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Authors: Milo Spires

Tags: #vampires, #hell, #werewolves, #sadness, #battles, #time travel, #raids, #dark sorcery, #whore houses, #ww2 genetically modified soldiers

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The co-pilot had desperately grabbed the radio
and started screaming in German to the other
chopper, “We are going down, were going down heavy.” Then suddenly
there was an unearthly and really loud barrage of distortion that
came
back at
them
through their
headsets
,
and a second later the radio
went dead.
Then as the second chopper
who’d just picked up their distress call
had
swung
around in front of them, strangely the instrument panel
stopped belching
out smoke and
settled
down
again,
with the misbehaving engine also returning to full
roar.

 

Then as they’d checked the instruments in front of them
everything had seemed fine. The fuel gauge
had
returned to reading just over half full,
and the light on the radio
had
come back on
again too
. The vibrations from the
tail rotor
had cleared up as well as if someone had been out there
with a wrench and just fixed the problem.
Then whilst
they’d h
over
ed
there in front of their buddies for a second
and were
smacked around by the tremendous winds outside,
the pilots were completely baffled by the events, turning to each
other
with
furrowing
brows
.
The thing had only been serviced
the day before
,
and it
had been
given a green light for the mission.
The Pilots with many years experience
being shot at by snipers and rocket missiles through various war
zones had realized that the problems only started after they’d felt
that heavy thud coupled by the submarine creaking sound.

 

The co pilot
had then
spun around in his
metal
seat and
tried to look back
out the cockpit
to see if there
was anything obviously wrong with the chopper, but couldn’t see
anything except a slight build up of ice along the
tail end of
the
fuselage. Then
as he’d remembered about the
electrics failing too,
he’d
scanned the horizon looking for anything that
could
have
possibly caused magnetic
interference, only the visibility
a meter out from the bird
was horrendous and all he could see
past it was a
wall
of dense snow.

 

They’d flown
following a map
whilst
using their instruments to get them
there
,
and were
planning on using the
same
system
to get
home too.

 

Then after the second chopper had slowly circled around
them trying to see if they could spot something wrong and couldn’t,
it had taken to the rear
and
then
together
they
’d
flown on
for a couple of minutes until the co pilot in the trailing
bird
had
seen
something brightly reflecting the
moons gleam up at him
from a thousand feet below. Then after radioing
ahead to the other chopper, both the choppers had instantly slowed
to a hover with the soldiers stern faces and fat lips stuck to the
window of the trailing bird; staring down and trying to get a
better look. Only they couldn’t quite see through the endless
expanse of snow what it was, but they were sure that something was
moving fast beneath them, and judging by its speed, they’d reckoned
on it being a snowmobile.

 

Radioing to second chopper
to alert them
that it might be the vampire
that
had
escaped them
earlier
,
they’d said they were going down to take a look
.
Then
ramming the
control
stick across to the left
,
the pilot
in the trailing chopper banked
the heavy bird
severely whilst
cutting the power
and
plummeting
nose down
into the valley below.
The heavy rotors through the change in direction had slapped
the wind
violently, making a deafening and almost
thunderous roar.

 

*****

 

Meanwhile back in the
shack
,
the
C4
timer that the soldiers had planted
on the chimneybreast
was counting
down
with
it's red digital display
and it didn’t
have long either. It actually had 4 seconds, 3 seconds, 2 seconds,
1 seconds.

 

Ca BOOM

 

With the
massive
explosion
that was coming out from the shack, the force that
was expelled throughout
the pine
trees
had
them swaying
violently
,
and
threatened
with its devastating power
that it
might ‘like in a hurricane’ then rip
them
up
by
the roots
; only refusing to be beaten so easily by a mere
explosion, they’d stayed fast until it had past
.

 

The
old timber
shack that
had seen many macabre deaths over the years, and was also
partly responsible for ruining families and causing much grief
across the world from missing loved ones, had vaporized
instantly.
One second before
it
had been sitting
with the inside of it covered in blood
from recent kills, and Oliver's brains across the radiator upstairs
with the downstairs destroyed by the heavy cannon fire, then a
second later it was gone. It had literally vanished from the
mountainside with just a huge crater left beneath it like some
weird memorial to the thousands of deaths that had happened in the
place.

 

The light
from the
devastatingly powerful explosion
had
garishly consumed
the
woods
for
miles around
like a supernova, and the
debris
from
the blast was sucked up into the blizzard,
never
to
resurface again.

 

The locals
in the village of
Fagaras
would have heard the explosion
being that their homes were only a thousand feet below the
shack
,
but
they wouldn’t have cared.
Most of them had grown up in this area and were
well aware of
the
local folk stories suggesting
that the shack and its occupants were evil. It was these stories
that had kept them away from visiting the place
,
and
because
they’d also lost family
members over the years to mysterious
circumstances
, none of them would
ever venture
up the mountain pass
to it either
.

