Autumn comes to the quiet
countryside of southern France, and with it comes that time of the
year when everything seems to
hover in stillness and beauty between the softness of summer and the harshness
of winter. Nestled deep in a serene
valley, amidst a collage of bright fall colors, a small farmhouse and barn sits
alone. Among the deepening shadows of early evening a shaggy brown rat
scampers quietly under a small cover of hay that remains in the barn loft., a
loft that will soon be stuffed to the rafters with sweet smelling hay that is
and lying in the fields waiting to be gathered.
Quickly the rat scurries to a
small hole gnawed through the boarding of the barns wall, then
across a wooden beam to reach the
framework of a tall silo some four feet away. Here the beam passes
into the silo to the far wall to crisscross another beam that helps support
the silo walls. It is here when the
silo is full of silage the rats and mice come to eat and get fat.
Usually at this time of the year
the hayloft and the silo are empty and the pickings are very slim, but aware of
this the brown rat hopes it may find a kernel or two of corn that has somehow
been overlooked. Only the night
before it found three kernels
of corn in the ear of the dried husk that had once been a human,
a husk that now lay on the cross beams high inside the silo.
Scurrying across the beam the rat
stops to peer into the silo and is unable to believe its luck, for
there on the beam, beyond the dried husk of the human, sits a fat pigeon hugging
the silo wall with broken wing.
The wing most likely broke in a panic when
it tried to escape after being lured into the silo by the silage. Racing across
the beam the rat climbs onto the dried husk of the human and quickly scampers
across the body, then when it reaches the grotesque head with its gaping maw and
deep sunken eye sockets it stops and crouches for a moment before lunging
forward to kill the helpless pigeon.
Nuzzling now beneath the dead
pigeon’s feathers to rip off pieces of fresh meat, the brown rat is unaware of
another rat that has entered the silo along the beam and is moving quickly
towards him. This second rat, which
is black and much larger than the first, scurries up onto the head of the human
husk and leaps onto the back of the smaller rat, where with needle sharp teeth
it tears a wedge shaped piece of flesh from the brown rats neck, the pain
causing the brown rat to jump back from its fresh kill
and back slowly away onto the forehead of the husk. Now, with its blood seeping steadily
from the wound it peers through beady eyes watching the large black rat begin to
devour the dead pigeon, and weakened from loss of blood the rat finds it is
unable to move, its blood filling the eye sockets of the human husk
down the deep wrinkles of the face into the shriveled mouth.
Deep in the stomach of the husk
minute things began to happen when the blood reaches sleeping microbes lying
dormant there and awakens them.
Immediately the blood begins to rejuvenate the husk, its dried skin
quickly beginning to take on a lesser paleness and become pliable. Then
from somewhere deep within a well of darkness, where it has laid hidden and
dormant for so long, the mind of Ravon awakes and reaches out to its
surroundings and remembers.
For almost four thousand years
after he was made, he, Ravon the vampire, had stalked the dark nocturnal world
taking the blood and youth of many young victims. His master Lar, one of the original
twelve rulers of the ancient and mysterious island of Ur, had made him in the
high hills above what was yet to become Rome. At the time he was only a humble
shepherd’s son tending his father’s flocks in the high desolate pastures, and it
was there Lar had set upon him.
Soon after attacking him and draining almost all of his blood, Lar had
gone off and left him helpless and unable to move. However, In the grayness of dawn as he
hovered between life and death, he awoke again to find Lar had returned and once
again had his teeth deep into his neck draining what remained of the precious
blood from his veins. Only this
time an overwhelming euphoria filled him causing his thoughts to become soft and
distant dreams, then his mind and persona were swallowed up by a deep dark
long he drifted in that blackness he had no idea. He only knew when the blackness parted
and he opened his eyes he found himself sucking and gulping hungrily at the
strange man’s wrist. A wrist that
had been slit open and pressed tightly to his very own lips, the blood pulsing
from the wound flowing deliciously down his throat.
the master that made him Ravon also quickly become a blood taker and stealer of
youth, then for thousands of years, although he became strong and powerful
himself, he continued to do his master Lar’s bidding.
the last two hundred years he had joined his master in a search for two other
immortals named Ural and Khufu, two immortals Lar hated with a passion and had
sworn to destroy. After many failed
attempts, Lar finally succeeded in trapping the immortal Ural and encasing him
in a block of concrete. Pleased
with this accomplishment he went off alone to find and destroy the other
immortal Khufu. However, unknown to
Lar, Khufu was already hunting them and was hot on their trail, then not long
after he managed to trap Ravon in the grain silo in southern France where he now
found himself. How long he had been
here in the silo Ravon had no way of knowing, but he did know that he must have
more blood soon or his body would soon begin to shrivel again.
a weak but sure movement his hand came down on the brown rat still sitting on
his face, then like wringing a sponge of water he quickly wrung the rat of every
drop of its blood. In another swift
movement he had the black rat to which he did the same, the blood from the rats
a small amount but enough to bring a little more life back to his limbs. Sitting now, his legs dangling over the
cross beams, he eyed the half eaten pigeon, but could see most of its blood had
already been soaked up by the dried wood of the beam.
the darkness of the silo, in which he could see well, Ravon let himself drop
down into the few remaining feet of silage on the floor far below, where with
one blow of his fist he smashed the trap door of the silo from it hinges and
leaped out into the night.
the smell of fresh animal blood rushing through veins and arteries came to him
from the barn a few feet away. More
important he could smell the blood of an old man and woman in the farmhouse
across from the barn, though his need was for young blood in his weakened
condition any blood would do.
before he could make a move towards the farmhouse the headlights of an
automobile turn into the driveway, where, hidden from view of the house by the
barn, the light grinding of the automobile’s tires came to a stop and the lights
went out and silence filled the night again.
the vehicle was the granddaughter of the old couple in the farmhouse coming home
from a date with her young man. A
young woman who, when the lights went out, quickly slid out of the passenger
side door and hurried around to the young man that had slid from the door on his
side and stood waiting. In silence
she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned back against the automobile to
seductively pull his young body to her own. In a moment of young lust and passion
their eyes closed in a long hard kiss, each lost in their own thoughts and
sexual fantasies. Then opening
their eyes as the kiss ended, their breaths coming in short pants, they stood
apart gazing into each other’s eyes.
Without resistance the young mans hand slipped under the young woman’s
sweater to fondle her breast, evoking a sigh of ecstasy from her as she made to
pull him to her again. However,
before they could embrace a dark figure suddenly loomed up before them. The figures face a frozen mask of white
horror, its upper lip quickly curling back to reveal needle sharp teeth that
gleamed in the starlight.
shock the young woman drew in her breath to scream but a quick gesture of the
figures hand passed before her eyes and she found she could not move or breath,
the scream a huge painful bubble of air locked deep in her throat.
unseen speed Ravon gripped the back of the young man’s head like a melon, then,
unhindered by his weight, lifted him until his feet dangled a few inches from
the ground. Eyes wild with terror,
the young man tried to gasp in horror as long white fangs drew nearer to him,
but although his throat muscles worked franticly he could make no sound or
an almost reverent movement Ravon turned the young man’s head to the side and
drew the throbbing jugular vain to him, his mind and senses filled with the
pulsing of the rich blood so near.
Then with a deep sigh of contentment he pressed his quivering lips to the
warm waiting flesh, the needle sharp fangs brushing the waiting vein. The
slowness of his action causing deep dents in the soft white skin before the
fangs punctured through and sank deep into the lumen walls of the vein
a crescendo of hunger and lust the young man’s sweet blood gushed forth down
Ravon’s throat, the ecstasy of it causing him to swoon and clamped his lips
tighter to the wound and crush the body to him.
later, the body of the young man sucked dry of every drop of its blood and
youth, he dropped the husk to the ground at his feet and turned to the young
a rag doll he lifted her under the chin so her feet also dangled a few inches
from the ground. Then, with almost
gentleness, he tilted her head back onto the roof of the automobile to expose
her long white neck. At his leisure
now he bit deeply into the soft waiting flesh and drained her of her blood and
youth also. Discarding the remains
of the young woman, he swiped the back of his hand across his lips and glanced
up at the tall silo that had been his prison for so long.
another immortal and one of his master Lar’s arch enemies, had baited and
trapped him in that silo with the live body of a young man laid across the top
beam inside. The beam had been cut
through enough so when he had landed on it to claim the victim it gave
away. When that happened he had
plunged into the silage and the more he struggled the deeper he sank into it and
master, Lar, was one of the twelve immortal blood drinkers who had escaped from
a distant planet before it was destroyed, their ship crashing here on earth
thousands of years ago.
the crash and hungry for blood to a point of starvation they attacked the first
natives they came upon, throwing the natives, who thought them gods from the
sky, to the ground and ripping at the large veins in their necks with their
teeth until the blood flowed freely.
was then the immortals discovered taking blood in this manner was very
pleasurable. Not only did they gain
the blood and strength of their victims, but also their youth. Through the thousands of years that have
followed the twelve’s teeth, and powers, have adapted to their needs. However being immortal, with superhuman
strength and many years later the ability to change shapes and read and control
mortal men’s minds, the twelve could not stand earth’s sunlight and were forever
condemned to the darkness of its nights.
Eventually the twelve adapted to the darkness and in time learned to
survive like other creatures of the night.
In the beginning the immortals lived and feasted unchallenged, their
subjects believing them to be undying gods who they worshiped and doted on, but
this passed and in time some of the blood drinkers were destroyed, the few
survivors quickly learning to become less than shadows in the night.
youth and strength of his two young victims filling Ravon now, he turned away
from the silo to will himself into the form of a bat and lift into the air in
the direction of the nearest city.
His mind confused and full with unanswered questions, the foremost
question, where was Lar and why hadn’t he
rescued me from the silo. He
knew Lar had heard his call, the mental powers of the mind knowing no
limitations as far as distance was concerned. Still he had not come to help and this
of reaching out mentally to Lar,s mind now, afraid either Ural or Khufu may hear
his call and know he was free and come looking for him, he quietly and
methodically set out to find some answers.
many years of tracking Lar’s movements, Ravon finally stood one night before the
huge wall of a castle on the southern most tip of Spain. The castle, separated by a huge wall
from the mainland, sat in the darkness far out on a lonely desolate peninsula of
land reaching into the sea. On one
side of the peninsula swaths of white foam lined the rock-strewn shores, as huge
breakers of dark seawater rolled in through the darkness of night to crash onto
them in a thunderous roar.
a void filled Ravon,s mind now where the thoughts of his master should have
been, and he needed to know if this meant Lar was in a deep sleep somewhere or
his enemies had destroyed him.
a long while he stood studying the castle his mind receiving no images or
thoughts, but when he stepped through the gateway he mind was cascaded with
mixed images causing him to stop and glance around nervously.
the grass around the base of the turret was now neat and well kept, he could
see, in his mind,s image, the figure of Khufu chiseling into the huge concrete
base with a huge wrecking bar, the immortals powerful blows scattering pieces of
the broken masonry in all directions.
unlike a film running through his mind, he watched as Khufu yanked a metal
casket from deep within the concrete base to set it on the moonlit grass before
him. Then nervously scanning the
shadows and deep darkness about the castle to make sure he was alone, throw back
the lid of the casket and stared down at the dried husk of Ural lying
within. Without hesitation he slit
his own wrist and pushed it to the dried lips of Ural, then seconds pass and
Khufu’s powerful blood awoke the microbes in Ural’s body that suddenly began to
stir and return to its normal state.
Minutes later Ural sat up and hungrily pulled Khufu’s wrist tight to his
lips and gulped deeply, a short time later Khufu withdrew his wrist and the duo
moved off into the darkness of the night.
an explosion of red, these thoughts were shattered from Ravon?s mind by the fury
of Lar’s lingering thoughts. Evil
thoughts that clung to the area around the castle, which when Ravon read gave
him the answers he had been looking for.
the remainder of the particular evening when Khufu rescued Ural, Lar searched
the castle, the city, and the towns for miles around looking for some sign or
trace of them, but to no avail. The
following evening, his rage eased enough so he could think intelligently, he
realized Khufu and Ural together may be too powerful for him alone, so he fled
north vowing he would find them again one day and destroy them both.
these images in mind now, Ravon was able to follow Lar’s trail leading away from
the castle and some months later arrived at an old burned out winery in northern
heavy stonework of the winery, which had boasted a two-story bell tower, was
covered in black soot from a fire that must have licked the walls with a
tremendous heat. Here once again,
as Ravon stood between the soot black buildings of the tower and one of its
warehouses, a cascade of lingering images flooded his mind and he was able to
read the whole incident.
the winery tower where Lar had made his lair, Khufu and Ural quickly made plans
to destroy him there while he slept.
