Outside Hell

by Milo Spires

  Then as that thought had nurtured his brain, suddenly the beacon of hope vanished as the door had finally succumbed to the doorkeeper’s power and swung back. As it did there was an instant wave of deeply oppressive stench that poured out from the other side, and Lucious the doorman approached him.

  Dracus had cursed inwardly that he’d forgotten to take a deeper and longer breath beforehand though, and fearing the savage bite of the stench as it had gone down inside his chest, he’d reluctantly breathed in the tiniest portion of it that immediately resulted in his half digested dinner, suddenly rising up his throat because of it.

  Lucious who was used to the stench, simply looked up at him with his mouth wide open and grinned. He’d worked opening this door for hundreds of years, and in that time he’d witnessed the greatest of the great fall to their knees, as the vile odor had encroached upon their senses.

  Then approaching Dracus and careful not to be seen, Lucious had whispered to him. “Are you ready.”

  “Yes.” Dracus said as he’d looked down and caught sight of two swords that were standing vertically behind the doorkeeper with their tips in the dirt, whilst leaning back against the damp rock wall. Their blades glistened whilst their white leather handles with simple gold bands looked like serpents, as they’d weaved their way along them.

  Then allowing the doorman to see a quick smirk and saying no more so as not to draw suspicion, he’d stepped through the doorway into the cavernous arena beyond and was instantly bathed in the flickering light, that washed down over him from several burning torches mounted in the rock wall above. Then as he’d walked forwards a few paces, suddenly the heavy stone door behind him was slammed shut.

  The main hall that Dracus was standing in was like the size of an ice rink. Its walls were about a hundred feet high, and apart from disappearing into the darkness, they were jagged and glistened from the water that was constantly dripping down from above.

  In front of him and slightly to the right there were entrances with sliding doors that led off underneath the evil Rex’s quarters, and then others that had grimmer destinations, such as the dungeons chopping rooms below. Then above these about forty feet up or so and scattered around the entire room, there were caves filled with hundreds of vampires. These evil undead creatures with their predatory blood stained fangs and deathly pale faces that eerily glistened in the flickering light, were shouting and leering down at him.

  Since joining the coven Dracus was given a dark brown leather bowman’s tunic by Rex that had cross strings on his forearms, and down the right hand side of his body and held there by a long strap passing across his chest from his opposite shoulder, he’d a quiver full of cursed arrows. His trousers were leather and his brown boots had silver buckles across the fronts of them that reached down diagonally to the sides.

  “So Dracus, what have you to say for yourself about what happened in Paris?” Came a loud screeching voice from high up above him. Dracus never replied and simply stood there slouched for the effect, whilst looking down at the ground beneath him with a mischievous grin.

  As the voice had spoken, suddenly all the vampires in their caves that were still hurling down their vicious abuse at the bowman, and fearing the punishment of death if they’d kept going, then instantly shut their mouths and listened.

  The voice was his master Rex’s who was sitting high up in his normal place on a ledge that looked somewhat like a diving board, as it had jutted out from the rock wall in the center of the room. His second in command Hoidrious stood beside him on his own ledge that was parallel to Rex’s, and apart from a half-meter space beneath them, it conjured up the idea that if it wasn’t a slab of rock, then it could have been stolen from a swimming pool too.

  The two leaders were dressed in their usual robes similar to what monks dressed in, only today the color wasn’t their normal stale brown, but a rich gleaming red. Then apart from the hoods that were drooping down to cover their hideous faces, they’d white ropes that were tied fast around their waists, hanging down and then finishing with tassels parallel to their knees. They’d looked like with the torches burning and the room ominously alive in whispering shadows, that they were members of an esoteric sacrificial group or something.

  Hoidrious regularly wore similar attire to Rex, and today was no exception. It was questioned generally in whispered conversations, as to whether they were twins. Because of their similar height and grotesque facial features, it seemed highly probable. If that were the case though, then naturally there would be great pity for the poor mother. Imagine the despair when these two had been humans, their looks alone would have suggested she must have had something deeply and terribly wrong with her womb.

  Then as Rex had prepared to speak again, he’d coughed deeply whilst sucking up dark phlegm from the back of his throat that was full of sinister lumps of nastiness.

  “Satan has demanded retribution for your actions against him.” He’d croaked as he’d swallowed the mouthful of phlegm back down again.

  In response Dracus shuffled his feet in the dirt beneath himself, and then smirked inwardly as the hilarious image of Satan with four of his cursed arrows stuck in his neck in Paris, had appeared in his mind.

  “I bet he has,” Dracus said, and then started grinning.

