Outside Hell (31 page)

Laouse tapped lovingly the outer panel of his
new chopper then walked around the side and slung the rear
compartment door open. As the door opened back, suddenly a massive
stag’s head with huge antlers and frozen eyes slumped out
lifelessly against the side of the chopper.

Dracus glanced back at him and then as he’d
looked at Laouse who’s Paleolithic fangs were fully out reflecting
the moonlight from above, the bowman eye contacted Claudius
suggesting for him to go feed too.

Claudius turned around and his facial
expressions behind his thick black beard had suggested as he’d seen
the stags neck suddenly ripped open and Laouse feeding off it, like
he’d never eaten before and a servant was placing a wild roasted
boar on a banquet table before him.

Laouse had buried his razor sharp fangs deep
into its throat and although it was dead, it hadn’t been that way
long and the blood was still somewhat warm. They’d seen it on the
journey and Laouse who’d felt his wild need to kill suddenly trying
to consume him, had made a quick stop.

Dracus had opened the back door in mid air
and was going to kill the beast himself but the Austrian vampire
had swerved viciously so that the arrow had missed, and then landed
hard and whilst the rotors were on full power, and chased the
animal down himself.

The kill had to be his for the thick crimson
liquid to feel right as it quenched his predatory thirst.

Laouse was like Kaine and Regina and refused
to kill humans to get his daily fix of the precious liquid.

He’d known the risks suggesting that if Satan
had ever found out or that a portal demon had ever discovered him
as a non-human feeder, it would mean eternal life being revoked and
a fiery cell in HELL for all eternity, but he’d been prepared to
risk it. He’d felt that humans were wrong to feed off and ever
since his turning in 1610, which was similar to Kaine’s, he’d been
against the idea one hundred per cent.

Claudius feeling the feeding urge suddenly
consuming him, then lowered his massive clenched hands and walked
across to Laouse to join in the feast. Laouse as he’d approached,
was still bent over the animal sucking precious pints of its
lifeforce up into him and making deep gurgling sounds as it filled
his throat.

Then with his thirst quenched he’d stood up
with his hands covered in blood and his chin dripping in the sticky
liquid. The Austrian vampire instantly retracted his fangs and then
held out his right hand with his palm up suggesting that it was the
monsters turn.

Claudius used to a different way of feeding
simply ripped the head off and then gruesomely sucked back the
blood from its brain.

Meanwhile Laouse reached into the compartment
behind its legs and then pulled out and oily rag to clean himself
on.

Laouse’s energy levels only moments before
had been so low that they were like a flat tyre on a car, but then
as the blood had trickled down his throat, the energy levels
exploded within him like a battery suddenly registering full
charge. In response and that he’d later regret, the Austrian
vampire now wearing all black clothes, suddenly clenched his fists
and let out a wild roar.

The sound as it blasted out through the icy
cold air into the dense pine trees and then echoed out all around
them, sent ground animals running back into their burrows and birds
scattering all directions up into the air.

Dracus realising that the area was now
compromised, cursed as he’d swung his bow back and forth searching
the shadows for movement. A moment passed and he’d told them they
had to move.

Far away the family of Eagles that were
nesting high above the soldiers beneath them, suddenly looked up as
they’d heard the demonic noise and tucked in tighter to shelter
their young. The snipers on the rocky ridges also heard the macabre
sound and then taking their walkie-talkies, quickly radioed their
leader to let him know what they’d heard.

Laouse who’d spent many years inside a lab
and hadn’t ever had to fight massive beasts to stay alive, and had
blood delivered to him as he’d cursed over his inventions, suddenly
realized his strategic error and instantly apologized to the
bowman.

Claudius with deep hunting skills of his own
threw the stag’s head into the snow filled bushes, as he walked
across to the bowman. He was furious because now thanks to Laouse
they’d almost certainly lost their element of surprise.

The three of them then waded in through the
snow and entered into the bleak looking forest.

All the while the early morning threatened
that the sun would soon be rising, and then with it, the two
vampires would be in serious trouble if its murderous rays suddenly
bore down on them.

Laouse was aware of this just as much as the
Bavarian though, and through his scientific studies he’d brought
something along with him that would save them from screaming, and
then bursting into flames, before death in the most heinous ways
consumed them.

He’d brought with him a few pills that he’d
engineered in his lab, and once taken they’d allow them to walk in
the sun for a few hours without risk of death.

Then after he’d taken out two of them from
the shiny silver tube for himself, he’d past them across to
Claudius so that he could have some too.

The Bavarian monster dwarfing the six feet
tall Austrian vampire by a two clear feet in height; then looked
down at the tube and suggested by waving his hand through the air
at him, that he didn’t want any of the medicine. Laouse laughed as
he’d suddenly realized that the beast of a vampire walking next to
him must have already forgotten about the conversation they’d had
regarding the pills in the chopper. Claudius must have been
thinking that he was offering medicinal pills to him for ill health
or something.

Laouse reminded him what they were and how by
taking two of them they’d protect him from the first band of
murderous rays shafting down through the canopy of trees, and allow
him to walk freely in it. The Bavarian in full furs thought about
it for a second and then suddenly snatched two of them and
swallowed them down whole.

Laouse explained to him that they were the
product of an invention he’d overseen in his former lab, and that
it was not publicly known to vampires that they’d existed at
all.

In response and as a smile then threatened to
crack across his lips, the beast of a male vampire resisted and
then carried on walking stern faced through the bleak and forlorn
woods.