Minutes before dawn, as Lar slept in the form of a bat between the heavy
wood planking of the bell tower ceiling and stone roof, Khufu entered through a
broken window to a room below the tower.
Inside the room he set fire to some alcohol soaked excelsior that he and
Ural had spread there earlier.
However before he could execute his plan and escape back out through a
small hole the alcohol exploded.
changed to the form of a bat to climb out through a broken window when the
explosion occurred, the power of it shot him out with a tremendous force against
the wall of the building across the way.
Stunned he had fallen between the buildings where his human form returned
and the early morning sunlight crept nearer. Seconds before the light reached Khufu’s
naked body the window in the building above him exploded outwards. When in a daring rescue from the still
semi darkness of the warehouse, and putting himself in great danger, Ural leaped
to Khufu’s side. Before the shards
of glass and wood from the broken window could reach the ground, Ural had
scooped up Khufu’s body and leapt back into the darkness of the
the many thoughts that lingered and flooded Ravon’s mind now, as he stood
staring up at the burnt out tower over the winery, he heard Lar’s final cry as
the fires consumed him and he was no more.
Ravon fled from the winery knowing in his mind he would never again hunt Khufu
or Ural, with his master Lar destroyed he had no reason to. He also knew that together they were
much to powerful for him. Fear
gripped him now when the sudden realization came to him that he was alone,
knowing for sure that Khufu and Ural would surely hunt him down if by chance
they found he still existed.
must be very careful, get my strength back, and get far away from this part of
the world as soon as possible, he
thought, not knowing if Khufu or Ural were nearby or not.
months passed since Ravon,s visit to the soot blackened winery and being careful
to keep hidden and not to leave any telltale evidence of him self, his strength
returned. Softly and undetected he
walked the predawn streets and avenues of Paris, France, where, since the days
when Paris was only a small village, he had spent many years and knew every nook
and cranny in the city.
the rich, the poor and the dead, he had hundreds of hidden lairs that mortals
would never be able to find, but he knew Khufu or Ural could. With these thoughts ever in his mind he
was always careful not to leave evidence of his passing, feeding after dark and
then carefully disposing of the remains of his victims. Always keeping in mind
the smallest slip could bring the wrath of his two enemies down on
evening, his steps silent and his movements only a shadow, he was crossing a
small bridge over a slow flowing river somewhere near the outskirts of
Paris. Lanterns hung on high posts
lighting up the walkway, were almost obscured by a thick mist from the
river. The mist, which had hid the
bridge and river for most of the evening, now beginning to lift but still low
enough to obscure the lights.
as far as his eye could see on either side of the bridge, a light swirling mist
hung above everything like a low white ceiling creating an alien scene and the
feeling of some other time or place.
the top of the bridge he stopped to lean over the railing and study the
enchanting scene and the dark waters flowing below. Suddenly his senses came alert and he
quickly scanned the dark banks along the river to find, hidden secretly in the
darkness among a stand of trees, two lovers entwined in each others
no more than a dark shifting shadow, he sped along the riverbank to the trees
and stood above the couple unseen, having all he could do to hold him self back
and watch them for a time. The
pounding of blood racing through their veins in the heat of passion exciting
him, but he would wait. He
would wait until they climaxed, then at that very instant he would bite deep
into the pulsing neck of the male and allow the racing heart to pump the
arteries dry of blood before stopping.
Seconds later, when his victims drew near to climax and he made ready to
step out and take them, a dark shadow fell onto them from the trees above and
took them both.
and shaken by this unexpected event, he realized how careless he was and quickly
drew back and fled from the river.
It didn’t matter if it was Khufu or Ural who took the young couple he
knew luck had been with him. If the
immortal had waited another instant before falling on the lovers, and not been
so engrossed with the two victims, it surely would have detected him. After that it would not have mattered if
he escaped this time or not, his enemies would know about him and begin to track
he moved eastward away from the coastal countries of Europe, stopping only long
enough to fill a large suitcase with a kings ransom in gold and jewels from some
of his many caches. In Germany,
after much deliberation, he made preparations to leave the continent of Europe
and go to the United States of America.
below the heavy cloud cover of O’Hare Airport in the United States, a huge
continental jet prepares to land.
The roar of its mighty engines increasing their thunderous din as the
planes many wheels touched down onto the rain swept tarmac of the runway, the
sound echoing off heavy clouds and reverberating through the damp Chicago,
Illinois night in a deafening roar.
the suitcase holding the gold and jewels in one of the airport lockers, Ravon
moved quickly out into the city and the remaining darkness. The flight leaving Germany in the early
evening had pressed him for time and now, many hours later with dawn threatening
to break in the east, he needed desperately to feed.
short time later, in the form of a bat, he dropped gently onto a small garden
terrace on one of the tall buildings rearing high above the city. Changing to his human form he entered a
suite of rooms through a pair of open French Doors.
he quietly passed through a large living room to a bedroom beyond where he
sensed a young man and woman asleep.
A shadow among shadows he stood for a brief time staring down at them,
the couple’s naked bodies covered with only a small section of a white sheet,
which lay mostly in a wad at their feet.
Dropping to one knee he pressed his eager lips over the warm flesh
covering the jugular vein of the young man and bit deeply, the man’s young body
jerking only once in a light spasm as the blood, with its rich sweetness and
warmth, gushed forth down Ravon’s parched throat.
a silent cry of anguish exploded in his mind as he knelt with his lips glued to
the young man,s neck, the last gulps of blood still in his throat. In shock he glanced up to see the young
woman awake and gaping up at him in horror from where she lay on the pillow a
few inches away. Wide eyed with
terror she jumped from the bed and began go draw away, backing out of the
bedroom into the living room as Ravon took the last of the young man’s
blood. Rising swiftly from the
remains of the young man, which was now no more than an unrecognizable husk, he
slowly approached the young woman who turned and fled out onto the terrace where
she found her self trapped with nowhere to turn. The woman standing with her back pressed
to the low railing and her hands clasped tightly to her mouth in
the naked form of Ravon came onto the terrace towards her, his lips still
dripping the blood of his victim, she tried to lean back even further. However with her hands held out in front
of her to ward him off, her feet suddenly slipped out from under her and she
tumbled back over the railing to the street many stories below.
soft snarl escaped Ravon’s lips, when, like a wild animal deprived of its prey,
he leapt to the railing and stood glaring down at the woman’s body on the
sidewalk far below.
away from the railing he returned to the bedroom to pick up the remains of the
young man, then with the ease of a spider he scaled the building to its
rooftop. There he stuffed the
remains into one of the many airshafts hoping to conceal it, ten minutes later
he was across town where he crawled to the top of a maze of pipes in the
darkness of a buildings sub-cellar to sleep.
months Ravon easily hunted the busy streets and Malls of Chicago, selectively
picking each of his victims, some of which he stalked for hours. The hunt becoming a cruel game with him
thriving on the fear and terror emanated from each of the victims
he would trap one in an alleyway or some cul-de-sac, then play with them like a
cat plays with a mouse in the darkness.
On these occasions he would leap out of the darkness to confront his
prey, lips drawn back and fangs bared menacingly, then suddenly draw back and
allow the victim to escape into the darkness. Just when the victim thought it had
escaped the horror and was safe he would drop down and terrorize it
evil game usually continued until he tired of it and by then the victims blood
was rocketing through its veins, pumped viciously by the adrenaline, sopped
heart. It was then he would
envelope the victim in his arms and drink deeply of its blood.
time he began to shun the city for the quiet suburban areas out side of the city
Loop. Out here it was much easier
to dispose of his victims, the hunt itself always a little more daring and
times he entered into the bedroom of some young couple and drained only one of
them, the temptation to leave the horrible husk on the bed so the mate would
find it exciting him. Of course it
was out of the question, because to leave the husk of a body anywhere would be
like leaving his signature. In the
back of his mind always lingering the thought of Ural and Khufu.
evening, seeming near enough to reach up and touch, a large harvest moon hung
low in an autumn sky. The silver
light emanating from it falling on a small two-story mansion nestled on a low
hill close to a stand of trees.
the face of the moon, its leathery wings pumping leisurely, the outline of a
huge black bat moved towards the house where it landed softly on a bedroom
windowsill. Inside, unaware of the
black bat forcing the window screen in on one corner, a young couple lay deep in
when Ravon entered the bedroom and changed to his own naked form the young
sleepers did not stir. Its wasn’t
until he gently lifted the young woman to him and bit deeply into her jugular
vein that he realized the young man, who should have been asleep under his
spell, was awake and staring at him.
a fearful shout the young man lunged from the bed to grab a large hunting knife
from a nightstand drawer, then in almost the same movement he leaped back across
the bed to attack Ravon. In that
instant two things happened, the young man landed where Ravon had stood, the
sweep of the knife finding only empty air, and the door to the room burst
in the open doorway stood an older man and woman who for an instant stared at
the naked young man holding an ugly knife in his hand. Only when their eyes shifted down to the
young woman lying on the bed did a gurgling sound fill the silence of the room,
when the last of the young woman’s blood flowed from the deep wound in her
throat to soak into the sheets below her.
six year old Paul Straford stepped into his drab prison cell for the first time,
which, by order of the judge who tried his case, would be his home for the rest
of his life. Although Paul was not
a large man, only five feet eight inches tall and weighing about one hundred and
eighty pounds, the cell felt small and cramped, and when the guard slammed the
heavy barred door closed behind him a dreaded feeling of claustrophobia washed
a few minutes he stood quietly in the locked cell with his eyes closed waiting
for the feeling to pass, while at the same time listening to the footsteps of
the guard diminish away down the cellblock before he opened his eyes
the wall on the right a thin rolled up mattress sat on the end of a low metal
cot, while at the far end of the gray painted cell a toilet, bare of a seat, sat
beside a small sink. On a shelf
over the sink he caught his own reflection in a small mirror, the image of a
drawn and scared young man starring back at him. Quickly he turned away from the mirror
and ran a hand through his curly brown hair, a gesture he often made when he was
nervous or confused. Then after a
few minutes he unrolled the mattress and sat down on the cot.
Life in prison without parole had
been the sentence handed down to him by the court. The sound of the judges gavel as he
pronounced the sentence still echoing in his ears, as he sat thinking of all
that had happened and the strange life fate dealt him.
one believed him when he tried to explain how a naked stranger came into their
bedroom, and bit deep into his young wife’s neck to drink her blood. In the end, and after repeatedly telling
the story of the stranger, Paul was lucky the cell he ended up in was not
own mother, Lynn Straford, had died giving birth to him while she was a patient
in a mental institution. She had
still been young and beautiful at the time of her death, a death caused not from
the trauma of his being born, but from a combination of many other
complications. One of which had
been LSD and other drugs she had taken during her teenage years, when, as a
flower girl in the early sixties she lived like a Gypsy out of her Volkswagen
day, and for no apparent reason, she seemed to have found her self and did a
complete about face and dramatically changed her whole way of life. Soon after she found secretarial work
and a small apartment she continued to work steady for the next ten
the beginning most of her earnings went into a savings account at a near by
bank, until one day she met an old friend she knew from her earlier days who had
also found himself. The man now a stockbroker in a well-known brokers firm in
the same building she worked in. A
few weeks after their encounter she withdrew her savings from the bank and gave
it to her friend to invest in some stocks he suggested. Then as time passed and
after letting her friend reinvest any profits she made through her stocks, the
investments grew into a small fortune.
Having no use for any of the profits the money continued to grow as the
the time Lynn Straford’s stocks reached millionaire status she began having
strange hallucinations and hearing voices.
In the beginning she brushed the incidents aside thinking nothing of
them, but when they began to occur regularly and stronger she made an
appointment to see a doctor.
