Outside Hell

by Milo Spires

  Adolph for once was happy, only the search for immortality was not over and that pained him.

  Then hearing from his scientists that they’d needed bigger vampires because they’d believed, that the country vampires were too malnourished for positive testing; he’d ordered the vampire Heir Volkerdauphine to set up a party in Paris, and invite godly sized vampires to it. Heir Volkerdauphine had tried to refuse for fear that his species would realize his involvement in the kidnappings, but then to prove that he’d meant it, Adolf had cut off another finger from Heir Volkerdauphine’s mother’s hand. It’d worked as Adolf had known it would, and then the vampire was left with no choice but to arrange the party in the Palace de Versailles.

  Only there was a problem that no one saw coming in the size of an 8 feet tall horned beast, with hideously distended veins and a violently lashing tail, that had arrived from HELL. Satan and his entourage of demons had gate crashed the party too.

  At the Palace they’d had a great mini musical copying that of the Phantom of the Opera, and the singers as they’d forsaken their fears and limitations with their vocal boundaries, had made the theatrical scenes breathtakingly special. Then not long afterwards and as the female vampires had just finished twirling in their beautiful dresses whilst holding up face masks on sticks, and the crowds had only just tasted the gorgeous French wine called Chateau Margaux, that was when Satan had appeared in flames with his hordes of demons too.

  Out of ten heavily armed genetically modified soldiers, only three escaped to tell the tale of Satan’s arrival. They’d also said as they’d stumbled back into Adolf’s base that they’d seen an angel at the Palace de Versailles too. The angel had appeared with his gleaming chain and the key to the bottomless pit to save humanity from seeing The Prince of Darkness. Satan had taken one look at it in the angel’s hands and then after realizing that it was meant for him, and swallowing deeply, he’d fled back beneath the ground and took his demons with him too.

  Adolph had been furious that the mission had failed, and then as the loyal survivors had stood there before him with theirs heads down, hoping that he’d forgive them for disobeying his orders, he’d taken out his luger and shot them several times in the head.

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  Now a few days later and as Adolph stormed up the steel stairs in the base in Hungary, and headed along the gangway into the mission control room, he was adamant as he’d approached his second team of soldiers who were going to Romania tomorrow night, that they weren’t going to fail him too.

  Heir Volkerdauphine had told Adolph the previous week that there was a shack high up in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania full of vampires. He’d said to him that they were mostly all women in the place, and that there’d be at least five male vampires up there that were godly in size too. He’d also said that a vampire called Sorchek had asked him to help up there in a weeks time, because a vampire called Kaine was going up there looking for revenge. They’d tricked him and were going to kill his wife Regina, and then after drugging him they were going to leave the godly sized vampire to come around next to his dead wife on the floor. Heir Volkerdauphine had said to Adolf that he thought he knew Kaine too.

  When asked he’d explained to Adolph that he knew someone himself called Laouse Gerhard. He then said that if this guy Kaine was the same dude that he was thinking about, then he’d met him through Laouse at the Palace de Versailles on the same night that Adolph’s soldiers had been killed.

  When Adolph had heard about Kaine being massive, and that he’d been in Paris when Adolf’s soldiers were savagely killed, he’d immediately given the mission a green light for go and scheduled it in. Two teams of genetically modified soldiers with two attack choppers were going to be heading to this little shack high up in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania to raid the place. The soldiers were going to be armed with modified CS gas that affected vampires, tranquilizer guns, and MP5 submachine guns with live rounds, just in case the situation didn’t go their way and became volatile.

  Chapter 10 – Sadness

  (24th December 1980, the night that the German soldiers have planned their raid.)

  High up in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania Kaine and Regina had landed on a craggy mountain slope, after flying down from five thousand feet through a deeply oppressive blanket of freezing fog. They’d flown there from their home in Devil’s dyke with one thing in mind, revenge. They were going to kill the vampire that had killed Kaine’s parents hundreds of years before.

  Only after being caught out in sub zero conditions and not wanting to remain like iced statues on the mountain side until the summer months, they’d pushed on through blizzard conditions and severely howling artic wind, following the directions to a shack that had a Hugh Hefner rabbit head glowing on the front door.

  The weather had been terrible and Kaine had pulled Regina close to him then wrapped his huge wings in a cocoon style around the pair of them, desperate to block out the horrendous wind and to keep her warm.

  Then after having to stop several times to thaw their finger fingers out, and also to stamp their feet that had almost stopped working due the cold, finally they’d arrived. The light that they could faintly see glowing back at them through the pine trees up at the peak of the mountain, was in the shape of Hugh Hefner’s rabbit’s head.

