so this is death

chapter 3 the intrusion

Chapter 3 – intrusion

“Vlad-Vladimir- are you here my son? I have got a dog and a few recruits?” he spoke quickly and full of excitement.

“Who is that?” hope asking in worry.

“Just the high priest he is going to make it so you can walk in the day with me” I speak softly.

Pulling our self’s out of the white bathtub we let the take out the plug we dry each other off in a playful loving manor with a black towel with white hearts printed upon it.

“Vladimir let me in” another more vigorous pounding broke the romance.

“I’m you arrogant twat!” I yelled in fury

Hope and I take our time to dress each other paying attention to every aspect of each of our bodies.

I take her left hand and hold it in my right hand and we ponder down the staircase instead of floating down the middle of the twisted oak staircase.

I open the door to see the priest and four young women and 3 young men and one man in a cage. “Send the women and men home I need you to make hope like us bring the man in the cage in. he has a unique smell not a smell that I want to sink my teeth into though” I demanded for the priest to do these things.

He beckoned the women and men away, but as for the man in the cage who looked oddly mysterious and frightened so filled with hate and terror the priest yanked on the silver chain which was attached to the bronze looking cage and dragged him through the door way with out any difficulty.

“Father, why is this man in a cage?!” I demanded to know the truth as it was clear in my voice at how pissed off I was with the way the priest was acting.

“Because this man is a dog Vladimir!” his response is quick and insulting.

“I don’t care if this man was a chicken a goat or a pig he does not deserve to be treated like a wild beast now release him… now!” my tone is strong and powerful .so powerful it shook the chandelier.

Rusher could see I was angry and unleashed the mysterious man I offered him a drink and foods as I took the priest into the next room and told him to make it so that hope was just like me in the sense she could go in sunlight and not be hurt by religion. He nodded and took hope into the 5th room on the second floor.

“So what’s your name and why does rusher call you a dog?” I question the strange man.

“my name… Leonardo … he calls me dog because I am a dog... A dog at night” he explained with a bit of edge in his voice.

“Well Leonardo I don’t mind my dogs I have always wanted a trust companion” I joked with him whilst nudging him in the arm, He chuckle and said “I usually wouldn’t like your kind but you are the nicest of them all” I bowed my head in thanks.

“if that old coon messes up one more time he will be executed even though I love him to pieces he has changed way too much” I admit to my new companion. He comforted me with a brotherly hug around the shoulder from my left side.

An unexpected scream came from the second floor me and Leonardo both sprung up into alert.

“VLAD! VLAD! –HELP ME THE PRIEST IS TRYING TO …”it is hope her screaming for help filled me with anger and hate I flash over to the stair case and rip off a part of the oak banister I snap the three foot piece of wood into free roughly equal sizes I take the most jagged piece and put it in the hidden pocket of my black robe. Within half of a second I am in the room that hope is in.. I pin rusher up against the wall I reach in to my outside left pocket where I keep a parchment of holy water in a silver flask with a crucifix engraved on it.

“Did he make it so you have immunity to religious items?”  I demand to know as I need to know before I kill the old bastard.

“Um I don’t know I think so he said a bunch of things and then he rubbed my back and unhooked my bra...” the sobbing in the voice fills me with more anger and hate than before , I throw her the flask.

Pour a drop or two of the contents in your hand and tell me how it feels” I plea to her to tell the truth

She poured it all on her with no reaction he did do one thing right at least.

“Hope did he do anything over than unhook your bra?” I asked questioning my self weather or not to kill the chubby coon.

She breaks down in tears and cries “he said he was going to execute you and take me for his own he tried to rape me Vladimir” my left arm clenched against rushers neck and my right hand pleading for the stake in my left hidden pocket I ask “rusher is what she says true” he just laughed and nodded he went to spit at me but before he could even bring up mucus from his cold wrinkly dry neck. I lost control of my right arm and took out the stake from my left pocket and drove it straight through his undead heart I throw my self of the dying monstrosity and into hopes hands. I caress her in comfort and look back at the body.

The death of a vampire by the way is not pretty. First you see the human colour go back into their eyes and the tears of blood streaming from their ears, eyes, mouth and nose. After this it looks like their face is boiling from the inside out with the amount of smoke that seeps through all the nooks and crannies. Once the smoke slowly starts to calm off cracks appear in the face as they do on an egg when you crack it against the side then the remains of the body implode spreading all of the insides of the vampire around the area in which it dies and who ever is within the area ends up wearing a suit of vampire skin.