  Rex saw the bowman’s mocking grin and then with rage flourishing through his demonic veins, he’d launched himself forwards to the edge of the ledge that he was standing on. Then at the same time he spat a whole mouthful of dark phlegm down at him, only as it had looked like it was going to be a direct hit, in the last second Dracus stepped aside and it’d missed him. The lump of festering tar like phlegm had buried itself deep in to the dusty floor, just inches away from the bowman’s feet.

  Then in response Rex snarled and his already rotting face that had warts and pustules all over it suddenly screwed up so tight, that it had and almost cracked to accommodate the evil expression.

  “You think this is funny?” the old crone said as he’d then sucked up another mouthful of phlegm to reload, but something inside went wrong and he’d clasped his chest and started to cough vehemently.

  Dracus said looked up at him and then grinned.

  No one ever came to the cavernous room and didn’t have the utmost respect for Rex, because they’d known the punishment would be death. Then those that were ever summoned to stand in the dirt beneath him, they hadn’t ever survived either. He was also known for practicing strong dark rituals and took great pleasure out of watching someone die an agonizing death. It didn’t matter if they were his own loyal soldiers or not. They stood in as substitute on occasions too. Anyone would do. He was a master in all forms of torture, and if his victims died slowly and screamed for hours, he’d preferred that.

  The feeling in the room was the bowman had to die, but then it‘d clearly looked like Rex and Hoidrious had already made that decision as they were dressed in sacrificial robes, only Dracus had a plan and before he’d put it into motion, he was having great fun slagging the old bastard off. Dracus wanted to make Satan so furious with him that the evil bastard would drop everything to follow him back to his own world of Eldor, then once there he’d get him to fight Vrakug.

  What will Dracus do to enrage the horned fool even more though, I wonder?

  Chapter 13 – Bikini Killers

  Meanwhile in the other room of the Shack in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania, there’d been a group of young drunken males who’d come from England on a snowboarding holiday, and were eagerly paying woman in bikinis for pleasures up stairs.

  Kaine and Regina had seen them as they’d both entered the old shack.

  They were inside the first room and standing only a few feet in front of them. They’d looked pretty drunk, and apart from the lascivious stares that they were giving the women in bikinis, they’d seemed harmless enough. They were just a group of young testosterone fuelled up guys, that were looking to get laid anyway they could.

  One of the lads had even looked at Reg
ina and whispered slightly too loud that he’d wanted to take her upstairs and have sex with her.

  The boy was obviously thinking that as it was a whorehouse, she’d worked there. He’d thought that she was going to get changed out of her badass boots and sexy gear into a bikini before taking orders. The boy had been terribly wrong though, and was a million miles away from the truth.

  In response to the comment Kaine had furrowed his brow, and then with his mind fuming and only wanting revenge against Sorchek, he’d ignored it. Regina though, who wasn’t entirely sure that he’d let it go without giving the lad a little jab in the jaw, had tried to placate the situation by whispering something in his ear.

  She’d said to Kaine that he’d turned her on, and that it was making her wet just thinking about all the women fucking upstairs. Then she’d said that she couldn’t wait to get him home, because when she did she was going to ride him like she’d never ridden him before. Then after she’d slipped her hand around the front of Kaine’s trouser and given him just the slightest bit of sexual teasing, resulting in him having a limp in his walk, they’d walked about five feet across the room to the relief bar to get a drink.

  A few minutes had passed as they’d savored the taste of their pungent liquids and appreciated the burn, when and much warmer from the freezing conditions that they’d endured outside in the deep snow and harsh blizzards, Kaine and Regina had gone through into the other room and moments later Regina had been killed. Only when the young guys heard the explosion, and then looked through the doorway and saw blood and brain matter spraying out into the room where they were standing, they’d screamed and charged for the exit. Then in the chaos and after pushing each other out of the way, they’d found to their horror that the door leading out of the joint was locked, and at the same time the extremely sexy women with their olive skin, dark eyes and massive breasts, had suddenly changed into the undead immortal killing machines from Hell. Their fangs had thrust down and their demonic eyes glazed over as their razor sharp nails climbed out from beneath their skin, readying themselves to rip the boys to pieces.

  One of the boys had looked behind whilst he was getting up after he’d tripped in the mayhem, and the sight of the vampires charging, had made him piss himself.

  Pure piss had flowed down his trouser leg and lashed heavily against the old timber floorboards that were beneath him. Then as a second had passed and in the blink of an eye, suddenly he’d felt savage pain in his throat, and in response he’d clutched up in wild terror at the gaping wound of where moments before his Larynx had been. His executioner had stood there grinning at him, whilst she was holding half his neck in her heavily blood stained hands.

  The other vamp girls didn’t wait around either. They’d sliced and diced most of the other boys for their party of death too. Only Oliver had escaped and slipped through the net. He’d fallen over in the center of the room as he’d made a desperate attempt to rush up the stairs. Then after he’d witnessed his friends Karate lessons having abysmal results against the vampires, and moments later he’d found himself panic stricken to the core and making a wild dash for it.