However when she explained to the doctor how she sometimes had the
ability to read other peoples minds, he referred her to a psychiatrist. Then after many months of sessions with
the psychiatrist her condition turned for the worse and not having anyone to
care for her she was admitted into the state mental hospital. There, with the doctors unable to
diagnose the problem, she was kept under sedation a good part of the
wings of the state hospital were all constructed alike, so that on entering
through a steel mesh door patients rooms lined either side of a long corridor
leading to a large day room. In the
day room many of the patients were able to watch television, play games, or just
sit and visit. On days when the drugs left Lynn’s mind clear, she often visited
and chatted with other patients in the day room. It was here she met a man about ten
years her senior, a big quiet man who treated her kindly.
she would sit for hours listening while the big man told her exciting stories of
when he worked for the government, the fact that he was a professor of many
degrees, and taught at different colleges, impressed her greatly. The whispered gossip about the big man
was he delved too deeply into quantum Physics and went mad. No matter Lynn liked him anyway because
he was always kind and gentle to her, until one Sunday afternoon something
happened while she lay resting in her room.
having been one of her better days she sat for most of the morning in the day
room enjoying the warm sunlight streaming in through the huge windows. After lunch, and in her hospital Johnny
and bathrobe, she returned to her room to rest. Snuggling deep into her pillow she
closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep, however before this could
happen she heard a rustling sound by the door and glanced
with his back to the closed door stood her man friend from the day room, who, in
a sign to be silent, placed his finger across his lips. Then yanking loose the cord holding his
robe together, the robe fell open to reveal his nakedness and aroused
she could protest he was across the room and had mounted her. She did not want this, but in the time
she hesitated to call out, not wanting to get him into trouble, he was inside of
her with his loins pumping franticly.
Already she knew it was to late and with many years of pent up passion
she held onto his buttocks. Seconds
later, like the eruption of a volcano after many years of being dormant, she
arched her back in a low moan of pleasure.
In her passion lifting the heavy man with ease and driving his manhood
even deeper as the whole world exploded around her.
passed before anyone at the hospital knew Lynn was pregnant and by then it was
to late for an abortion. The drugs
and alcohol she used in her younger years had all but destroyed her kidneys and
liver, not to mention her stomach and other internal organs. More than once through the nine months
of pregnancy she came close to losing the fetus. When the baby was finally born, her body
weak and unable to handle the stress, Lynn passed away. The state, unable to find any relatives
or friends to take care of the baby boy, sent him to the sisters of a local
orphanage. For eighteen years Paul
knew of no other way of life except what the sisters at the orphanage had taught
him. However, with the exceptional intelligence inherited from the man that had
sired him, he breezed easily through grade and high school. On his eighteenth birthday he was
surprised when a corporate lawyer came to the orphanage to see
You may call me Mr. Carson, the
lawyer informed Paul as he reached out to shake his hand.
“I’m an old friend of your
mothers, he said in a gentle voice, while at the same time motioning for Paul to
sit across the table from him. Then
for the next two hours Mr. Carlson told him about his mother and how years ago,
in their ”Hippie Days” she and he had been very close
A short time before you were born,
your mother gave me, and another stockbroker friend of hers, power of attorney
over her fortune. Her wish was that
we continued investing and handling the money until you became eighteen years of
age, at which time everything would be handed over to you. The time is now Mr. Carson ended, a warm
smile playing across his lips.
You mean I have some money coming
to me? Paul asked with a note of
surprise in his voice.
You are really a very wealthy man,
Mr. Carson explained, as he opened a briefcase lying on the table beside him and
began taking out official looking documents from it.
“I...I’m filled with so many
different kind of emotions right now I don’t know what to say, Paul
mumbled. Of course I never knew my
mother or even if she had any relatives, I had resigned myself to struggle
through my life alone.
Believe me, you will struggle very
comfortably Mr. Carson assured him, then he became very professional as he laid
the papers before Paul and took time to explain each one before either of them
the time Mr. Carson left the orphanage he had signed over to Paul all checks,
bonds, papers, and other properties making him an instant
it took him a few weeks before he fully realized what a complete turn around
this meant in his life, when the realization came to him he could do just about
anything in the world he pleased.
first act was to donate a large sum of money to the orphanage and the sisters
who had always been so good to him.
At the same time he arranged to keep a couple of rooms at the orphanage
until he finished college. With
money being no object now he could relax and live any style of life he chose,
but his insatiable thirst for knowledge would not allow it.
most of his eighteen years of life he had always been afraid of the secret
voices he so often heard, voices he tried to hide by burying them deep in his
subconscious. Voices he never told
anyone about. His biggest fear was
to be sent away to an institution like his mother for the rest of his
it was not until recently he began to realize they were not just voices he
heard, but other people’s thoughts.
When he first discovered this he was even more terrified, thinking he was
possessed by one of the demons the sisters often preached about. He never told anyone of this and used
all of his will power to keep the voices from his mind, but still some managed
to slip through.
the end of his second year of college Paul met a lovely young woman he would
one-day end up marrying. It all
happened in the hushed silence of the old college library, in one of the dim lit
isles between the shelves, when he was looking for a particular
in his search among the long row of books, he never noticed the young woman who
stopped beside him in the aisle until they both reached for the same book. In one quick glance, as their hands came
together only inches from the book, he was taken aback by the beautiful face
before him, a face framed in ringlets of jet-black hair barely reaching down to
cover her ears. While at the same
time two deep sparkling gray eyes held him locked into them for a time. Through all of this dazzle and beauty he
could still smell the mustiness of the old wood and books which always hung
heavy in the library, the odor seeping through to mingle with her delightful
light laugh escaped the young woman’s bow shaped lips, when the suddenness of
their encounter passed and her face lit up in a heart-wrenching
“Oh I’m sorry, she apologized, the
sweetness of her voice and smile keeping Paul unable to answer for a
it turned out the textbook they were both looking for was the last remaining in
the library on the subject they needed, so they agreed to share it. Then for the next couple of hours they
worked side by side among exchanges of small talk. When Paul finished his research and made
ready to leave, he shuffled his papers and books together two or three times
hoping the young woman would look up from her work and say
“Would you care to stop after for
coffee and ...?” he finally blurted out unable to finish the sentence, surprised
at his own forwardness and sure his face was beet red when she looked up at
Canty, looked up from the notes she had been jotting into a loose-leaf binder
and hesitated a few seconds, her oval face caught perfectly in the overhead
light hanging from the ceiling.
Again his breath left him as he gazed down into her gray eyes and pouting
lips waiting for an answer. For a
brief moment it seemed that the library and everything else in the world ceased
to exist and he and Kelly existed alone in time and space.
“I think that would be nice, she
finally replied, a warm smile dancing across her lips, the sound of her voice
wrenching his mind back to reality.
“I only have a few more paragraphs
to finish, she explained, turning back to write in her notebook for a few more
clock in the high tower above the main building of the campus was striking
eleven o’clock, when Paul finally said goodnight to Kelly at the door to her
dormitory. They had sat for over
three hours in a small coffee shop talking and comparing notes and in general
getting to know each other better.
Paul was happy to learn they were both taking the same courses, but
unhappy their classes were at different times. A problem he would soon rectified by
changing his own classes. For the
first time in his life Paul found someone he really loved and cared for, then as
time passed, and after meeting her parents, he began to think of them as
family. In return Kelly doted on
him like a mother, always making sure he got plenty of rest and ate right. During all of this time they fell
deeper and deeper in love, Paul knowing in his heart no other woman could ever
interest him or could compare with Kelly.
All he wanted in life now was to always be with her.
had a different meaning for him since he found Kelly, but still there was so
much to learn. On many occasions he
was late for his meetings with her, his excuse always that he was in some
experiment or class project.
Usually after one of these occurrences happened he would buy her some
expensive gift to make up for his thoughtlessness.
time passed and after three years of being almost inseparable Paul and Kelly
graduated college and made plans to marry.
Even then it seemed he could not do enough for her and continued to
shower her with expensive gifts, one of them a house on the outskirts of
Chicago. In truth, the house was a
small mansion sitting on a secluded hill surrounded by a huge grove of trees,
the only access to the mansion being a long driveway running up from the street
the wedding Kelly’s mom and dad flew up from their home in Florida and stayed in
one of the guestrooms of the mansion.
The attendance of the wedding and reception, held on the enormous lawn
surrounding the mansion, was very small.
The main reason being most of Kelly’s people lived in Florida and Paul
knew only the sisters at the orphanage and Mr. Carlson. Still it was a beautifully catered
wedding and everything came off perfect.
When the reception was over Kelly’s mom and dad returned to Florida and
Paul and his bride went off to Europe for a two-month honeymoon.
For the next year and a half
things went well for the newly weds, with the exception of Paul’s insatiable
need for knowledge that always kept him on the go. Sometimes he went away for weeks at a
time on some journey or other to investigate something, or meet others that
seemed to be possessed with the same strange afflictions he had. On many of these occasions Kelly was
left at home alone to fend for herself. To ward off the boredom at these times,
she began to attend parties her ex-college friends held and began drinking
evening she was introduced to a young man named Norman, the younger brother of a
well to do friend. Being an
adventurer and having recently returned from a mountain climbing expedition in
Europe, he held Kelly captive with his daring tales of adventures. All evening Kelly found herself dancing
with Norman or by his side, then at the end of the evening, and after many
drinks, she allowed him to escort her home.
she was shocked the next morning to find her self in bed with him, but with the
damage done she continued to see him in secret even after Paul returned home.
The tempting of fate becoming an exciting game of intrigue and danger, once
stripping naked on the lawn, in the full light of the moon, and having sex with
Paul asleep the bedroom above.
Paul’s birthday Kelly arranged to have a party for Paul and invited many of her
friends. However with most of her
friends knowing of her relationship with Norman, the party turned out to be a
big mistake and almost the end of everything for her and Paul.
would Paul reach out to read Kelly’s thoughts or let her thoughts enter his
mind. In his heart he believed her
thoughts should be her very own and private. In fact, it was by practicing different
methods of keeping her thoughts from entering his own mind, he learned to close
his mind to others. With this
newly developed talent he was also able to keep his mind closed to the other
voices and thoughts haunting him for so long. On occasion he opened his mind to reach
out and practice with, what he now thought of as his skills, and it became like
a private game to figure out which person around him a thought had come
the evening of his birthday party they greeted each of the fifteen or sixteen
couples as they arrived, then later mingled with them in the large
music of a stringed quartet filled the big room as many of the guests danced,
while others stood around chatting and sipping drinks. Midway through the evening Paul was
standing in a small alcove before a set of French doors, which opened out onto a
veranda and the garden beyond.
Glancing around the huge room, and pleased with himself for finally
managing to break away from a young couple that had cornered him, he wondered
where Kelly had gone.
the room he noticed the young woman who had come to the party with her brother,
the one Kelly introduced nonchalantly as Gloria and her brother Norman. He also noticed how Gloria’s eyes darted
around the room nervously when she saw him glancing around, so he glanced around
to see who the young women’s brother might have paired up with. However he could not see the man
anywhere and when he glanced back to the young woman, he found her staring at
him with a strange look in her eyes.
a brief instant he opened his mind to learn what she was thinking, unprepared
for the ugly images of Kelly and Norman he found there. Slamming his glass down on the nearby
piano in a fit of rage, he glanced around the room again. The pain filling his chest like an arrow
through his heart, continuing to deepen as he opened his mind further and found
most everyone in the room knew of their intimacy. Then the most crushing blow of all came
to him when he felt the passion and lust of two people entwined on the floor of
the gazebo in the garden.
seconds he was across the lawn to the gazebo to stand silently above the
entwined pair on the floor, who amid groans and sighs their passions mounted and
they climaxed with a shudder.
“Kelly..! Paul cried
uncontrollably, the couple parting in a blur of motion, in their nakedness
jumping to their feet to grab for their clothes. For a while he stood staring into Kelly
eyes reading there the many times she and Norman had been together, and then
without a word he turned and walked from the gazebo and disappeared down the
from the mansion he hailed a cab to down town Chicago, where he walked the
streets of the city for many hours.