The Bavarian monster had another way to stay
alive though and hadn’t forgotten about the sun at all. He was
fifteen hundred years old and throughout that time, his people had
formed another way to avoid death as the UV rays blasted down at
them. They all wore huge fur coats from mountain bears that were so
dense that sharp claws even in the most vicious of battles couldn’t
penetrate through it. The beasts lived in mountain terrain and as
they’d charged across rocks and fought packs of wolves and other
bears for territory, mother-nature had known this and given them
something as strong as armour to protect their vulnerable flesh
underneath.

If the sun came up then Claudius’ village
pulled their bear coats in tight around themselves and then slipped
over their hoods to keep themselves alive. Still even though
Claudius liked the idea of the tablets and what they could offer,
he was still very dubious about them too.

Walking on he pulled his thick furs about
himself and then slipped over his hood.

Laouse looked at him and then laughed at the
beast who shook the ground beneath them, with every massive
footstep he’d took.

Claudius looked forwards at the bowman who
was ahead of them by ten paces, and then as he’d bent down to
Laouses ear, he’d whispered in a deep gruff voice to his Austrian
friend.

“Doesn’t our little friend Dracus need some
of these tablets too.”

Laouse told Claudius that Dracus wasn’t a
vampire, and then in response the mountain of muscle that had
witnessed the bowman talking to the white horse from the chopper
earlier, suddenly looked deeply confused.

Walking forwards keen to save their friends
and family from the unknown military base ahead, they’d joined
Dracus’ side and then all three of them moved fast through the
dense trees ahead.

Dracus was alert, and every sound that was
coming back at him through the cold morning air, was analysed to
see if it was a threat or not. His eyes were stronger than that of
vampires, and by the images silhouette, they showed its heat
glowing back at him in a somewhat deep shade of red.

The bowman’s ears were so highly tuned that
he could hear the slightest noise for hundreds of meters all around
him. The simple displacement of an inch of snow as it’d slumped in
the distance and then melted falling down onto another inch of
snow; to him it sounded as loud as a twig breaking under foot.

When Regina had turned the last bend of the
passageway in hell, and with it saw the hole in the wall leading
out into the desolate, extremely harsh wastelands beyond, with dust
blowing past at torrential speeds, she’d felt the deepest levels of
relief wash over her.

She’d made it, and wherever it was going to
take her she’d go, just so long as it meant that she wasn’t trapped
in hell.

So floating across to it and as she’d come
within inches of stepping or floating through the hole to freedom,
to enhance the beauty of it, she could even feel the wind gently
blowing across her face.

Then as she’d looked again at the view, to
her it was like someone crossing the Sahara desert without water
and then seeing an Oasis just sitting there with lush fruits and an
abundance of water. The view to her was amazing and with it she
knew that soon she’d be free.

Only as she’d floated through the hole with
the hideous sounds of demons back up the passageway screaming,
she’d heard a new sound. The sound that she’d heard was coming down
at her from somewhere above hell, and if she’d compared it to the
demons she’d have said it was far worse.

She could hear deep roars and unearthly loud
screeching all mixed as one.

Then as she’d craned her fiery head back to
look, what she’d seen had distilled an evil worse level of fear
within.

Above her only a hundred feet away and
heading fast towards her were massive winged demons that she’d
realized immediately that she’d absolutely no chance of trying to
run across the wastelands to escape. The only hope she’d have would
be to turn around and rush back into hell.

Then as she’d glanced back at the doorway
dreading that she’d have to go back in there again, suddenly the
doorway was consumed in blackness.

Thousands upon thousands of demons had
blasted out from it, and then took to the skies above her like
crows before they’d dived into her, and with her flames flapping
wildly in the oppressive wind, they’d grabbed her and then dragged
her back in to hell again.

Her vision moments before had hope and she’d
really believed that with it there was a chance that she could
escape, and maybe see Kaine again, only now all of her hope was
gone, and she was being dragged down the passageway again.

A moment past and then as flaming tears
started gushing down her cheeks and the image of Kaine smiling grew
distant, she’d suddenly felt her arms pulled to their sides.

Only when she’d looked, she’d suddenly
realized that now she had chains on her ankles, and the flaming
parts of her wrists too.

Then as she’d noticed her surroundings, she’d
realized that she was inside a tiny room and all around her the
walls were flaming like a gas cooker on its lowest setting. Only as
she’d heard the door behind slam shut and seen the flap close to
block her looking through, suddenly the flames roared up and
engulfed the entire room.

She was in absolute agony and the screaming
coming from her was so loud that she swore the other cells would be
dwarfed by it.

Then after hours of just seeing flames before
her, and her suffering the wildest most tormentous pain destined to
last an eternity, suddenly the flames vanished and Satan walked
into the room.

His towering figure with his two massive
horns and the much tamer tail that wasn’t trying to kill him
anymore, stood before her.

He’d the most hideous grin, and this
devilishly evil gleam in his eyes too.

Satan looked down at her with his bulging
muscles and pitchfork in his hand, and said,

“You little fucking whore, how dare you think
you could escape me and hell, you’ll never escape now and soon I
will have your husband down here too. You’ll remain in this cell
for eternity and never leave. Did you think you could outsmart me,
bitch.”

Then he’d knelt down and whilst supporting
himself with his pitchfork, he’d leant right in to her flaming face
and touched his grotesquely lumpy lips on hers.

Instantly she’d tried to pull her face away
from him, bending her neck to the left and right but she’d couldn’t
get him off her. Those hideous cracked and lumpy vile lips were
pushing so hard into her that a second later, she’d felt like she
was going to vomit.