Zombies Unleashed (The Vampire from Hell Part 6)

by Thomas, Ally

  “CUNT, listen to me. You are not listening!”

  “Time to teach her a lesson, Nate?” T giggled.

  The wire door swung open as T and the other friend lunged for me. I didn’t resist. I didn’t fight any of them anymore. What was the point? As long as I did what he wanted me to do, what they all wanted me to do, I would be okay. And Nathan would not throw me into the wooden box he called the hole.

  “Hold her still.”

  I assumed the position as they forced me, face first, over the back of the couch. One guy on each side of me latched onto my wrists as Nathan shoved my legs apart.

  “You be a good little girl and we’ll take you shopping after this. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Nathan hissed in my ear as the zinging sound of his zipper unleashed his dick. He rubbed the tip of it over the cheeks of my ass. It made my skin crawl.

  “Now feel this. You’re going to like it. You always do, don’t you?”

  I thought about kicking Nathan in the groin this time. I thought about snapping my head forward and diving head first onto the floor, feeling my human arms break like twigs. I thought about a lot of things as I remained perfectly still letting Nathan pound against me, my hips were held high by his clammy fingers, my wrists were pinned down into the fabric of the furniture by his friends, and my brain screamed out at me that this must come to an end.

  As Nathan finished off and handed me over to one of his friends, that’s when the idea found its way into my head. Maybe I was alone now. Maybe this was my punishment for every evil thing I had done. Maybe my father and sister were dead, but that didn’t mean I could not reach out to them and find out. I knew now of Rayea’s telepathic abilities. Nathan had been going on and on about it after he read that part in her story. He wanted me to show him how to do it. He knew I could. After he broke my nose and bloodied up my face, he realized maybe I didn’t have the gift. Then he wondered if everything in her story was bullshit.

  Unfortunately, Nathan also realized I was a fake. I didn’t possess the powers my sister did. I wasn’t a vampire. I wasn’t a celestial being. I wasn’t a blood god like Rayea. I could not read minds or engulf people in flames. I could not shapeshift into an animal or anything for that matter. I looked evil and that was about it. My father’s poisonous blood had altered my physical appearance. Nothing more. I looked like a bad ass, so I acted like one. I looked sinister, so I acted like a cunt. A word I now regretted ever calling another. A word I now loathed to hear in any context.

  When the searing pain of the third creep’s dick plunged into my ass, I sunk my human fingernails into the palms of my human hands. I felt the warm rush of pain from the wounds and I decided enough was enough. While this went on each time, I never showed any emotions. I retreated inwardly. I refused to whimper or moan.

  Again, I sought out my mental place of freedom. I visualized some of the good family times we had had with Father, when Rayea and I were very young and he had not started his loving tactics with us. I gathered my determination and let my anguish rise up. I willed my silent prayer to be heard by anyone who may be listening. I willed it to float out the open window near the Union Square side of Nathan’s high-rise studio apartment. I imagined it turning into a white dove and flying off into the night sky or maybe landing on a park bench or street lamp near some person strolling through the square. If either Rayea or our father were still alive, surely they would come for me. If ‘forgiveness’ was a word in my sister’s vocabulary, surely she’d help me escape.

  As Nathan led me to the shower for another round of fun with him and his friends, I began thinking of an apology to my sister. I formed the word ‘sorry’ on my pale lips. What would I say to her if she walked through that door? What would she think of my returning to human form? What would she do if I told her how horrible I felt about everything I had put her through? What would she say if I asked to be forgiven?

  I whispered my prayer again because finally I had nothing else to lose. As T and the other guy pushed my face into the ceramic tile floor, holding me upside down so Nathan could straddle me like a wish bone, I submitted to an unknown fate. My pride and dignity had been broken long ago. I needed a miracle. If Rayea somehow heard my plea, then so be it. If I had to walk away from all the evil I had known with Lucifer and instead embrace goodness, then so be it. Anything was better than this demented suffering my life had become.

  When they dropped me and I fell to the ground, I felt my lip split open and saw a smear of my blood on the white ceramic floor. Then I thought of something I had never thought of before. Hope.

  “Nathan, my love,” I said as I pulled myself up off the floor. “You really do need to meet my sister.” Free drops of blood rolled down the inside of my thighs after I stood. It would take weeks for the fresh wounds to heal.

  “Oh really?” he asked, grabbing me by the arm and starting to shake me.

  I knew what I’d get for opening my mouth, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see the look on his face when he realized what could happen to him and his friends.

  “You need to meet my whole family,” I added.

  T and the other guy started laughing and an angry frown crossed Nathan’s face as he glared at me. “All that shit in that book isn’t real. It’s made up. Bullshit. I don’t need to meet your family to know that, you fucking cunt. They are average Joe’s, just like you and me.” He slapped me across the face. A squirt of my blood flew out from my mouth and hit the bathroom mirror.

  T punched me in the stomach. “According to the book, they are all dead anyways. What is she talking about, Nate?”