On one occasion he even entered into a bar and ordered a drink, but
alcohol never one of his vices he left the bar without touching the drink and
the second day after walking away from the gazebo, the early morning sunlight
found him entering a park where he all but collapsed onto one of the park
benches. The throbbing pain in his
legs almost matched the pain in his chest, because he had walked continuously
through the night and then all through the day, then through another night. Now the warm rays of the sun lulled him
to sleep and it seemed only seconds later a policeman woke him and asked if he
was noontime and he had slept the morning away curled up on the
“I came by here this morning and
saw you lying there, the policeman told him. “I could tell by your clothes you were
not a vagrant so I let you sleep, but when I returned a few minutes ago and
found you still here I became a little worried. I’m glad your okay, but I don’t think
it’s a good idea for you to sleep here in the park,” he finished, then with a
smile he turned and moved off down the parks walkway.
ache in Paul’s chest had not eased in any way, but he knew he must pull himself
together and get some food into his stomach. Outside of the park he hailed a cab and
asked to be taken to the nearest YMCA.
his thirst for knowledge, which encompassed almost everything, Paul’s favorite
subject had always been Egypt and its surrounding countries. It was there he spent most of the next
eight or nine months digging in the sand, looking for old tombs, with a young
archaeologist acquaintance he had known since college.
ache filling him when he thought Kelly in the arms of another man like a heavy
weight carried on his shoulder, no matter where he went or how he tried he could
not dislodge the pain.
each passing month he found the weight easing a little although he knew in his
heart he was not getting over her, he was at least able to sleep nights without
her constantly in his dreams. At
times he even found himself engrossed in his work with no other thoughts in his
months passed and one day the museum his archaeologist friend worked for ordered
them to a new sight along the banks of the Nile River, where some workmen
building a new road there had uncovered some ancient ruins they wanted team to
a few weeks of digging at the new site the crew of workmen exposed what proved
to be the four or five thousand-year-old house of a very wealthy man, the site
yielding up many ancient artifacts.
one evening, the sun already having set in the west and coolness already
dissipating the heat of the day, Paul sat alone amidst the jumbled pile of
masonry that had once been the walls of the house. The workers had gone home for the
evening and a stillness filled the air, while above a millions stars lit up the
vast night sky.
of Kelly started to enter his mind, but he was able to push them aside and
glance around into the semi-darkness of the night. In his mind he tried to reach back in
time and imagine the people who lived and died in the house once standing
here. Almost seeing, in his minds
eye, the many servants moving about the large house doing chores and their
of this he climbed from the masonry to return to camp, however only a short
distance from where he had been standing a strange thing happened. When in his minds eye came the strong
image of a small chamber filled with treasures of gold and jewels, the image
causing him to stand unmoving wondering what it could mean.
when he began to move away the image disappeared from his mind like snapping off
a light switch. For a few moments he stood there puzzled before stepping back a
few feet to find the vision flicked back into his mind. Experimenting, he moved in one direction
then the other to find the image of the treasure room came to him in only in a
ten or twelve-foot area, and from under the pile of stone masonry he stood
on. What he was able to envision
was a mystery to him, but he was certain below all of the masonry and rubble was
a room containing treasures that boggled the mind.
back to camp he informed his archaeologist friend of his experience and in the
morning led him to the spot. By
noontime of the same day the crew had moved the masonry and dug down less than
six feet into the sand, where they unearthed a stone room filled with
months, constant pleas from Kelly and her parents, by way of mail and telephone
calls, followed Paul wherever he was in the world. Until one day he agreed to return home
and try to reconcile his marriage with her. The year without Kelly had been hell for
him and although she had been untrue to him, he still yearned to hold her close
day the taxi drove up the long driveway to the mansion and stopped by the front
door, he climbed from it excitedly and tried to quiet his jumping nerves. Still he was unprepared for the feeling
overcoming him when Kelly opened the door and stood before him.
that instant his heart began pounding wildly and his legs threatened to give
away under him, having all he could do to keep from taking her in his arms and
crushing her to him. However it
would be days later, and after many hours of talk, before anything like that
he finally did take her into his arms, it was on a warm sunny afternoon when the
two were out walking in the woodland area behind the mansion. Talking in soft
tones they turned down the pathway through the trees to the small-secluded pond
behind the house where Kelly again begged for his forgiveness, swearing he was
the only man she ever loved. But
Paul remembered the memory of those first painful months, and although in his
mind he wanted so much to take her in his arms and crush her to him, he could
only watch as she let the light summer dress she was wearing slip from her
shoulders to the ground. Then for a
brief moment stand there like a naked goddess before diving into the cool waters
of the little pond.
a while he stood in the tall grass staring after her as she swam lazily in the
cool water. Then, like a swimmer
testing the water before jumping in, he opened his mind to hers for an
instant. What he found there was a
deep honest sorrow and a longing for him that filled him with excitement, then
again he opened his mind and let her thoughts and memories tumble into his
since the night in the gazebo, a memory she tried to wipe unsuccessfully from
her mind, she had become a recluse.
Not only would she not attend any of her old friends parties, she would
not even associate with any of them refusing their calls. What she done to Paul
was an evil thing and she hoped and prayed God and Paul would forgive
reading these thoughts in her mind and knowing her sorrow was genuine, he
splashed into the pond fully clothed and quickly gathered her into his
arms. Later, after making love in
the tall grass beside the pond for a time, returning to the house hand in hand
to inform her parents of their new vows.
With the heaviness lifted from his heart he felt light and full of
happiness, celebrating by taking Kelly dinning and dancing almost every evening
for the next couple of weeks.
the last evening before Kelly’s parents were to return to their home in Florida,
the four of them remained at home to have a quiet dinner. When the evening wore on and bedtime
approached, they said goodnight to her parents and retired to their own
bedroom. After making love in the
privacy of their bedroom Paul kissed her good night and eventually drifted off
to sleep and dream.
his dream Paul had somehow fallen into a deep black pit and was struggling
franticly to climb out of it, but each time he clawed his way to the top some
evil in the darkness below pulled him back. Yet whatever was pulling at him could
not seem to get a good grip, its claws passing through him like he was a phantom
and worn he emerged from the blackness and opened his eyes to find he was in his
own moonlight filled bedroom, but unable to believe his eyes. For there hovering over the naked body
of his Kelly was the dark figure of a naked man. The man had bitten deeply into her neck,
while around its lips, which, pressed tightly to her flesh, a small amount of
blood seeped and dripped onto the white sheets below her. With a startled cry for help, he leaped
to his feet grabbing for a hunting knife he kept in a bedside stand. Then knife in hand he turned and lunged
back across the bed, the knife flashing in an arc towards the dark
a brief instant in time everything seemed to pause, when the door swung open and
Kelly’s parents stood in the doorway gaping at the grizzly scene before
them. Their eyes taking in Paul as
he stood there wild-eyed and naked holding the knife in his hand, then to the
bed, where, with a gapping wound in her neck and the last of her blood gushing
onto the already saturated sheets, lay their daughter Kelly.
murder trial lasted a grueling six months and although he hired the best
attorneys and detectives money could buy, no one was able to find the mysterious
dark stranger he claimed was by his bed that evening.
and pain filling him, his thoughts in a constant turmoil over the loss of his
Kelly, he knew the figure he seen in his bedroom was no figment of his
imagination. Still, no matter how
he tried he could not explain how the figure vanished so abruptly. When the jury
pronounced him guilty and the court sentenced him to life in prison, he vowed
immediately he would somehow find the answers.
newspapers and television media had a field day at Paul’s expense during the
trial, most naming him a modern day Jack the Ripper. The latter starting when the coroner
testified that, “although the bed-sheets beneath Kelly’s body were blood soaked,
a large volume of blood was unaccounted for.” After that statement the prosecutor for
the state tried to convince the jury Paul had drank most of her blood. Although he vehemently denied it the
thought had already been planted in the jurys mind and had a lot to do with his
first three weeks in prison was spent laying on his bunk going over every aspect
of the trial in his mind. In time
he was able to remember every word uttered in the courtroom. Realizing with much dismay, with the
evidence against him the prosecutor and jury had no other choice but to find him
the months that followed he lay each evening in the darkness of his cell
listening to the many thoughts of the prisoners around him. After a while learning to screen out
thoughts he did not want as the mind reading became a game with him.
times when the prisoners were in the exercise yard he picked up a single thought
from someone’s mind and looked around trying to find which person the thought
came from. By the end of the first
year he developed and fine-tuned his mind reading abilities. No longer did he
need to see where the thoughts came from, because with each controlled thought
came the image of that person and that persons immediate
was only by accident in the prison exercise yard one afternoon, he realized he
could project his thoughts and will with a marginal success into the mind of
another person. The incident
happened when an older prisoner, seated on a bench with his back to some
horseshoe pits talking with friends, was unaware of a misguided steel horseshoe,
which slipped from one of the players hand, hurtling towards the back his head
while Paul looked on horrified.
Knowing the horseshoe would strike before he or anyone else could warn
the man, the thought for the old man on the bench to turn his head away leaped
into Paul’s mind. The incident was
over when the horseshoe whizzed by the old mans head leaving only a grazing
streak of dirt across his ear and cheekbone.
old man, his back to the horseshoe pits and unaware of the steel missile
hurtling towards him, had involuntarily jerked his head away in time. Everyone witnessing the incident
shrugged it off as a stroke of luck on the old mans part, but Paul knew
had happened here, something he would study and nurture and if possible hone to
a fine edge.
months later, with the help of his mind reading ability, he managed to wrangle
himself a job working in the front office where prisoners met their
visitors. His duties here were to
keep the large visiting room clean and when a prisoners visiting time was over,
and they returned to the cellblock, he was to wipe down the table and straighten
the chairs for the next set of visitors.
“Straford! Get another chair
for that empty table, the next prisoner is allowed three visitors, a burly guard
barked across the visiting room at Paul, then glanced again at the visitors pass
before turning to unlock the heavy barred door and let the three visitors
So! They have special passes for three
Paul mused, quickly entering into the guards mind to see what the pass looked
like before the image of it faded from his mind.
an hour later, while rearranging other chairs, he glanced up in time to see a
different guard getting ready to unlock the gate to let in more visitors. As was the norm the visitors handed
their pass through the bars of the door before entering the guardroom. The guard would then read the name of
the prisoner aloud and another guard sitting at a nearby desk telephone into the
cellblock for the prisoner.
will be a good a time as any to make my test,
Paul thought, quickly reaching into the guards mind as he read the visitors
pass showed the prisoners name and number on the first line, below this, in a
box labeled number of visitors, a number two was stamped. Beside the number was the name of the
you are seeing is the number three in the box and three names beside
Paul projected into the guards mind, then stood watching while the guard read
the pass over a couple of times. It
seemed to Paul the babble of voices from the prisoners and visitors filling the
hall all afternoon had suddenly come to a hushed, perspiration running down his
armpits as he waited.
“Straford! Put another chair at the next table, the
guard called to him, looking down at the pass bewildered when only two people
entered and took a seat at the table.
mind, the guard called back, after Paul withdrew the thought from his mind and
the guard looked at the pass again.
have you now; Paul
glowered to himself, when he realized how easy it had been to plant the thought
in the guards mind, already his own mind racing and making plans. On visiting day two weeks from today I’m
walking out of this place, he promised himself.
a trustee Paul was allowed to wear black pants and a white shirt while he
preformed his duties on visiting day, and this day to weeks later was no
different. The two weeks just
passed seemed like months, but now that it was here the morning flew by and he
was here in the guardroom amidst the babble of voices and people.
cool and comfortable, the huge guardroom seemed warm and sticky this day and
some of the visitors removed their suit coats. Paul watched carefully when one
particular visitor removed a sport-jacket and hung it over the back of his
chair. All afternoon Paul had been
watching the gate where the guard let the visitors into the guardroom, waiting
for more than two people to enter at the same time.
the guard received a three-visitor pass though the barred gate and read the
prisoners name to the other guard.
that visit is over these three guys are going to have trouble getting out of
chuckled to himself waiting to see which table the guard led the visitors
to. However when he glanced up and
saw the guard sitting at the desk staring at him he was shocked, for a second
his confidence beginning to collapse.
told him self, quickly reaching into the guards mind to find the guards thoughts
were on something else entirely.
the next half-hour Paul had all he could do to keep his mind from what he was
about to do, then when the time came and it began to happen he found himself
covered with perspiration.
by the guard their visiting time was over, a few of the prisoners moved to the
rear of the guardroom to be let back into the cellblock. The visitors, seven of them from
different tables, approached the guard at the gate and again showed their passes
as they passed out of visiting room.
blood pounding in his veins, pumped up by fear and excitement of what he was
attempting, he moved quickly between the tables and snatched the sports coat
from the back of the chair and slipped it on. When the seven merged at the gate he was
among them instantly starting a conversation with one of the men. When the guard read the pass, which the
man Paul was talking to handed him, Paul willed him to see the number three
where two was and the names of three visitors. Then by the time they passed through the
gate and reached the driveway at the front of the prison, Paul’s cloths where
soaked with sweat and his legs threatened to give way beneath him.
aboard the bus waiting to carry the visitors to the parking lot away from the
prison, he put the memory of him self in the drivers mind so he would not
“I’ve done it, he
thought, sighing to himself, laying his head back against the seat, while his
body went limp and weak from exhaustion as the bus pulled away from the
the proceeding months before his escape, Paul arranged with Mr. Carson to sell
all of his stocks and bonds. The
cash, a vast fortune, was to be place in different accounts around the country
where Paul could readily get at it when needed.
months after his escape from prison, his hair grown down over his ears and
sporting a beard, Paul was able to move about freely. In his wallet he carried a forged
drivers license identifying him as Greg Morrison, a writer. Under this name, and by depositing large
amounts of cash in certain banks, he was able to get credit cards and checking
accounts. In one of the high-rise
buildings in the busy city of Chicago, he leased an expensive apartment. Then from there he started his search
for the killer of his wife who he now was beginning to believe was a
On that first night Ravon came to
the mansion and forced the window screen to enter the bedroom, he found a naked
young man and woman asleep on the bed.