  As they’d approached the shack, they could hear loud music that was pumping with a fat bass line, resonating through the surrounding trees. They could also hear loud voices coming from inside the old timber building too. Then after making a quick scout around the shack, they’d found that the only entrance to the place was the front door. The shack had two floors and was made from old weathered planks of timber that were nailed horizontally across to form the walls. Downstairs the space for the windows had been boarded over by newer boards, and the upstairs was set back some way with seven windows that were only a few feet apart with their blinds down.

  As Kaine and Regina had looked up at the windows, they’d also noticed with a grin that the shapes that they could see behind the tall thin blinds were of people in varying raunchy positions, that were obviously having sex because the silhouettes were holding each other, and also moving back and forth rapidly too.

  Preparing them selves for a gun battle, Kaine who could feel the vampires energy booming back at him from inside the joint, then suddenly flicked the safety catches of his MP5 machine guns that were hidden underneath his black trench coat, and they’d gone in. All the bullets inside his guns were solid silver, and because of it any vampire they’d hit would die an agonizing death too.

  The informant that had tipped Kaine off about the shack in his savage voice had said that its occupants were mostly chicks in bikini’s, and then the customers were local humans that were on snowboarding holidays, plus the odd vampire too. Kaine had been told that the vampire he was looking for would be in another room that they used as the main bar area. This room was the second room at the rear of the place; connected to the front room by a small passageway that had a smaller bar to get drinks in called the relief bar.

  After they’d gone in to the shack keeping their guns hidden, and then after downing a few drinks to thaw out at the relief bar, pausing to savor the taste of the pungent fluid, and appreciating its burn as it trickled down their throats, they’d gone through into the back room expecting war. Only within seconds it had all gone terribly wrong and Kaine’s life partner, his gorgeous wife Regina, was savagely killed.

  Then after the bullet had blown her head off, Kaine was so full of shock having just seen his wife brutally murdered and her spaghetti like brains blasted against the wall, that his paleolithic vampire fangs never ejected. The shock was so great that it had even suppressed the anger that should have be there. Then as the shock had coursed its way through his veins, suddenly the rage appeared and his fingers firmly locked around the triggers of his MP5 machine guns. The line of heavy firepower that came out of their barrels then roared up into the vampire’s chest, tearing massive fist
sized holes straight through and out the other side. The vampire had died almost instantly from the silver bullets but not before copious amounts of thick blood and veins, had sprayed onto the bar and ceiling behind.

  For Kaine, in that moment no one else in the room had mattered. Not even Sorchek whom he’d waited hundreds of bitter years to get revenge upon. Even his own life now that he was alone and trapped within the walls of vampirism, was meaningless too.

  This vampire had just killed his wife and he would make him pay.

  Kaine had had assiduous beliefs towards his relationship lasting forever with Regina, and had always said that should anyone ever try to come between them; then their blood would be spilt in rivers and not gallons. Even his best friend Laouse would succumb to an ignominious punishment, before he would see one hair unsettled upon her gorgeous head.

  As his bullets were tearing fist-sized chunks of meat out of the vampire’s chest, Kaine’s eyes had glassed over, and tears had formed in his soul.

  His jovial good self had gone and the vicious vampire that he’d fought so hard to keep suppressed within himself was instantly given free reign, and allowed to come out into the open. The shock that he’d been experiencing moments before was expelled from his body, banished and warned by his sheer anger never to come back.

  Kaine snarled and his already dark eyes had turned a hell shade of grey as he’d kept his sub machine guns blasting, royally into the vampire’s chest. Then just as he was going to turn the guns on a different target and shoot the vampire who’d killed his parents, suddenly he’d felt an agonizing pain in the back of his neck. One of the vampires had stabbed him with a huge metal syringe that looked like it was intended for horses. The shaft had gone in so far that as it had hit the bone in his neck, the tip of it had sheered off within him. Then the drug that flowed into him afterwards had the most devastating of effects.

  Instantly Kaine’s mind began to glass over and he’d felt his arms and legs tightening. Then as his anger had metastasized into a furious rage, he’d tried to resist it but clearly he couldn’t because he his fingers went rigid, and his legs paralyzed looking like columns of stone.

  The triggers on his MP5’s were still pulled back though, only as the sub machine guns were empty, rather than fire they’d made a rapid metal against metal clicking sound.

  Kaine’s happily married mind had packed its belongings a while back, and metaphorically speaking, was now at the train station and leaving. He’d loved his wife with every morsel of his being. Every pound of his flesh had longed to be with her for an eternity, and now she was gone. Never again would he smell her soft fragrance. Never again would she wake him with a barrage of soft kisses all over his naked body. Never again could he run his fingers through her silky smooth silky hair after witnessing her gorgeous smile, as she’d awoken in his protective arms. Never again would she be firmly locked into his deep and loving embrace either. Never again would he be like a wild bull to her wanton tigress. Never again would she be his lighthouse to guide him through the stormy seas of life, because she was dead.

