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Chapter 26; The Raid

September 22nd 1778
Abraham was awoken by his aunt, she was telling him to wake up, she had a gun hung over her shoulder.

"Please you have to believe me Abe, I have a bad feeling. And we need to hide. Lord doesn't believe me!" She whispered as Abraham quickly got up, listening to his aunt. He knew if she was saying she had a bad feeling, then it was probably correct. He pulled on his nightrobe, tying it shut. He awoke Sophie and brought her along.

Edmond crawled up first, then Sophie, those two helped pull Abraham up with the help of Marietta shoving him up too.

They were all sitting, huddled in the corner, far away from the attic hatch.

Marietta, his aunt, was holding a gun, waiting for whoever broke in to come up. "I hope your intuition is correct" Abraham mumbled, fixing his robe.  He looked at his hands, where the Syphillis rash was showing up, and it was causing the worst problems ever; he had a hard time remembering stuff, barely ate, and he had trouble talking and he had a stroke a month ago and he he was only 21.

Suddenly they heard the hatch open, and it was a vampire; pale, strong jawline, and full black eyes. It was Damien, the vampire lords's son his father was friends with. Damien sniffed the air, staring directly at them. Abraham shrieked in terror from seeing the vampire with full black eyes, covering his ears as his aunt pulled the trigger, but the vampire ducked.

Damien crawled up there, growling. "No! Stay away!!" Marietta yelled as Edmond was trying to quickly reload the gun, screaming in fear as Damien ripped the gun out of his hand.

Damien hit the ginger-haired male with the butt of the gun, snarling, looking at black haired-woman who pulled out a ritual dagger. The Syphillis-diseased, black haired male had ran off.

Abraham got out of the attic hearing Edmonds screams cut off too soon. Oh god she's dead...My aunts dead Abraham thought, crying and gasped as he got yanked off the ladder, he screamed, flailing out of Damiens grip, crawling away, panicking. "Wait! I'm infected!" Abraham screamed, backing himself against the wall.
Damien grabbed him by his shoulders and violently slammed him into the wall.

When he awoke, he was in a  separate cell. The bed was in the center of the room, and no windows. He got up and paced around, trying to find an exit.

Abraham was scared, he wondered where Bafumaria was and why his god abandoned them. Abraham curled against the corner, shivering.

He heard the vampires discussing what to do with him, and looking through the loot they had gathered. There were four; a male medic with blue eyes, Damien (a full-black eyed male vampire), a bat-like vampire (not Edward, the strange vampire, but another one), and the last one had long white hair.

He saw a male blue-eyed vampire look at his cell, thinking, then looked at another cell, then medic vampire opened his cell.

Abraham gasped, pressing himself into the corner as the vampire approached, examining him, and wrote it down, moving his hair, noticing it was once wavy, but now thinning and might be balding soon. It felt his pulse, nodded, then checked his forehead, and wrote it down. Then it took a vial of his blood, making another note that it was black. Then the medic left and looked through the ritual book.

"So Abraham is a High Priest who got infected with a virus called 'The Great Imitator Virus' which is Leprosy, Tuberculosis and Syphilis all in one. Which was given to him by an alien. Then he was turned into an immortal by Helen" The blue eyed vampire explained to the other vampires, lifting up the paperwork on his clipboard, then after they were done, they left the room, blowing out the candles.

Abraham tried to pray to Bafumaria again, but it didn't work. Why wasn't he answering?

Abraham stayed awake all night.