Naked himself, after changing from a bat to human form, he moved like a
silent shadow to the bedside where, with a wave of thought that should have put
both the naked figures into a deep sleep, he leaned close over the form of the
practiced deftness he clamped his lips tightly to the soft skin over the young
woman’s jugular vein, his sharp fangs easily puncturing through the soft flesh
to enter the walls of the huge pulsing vein within.
silent sigh of ecstasy and contentment washed over him as the woman’s thick warm
blood spewed forth down his throat.
Only once did her body convulse before, with a swoon like sigh, she
surrendered to him and lay back on the pillow in silence. Drinking deeply from the font beneath
him his eyes casually lifted toward the young man laying only inches away on the
bed, a man that should have been in a deep trance under the spell he had
cast. To Ravon’s surprise he found
the man awake and staring at him as he hovered over the naked woman. Shocked at this turn of events he ripped
his fangs from the victims throat, the swift movement tearing open the flesh of
the wound and allowing the remaining blood to spew out onto the sheets below
a cry of alarm the young man leapt from the bed to attack him with a knife, but
with unseen speed Ravon moved away and exited the room the same way he had
entered. Then for a while he hung
outside the windowsill watching the young man standing there and looking around
the room dumfounded.
instantly the door to the bedroom flew open and an older man and woman stood
staring into the room. Suddenly a
wail of anguish filled the room as the woman rushed to the bedside where she
lifted the body of the young woman to her bosom, the older man rushing to the
telephone to call the police before turning to stare at the naked figure of Paul
clutching the ugly knife.
“What have you done to my
daughter?” the older man cried out, beating against the young man’s chest with
the young man could only stand there naked and unmoving, remaining there until
the police arrived.
now of the goings on in the bedroom and angry for loosing his victim, Ravon
dropped from the window and with a few lazy sweeps of leathery wings moved away
from the house into the darkness.
In the back of his mind was some concern about why the young man was able
to resist his command to sleep, but try as he may he could not push the thought
from his mind. The incident had
surprised and amused him, yet from somewhere deep inside a warning nudged the
edges of his senses.
and a half years passed since the incident with the young man, the memory of the
incident stored away, with millions of others, in the back of Ravon’s mind. As usual he existed and hunted at his
leisure, always making sure the dried husks of his many victims were carefully
disposed of. It was a rare occasion
when someone found the hidden remains of one of his victims and a small article
appeared in the back pages of the newspaper. The article told how the dried corpse of
a very old woman was discovered in the airshaft of an abandoned warehouse by a
homeless derelict. The police
having no idea who the woman could be or how her body ever ended up
Paul, who studied the newspapers carefully everyday looking for strange
happenings, read the article two or three times unable to connect it in any way
to what he was looking for. Then
three weeks later another article about the same corpse appeared in the
seemed the city had not been able to find anyone to claim the body found in the
warehouse, so the body was turned over to the state medical school for the
students to dissect and study. It
was there some strange things became evident about the corpse, when outside of
the fact the body was bloodless, the organs showed no signs of the usual
aging. In fact the organs were much
like those of a twenty-year-old woman.
The incident caused quite a stir at the medical school but to this day it
all remained a mystery.
the article over a few times, Paul thought it might give him some clue to the
Vampire’s trail and he quickly moved to follow it through.
the county court house he obtained the police records of the incident and
learned who the homeless man was that found the body, also where the warehouse
was located. Later that same day he
secreted himself in the huge, abandoned, warehouse to watch and wait. Knowing if the homeless man, whose name
he had found in the court records to be William Murry, came into the warehouse
from any side of the building he would see him.
Murry, the man the newspapers referred to as Bill, was a decorated war hero of
the Viet Nam Conflict. Like many
other veterans of that era he came home from the war to find his peers jeering
and heckling him. Then unable to
find work, like many other veterans affiliated with the war, he went off
somewhere to be alone, and like many of the others he turned to alcohol for
solace. Bill was an orphan like
Paul, but he had gone straight from the orphanage into the army where he
believed he had finally found a home.
Two years later the Viet Nam conflict started and Bill’s unit was one of
the first to go.
was early morning, before dawns light and after a long fruitless night of
waiting, when Paul sensed someone nearing the warehouse and quickly opened his
mind to his or her thoughts. As
Paul hoped, that someone turned out to be the vagrant Bill and he could sense
Bill’s wariness and fear as his eyes scanned the warehouse carefully before
one fleeting instant, through Bill’s eyes and memory, Paul saw the darkened
fourth floor interior of the warehouse.
Then there in the blackness of the night, with only a small amount of
moonlight seeping in through many dirty and broken windows, he saw a dark figure
move noiseless in the moonlight at the far end of the warehouse. Leaning forward among the pile of empty
cardboard cartons where he slept, Bill watched the figure that was only a black
silhouette as it passed by the windows.
Then when he glanced toward the next window opening expecting to see the
figure pass by again, the only silhouette he saw was that of a bat exiting out
through the empty window casing.
For a while he stared after it out through the open window until finally
the effects of the wine overtook him again and he passed out.
Paul withdrew from the depths of Bill’s mind, as Bill pushed the dark thoughts
from him self and entered the dark warehouse. For a few minutes he stood inside the
doorway glancing around nervously unable to see Paul who was sitting in a far
corner, before disappearing into the stairwell to the second floor, the sound of
his footsteps echoing loudly throughout the empty building as he climbed the
when he reached the top floor and his nest of cardboard cartons, did the
footsteps stop and soon after he was fast asleep. Not long after Bill’s accent to the
fourth floor Paul left the warehouse and returned to his apartment.
was mid afternoon before Paul returned to the warehouse and parked his car
across the street from it, then again entered the building to take up his
he had left the warehouse earlier that morning he was Certain Bill would sleep
most of the day away, knowing this he relaxed when he reached his apartment,
took a hot shower and had breakfast.
With this done he leaned back onto his bed pillow to mull over the events
of the morning.
has seen something in the old warehouse.
Something that frightened him enough so that he doesn’t want go near the
place again after dark,
he mused. It must be more than
that one incident I saw in his mind that’s bothering him. I guess the only way I am going to find
out is to somehow engage him in a conversation and see what its about, and
with this last thought fading from his mind Paul drifted off to
next morning, in old clothes bought from a second hand thrift store, Paul waited
by the abandoned warehouse for Bill to appear again. Then around noontime the scraggly figure
of Bill emerged from the building and shuffled away.
back, so as not be noticed, Paul followed on foot to a small hole in the wall
“Cup of coffee,” Paul said,
nodding to a man behind the counter wearing a dirty apron over his street
clothes, as he slid onto one of the squeaky stools beside Bill. Then, with the old clothes and a scruffy
beard helping his disguise, he turned to the unsuspecting Bill.
“Mind passing the sugar?” he
asked, gesturing with a flip of his hand towards the glass sugar shaker sitting
in front of Bill, then with a quick snap of his hand caught it when Bill slid it
down the counter to him.
“Had some luck and scored a quart
of Muscatel this morning,” he mumbled, while pouring some of the sugar into his
coffee. Then with a grin glanced up
at Bill and patted a paper sack he had tucked into the pocket of the old army
fatigue jacket he wore. “Care for a
swig or two?” he offered.
later, as the afternoon shadows began to grow longer, he sat with Bill on a park
bench sharing the bottle of wine and swapping stories. During this time reaching deep into
Bill”s mind to learn what he could.
many occasions Bill had looked for honest work trying to straighten him self
out, and many times refused work when the employer found he was a Viet Nam
Veteran. On one occasion he did
manage to land a job as a shipping clerk in a small manufacturing firm, and for
those three months he stayed away from the bottle. Near the end of the three-month period
the manager of the firm, an anti-war Activist, somehow discovered he was a Viet
Nam Veteran and let him go.
“The company has no need for
killers like you to be working here,” the manager told Bill out of earshot of
a few of these experiences Bill climbed deeper into the bottle, after always
reeking of alcohol and refused any kind of work. Now he existed on the small check he
received from the government each month, for the Purple Heart medal he was
awarded and carried hidden in his pocket.
A small token of the country appreciation for the wounds he received
while saving the lives of five men in his squad.
all of this, and much more about Bill’s personality, Paul liked what he learned
about the man, but continued to search his mind for more memories of the
warehouse. Then buried deep the depths of Bill’s mind he found two other
frightening memories of the warehouse.
These memories were so horrible Bill rated them above the ghastly and
appalling images he witnessed in Viet Nam, images he tried to keep hidden deep
in his mind but which all too often emerged like a bad dream to fill him with
evening around the first of the month, after he received his government check,
he returned to the warehouse to sleep off a bottle of wine he had purchased and
drank. Sometime in the early hours
before dawn he awoke, his mind in a hazy stupor from the alcohol he had
consumed, and saw a dark figure carrying something across the floor of the
warehouse. It was not until the
figure stopped near one of the windows, where the moonlight flooded in, that he
was able see that the object the figure carried was a young woman. The last memories registering in Bill’s
alcohol sopped mind before passing out again, was of the young woman’s head
lolling back to expose a long smooth neck and the figure drawing her close to
was then Bill thought he lost all reason, when to his horror the lips of the
figure pulled back to reveal two long teeth. Then to confuse his mind further the
figure inserted the long teeth deep into the white neck of the young woman, her
lips issuing a deep sigh and then silence.
In the misty fog like sleep, before he passed out again, he saw the
figure lift a grate from one of the old air vents and drop the body down into
Bill awoke late the next day the sun was streaming in through the warehouse
windows. And although his head
ached and was full of cobwebs from the wine he consumed the day before, he
somehow remembered what he thought was a bad dream and quickly glanced across
the warehouse. When he saw the
metal grate of his dream in the floor, a chill ran up his spine and he sat for a
long while staring across the warehouse at it. Then finally he rose to his feet and
gathered enough strength and courage to approach the vent and look down into
cold chill enveloped him when he peered into the darkness below and saw the
outline of a body, then he quickly stumbled away from the warehouse to the
nearest police station.
weeks after the police recovered the body from the warehouse vent, Bill dared
not go anywhere near the place.
Then early one afternoon, after sharing a bottle of wine with a friend,
he returned to the warehouse to sleep off the alcoholic stupor. Only meaning to sleep for a few hours
and get away from the warehouse before dark, he was surprised when he awoke much
later in the darkness of night.
Quickly he sat up among his nest of cardboard boxes trying clear his
mind, and wanting to get up and hurry out of the dreaded warehouse as fast as he
could, but it was already to late.
the far end of the warehouse bedside the old elevator shaft, which was covered
by two steel doors, one of the windows not only had the glass broken from it but
also the wooden sash. The moonless
night made the darkness of the warehouse almost complete, but in the few minutes
he sat trying to clear his mind the pale light of dawn began to fill the empty
the realization he slept the whole night through he made a move to get up from
among the cartons and flee the warehouse, but that very moment a movement in the
open space of the window caught his eye and for a few seconds something dark
hung in the opening. At first he
thought it was a large bird coming in through the window to nest, but his fears
deepened when he realized it was not a bird but a huge bat.
a quick flutter of leathery wings the ba’s form began to change and fill the
open space of the window frame, seconds later a naked young man stepped lightly
from the window frame to the floor of the warehouse. Then ignoring the rough wood and broken
glass spread over the floor, the young man moved quickly to the steel elevator
doors. Quickly catching his fingers
tips in the tight seam between the two doors, he easily pulled them apart and
disappeared into the darkness beyond.
a long while after the figure disappeared into the elevator shaft, Bill sat
unable to move, while even through the numbness of his stupor he could feel the
evil that had emanated from the dark terror.
from Bill’s mind Paul leaned back on the park bench in deep thought. Although he had learned all he could
about the warehouse from Bill’s mind, he now felt close to him and could not
leave him here alone like this.
would you like a good paying job?” he suddenly asked, standing and taking the
open bottle, still wrapped in the paper bag, from Bill, while for a few seconds
Bill stared up at him from where he still sat on the bench.