  Regina was DEAD.

  Kaine had only just gotten over the harrowing experience of seeing Regina die and then being brought back to life a couple of days previously, and now she was killed again.

  Only this time it looked a whole lot more irreversible considering that her brains had been ripped out of her skull, and were violently splattered on the wall in some deep psycho mosaic, that is.

  The first time she’d died they’d been at a meeting in the Palace de Versailles, Paris. There’d been a portal demon there that had infected her.

  Kaine hadn’t believed the stories he’d heard in the past about portal demons, and always thought that they’d just been old folk stories, simply rumours intended to scare.

  He’d gone upstairs to clean his tux from a French wine that some fool had spilt over him, and whilst he’d been up there, Regina had telepathically messaged him with the horrifying news.

  After jumping down an insane huge fifty feet stairwell and causing a huge crack to appear in the Palaces historic floor, he’d charged out along the passageway to find her.

  When he’d reached her and seen a black shadow under her skin that was growing ever larger by the second and trying to suffocate the life out of her, he’d fully realized that the folk stories he’d laughed at for so many years were actually true.

  His scientist friend called Laouse had been with him at the time, and he’d reminded him that the folklore said there was no cure.

  In his brain as he’d heard Laouse’s words, they’d almost torn him apart. Each letter pronounced had been like vicious daggers flying into him.

  Only suddenly, and as if Heaven had answered his prayers, Dracus the bowman had appeared from a magic portal. Then with a sprinkling of shavings from his cursed arrows into her mouth to ward off the demonic spirit, he’d managed to save her.

  Kaine had learnt afterwards that Heaven hadn’t intervened and that Dracus had met Regina earlier on in the evening whilst he’d been upstairs in the toilets washing his tux. Dracus had given his wife a magical Scareb bracelet and then because the bowman could feel someone else summoning him he’d had no choice, he couldn’t stay and had to leave.

  The bracelet apart from being gold and magical, it was also filled with the most breathtakingly gorgeous and wildly sparkling gems.

  The bowman had told Regina that if ever four of her fingers were laid across the face, its magic would summon him and he would come to her rescue instantly using his magic portals.

  Kinda like a knight in shining armour, only he’d no armour and wasn’t a knight.

  Anyway low and behold, and by some strange coincidence that very same evening the portal demon had cursed her and she was dying. Kaine had been unaware that as he’d folded her arms across her lap to say his final farewell to his love, that her fingers had touched the bracelet and in doing so they had summoned the bowman.

  The bowman had appeared and saved her.

  When Kaine had seen Dracus stepping out of the magic portal in the Palace de Versailles, he’d been truly elated. He’d closed his eyes for the briefest of seconds and thanked God for the bowman’s arrival.

  Now though and as Sorcheks green liquid was paralysing him in the shack high up in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania, Kaine who was powerless to stop the effects simply collapsed.

  All the while even though he was paralysed, Kaine was fully aware of his surroundings and could hear and see everything that was going on around him.

  Sorchek who’d been watching earlier and grinning all the time that Kaine had been killing the vampire with his MP5 machine guns, now simply looked down at the fallen warrior laying before him and laughed.

  A moment passed and then he took out a cigarette and spun it up into the air, bending his knees down underneath it. As it came back down, he craned his neck backwards and caught it firmly between his lips.

  Then after lighting it from the fat orange flame with his zippo, he took a few long deep puffs and clanged the thing shut. Then as the clouds of smoke bellowed upwards, he dropped the warm metal lighter back into his jacket pocket and sniggered at Regina’s body.

  “Damn shame that, I wanted to fuck her myself.” He said to the corpse, as he gently prodded it with the tip of his left boot. As he’d touched it, he was unaware that her hand was laying across the other wrist, and again her four fingers were firmly resting on top of the magical Scareb bracelet.

  “You still can boss,” one of the vampire’s who’d walked in behind her only moments before she’d been killed had said.

  Sorchek and the vampire both looked at each other and grinned.

  Meanwhile Kaine just lay there staring into the skull of his wife’s now empty head.

  Everything else except for the left side of the skull and the ear remained. The whole face including the top, back and right side of the skull had been blown away.

  Where the brain had been, just a steady stream of blood dribbled
out of the neck.

  Kaines face the way he’d fallen had left him laying there, staring directly into her hollowed out skull. He couldn’t do anything in his paralyzed state except lay there staring at the mess that had formerly been his lover. In response a tear had rolled out of his eye, and dripped onto the floor beneath him.