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Authors: Milo Spires

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Kaine tossed the idea as soon as it had been
born though. The consequences to Regina if somehow it all went
horribly wrong, was more than he could bear.

 

No, he would stick to the angel’s plan, the
one he felt so sure that had been placed it in his mind as he had
handed over Jenny’s lifeless corpse. He had no doubt that the usual
thoughts of diplomacy he was experiencing were nothing more than a
divine gift, and that the angel was trying to guide him them.

 

‘I know where your leader is. Yes, it is
true. I would not risk my wife’s life on a lie. Your warriors know
I am friends with the angels,’ Kaine retorted.

 

Vius looked at one of the warriors standing
beside him for verification. He nodded back at Vius in
agreement.

 

Kaine then took a few steps towards Vius, and
his warriors pulled out their swords and stormed towards him. Vius
held his hand up for them to stop and they did. Kaine held his
hands up with his palms facing forwards to prove he was no threat.
Then he told him everything he knew about Raffious from the angel
and also his vision, and that he was on a path for revenge.

 

It was clear when he was finished explaining,
that Vius didn’t believe him. Instead, he laughed harshly and said,
‘I don’t believe you. You say this time shifter guy did everything
to have his revenge for the death of that whore. Yes I remember
her, I remember sleeping with her and also I remember killing her
too, but I doubt this guy you speak of did everything you say. You
are lying!’

 

Vius then crossed his arms and had a deeply
hot tempered, choleric look across his face. ‘Rex alive…You must
think I am stupid,’ he shouted, as he looked at his own vampires
for support. They were grinning back at him, suggesting they
thought Kaine was lying too.

 

‘I saw him die!’ Vius screamed at him, as he
firmly tightened his grip around the handle of his massive sword.
The blade had been reflecting a glimmer of moonlight coming of the
sea but now a new light streaked across it, a light that as it then
reflected onto one of his warriors standing opposite him, the light
severely burnt him.

 

‘Sir the sun, sir.’ Another warrior screamed
as Vius spun around to look up into the sky. There above him,
through the thick dark clouds was the first glimpse of the early
morning sunrise.

 

The warrior who had just been blasted by the
reflection had a massive slice running across his face, and his
right eye was completely frazzled. He also had a huge gash running
from front to back across his skull, that was several inches
deep.

 

Vius swung his archaic razor sharp sword
around in one swift movement and decapitated the warrior as he was
screaming in agony. Then turning around to Kaine he laughed as he
said ‘It appears your Heavenly friends have just saved you and your
pathetic family.’

 

Messaging all of his warriors as one to flee,
he then leapt up into the sky and flew as fast as he could to find
shelter. As his warriors took to the air, just by the sheer amount
of them, it looked like a massive black cloud.

 

Then something attracted his eye and Kaine
couldn’t believe what he saw as he looked up.

 

The gap in the clouds that was pouring
through the murderous rays was suddenly blocked by another dark
cloud as it slid into place. Then the cloud changed to white and
there, looking back down at him and smiling was Jenny. She had
wings now and was an angel in Heaven.

 

Then suddenly a woman’s voice echoed out all
around him. At first it started of really faint and then grew
louder and louder.

 

‘John! John, wake up! You are going to be
late.’

Chapter 42 - The Priest

‘John? John, are you awake, darling? You are
going to be late if you don't get up,’ he heard a woman’s voice
saying softly.

 

‘Er…yes. Um, hang on. Where am I?’ he asked,
in a slightly startled, but muffled, voice. His face was planted
firmly in his pillow and his eyes were locked shut, demanding to be
left alone.

 

The woman prodded him again.

 

‘Um yes, okay.’ A couple more brain cells
snapped on. ‘Wow I…yum…so um so tired,’ he mumbled. He began to
open his eyes slightly.

 

Speaking more clearly as his brain started to
wake up, he said, ‘I just had a really weird dream. What time is it
please, baby?’

 

‘It’s 7.30am. You had better hurry, because
you have your Saturday Sermon in little over an hour,’ his
girlfriend, Sister Ursula, said to him.

 

‘Right…what, it’s Saturday?’ John panicked.
He thrust himself upright in his bed as he fully connected with the
reality of who and where he actually was. He quickly remembered
that today he was going to be giving a sermon at his local
Cathedral. The choir was going to be there, along with a new guest
speaker.

 

Jane, the lady who organized the hymns on
Saturdays, was also going to be there with them. She had kindly,
and at very short notice, somehow managed to arrange a replacement
guest speaker for the Cathedral, for which he had been extremely
grateful. He couldn’t afford to be late this morning; too many
people were counting on him.

 

John just couldn’t believe that he had
overslept, and on such an important day. He’d snored straight
through his 7:00am alarm. He glanced across quickly at the bedside
digital clock to double-check the time, hoping somehow that his
girlfriend had been wrong about the time. Unfortunately, she hadn’t
been—it was 7.34 am.

 

‘I had the strangest dream last night, and
was tossing and turning nonstop. It was about vampires and
werewolves, would you believe? It was so clear though, so very
clear.’ He paused to think before saying, ‘I can still vividly
remember it in every detail. I do hope it was not a message from
the Father,’ he said, feeling guilty. He looked over at
Ursula’.

 

She didn’t know what to say for a second,
extremely shocked that a man of his position should have had such a
dream. Instinctively, she placed a protective hand on her belly,
where their baby nestled safe from such harmful things.

 

‘Oh!’ she said, for a second utterly lost for
words. Then, ‘Will you be okay? You look very tired, darling.’

 

‘Thank you, I will be. I just need to get
myself up and take a quick shower I think, then I will be fine.
Could you prepare my robes please?’ he asked, trying to rub the
sleep out of his eyes.