“Who’d give me a job like that?”
he mumbled, reaching for the bottle in Paul’s hand.
“I would,” Paul said, turning away
and gesturing with a wave of his hand for Bill to follow, then after tossing the
bottle into a trash barrel beside the bench moved off down the
a while Bill sat staring after him with a look of indecision on his face. Then with a shrug of his shoulders he
got up and began to follow, his eyes glancing only once toward the trash barrel
with the half full bottle of wine in it.
“I guess I really don’t have much
to lose by following you except that bottle of wine back there,” he told Paul,
pointing backwards over his shoulder with his thumb.
“You could do a lot worse,” Paul
assured him, as together they continued out of the park.
“I’m not really a derelict,” Paul
told Bill, stealing a secret sideways glance at him to see his reactions before
he went on. “I am really a writer
and I come down here dressed like this to get material for a novel I am working
on,” he lied.
“Then what would make you want to
hire a guy like me?” Bill asked,
and then as an after thought turned to him and said, “I’m nothing more than a
“Listen,” Paul told him, stopping
in the middle of the street they were crossing and looking Bill in the
“I need someone to help me that I
can really trust and depend on, someone who will do what I ask without asking a
lot of questions, I just have a feeling you’re that person,” he finished. Then turned away again and walked along
in silence until they came to his automobile parked almost across the street
from the warehouse. All the while
the conversation was going on Paul was reading the emotion and turmoil going on
in Bill’s mind, the gratitude Bill felt toward him for offering him the
“Climb in,” Paul said, sliding in
behind the steering wheel and reaching over to unlock the passenger
“I’ll be darn,” Bill quipped,
slipping into the passenger seat beside Paul. “Your not kidding are you?” he
said, shaking his head and glancing around at the interior of the
I’m not,” Paul assured him, noticing when he started the engine to drive away,
how Bill cringed and studied the dark windows of the warehouse.
day for the next three weeks, before sunset, Paul returned to the warehouse and
carefully hid himself among the cardboard cartons on the fourth floor. Hidden in the darkness he watched and
waited through each long night hoping to catch a glimpse of the dark figure Bill
had seen, hoping to prove to him self the creature that had taken his wife Kelly
and ruined his life really did exist.
Many nights as he sat there he fought to keep the painful memories of
Kelly from his mind, still the memories seeped into his conscious thoughts and
brought with them the pain and sorrow for the time they were separated. With all of his being Paul hated this
creature, this Vampire who cheated him of his happiness just when he and Kelly
were about to start anew. Somehow,
someway, he would find him and exact his revenge, at the same time prove to the
world he did not kill his beloved Kelly.
Sitting there in the darkness his thoughts wandered back to the terrible
night and the months following Kelly’s death.
the trial was still in progress he had Mr. Carson set up a dummy estate for the
mansion and lands around it and all his holdings. Behind the mansion, among the grove of
trees at the end of the garden, he ordered a white marble tomb erected to house
Kelly’s remains. The familiar ache
filled his chest now as these thoughts came to him and he glanced around the
warehouse trying to shake the memories from his mind, however nothing stirred in
the darkness so he bowed his head again and the memory of Kelly’s funeral passed
manacles and leg irons, guarded by two burly deputies, he attended Kelly’s
interment in the tomb behind the mansion.
With her casket lowered into the hollowed out block of white marble in
the center of the tomb, and the heavy marble cover closed and sealed over it, he
broke down. Sighing now at the
heart-wrenching memories, he shook the thoughts from his mind and peered into
the darkness of the warehouse again.
from somewhere down at the far end of the building, just for a fleeting instant,
he heard a light scraping sound and peered into the darkness where he could
barely make out the dark doors of the old elevator shaft. The windows on either side of the shaft
empty of glass or sash, starkly framed in the darkness by the hazy light of the
another sound reached his ears bringing him to full awareness as he struggled
with great difficulty to keep from reaching out with his mind to find out who,
or what, was causing the sound, but he knew opening his mind at this time could
be very dangerous.
hazy light of the window next to the elevator shaft suddenly looked like the
serene enchanted doorway to another world.
However the image was soon shattered when a quick movement was seen at
the bottom of the window, which he quickly identified as a hand reaching up over
the windowsill from the outside.
Then in the blink of an eye a tall dark figure swung up and filled the
window opening before stepping lightly to the rough wooden floor.
Paul knew this was the vampire creature that robbed him of his love and his
life, and now that he found him he feared the creature would hear the pounding
of his heart racing wildly in his chest.
Out through the window behind the vampire he could see a faint band of
light in the eastern sky heralding the coming of dawn, but the rays that would
fill the warehouse with sunlight and drive the creature to his den were still
minutes away. Then much to Paul’s
horror the vampire lifted a bundle it was carrying to its lips and Paul could
see the victim was a young man. In
vain the victim struggled to escape the vice like arms locked around him, but
with ease he was drawn to the vampires turned back lips and hideous
the fangs entered deeply into the victim’s neck and with a sigh he stopped
struggling and gave himself over to the creature. Seconds later the vampire and his victim
vanished into the elevator shaft, the doors closing behind them with a dull thud
that reverberated lightly through the empty warehouse.
after the sun was high above the horizon filling the warehouse with bright
sunlight did Paul dare to move, then on unsteady legs he hurried from the
dreaded warehouse to his automobile and sped away.
the next two days Paul remained in his apartment mulling over what he saw at the
warehouse with his own eyes. Bill,
who he let move into the spare bedroom of the apartment, was fast becoming his
right hand man and Paul kept him busy running errands and gathering supplies
they would need. On the morning of
the sixth day, with bright sunshine streaming in through the dirty and broken
windows, Paul once again entered into the warehouse and climbed the stairs to
the fourth floor.
old elevator in the warehouse had been broken and unused for many years and the
doors on the first three floors were boarded over, only on the fourth floor were
the rusted doors to the shaft still accessible. Here before the metal doors of the old
elevator Paul stopped and withdrew a curved wrecking bar from a canvas bag he
carried. Then after a quick glance
around he nervously turned back to the doors and wedged the wrecking bar between
the seams to pry them open.
with the advantage of the bar and using all of his strength he was only able to
open them about eighteen or twenty inches, wedging the bar under one of the
doors to keep them open. With a
wide beamed flashlight, which he also took from the canvas bag, he approached
the opening and glanced down into the dark shaft.
below, on what was the open flat floor of an old freight elevator, he saw what
looked like a half dozen bags of rags lying in a heap, the one glance enough to
tell him the vampire was not in this lair and he pulled away quickly. Yet something about the scene below
bothered him and he glanced down into the shaft again. Only this time when he
leaned in to look a breath taking odor filled his nostrils and the scene below
caused him to lunge back, yanking the bar free and letting the doors slam close
on some kind of a counterweight.
he was not fast enough to escape the horrible stench reeking up through the
shaft to his nostrils, the stench from the rotting bodies below he first thought
were bags of rags, and for the next ten minutes he leaned with his head out of a
window losing his breakfast.
Although new at hunting vampires, he knew the elevator shaft had to be
only one of the creature’s lairs.
It could be tomorrow, next month, or next year before the vampire
returned here again, realizing he would have to be patient and spend many nights
waiting and watching for its return.
three long weeks of patiently waiting in the dark warehouse each night paid
off. When on an exceptionally dark
morning, minutes before dawn, a figure suddenly appeared in one of the open
window frames and stepped to the floor.
Only a dark shadow, the figure hurried to the elevator doors and then
disappeared into the shaft.
Paul waited for sunlight to fill the warehouse, fighting hard to keep his mind
closed and his thoughts from the wooden stake and mallet he carried in his
canvas bag. Deep in his groin a
huge knot of fear pulsed and churned in keeping with the weakening of his
muscles and he found his breath coming in short gasps. When morning finally did arrived and the
bright sunshine flooded the interior of the huge warehouse, he again approached
and attacked the metal doors with the wrecking bar. This time he worked the tip of the bar
under the doors until he managed to get a four-foot opening between
the time he finished opening the doors a cold sweat was seeping from his pores
and the putrid odor wafting up the open elevator shaft took his breath
he placed a number of mirrors from the canvas bag in strategic places around the
open door, each mirror catching the direct rays of the sun and reflecting the
light downward to fill the shaft with sunlight. With this done he found his breath
coming in shallow gasps, not knowing if it was caused from excitement, fear, or
the putrid stench beginning to fill the warehouse. When he reached into the bag again for
some rope and moved to tie one end of it around one of the many support posts of
the warehouse, he was surprised to see how much his hands where
taking a few deep gulps of air by an open window he managed to tie the rope off
and lower the other end of it into the shaft, then from the canvas bag he took
out a mask and slipped it over his nose and mouth hoping to ease the stench from
below before glancing down into the shaft again.
below, still beyond the direct rays of the sunlight from the mirrors, he could
see a figure curled up in sleep beside the pile of bodies, so with a last
gulping breath, and before he could change his mind, he stepped over the lip of
the shaft and began to lower himself down the rope into the semi darkness
over hand he moved deeper into the shaft keeping his eyes cast downward for any
movement of the dark figure, his ears alert for the slightest sound. The
sunlight bolstering his courage he dared try to enter the vampires mind but
found it sealed to him like a steel box, also even with the mask the terrible
stench managed to seep through to his nostrils and almost gag him. After what seemed like an eternity his
feet touched the floor of the elevator and he fell quickly to one knee beside
the sleeping figure.
haste, with a wooden stake and mallet he carried with him, he rolled the figure
onto its back and set the stake point over its heart ready to strike with the
mallet. In that half second he knew
something was very wrong, because beneath the hand holding the stake he felt the
firm breast of a woman. Then an
agonizing scream escaped his lips, his body almost collapsing, when he glanced
up into the face of the vampire.
below him, the mallet poised and ready to drive a stake through her heart as she
slept, laid a young woman. The
dried blood smeared on her lips and chin in no way marring her familiar
beauty. Then to add to the
nightmare the sleeping eyes of the female vampire opened and stared up into his
own, the dried blood accentuating the shape of her pouting lips as she
“Hello Paul,” the deep sweet voice
of his departed Kelly whispered.
fall evening a lone bat flew lazily through the moonlight above a grove of trees
on a hilltop, while among the trees below, which in daylight dazzled the eyes
with their brilliant array of autumn colors, sat a lone mansion. It had been months since Ravon hunted
these particular suburbs and now on seeing the mansion below recalled the memory
of the young man that resisted his command to sleep, a young man who
inadvertently cheated him of the final blood of a young woman and caused him to
flee from the scene.
at the rear of the mansion, beyond the garden, he saw a gleaming white marble
structure that had not been there before.
Being curious he landed softly in front of the structure and changed to
his natural form to study it.
the memory of the young man’s trial returned to him, remembering how the news
media made so much of the young man having the tomb built for the woman he
a while he stood staring at the tomb and as he did a thought awakened deep in
his mind and raced to the surface.
in this tomb is the body of a young woman I have taken blood from. Although she died from loss of blood,
not all of which I my self drained, her body has my microbes. Even now while I stand here they are
dormant in her body that is neither dead nor alive.
a few moments longer he stood in thought, then, with a casual glance towards the
mansion where a lone light showed in one of the back rooms, he stepped forward
and easily forced the lock of the tombs steel door.
the middle of a fifteen by fifteen foot marble room, sat a huge block of white
marble hollowed out to hold a casket.