  As he’d climbed to his feet and then leapt over a fallen chair, he’d glanced through the archway to where Regina had died, and his eyes had wished they hadn’t too. Inside the arch that was dripping in blood and brain matter, he’d seen the silhouettes of four beings covered in blood and drinking from the headless neck of the woman that his mate had only moments before thought she was turning up for work and was going to get changed out of her badass gear.

  The gruesome sight had instantly scarred his mind and in turn and by the very nature of it, he’d known that it was there for an eternity, and would never leave.

  In his charge to save himself, Oliver had seen the stairs and took the first three rungs in one leap, only as he’d made it about halfway up suddenly all the lights had gone off, and because of it he’d found himself tripping.

  Meanwhile the vampire women downstairs were in heaven so to speak. They were thrusting their fangs into their victim’s necks as if without blood; they’d only a second left to live. The thick red coppery liquid was flowing and spraying out so fast that it was literally going everywhere. The boys downstairs from the terror of it; had all died with their screams echoing long after their hearts had stopped beating.

  Then as Oliver had tripped in the darkness, he’d managed to brace his fall against the top rung of the stairs. Only as he’d raised his head, suddenly he’d realized that his eyes were looking up the length of a woman that was standing on the next floor up completely naked, and only inches away from his face. The moonlight was washing across her succulent body, and apart from lighting up her heavily blood stained breasts, her fangs had glistened down at him from the eerie rays too. This woman was in a league of her own though, and as she looked down at him, you could tell that she knew it too. Then in a soft and gentle tone, and at the same time as something in the distance could be heard approaching, she’d said with an evil grin, “Are you lost my darling? Would you like to come into my bedroom for a nightcap?”

  Oliver didn’t hear the noise that was approaching from outside though, because by this stage he was shaking with extreme fear. He’d felt his legs and elbows start trembling, then as a second had past, he’d been consumed by a deathly cold feeling that had coursed its way through him. The young boys eyes were wide open and transfixed on the woman, and from the terror that was spreading exponentially throughout him, his senses were switched on to the max too.

  The vampire woman reached out for his hand in a seductive manor, only as her fingers were only inches away from touching his, then suddenly the shack began to shake violently and the old timber building was consumed in a deafening roar. Outside in the blizzard and only fifty feet away, two military choppers had just landed.

  The bikini chick immediately forgot her prey, and then with murder in her eyes and sensing danger, she’d charged past Oliver and with her fangs out, she’d leapt down the stairs. A second past and then as Oliver had prepared to make a desperate run for it down the corridor in front of him, suddenly all the doors that were leading off from it were ripped open, and more vampires women came charging out. Six naked vampire women with voluptuous bodies hurtled down the short wooden passageway towards him. Only as they’d reached him, it was like they hadn’t even seen him, because with their demonic expressions suggesting that they were ready for war, they’d leapt down the stairs hissing and screaming.

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  Meanwhile outside the shack the arctic weather was horrendous and the tall pine trees that had been covered for months in the mountains of snow, were suddenly blasted clean by the choppers huge downdraught. The vintage birds of steel had crunched down heavily through the snow and ice. Then with their laser guided cannons full of the German made MX1 vampire anesthetic, they didn’t care about their loud entrance and loosing the element of surprise, because they’d pointed at the shack and fired.

  The shiny silver cannons that were mounted underneath the cockpits spun around like general Custer’s Gatling guns, and glowed wholesomely with the devastating stream of bullets that tore out of them.

  Seconds passed and the four cannons from the two choppers literally obliterated the lower level of the timber shack. Its horizontal boarding that had admirably and dutifully resisted the harsh mountain weather year upon year, was suddenly no match for the extreme veracity and devastatingly intense stream bullets.

  Then as the shacks timber facing boards were torn to pieces with chunks of it exploding outwards only to be sucked up into the extreme blizzard before vanishing down the mountainside, they’d looked like they were made from nothing more than thin sheets of balsa wood. Whilst inside the old shack the desperate screams from the vampire women were all but lost to the extremely harsh winds, and the thunderous depths of the huge cannon fire.

  The noise of the guns was tremendous and would deafen you even if you were standing fifty yards away wearing earplugs. Thousands upon tho
usands of bullets blasted out the cannons barrels, causing a massive bright light to rear up and reflect back off the timber cladding of the upper level of the shack. The light also reflected off the pine trees and made the snow look like it wasn’t really white, but dazzling shades of varying oranges and yellows. Then as the side doors of the choppers slid back, and their cannons slowed to a halt with a mechanical whirring sound; suddenly the two teams of Adolf’s genetically modified soldiers wearing masks and full black tactical gear leapt out.

  Their boots had crunched as they’d landed down into the deep snow beneath them.