Outside Hell (15 page)

In his charge to save himself, Oliver had
seen the stairs and took the first three rungs in one leap, only as
he’d made it about halfway up suddenly all the lights had gone off,
and because of it he’d found himself tripping.

Meanwhile the vampire women downstairs were
in heaven so to speak. They were thrusting their fangs into their
victim’s necks as if without blood; they’d only a second left to
live. The thick red coppery liquid was flowing and spraying out so
fast that it was literally going everywhere. The boys downstairs
from the terror of it; had all died with their screams echoing long
after their hearts had stopped beating.

Then as Oliver had tripped in the darkness,
he’d managed to brace his fall against the top rung of the stairs.
Only as he’d raised his head, suddenly he’d realized that his eyes
were looking up the length of a woman that was standing on the next
floor up completely naked, and only inches away from his face. The
moonlight was washing across her succulent body, and apart from
lighting up her heavily blood stained breasts, her fangs had
glistened down at him from the eerie rays too. This woman was in a
league of her own though, and as she looked down at him, you could
tell that she knew it too. Then in a soft and gentle tone, and at
the same time as something in the distance could be heard
approaching, she’d said with an evil grin, “Are you lost my
darling? Would you like to come into my bedroom for a
nightcap?”

Oliver didn’t hear the noise that was
approaching from outside though, because by this stage he was
shaking with extreme fear. He’d felt his legs and elbows start
trembling, then as a second had past, he’d been consumed by a
deathly cold feeling that had coursed its way through him. The
young boys eyes were wide open and transfixed on the woman, and
from the terror that was spreading exponentially throughout him,
his senses were switched on to the max too.

The vampire woman reached out for his hand
in a seductive manor, only as her fingers were only inches away
from touching his, then suddenly the shack began to shake violently
and the old timber building was consumed in a deafening roar.
Outside in the blizzard and only fifty feet away, two military
choppers had just landed.

The bikini chick immediately forgot her
prey, and then with murder in her eyes and sensing danger, she’d
charged past Oliver and with her fangs out, she’d leapt down the
stairs. A second past and then as Oliver had prepared to make a
desperate run for it down the corridor in front of him, suddenly
all the doors that were leading off from it were ripped open, and
more vampires women came charging out. Six naked vampire women with
voluptuous bodies hurtled down the short wooden passageway towards
him. Only as they’d reached him, it was like they hadn’t even seen
him, because with their demonic expressions suggesting that they
were ready for war, they’d leapt down the stairs hissing and
screaming.

*****

Meanwhile outside the shack the arctic
weather was horrendous and the tall pine trees that had been
covered for months in the mountains of snow, were suddenly blasted
clean by the choppers huge downdraught. The vintage birds of steel
had crunched down heavily through the snow and ice. Then with their
laser guided cannons full of the German made MX1 vampire
anesthetic, they didn’t care about their loud entrance and loosing
the element of surprise, because they’d pointed at the shack and
fired.

The shiny silver cannons that were mounted
underneath the cockpits spun around like general Custer’s Gatling
guns, and glowed wholesomely with the devastating stream of bullets
that tore out of them.

Seconds passed and the four cannons from the
two choppers literally obliterated the lower level of the timber
shack. Its horizontal boarding that had admirably and dutifully
resisted the harsh mountain weather year upon year, was suddenly no
match for the extreme veracity and devastatingly intense stream
bullets.

Then as the shacks timber facing boards were
torn to pieces with chunks of it exploding outwards only to be
sucked up into the extreme blizzard before vanishing down the
mountainside, they’d looked like they were made from nothing more
than thin sheets of balsa wood. Whilst inside the old shack the
desperate screams from the vampire women were all but lost to the
extremely harsh winds, and the thunderous depths of the huge cannon
fire.

The noise of the guns was tremendous and
would deafen you even if you were standing fifty yards away wearing
earplugs. Thousands upon thousands of bullets blasted out the
cannons barrels, causing a massive bright light to rear up and
reflect back off the timber cladding of the upper level of the
shack. The light also reflected off the pine trees and made the
snow look like it wasn’t really white, but dazzling shades of
varying oranges and yellows. Then as the side doors of the choppers
slid back, and their cannons slowed to a halt with a mechanical
whirring sound; suddenly the two teams of Adolf’s genetically
modified soldiers wearing masks and full black tactical gear leapt
out.

Their boots had crunched as they’d landed
down into the deep snow beneath them.

The six feet tall heavily clad soldiers
wearing bulletproof vests and body armor, didn’t wait around
either. They’d instantly charged forwards in the waist deep snow,
throwing modified CS gas into the shack. The military steel
canisters had rolled and then bounced a couple of turns with a loud
hissing noise, whilst pumping out clouds of white noxious gases
that filled the shacks lower level.

The chopper pilots could faintly see in the
ruined shack about forty feet in front of them, the silhouettes of
vampire women in bikini’s that were struggling to stand. The potent
MX1 chemical that they’d shot them with and as it was being sucked
through their veins, was consuming them and sending them to
sleep.

The scientists had previously formulated
darts with a milder version of the chemical inside, but when news
had got back of two vampire security guards at the Palace de
Versailles in Paris having resisted them, they’d changed things.
Now they weren’t taking any chances and the choppers bullets apart
from being re engineered and exploding a second after impact, they
were also hollowed out and filled with a more potent version of the
drug too. Sixteen soldiers had arrived on the desolate
mountainside, and all of them were wearing facemasks that covered
their eyes and also came down past their chin. Inside and behind
the outer casing that was molded to look like three upside down
letters V’s, they had an air filtration system that gave them clean
air to breath.

