodden grass
with his chest rising and falling erratically, and even though he’d
needed a few long minutes to recover to some mental state where he
could comprehend his true surroundings again, he’d realized after
thinking about it, that Raffious had made the werewolf using
spells.

In response Sorchek dropped to his knees and
then screamed, “Raffious You fucking bastard.”

Raffious heard him in his other world and
grinned.

*****

The reason that Raffious had arranged the
deal with Sorchek in the first place, was because of his need for
revenge against Kaine and Regina.

Raffious had been hiding from the angels in
another world, and was deeply suspicious that Kaine and Regina
who’d thought they were friends with him, had actually found out
that he was a lying bastard and was using them for years. She’d
read out a spell on a bracelet that he’d given her some years
before, and he’d had no choice when its magical powers had called
to him, but to answer it. Then as he was just about to answer,
suddenly he’d another idea and sent a clone of himself to their
home in Devil’s Dyke instead. He’d reasoned that by doing so and
not answering the call, that she wouldn’t see where he was hiding.
He’d doubted that she would have recognized the place being that
she was just a stupid vampire and that, but also he’d known that he
couldn’t take the chance of revealing it to her either.

Raffious’ suspicions that she’d found out
about him had come from when a clone of his had overheard a priest
talking one morning. The father had been rummaging through books in
his office, and heard him mention under his breath about a vision
that he’d experienced some weeks beforehand. John the priest had
said to himself, “If Raffious existed then Kaine and Regina would
exist too, wouldn’t they?”

Raffious had almost fallen over when he’d
realized that his own evil plans were being monitored. Somehow a
dark entity or the angels had bestowed the vision upon the priest
whilst he’d slept, and then in it, it had revealed all of his own
plans to the priest too. This had made Raffious furious because up
to that point he’d been really careful not to let anyone know
anything about his twisted revenge plot, and feared that if it had
been the angels who’d made the priest experience the vision, then
they might be close to catching him too.

Raffious was on the run from Heaven and
trying to get revenge against a vampire leader called Rex, for
brutally torturing and killing his love Adina at the time of
Christ’s crucifixion. Ever since she’d been killed Raffious had
been leaping about through time controlling world leaders, and
creating wars and as much famine as he could. He’d hoped that in
doing so, and when mother nature was loosing her grip on the Earth,
Rex would have no choice but to come out from his hiding place
underneath the Tower of London, and without the protection of Satan
too, he’d be able to kill him. Only as Heaven had heard about his
twisted plans for revenge, God responded instantly by sending his
angels out from the Pearly gates, and demanded that the old boy be
dragged kicking and screaming before him.

When Raffious had realized that the angels
were close on his tail, it had all been too much for him. Then
after he’d vanished into his other world and had time to think
about it, he’d regretted that he hadn’t just killed the priest
before he’d left. He’d reasoned that because he was still alive,
the priestly fucker might then go and tell Kaine and Regina about
him. He’d also been aware there was no way that he could stop it at
that point too. Well at least not without chancing being caught by
going back to the Earth, and that wasn’t going to happen for sure,
not with the angels after him that is. Anyway so when Regina had
summoned Raffious using the magic bracelet and he’d sent the clone
to their house in Devils Dyke, he’d been right to be suspicious
that Regina had found out about him, because she had. The priest
had gone looking for her after his vision and when he’d found her,
he’d told her everything from his vision, revealing to her all of
Raffious’ deeply twisted plans.

In response to hearing it she was furious,
and then swore that when she’d seen him again, and because of who
he really was, she’d kill him for it. So when the clone was
standing next to her in her lounge and thinking that it was
Raffious, she’d stabbed it in the back of the leg hoping to severe
his main artery. Then as her razor sharp fingers had slid inside
the leg, what she’d found in there had shocked her. Inside there
wasn’t thick crimson coppery blood as expected, instead there was
white liquid that sprayed everywhere.

Kaine had responded by throwing his Ghurka’s
knife across the lounge directly into the clone’s head, and then
Regina using it as a handle had ripped the clone’s head of its
shoulders. A moment had passed and then she’d looked into its eyes,
telling Raffious that wherever he was hiding that she was going to
kill him. Raffious in his other world watched her through the
clone’s eyes, and in response he’d gulped deeply. At the same time
John the priest who was only a few feet away and severely freaking
out, held the bible in front of himself whilst doing cross signs on
his forehead, only he’d succumbed to his inner terror and then past
out.

Kaine had also told Raffious that the old
boy, their former friend, made him sick and he couldn’t believe
that he’d been killing millions of humans, just because he’d wanted
revenge for the death of his bitch Adina. Raffious was furious
hearing this and with anger coursing through his veins, he’d told
Kaine that he had to be punished for saying it. Regina had
intervened instantly and then said that if she herself ever died
that Kaine wouldn’t be so pathetic as to kill millions of humans to
get revenge like he had. Raffious instantly replied by saying, “Are
you sure about that? Well we will just have to see then won’t we,”
and then seconds afterwards the phone in the corner of Kaine and
Regina’s room had rung.