  I doubled over in pain, trying to catch my breath. Finally when they stopped laughing and carrying on, I added one more sentence to the stupid notion they thought I had. “That’s the irony of all this. What Rayea talks about in her book? That’s all true. She’s a vampire. Our father is Satan and you, Nathan, have kidnapped another daughter of Satan. Don’t you think he’ll come for me?”

  “They’re dead!” The three of them screamed back at me.

  Trying to mask the fear and concern that now covered Nathan’s face, he said, “Shut up, you cunt. No shopping for you. Put her in the hole, T.”

  T grabbed me and shoved me out of the bathroom down the hall to the room where I’d be locked up in the long coffin shape wooden box I despised. “You must think we’re real idiots. Vampires aren’t real. Demons don’t exist. You thought we believed all of that? Come on!”

  I kept my head down as T pulled at me. I didn’t want him to see the glowing smile I had on my face. The pain between my legs from the gangbang retreated some as I enjoyed my momentary victory. Nathan and his friends had no idea what they had done and I was pleased with myself that I had finally said something.

  Chapter 5

  Work before Family (Satan)

  ***

  “There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure.” ~ Colin Powell

  ***

  For some reason it took the guys forever to answer the door. Like any upstanding businessman trying to keep his customers happy, I waited patiently in front of Nathan’s apartment with my merchandise. Someone would let me in eventually.

  When the door flew open, the one they called T almost yanked my arm out of its socket as he dragged me across the threshold. I never invited myself in. I found it rude to do so and bad for business. Looking ever so much the human, I prided myself on keeping my manners in check. My bright white t-shirt hiding under a navy blue blazer with sparkling silver buttons, neatly pressed and deathly straight dark blue jeans, and a pair of polished black cowboy boots gave me the appearance of a genuine good ole boy. I was straight as an arrow and happy to serve any of my customers a bottle of my wine. For a price, of course.

  “Luc, Luc, hello. Come on in. We were busy. Sorry about that. Just cleaning up some stuff. Put the case right down there if you like. What do I owe you?”

  “The usual is fine.” After placing the case of win
e on the scratched up dining table, I ran my hand through my wavy brown hair, hoping the recent gusts of winds around Market Street had not disrupted my pristine hairdo.

  T, who was Nathan’s number one goon, appeared unusually nervous. His hands shook as he handed me the cash. I pretended not to notice the blood smears on the hardwood floor or the smell of the sex still clinging in the air. They had been fucking on my daughter again. Obviously, I did not approve. Stephanie was my baby, my sticky sweet sensation, my one and only. But before I went off on my devoted customers, I had to remind myself why I was here after all. For now, I left it alone. The greater plan, as the one they call J would say, must prevail.

  As I had been doing for about eight months, I ignored the fact that some street punks had my youngest daughter. I had found her again and she was relatively safe. When the time was right, I’d save her. Selling my product was my number one priority these days. Work before family, as they say. I knew where my daughters were and that was all that mattered. I had work to do before bringing them back into the fold. One step at a time. We’d be back together and a family again very soon. For now, work had to come first.

  Besides business was booming. Oh yes, business was better than ever. Thanks to my main distributor, Nathan, I had customers in every neighborhood in San Francisco. Starting small was a good idea. It gave my Devilish Beasts wine the street credibility it needed. Many wine distributors from Napa Valley had snubbed their noses at my wine when I had first approached them. Obviously, I wanted to find as many distributors as soon as I could so I could expand my market to the rest of the United States, Europe, and so on. Unfortunately, it wasn’t working out like that. The name alone turned some people off. They thought it was a joke. For now, I had to settle on peddling my cases of Devilish Beasts door to door and stocking bottles with a few trendy restaurants the younger crowd frequented. Being a drug dealer as well, Nathan has some lovely connections with the common folk.

  “Luc, you wanna glass?”

  I nodded as T broke open the first bottle of wine. I had become fond of my rag team group of misfits. Certainly they didn’t know who I was, but I offered my advice when the opportunity presented itself. Nathan, the leader, appeared to have the makings of a suitable servant if he followed his path into darkness. I was only too happy to help by supplying him with as much wine as he could drink. The savage rage swirling in the red contents of each bottle would eventually turn each one of them into raving maniacs, zombies I had heard the condition called before. It was all part of my plan, and I was ready to get the ball rolling.

  My only concern? The level of potency was not quite there yet. My bottled savage rage didn’t change someone into a zombie the minute the liquid hit their lips. I had heard of a few stories where it had worked right off, but I had not seen the effects I had been hoping for. However, I was not worried. I planned to keep working at it. Enhance the recipe. Improve the production lines. Increase the demand by hand feeding the liquor to punks like this Nathan and his friends. Then I would sit back and see what happens.

  As I made myself comfortable on a worn-out faded navy blue beanbag, trying to balance my plastic cup I had been served the wine in, I observed my host and his friends. Nathan and five of his friends played video games on the big screen TV. The group was all dressed in black sleeveless T-shirts, green camouflage pants, and black army boots. It seemed to be their unofficial uniform because they rarely wore anything else.

  Nathan glanced over at me and waved. “Luc, my dude.”