On top of the block sat a twelve-inch thick slab of the same marble,
polished smooth and sealed around its edges. Deeply chiseled into this lids curved
surface was the name Kelly Ann Straford.
excitement arose in Ravon now as he stood with his hands pressed lightly against
the cold marble lid staring down at the deep carved letters before
“In all of my existence as an
immortal I have never done what I am about to do,” he mumbled to himself, and
the more that he thought about it the more it accelerated him.
the greatest of ease he shoved the heavy marble lid back ripping it from its
seal and exposing the casket within, then with a flip of his wrist reached in
and opened the casket lid to reveal what had been Kelly Ann straford. Even after all these months her
body had in no way started to decay, the immortals microbes that entered her
blood stream when his fangs tore into her jugular vein had changed her
metabolism, and although her body would continue to dry and shrivel from lack of
moisture it would never die.
but for the lack of a few drops of my blood she can exist with amazing powers
and walk the nocturnal nights with me seeking warm human blood, which flows
freely in the many fonts of youth that are mortals. This will be a good
thought, as he continued to stare down into the casket. Slitting open a vein in his own wrist
with his fingernail he pressed the wound to the dried lips of the
the first thirty or forty seconds nothing seemed to happen before the immortal
microbes, exhilarated by the fresh blood of another immortal, woke in the corpse
and quickly began to regenerate the dried flesh.
later Kellys eyes snapped open and she reached up to grasp the blood-spewing
wrist to press it tighter to her sucking lips. A few more seconds passed and Ravon tore
his wrist away and commanded her to climb from the casket and stand before
am your master and maker,
his thoughts entered into her mind, then pleased with his newly acquired minion
he took her by the hand and led her away from the tomb. Somewhere in the darkness of the nearby
metropolis, spurred on by his command, Kelly avidly took her first young victim
and drained its blood.
horror and anguish filling Paul as he knelt on one knee ready to strike the
wooden stake through the vampires heart, caused him to drop the stake and mallet
to the floor of the elevator. The
noise disturbing the quietness and startling him even more.
he leapt away from the abomination before him and groped for the rope he swiftly
began to climb, his only thoughts were to flee the shaft and the evil that it
back Paul,” the sweet familiar voice of Kelly cried out to him several times
before he reached the opening, but her plea fell on deaf ears.
for breath Paul reached the fourth floor and in his weakness had all he could do
to pull himself over the lip of the shaft onto the floor. For a second or two he lay exhausted and
too weak to move, but the thought of the evil below spurned him on.
one quick glance back over his shoulder he jumped to his feet and kicked out the
bar holding the elevator doors open.
The last glimpse he had of the deep shaft before the doors slammed closed
was of the dark figure, which in life had been his beloved Kelly, reaching out
with her arms to lure him to her.
The image he received emanating from the mind of the thing was of her
sharp teeth entering into his neck.
was late afternoon by the time Paul finally returned to his apartment that
day. He had spent most of the day
walking the streets of the city aimlessly trying to calm him self enough to get
his thoughts together. The hatred
he held for the vampire who did this to his Kelly ran through his veins like
liquid fire. He knew that finding
and destroying the creature was the only thing that could quell the burning
inside of him. He also knew the
thing that had been his Kelly must also be destroyed, but the thought of harming
her himself, even knowing what she now was, was out of the question. With these last thoughts in mind he
returned to the apartment hoping to enlist the help of his newfound friend
shadows of evening crept into the corners of the living room by the time Paul
finished explaining to Bill who he really was and all that had
“I won”t blame you if you get up
and walk out of here,? he told Bill, then sat back and waited patiently for
a time Bill sat staring out through a set of open French doors, his mind in deep
thought. Again, in his minds eye he
could see the evil dark figure in the warehouse drinking the blood of the young
woman and without any doubt he believed all Paul told him. Paul had taken him, a worthless
alcoholic and bum, and given him a new chance at life and he was thankful for
this and the friendship Paul had shown him. Of course he would help, for Paul he
would do just about anything in the world.
with you all the way,” he said, reaching out to shake Paul’s hand.
now the vampires would franticly search him out and try to take his life now
that he knew of their existence, Paul and Bill hurried from the apartment to buy
equipment they would need to protect them selves.
they returned a short time later, they were loaded with packages, many of them
containing sunlamps, which they quickly set up around the apartment. Later, and for the remainder of the
night, they sat amid the sweltering heat of the lamps carefully laying out plans
for the future.
enough when Ravon heard of Kelly’s incident at the warehouse and how close Paul
had come to destroying her, he became enraged vowing to find and destroy
him. However it would be weeks
before he found Paul and by then it was already too late.
had arranged to have a mobile home set up for their living quarters in the
center of a huge deserted airplane hanger he purchased six or seven miles
outside of the city limits. Around
the huge hanger a tall chain-link fence was installed and along the fence a bank
of huge sunlamps lit up the area between the fence and the hanger.
the walls of the hanger were more sunlamps, these, the last ring of light and
safety from the vampire, were powered by two huge gas generators ready to kick
on immediately if the electric power failed for any reason. When the work around the hanger was
complete Paul and Bill moved into the safe haven ready to start the search for
“There he goes,” Paul told Bill,
five days later as they waited in a parked car near the entrance leading up to
the mansion. Their patience being
rewarded when an automobile he recognized as the caretakers, came down the
driveway and turned away down the road.
they climbed from the vehicle and hurried up the long driveway to the edge of
the woods behind the mansion and stood before Kelly’s tomb.
guess this is it,?” Paul sighed, pausing for a few seconds before the door. Then reaching out he found the door
swung easily open to his touch, the lock and hasp already torn from its casing
by Ravon, making a light scrapping sound as it dragged against the granite door
foreboding feeling came over Paul as he stepped inside the stone structure, the
memory of Kelly’s casket, sealed in the tomb, flashing before his eyes. The pain and mental wounds, which had
subsided somewhat after all this time, reopening with the shocking experience in
the old elevator shaft, now as he again stood before Kelly’s tomb a cold sweat
broke out over his body.
okay?” Bill asked softly, his
footsteps echoing in the empty stone tomb as he quickly crossed the floor to
stand with Paul before the marble block holding Kelly’s casket.
I guess I’m okay,” he replied in a soft broken voice motioning for Bill to give
him a hand. Then using all of their
strength, they strained to slide the heavy thick marble lid back and look down
at the casket inside. Again Paul
hesitated, his forehead beading with cold moister and his back and under arms
soaked with sweat.
with a sideways glance at Bill who held a sharp stake in one hand and a heavy
mallet in the other ready to strike, he reached down and threw back the lid of
the casket. However there was no
need for haste because the casket was empty.
God,” Paul cried out, staring down into the empty satin lining of the casket,
his breath, which he had been holding unknowingly, slowly escaping through
partly clenched teeth as a feeling of vertigo washed over him.
before them in the empty casket he could see the imprint where Kelly’s head had
laid for so long on the little pillow, causing him to wonder where it laid this
day. Closing the casket and
struggling to get the heavy lid back in place they hurried away from the
should have realized she wouldn’t return to her tomb for a while, it would be
too obvious,” Paul mumbled, glancing up in the direction of the mansion before
climbing into the automobile and driving away.
now?” Bill asked, glancing over at Paul and then down at his own hands that he
found were shaking.
don’t know.” Paul replied, “But I’m
pretty sure we won’t have to go looking for them anymore. When that sun goes down tonight they’ll
awake and know what we tried to do today and come looking for us.” Then no one uttered another word until
they drove into the safe compound inside of the airport hanger where Paul sat
for a time staring out through the windshield with a far away look in his
now I’ve tried to destroy the thing that was Kelly and both times I’ve failed,”
not going to get many more chances at it,” he went on, giving Bill a quick
glance before sliding out from behind the steering wheel.
When Ravon heard about Kelly’s
incident in the old elevator shaft with Paul he become furious. Now on hearing of Paul’s intrusion into
Kelly’s tomb and lair he was beyond raged, almost to a point of madness. The thought of this mere mortal becoming
a threat to him, or his minion, infuriated him to a point of being
reckless. That very evening he took
the first four victims he came upon and left their husks where they fell. However in the early hours before dawn,
when his anger subsided, he realized how his actions made their existence
perilous. Any mention of ether of
them in the news could bring the wrath of Khufu and Ural down upon them and he
shuddered when the thought of Lars fiery destruction came to mind.
must quickly remedy what I have done, he
thought, swiftly moving to the alleyway where he had taken his first
victim. Relieved to find the husk
of a young man still lying undisturbed where he dropped it, and quickly
disposing of it before hurrying to a lovers lane to find two other bodies he had
last victim, a young black women about eighteen or nineteen years of age, he
came upon as she and some friends left a movie house and walked home. When she said good night to her friends
at the entrance of the apartment building where she lived, then stepped into the
dimly lit hallway, the dark form of Ravon enveloped her and quickly drained her
was to this apartment house he now hurried, however he was disappointed when he
arrived and found a jumble of blue and red flashing lights and a crowd of people
around the front of the building.
Knowing someone found the remains, all he could do was stand and watch as
the Coroner loaded a black body bag into an ambulance.
it has begun, he
thought, his rage building again as he watched the ambulance move away from the
curb and drive off into the night.
Quickly he stepped into a nearby alleyway where he changed forms to a bat
and took to the air to follow the ambulance. Only seconds later catching up with the
vehicle and flying along above it, as the vehicles siren wailed and the red
lights flashing as it thread its way through the maze of streets below. After another few blocks, he realized
the situation was out of his hands now and he could do nothing to retrieve the
victim without further exposing himself.
With this in mind he turned away to continue his search for his mortal
antagonist Paul, certain he would find him and exact revenge on this mere mortal
who trifled with him one too may times.
it was two and a half weeks before he finally did locate Paul in the hanger
sanctuary outside of the city limits.
He found Paul’s mind closed and sealed to him, but the mind of Bill he
found open and easy to read. So he
quickly scanned the deep recesses of his mind to learn of there past actions and
future plans, surprised to learn they knew he was a vampire.
he finally converged on the hanger refuge as a bat, he was surprised to see it
awash in a pool of bright light.
Immediately he swooped down intending to land inside the fence near the
hanger, but when he tried to enter into the compound he found the light from
many sun lamps searing his flesh and he made a hasty withdrawal. His anger piqued even more now, he
retreated into the darkness of the nearby woods to hide and mull the situation
is so near and yet so far, and so darn clever,
Ravon thought, studying the brightly lit compound and surrounding area. Then his eyes fell on one of the tall
metal towers carrying the power lines and electricity to the burning
we will see who is clever my mortal friend,
he mumbled, and with one amazing leap landed on top of one of the metal
towers. There, with a sardonic grin
of triumph dancing across his lips, he reached down and yanked out the heavy
power lines bringing electricity to the compound and hanger. Then in an instant, before darkness
filled the compound, he leaped from the tower and raced to the mobile home and
the two mortals.
have you now, he
mumbled, reaching for the door handle.
However in that split second, his hearing being such that he could hear
the sound of a raindrop running down a windowpane, he heard the click of an
electrical relay. Then somewhere
behind the mobile home an engine started and the hanger was again flooded with
into the darkness,
was the only thought filling his mind, when searing light began burning his
flesh, and an instant later he was over the fence into the darkness of the woods
beyond. But it was to late and he
found his body blistering with welts from the sunlamps. Then as, he moved further away from the
compound he saw the welts begin to turn black and split open. Although he could feel no pain from his
seared body, the rays from the lamps had sapped his strength and left him weak
and unable to change forms.
sunlamps have done their job well, he
thought, studying the disfigurement and damage that was done to his body, If
it had been the direct rays of the sun I would be no more. Then for a short time he studied the
brightly lit compound from the darkness of the nearby woods. The only thing he could gather from
Bill’s mind was confusion and wariness of why the lights suddenly went out. A few minutes later he turned away from
the compound and moved off into the darkness.
hour later, not being able to move any faster then a mere mortal because of his
wounds, he emerged from the woods near a small town. The town was still asleep at this time
of the morning with four street-lamps lighting up a short stretch of stores and
businesses along its main street, the only other lights from a small diner near
the edge of town.
was to the rear of this diner he now moved and quietly melted into the dark
shadows behind a Dumpster to wait.
Through the windows of the diner he saw two men moving around inside
cooking and making ready to open for business, but in his weakened state he
dared not enter to take them. He
needed them both for strength, then after he gorged himself on their blood he
would find somewhere cool and damp where he could sleep safely for a number of
weeks until he healed.
band of silver gray light began to fill the horizon in the east, before the
young man finally emerged from the back door of the diner carrying a carton of
rubbish. When he neared the
Dumpster to drop the carton into it a cold hand clamped onto the back of his
neck and lifted him from his feet.
The hand drawing him into the dark shadows behind the Dumpster, where in
the faint light filtering through the diner windows a blackened and split face
drew towards him.
scream caught in his throat by the grip of steel like fingers was let loose, as
was all his body functions, when the charred lips of the horror before him
parted and revealed two long fangs.
Before the young man could draw another breath the fangs pressed against
his throat, then with little resistance punctured through the skin into his
jugular vein. His blood pumping
furiously, by the rapid beating heart, gushing freely from the wound as his
conscious thoughts melted away.
of its blood, Ravon let the remains of the young man drop to the ground and
quickly moved across the small alleyway to the back door of the diner. Where, in
response to the younger mans cries the older man hurried out to see what was
happening, when he did Ravon took him as well and drained him.
the bodies inside the diner, Ravon set fire to it and quickly moved off through
town to a graveyard high on a nearby hill.
the graveyard a rusted metal door, that had not been open for years, boasted the
presence of an old tomb. However on
closer inspection he could see the door hung askew leaving a space at the top
that would allow sunlight to enter.