 

No one was
actually
sure
they were
vampires
though
because they’d never
been there to see
them close up
or
been bitten by them, only the archaic village that was
still
operating with horses to plough the fields made
sure that
after dark
they’d locked their
windows and doors with timber boarding and huge bolts. The
owner of the
local tavern had placed crosses on the front
door
on his
establishment
, and with his plentiful
supplies of fresh garlic and other such devices to ward away the
blood sucking fiends,
he and his family
were
strong believer
s
as with the rest of the
villagers
,
that the folklores
of the shack being
home to the undead
were true.

 

Recently a farmhouse on
Xmas eve the year before had experienced something that they’d all
agreed was far from normal. A respected farmer by the name of Yohan
was killed in front of his mother
,
and
then
as a result his father had died from a heart
attack in front of his screaming daughter in law and her two
children Andrei and Fiorentina. The grandmother had said that the
beast that had killed her son was pure evil and not from this
world. She’d described it by saying that it had a deathly pale
face, drank his blood and had huge paleolithic fangs that glistened
in the far away moonlight. The evil attack was when the family was
preparing to celebrate Xmas, and it
was
only thwarted
when a neighbor had shot the creature with his 12 gauge shot gun.
The neighbor and the grandmother had both witnessed three huge
holes appear in the killer’s chest, but instead of dying he’d
sniggered and then ran through the lounge and crashed through the
glass window
, taking the heavy curtains with him
. Some of the locals
of the next village over to Fagaras
had found this story a little hard to believe,
and claimed that maybe it hadn’t happened in such a way, but still
even those people never ventured out after dark either.

 

*****

Back with the
choppers moments after they’d seen something moving fast beneath
them and after the trailing bird of steel had plummeted down to
take a closer look, finally the glistening dot had come into clear
view and it was a snowmobile. It had taken a little time as well
because the cockpit in their rapid descent was almost completely
masked with thick sleet and snow. They’d turned the wipers on to
full speed and as they’d smashed themselves backwards and forwards
across the glass struggling to clean it, they’d made that
repetitive and deeply annoying windscreen wiper drone.

 

Then after
wiping the screen
several times
on the inside to clear the condensation buildup from the
adrenaline fuelled pilots
heavy breathing,
the co pilot was the first to confirm the shape and said, “It’s
him.” Then he’d spun around on his seat to give a nod to the
soldiers in the back who’d reacted instantly by hooking themselves
to a safety line
,
and
then
with
guns drawn, they’d
thrown the side door back and hung out the side of the
chopper.

 

Sorchek was in a bold
position standing up on the
foot
pegs, with his arms
wide across the handlebars as he’d navigated the obstacles that
were rapidly appearing in front of him.
The mountainside was definitely
off-piste and he’d had to angle his body to the right just to keep
the balance, as he’d leapt high up over huge mounds of snow and
ice. He’d also held the throttle wide open and because of it, every
time he’d cleared a huge mound with the tracks wildly spinning in
mid air, the engine beneath him was screaming it's face
off.

 

Then as the
vampire had heard the choppers rotors above him and looked up
quickly but was nearly being flung off his mechanical beast, he’d
seen nothing. Only a second or two later when he’d chanced another
look after clearing a massive jump over a deep snow drift, he’d
seen them with their swinging cage full of his bikini chicks
preparing to fire.

 

In response
he’d immediately swerved viciously and held on for dear life as the
1100cc beast suddenly darted hard left, churning up a massive cloud
of snow and ice from beneath it.

 

The slope
he was roaring across was thousands of feet up and even
professional skiers would have deemed it impassable, only the
vampire knew the mountain and he’d other views on if it was
rideable. His view was if in doubt, just whack the throttle hard
open and find out. Still though in most cases and unlike humans; if
he was ever flung off at high speeds, he’d simply open his wings to
save himself from certain death.

 

Sorchek craned his neck back
and
then as he’d glanced up at the soldiers with his fangs out, he’d
screamed, “Fucking bastards, come and get me mother
fuckers.”

 

Then in response to the cheeky fucker beneath them,
the pilots flicked up the red safety button on
their
control
sticks and from outside
you could hear the unmistakable mechanical whirring sound as the
cannons came
back
on line
,
and as they did they’d
blasted thick
red
laser beams
forwards like lances in the hand of gallant
knights
.
Then as the chopper
had
banked and brought the tail around to sight up
the lasers on Sorchek, the two soldiers that had the side door open
and were fixed by their safety strap, suddenly pointed their MP5’s
down at the vampire and started firing. The
y’d changed their rounds for silver
bullets and weren’t preparing to bag and tag him, instead they were
planning on killing him for escaping from them. Then as they’d
fired and the shiny bullets had left their barrels entering into
the extreme wind, the accuracy of them was terrible.
Everywhere but the vampire beneath them
was
blasted
and this made the soldiers furious. They’d screamed to the pilot to
hold the chopper steady only he’d ignored them and brought the bird
around for his own attempt at hitting Sorchek, which and by doing
so had instantly masked their line of fire.

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