  I held my cup to him in salute. “Nathan, always a pleasure. Who is winning?”

  His cloudy blood-shot eyes squinted at me a few times in confusion as his pale gaunt face twisted up in disapproval. Someone handed him a joint. After he took a hit from it and blew out the smoke, he replied, “Fuck man. Me of course.”

  I laughed and nodded again at him. The little punk who thought he ruled the world. I admired his confidence. He had no idea the plans I had for him. No idea at all. I allowed him to have his moment in the sun, saving my daughter as he did. He enjoyed his treasure and thought he would be able to sell her for a high price on the internet once he found a buyer. Unfortunately his posts about ‘For Sale - Sexy, Submissive Slave Girl’ on a popular human trafficking website had gone unanswered. The owner of that website was a customer of mine as well.

  Deciding I needed to get the party started or at least on its way, I excused myself to the kitchen area which was a small nook on the right side of the large open space living room. I opened up another bottle of wine. After pouring a splash of the liquid into one plastic cup, I found a small kitchen knife, sliced open my index finger and let several drops of my blood fall into it. Swirling the contents around, I stared into the cup. A large shot of blood wine for my adorable human friends. Let’s see what this does.

  I had learned that part of these nightly rituals involved getting high, so no one objected when I forced the cup of my blood wine into their toking rotation. Obediently each one of them took a drag on the joint and passed it to the next. They did the same with the cup of wine as well, drinking down a gulp of the liquid and handing it to the next person. Now the night would get interesting.

  “Who is hungry?”

  The guys whirled their heads around at me, instantly leaving the attention of the video game.

  “I’m buying,” I added, knowing that would secure their cooperation.

  ““Fuck yeah,” they yelped in unison.

  I heard their game controllers dropped to the floor as I headed for the door. Patiently, I waited in silence while they gathered their things. Brainless humans on the verge of becoming savage zombies. The irony made my chest sizzle with delight inside.

  Grabbing his keys and mangy leather coat, Nathan rushed by me and slapped me on the back of the shoulder. “You rock, Luc.”

  T chimed in behind us. “Bitching, dude. Bitching.”

  Remembering one critical task I had to do, I motioned to the group. “I’ll meet you at there. I need to make this call.”

  Haling down a taxi, Nathan shouted back at me. “The Red Skull?”

  I nodded. “Where else?” I asked, popping open my phone and dialing my oldest daughter’s number.

  Chapter 6

  Blick’s Call (Rayea)

  ***

  “Family is supposed to be our safe haven. Very often, it's the place where we find the deepest heartache.” ~ Iyanla Vanzant

  ***

  Our shopping trip lasted about two hours. We had our zombie gear in hand and decided to pop in a late hour coffee shop and change. It was Lynn’s suggestion, but I didn’t object. I had been a royal cunt earlier that evening, so I decided to find my happy feet, as Grace reminded me, and get with the program.

  Before ordering anything, Grace introduced us to Sasha, the server who she had befriended because she frequented this particular store so often. A few other workers waved hello and asked Grace if she wanted the usual.

  “What do you usually get?” I whispered to Grace, standing not too far from her as I attempted to understand the menu, hanging on the wall above the counter. Every coffee drink description seemed to have a ‘café’ or ‘mocha’ at the beginning.

  Lynn piped in. “Grace will order about a half a dozen of espressos, if my memory serves right. Am I wrong on that, Grace?” she asked.

  “Nope,” Grace replied. “I am going through an espresso phase right now. What can I say?”

  I stuck my hand in my mouth. “Gross.” The only liquid I could stomach was green tea, not coffee. But I did confess I liked the smell of it. I found that an odd notion I had yet to explore. More pressing matters were at hand.

  “Three espressos for each of us, Sasha. Please. We’ll be in the bathroom.”

  Before I could object to the coffee order Grace had announced we would have, Lynn giggled and pushed past me, headed to the back of the coffee shop.

  “We’ll be right back,” Lynn added. She held up her right hand to Sasha, gesturing politely as she
shuffled our shopping bags in her left hand. Whirling around faster than I expected to see a human do, Lynn sang out to me. “Dress up time, ladies!”

  Grace pulled me by the elbow, holding down a chuckle as best she could. I started laughing because it was ridiculous. I could not help myself. Being back with my friends was Heaven, and knowing Blick was returning soon only helped lighten my mood. “No makeup, though. Okay?”

  “Agreed,” they both chimed in.

  Grace added, “You’ve got to try at least one shot of espresso. Okay? Don’t make me beg.”

  I rolled my eyes at Grace as we maneuvered slowly through the crowded sitting area.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at a nearby table. A large group of people huddled around a few computers as they sipped from glasses. Glasses, not coffee mugs or cups. My heart sank. Don’t think it. Just don’t, I reminded myself.

  Grace heard my thought. She latched on to my elbow again. “What?” she whispered out of the corner of her mouth. We both stood as still as statues, watching Lynn struggle with the door and bags. Neither one of us helped. Finally, Grace regained her wits and swung the bathroom door open against the wall. The hinges screamed out and I heard a crack against the wood as the metal door slammed into the wall.