 

‘Of course,’ Ursula replied. Turning she
walked across to their walk-in Venetian wardrobe as John quickly
pulled the sheets back and stood up.

 

‘How is my baby this morning, by the way?’ he
asked, walking over to give her a kiss.

 

‘She is fine,’ Ursula said. She took his hand
and placed it on her hugely pregnant belly for him to feel.

 

‘So you have decided it’s a girl then, I
hear?’ he said to her. He smiled as he kissed her on the
forehead.

 


Yes darling, and if it is
a girl I want to name her Jenny,’ she replied.

 

John froze at her words; it was the very same
name from his dream, and for a second he wondered if it wasn't just
a strange coincidence.

 

It had to be,
he thought.

 

‘What’s wrong? You look like you have seen a
ghost,’ she said, smiling at him.

 

‘Er, nothing, I just remembered something
that I had to do this morning, that’s all,’ he replied. He pulled
his hand back, then turned to walk into their en-suite bathroom. He
knew he could hardly tell her that the dream was about vampires
chasing after a woman called Jenny who was born to a priest and a
nun, could he? He felt sure that such a story would only freak her
out, and she didn’t need that right now. Or ever.

 

Arriving at the Cathedral, which was only a
short drive from his home, he was horrified to see that Jane and
the choir had in fact already got there and were standing in the
car park waiting.

 

He wound down the window on his new Datsun
Cherry car before he had even properly parked it.

 


Good morning,’ he called
to Jane. ‘I am so sorry, I do hope so very much that I haven’t kept
you waiting for long.’

 


No, not at all. We have
only just arrived ourselves,’ she replied, smiling at
him.

 

After he parked the car and had gotten out of
it, he noticed a stranger standing next to Jane. He was a short
man, dressed in white robes. He had a long, flowing white beard
which ended just above his knees. Still not truly awake, John did
not recognize him, and hoped it wasn’t someone he was supposed to
know—he was drawing a blank. He concluded that it must be the guest
speaker.

 

He walked over to them. ‘How are you this
morning, Jane?’ he asked.

 

‘I am fine. However, I don't believe you have
met our guest speaker yet, have you?’ She turned to look at the man
standing beside her.

 

‘Let me introduce you both. This is our
priest…’ she began.

 

John intervened by saying, ‘Please, please,
let’s leave formalities for the moment.’ He put his hand out to the
stranger. ‘My name is John, and you are…?’

 

‘Good morning! Yes, good morning. It is a
pleasure to meet you. My name is Raffious.’

 

With the mention of that name, Raffious, the
whole hideous nightmare from the night before flooded back into his
brain, and what ensued was the most unbelievable amount of shock
and horror.

 

Had it all somehow been true. He thought, as
a shiver past through his veins!

 

THE END

 

Please note this book is BOOK ONE of the
series Vampires Uprise, BOOK TWO is called ENTERING HELL.

 

Kaine finds out where the vampire is who was
responsible for killing his parents, and seeks retribution for his
vicious crime by going to kill him in Romania. The priest ‘John’ is
deeply concerned by his vision, and with seemingly nowhere to turn,
plus fearing the punishment from his peers for dating a nun, tries
to solve his problems himself as he hunts for Kaine and Regina.

 

But will they be able to help him?

 

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Now for those who have read down this far, I
have a gift for you.

 

The first four chapters, of ENTERING
HELL.

Entering Hell

Chapter One – The
Soldiers.

(Paris, FRANCE 1981)

 

Four foreign soldiers over Six feet tall and
wearing full black tactical gear, ski masks and armed with both
tranquiliser guns full of MX1 Vampire Anaesthetic, and Heckler and
Koch MP5 submachine guns, are moving their van to get a better view
outside the entrance of the Palace de Versailles in Paris. The van
is a black SWB Transit and the front side windows are tinted for
privacy too. In the back with them they have a computer system,
which is connected to a covert hidden camera positioned just above
the number plate.

 

They were working on a tip off from a vampire
their boss’s scientists had killed. Just before he had died, he
told them that if they wanted to kidnap vampires, the palace would
be a perfect place to do so. Their boss gave the soldiers their
orders and told them to go to the meeting and catch 4 of the
strongest vampires they could find.

 

The soldiers however realised from chatting
with the scientists, that their boss must have already known about
the meeting, and for some strange reason didn’t want to tell them.
The reason they thought this was because it was morning when they
had received their orders from him, and by that time the vampire
was still alive in his cell. Anyway they knew their boss lied to
them a lot, but they didn’t care because this mission they were
going on was going to be exceptionally well paid. All they had to
do was get four strong vampires and he had promised each of them a
hundred grand.

 

The vampire who had squealed about the
meeting did so because he thought security would be high at the
Palace and there was every chance when the soldiers were there,
they might end up fucking something up and getting themselves
caught.

 

He was also going to tell Satan when he saw
him that the meeting was full of vampires who refused to drink
human blood. If he believed him, the prince of darkness would
either send his portal demons to the palace, or even worse for the
soldiers, he would go there himself.

 

Anyway just as the scientists were about to
start dissecting him alive and fully awake, he had screamed
out,

 

‘Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, please, if you
don’t kill me I will tell you about an important meeting being held
in Paris, please don’t kill me.’

 

The doctors of death had stopped the
experiment and scribbled down notes as he told them. They had been
real keen and told him to tell them everything he knew. They also
asked him who was likely to be there.

 

When he had finished telling them they said
cheers and then to show their appreciation, they were real slow and
methodical as they cut him in half with an old rusty saw.

 

 

Chapter Two – In the
van.

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