That was the moment that Raffious leapt back
375 years in time and arranged the deal with Sorchek, telling him
he had to ring at that moment. So when Kaine had picked it up and
there was someone with a savage sounding throat (Sorchek) saying
that he knew where the vampire was hiding who’d killed his parents,
Kaine as predicted was furious. Not at any time did he think
through his rage that the caller was actually the same vampire
who’d killed his parents, or that Raffious had leapt back in time
and just set up the whole sordid affair.

(Moments before Regina’s death. The Tower of
London - England)

As Dracus the bowman walked down the flights
of dusty stairs that were in front of him, with the damp almost
rotting smell that was growing stronger and stronger all around
him, he’d wondered with a little hope in his soul, if maybe this
was the last time that he would have to grace such a terrible
place.

Passing the seventieth floor and still
heading down into the depths of the Earth, the ground started to
make strange creaking noises all around him.

Pausing to listen to it, he was aware that it
wasn’t the weight of the soil above as many would say that it was,
but in truth just the beginning of the desperate screams and
tormentous sufferings of Hell.

The creaking sound was hells fires as they’d
desperately tried to dry out and consume the ground above, only as
the heat threatened to take down the whole of humanity, so then the
rainwater and seas seeped down from above to quell the raging
fires. The continuous and everlasting battle between the elements
of fire and water.

Continuing downwards he realized that he had
ten more flights to go until he would be in the room where his
master, or hopefully ex-master awaited him. Dracus was fully aware
that if he’d escaped this execution that they had planned for him,
and everything went to plan, then he’d been extremely lucky. He was
also aware that he couldn’t escape using his magic portals either,
because his magic was blocked by the covens extremely dark evil
spells within. This meant that if the death sentence was passed on
him as he’d expected it would be, then he’d have a wild battle just
trying to escape the place. He’d only hoped that his friend
downstairs was ready for it too. Still if he could go back a couple
days to within seconds of when he’d fired the arrows, he’d known in
his heart that he’d have still shot the bastard, because Satan had
deserved it.

He’d been at the Palace de Versailles in
Paris as the envoy for the coven, The White Coven located under The
Tower of London. Whilst he’d been there he’d been tasked with
handing over a gift to Kaine and Regina from Rex his coven leader
downstairs. It was a Scareb bracelet that would protect her from
evil and also summon him should she and her husband ever need his
help. All she had to do was touch it with four of her fingers and
he would hear the bracelet calling to him, and then he’d leap to
her rescue through a magic portal.

After he’d handed it over to her in Paris
then minutes later he’d felt another spell summoning him away, and
he’d had to leave. Then as he’d vanished and by sheer coincidence
Satan’s portal demons had touched her skin, and infected her with
death.

Then moments after she’d succumbed to the
infection and was in the process of being sucked down through a
tunnel of flames into hell; Kaine without knowledge of the bracelet
had placed her hands across each other, and in doing so four of her
fingers had engaged its power, so summoning him. Then as he’d felt
the calling and after leaping back through a magic portal to get to
her, and by sheer luck he’d been able to save her by using slithers
of his cursed arrows.

Satan had been furious that her death had
been reversed though and then came up from hell full of wild anger.
He was adamant that Regina was his prize and that he wasn’t going
to let her be stolen from him. In his fury he’d tried to personally
consume Regina and her husband plus their friend Laouse, only he’d
stepped in and saved them. He’d fired four of his cursed arrows
into the side of Satan’s neck that had momentarily paralyzed him.
Then whilst he’d been struggling to get them out, Kaine, Regina,
Laouse and himself had managed to escape through his portal. Only
ever since that moment his spells that he’d learnt from his parents
study in the castle had warned him, that the evil bastard Satan had
demanded his own head in retribution. This was fine though because
he’d no plans to hand his head over, and in truth he’d wanted Satan
to follow him back to Eldor. Only first if shooting Satan had
pissed him off then Dracus had felt that it wasn’t enough. He’d
waited hundreds of years to meet the idiot, and he’d had to be sure
that Satan would stop at nothing to kill him, and then in doing so
leap back to the Valstrath realm and fall into his trap of fighting
Vrakug.

*****

When Dracus had reached the floor underneath
the Tower of London that he’d wanted, and now eighty levels beneath
the Earths surface, he’d finally exited the stairwell and turned
left into a short corridor that was some forty feet in length.
Ahead of him at the end of it stood a massive stone door that had
drawings carved into it. They were images like Egyptian
Hieroglyphics depicting battles that the coven had been in only
deeply faded, and almost completely worn away by the passing of
time.