Then as soon as the vampire women had
dropped to the floor, the soldiers with their cool looking masks
pointed their laser beams into the shack, and cautiously advanced
up towards the building with their eyes scanning everywhere. Then
as they’d swirled their bright red laser beams around through the
noxious gas, they’d looked like they were Darth Vader’s with light
sabers searching out Luke Skywalker from a star wars movie.

Dracus was standing eighty floors down
underneath the Tower of London, deep down in the pits of the earth,
where the sounds of hell’s fires could be heard as they’d fought
against the cooling sensations of humanities rainwaters from above.
He’d entered the torture chamber and was surrounded by hundreds of
vampires in their caves and the two coven leaders who were dressed
in their sacrificial red robes. They’d summoned him to discuss the
crime of a couple of days previously, where he’d shot their creator
with four of his cursed arrows.

Dracus had been completely aware over the
years of being a coven member that even he wasn’t immune to the
outer reaches of Rex’s evil wrath. It was also obvious to him that
there wouldn’t be a deferred sentence for him this day. No warning
with a financial penalty and an address on the back to send his
payment to, or even a community service that he could maybe clean
the torture chambers for a thousand years to say sorry. It was one
punishment for his crime of shooting Satan, and that punishment was
DEATH.

Then as he’d walked in to the chamber through
the archaic old stone doorway that Lucious was standing by, and as
he’d seen the ardent flames of the burning torches and the leaders
to his right dressed in their red sacrificial robes, the sight had
instantly confirmed his suspicions and because of it he’d laughed
inwardly. OK there hadn’t been a soft and cuddly lamb laying there
in the cavernous room whilst crying out with its last few breaths
of life after having its throat slit by Rex’s blade, but then there
didn’t there need to be? Anyone would have had to have been
outright stupid not to have seen by their costumes that they were
planning a sacrificial death. They were obviously planning a
deathly offering to Satan, and he was going to be their lamb.

The reason that Dracus had taken himself
there wasn’t to succumb to their ignominious slaying, but instead
to do the slaying. He wasn’t a fool and had welcomed their attempt
to try and pass the death sentence on him, with a mischievously
cheeky grin. He was also aware that whilst they were thinking that
he’d be trying to flee with his life, they’d leave themselves open
for his cunning attack. Then at that moment he would reach down for
his secret weapon and after using it, mayhem would ensue.

Now though as Dracus was
standing underneath Rex, the old crone had had a terrible coughing
fit. Then as a moment had past and as his coughing had stopped,
suddenly he’d launched his second missile of black phlegm up into
the air. Only this time as it had left his rotting lips and taken
various grim shapes, it had missed again and splatted down inches
from the bowman’s feet. Dracus hadn’t moved though and the very
fact that he hadn’t and that still Rex had missed his target had
infuriated the evil leader. Then as he’d walked around on his ledge
and glared down at the bowman with a past stern expression upon his
face, the anger within him had suddenly metastasized and threatened
to consume him.

Meanwhile the two hundred or so vampires that
were scattered around the cavernous room in their caves, and the
same evil fuckers who’d up to this point remained quiet fearing a
deathly punishment, suddenly burst out into a furious rage. They
were banging their chests together and snarling in each other’s
faces, whilst also screaming their demands for him to be
killed.

Only Rex who’d appreciated their loyalty,
held his bony hand up with his long black nails that were slightly
protruding from his red sleeve to silence them.

The vampires with their eyes darker than the
darkness itself snarled and then as they closed their mouths,
they’d leered out of their caves at the bowman for insulting their
leader with his grin.

It was clear to all who were watching that
Dracus would die for his insult; only they weren’t sure how his end
would come. Would Rex leap down and challenge him personally with
his silver dagger, or would he simply order his Elite warriors to
kill him instead? The vampires in their caves honestly didn’t know,
but then most of them didn’t have the minds to be able to
deliberate over such a thought either. All they knew was for
hundreds of years Dracus the bowman had been level with Vius the
leader of The Elite warriors, but only in a military capacity and
not to oversee the covens operations. He was also Rex’s number one
and mostly away on dangerous missions like some kind of secret
agent or something. They’d never seen him fight as they had with
Vius, but were aware from stories that he was a sorcerer with
deadly archery skills too. They did know though that as the night
changed into day and when the moon slipped away from the shade of
the gathering clouds, that the bowman would be dead. He’d have
succumbed to their leaders wrath, and by nightfall he’d be in
pieces rotting in the dungeons chopping rooms below.

Rex killed almost everyone that was ever
brought before him, and took great joy in all forms of torture. The
only vampire that they’d ever seen challenge Rex and publicly
threaten him was Kaine, but then they all knew the reason why Rex
hadn’t ordered his death too. Kaine apart from being a deadly
warrior was also the savior of the coven throughout the war against
the heinous beasts that howled at the site of the moon. He’d risked
his life on numerous occasions for them, and Rex owed him big time
for that too.

*****

As Dracus stood beneath Rex twisting his feet
in the dirt, he’d allowed his eyes to glance across at the closed
doorway that he’d come in through earlier.

Rex saw his glance and then said, “You won’t
be leaving here, your magic doesn’t work in the coven as you know,
and Lucious has been ordered to keep that door locked, so there’s
no escape.” Then as he’d finished saying it and as a moment of
silence happened that felt as if it would last an eternity, and the
atmosphere became so tense that you could almost cut it with a
knife, Rex spoke again.

“You have done the unspeakable and shot our
creator in the neck as he was trying to capture Kaine and Regina in
the Palace de Versailles, and because of your actions that tyrant
the angel Abdiel had nearly caught him. If he’d been successful
then Heaven would have thrown him into the bottomless pit for all
eternity.”

Then another moment of tension happened
without anyone saying anything and Rex blasted out, “Do you realize
the severity of your actions?”