Searching further he discovered a new grave at the rear of the cemetery
with most of the flowers on it still alive.
will do fine,
he thought, then with one last glance towards the east, and the rapidly widening
band of light that was dawn, he dropped to his knees and began to burrow into
the soft earth of the grave. Deep
under the earth he reached the grave liner and casket and crawled in on top of
the corpse to sleep. Here in the
cold dampness of the earth, in the silence of death, his ancient body could
weeks during the daylight hours, Paul and Bill searched every deserted building
and graveyard where a vampire might make his lair.
know we’ve just began to scratch the surface of the places he could be hiding,”
Paul told Bill one evening as they sat watching television in the safety of the
“I guess where doing the best we
can, each place we do eliminate brings us that much clos... he started to say,
when suddenly all of the lights around the compound blinked and went out. Seconds later the generators kicked into
action and the lights came back on again.
what do you suppose caused that?”
Paul asked nervously, glancing at Bill and not really expecting an
answer, before picking up the telephone and calling the Power
“It was the strangest thing,” the
man from the Power Company was telling Paul, the next afternoon after fixing the
power. “It looked like the lines
were just yanked apart,” he explained, shaking his head before climbing into his
big yellow truck and driving away out of the compound.
think we had a near miss last night,” Paul informed Bill, as they stood watching
the truck disappear down the road.
“Thank God for the generators.”
us hope were so lucky the next time,” Bill replied, turning away to stow the
equipment they would need for the next day into the trunk of Paul’s
morning their first priority was to check the elevator shaft in the old
warehouse, then Kelly”s tomb behind the mansion. Bill always stood ready with the stake
and mallet in his hand while Paul threw open the lid of Kelly”s casket, but so
far there had not been any trace of the caskets lining being
of late they had become brazen enough to drive the automobile up the long
driveway right to the tomb, but only after the caretaker left each
think maybe we should search this area today,
Paul was saying to Bill, as he pointed to
a circled area on a map he had laid out on the hood of the car.
again they had checked Kelly’s tomb and found it empty and not expecting the
caretaker to return for some time they stood leisurely by the tomb pouring over
know that area well,” Bill said, “when I was bumming I use to get back door
handouts from a couple of restaurants along there. It was a...! Bill started to say.
“Can I help you?” A man’s voice interrupted.
they glanced up quickly to see the caretaker, clad in a pair of clean overalls
and a blue work shirt, approaching them with a questioning smile on his
face. Although the man, who’s name
Paul knew to be Lenny, worked for him, Paul had never met him
“Hi! You must be Lenny,” Paul said, greeting
the caretaker and stepping forward with a smile on his face to shake the man’s
hand with enthusiasm.
Greg Morrison, a cousin of Kelly’s,” he lied, nodding towards the
and my associate here, William Murry, are visiting from the west coast, and
being as close as I was with Kelly,” he continued to lie, “I thought I might
come by and pay my respects. When
we couldn’t find anyone at home in the house we just came along to the tomb, I
hope you don’t mind?”
no!” Lenny assured him, shaking his hand now like an old friend. “If you’re Mrs. Straford’s cousin then
you’re family and you have all the right in the world to be here. You just come by anytime you like,” he
thank you Lenny, you may very well see us around here at times, most likely in
the mornings,” he informed him.
Then he turned back to Bill and the map while Lenny ambled off towards
the back of the mansion.
early morning summer sun had moved above the trees to the east and was beginning
to warm the damp morning air, in turn the warm air quickly evaporating the wet
dew of the grass. So like watching
time-lapse photography Paul could almost see Lenny”s footprints disappear from
the grass, as he moved away. Gazing
for a moment at the fading footprints, his nostrils filling with the sweet scent
of pine and green growing things of spring, Paul reached out to read Lenny’s
that solves one problem,” Bill quipped, nodding his head towards Lenny, his grin
quickly disappearing when he saw the somber face of Paul.
is it?” he asked, in a concerned voice, his gaze shifting from Paul to the
distant figure of Lenny ambling away.
just learned some very interesting news,” he said in a soft voice.
seems that our friend Lenny there,” he said, pointing with his thumb to the back
of the mansion where Lenny had disappeared, “has seen some strange goings on
near the woods behind the mansion,” he said, then went on and explained to Bill
what he learned but not how he learned it.
had slipped into Lenny’s mind for any information he may unknowingly have. What he found there had both surprised
and startled him.
two rooms at the rear of the mansion were totally separated from the rest of the
house and had their own private entrance.
The living and dining room consisted of one large comfortable room, while
the bedroom, though much smaller, was more than large enough to hold two chests
of drawers, a night table, and a bed.
had been when Lenny crawled into bed early one evening and glanced out the huge
bedroom window, that he saw a dark figure moving around near the tomb. On another occasion he saw a shadowy
figure join the first, this one coming from the direction of the tomb. Not being a brave man, he only watched
until the figures moved away, then pushed the memory of them from his conscious
meeting in the dark or Vampires?”
Paul wondered aloud, later that evening when they settled comfortably in
the sanctuary of the compound.
hard to say,” Bill said, his mind imagining the two dark shadowy figures coming
together behind the mansion like Paul told him.
it is them,” he said, nodding his head up and down in thought, “they may have
their lairs near the mansion somewhere,” then as an after-thought muttered,
“maybe somewhere in the cellar of the mansion itself.”
next morning they again drove up the driveway past the mansion to the tomb. For the sake of Lenny the caretaker, who
they knew had not yet left the grounds, opened the trunk of the automobile and
took out a large wreath of flowers.
morning,” Lenny called to them, hardly a minute later, as he shuffled towards
them from the rear of the mansion.
Paul said, returning the greeting casually. “Beautiful morning isn’t it?” he added,
closing the trunk of the car.
you have some flowers there for Mrs. Straford’s tomb,” Lenny remarked, nodding
his head in approval before going off on a different train of
going to be leaving the grounds for a couple of hours now, is there anything you
need I can help you with before I go?”
thanks Lenny,” Paul assured him, “but we would like to take a walk around the
grounds if it is no problem.”
no, you go right ahead and walk around as long as you like,” Lenny offered,
waving his hand around in a gesture that was meant to imply all of the
short time later Paul and Bill watched Lenny’s old Chevy disappeared down the
driveway and drive away.
to have permission for a change,” Bill chuckled to himself as he followed Paul
into the tomb carrying the wreath of flowers.
after removing the heavy marble lid and making sure the casket was still empty,
they moved outside to search the area around to the rear of the tomb and the
the edge of the woods, half way between the mansion and the tomb, they came upon
the footpath leading through the woods to the little hidden pond.
know this path well,” Paul told Bill, as he turned down the path towards the
pond, his mind flooding with past memories of Kelly with each familiar rock or
tree he passed.
sure this is the only cave around here?” Bill asked of Paul, a short time later
after they emerged from a small cave they searched and now stood overlooking the
“Yeah I’m sure, I know just about
every rock and tree on these grounds,
Paul assured him, as they started back up
the pathway to the mansion, where they checked the cellar windows and found them
all locked. Even going as far as to
crawled beneath the porch where they found only spider webs and a few field
the rear of the mansion, below Lenny’s windows, the ground sloped down to a rear
cellar door. Inside they found a
huge room surrounded by walls built of granite blocks. The room was a combination tool shed and
supply room where Lenny kept his tools and supplies. The only entrance into the room the door
they had entered, the only other opening into the cellar a heavy wooden door on
the side away from the tarmac driveway.
This door had a wide dark metal band across the top and bottom and was
made of solid oak, or some other hard wood. On closer inspection they were able to
see the metal band was bronze that had tarnished through the years and turned
almost black from the weather.
Three quarters of the way up the door was a small barred window, the
window sealed off on the inside with what looked like a plate of the same
metal. The doorway itself sat in a
deep well with more than half of it below ground level, the dirt and mud that
had splashed against it through the years filling all the cracks around its
edges. This, along with the unused
hinges and handle, made it easy to see the door had remained closed for a long
the vampires have been meeting behind the mansion it seems they would have a
lair nearby,” Paul said, later that evening. “I’ll be darned if I can figure out
where it could be,” he ended, shaking his head in disgust.
we really need,” he said, sitting up excitedly from where he had been laying on
the bed, “is to spend a couple of nights in Lenny’s room.”
think its time Lenny had a well deserved vacation,” he mumbled to himself, but
loud enough for Bill to hear.
A couple of days later Paul again
stood on the tarmac driveway of the mansion holding the keys to Lenny’s rooms in
his hand. This time he was waving
goodbye to Lenny as he drove off on a two-week cruise to the Bahamas at the
expense of the family of the estate.
Once he was gone Paul and Bill spent the rest of the morning bringing
equipment they would need into Lenny’s rooms, the latter part of the day they
set the equipment up and checked it to make sure everything functioned properly
in case they needed it during the coming night. Among the equipment was a small electric
generator to power the sunlamps they would set up around the bedroom in case the
vampire attacked otherwise the bedroom would remain in darkness while they
watched over the tomb and the area at the edge of the trees from the window
afternoon sped by quickly and soon the shadows of the trees behind the mansion
began to grow long, darkness already approaching when they sat on the edge of
Lenny’s bed to keep watch over the woods behind the house and tomb.
pretty dark out there,” Bill whispered, straining his eyes to see deeper into
the darkness outside, where a bank of dark clouds moved in from the west shortly
after the sun set causing a well of darkness that envelope
for a few more minutes,” Paul assured him, glancing up in time to see the last
of the dark clouds racing across the face of the moon. Then almost before he finished saying it
moonlight lit up the whole area in a mystical silvery light.
almost a year of separation from Paul, and months of her parents interceding
with him for her, Kelly and Paul were finally together again.
had returned to the mansion over a week ago, but it was only after they talked
for two or three days that he finally let himself take her in his arms
again. It all happened when they
were out for a walk to the little pond behind the mansion, where she again
pleaded with him to forgive her.
Still he hesitated, however a few minutes later as she swam in the little
pond, and for some unknown reason, he jumped into the water clothes and all to
take her in his arms.
at being back in each other’s arms again, they doted on each other night and day
like a couple high school lovers, Paul taking her dining and dancing almost
every evening. On the last evening
before her parents were to return to their home in Florida, Kelly and Paul spent
a quiet night at home with them.
and believing her life may turn out okay after all, Kelly said good night to her
parents and retired to her bedroom down the hallway. There for a while she and Paul made love
before she drifted off to sleep with a warm glow of happiness filling her, in
her heart thankful Paul had forgiven her and promising her self to do everything
in her power to make him happy.
a sense of foreboding filled her dreams that night, when a dark shadow enfolded
her into its black swirling void.
the dream she was walking down a long dark tunnel holding Paul’s hand, the
blackness so complete only a small point of light was visible in the distance
the blackness so thick it seemed to be holding them back. It was like trying to walk in water up
to one’s neck, no matter how hard you tried to move forward the light never
seemed to draw any closer. Suddenly
her grip on Paul’s hand loosened and a wave of terror filled her as his fingers
slipped away and she was alone.
she felt the darkness enveloping her and began to drag her down into an even
a timeless void of darkness her awareness awoke and she felt the blackness
surrounding her. She had stopped
falling now and sensed she was moving upwards as the darkness around her
softened to gray, then became lighter until it was no more and she opened her
down at her was a strange young man, the man’s features distorted in an evil
grin revealing long teeth that glinted in the strange light around
a wave of terror and revulsion washed over her when she glanced away from the
young man and became aware she was lying inside a casket. In addition, and for some reason, the
young man’s wrist was pressed tightly to her lips and she was gulping hungrily,
only to find, when he pulled his wrist away, it was his blood she was
drinking. The rich taste of it
lingering on her tongue and warming her belly, and her knowing she wanted and
needed more. However for an instant
her thoughts returned to the casket and the block of marble, then realizing it
was a burial vault she quickly climbed from it and stood before the young
without thought, she took the wrist he offered and drank from it again for a
short time, before it was withdrawn again.
Uncaring about the smeared blood now covering her lips and chin she gazed
about the marble tomb. When her
eyes fell on the heavy marble lid with her name carved deeply into it, she
gasped and backed away from it glancing questionably at the young
the realization came to her she was standing inside of her own tomb, in
pitch-blackness able to see and read everything clearly, her senses so clear her
nostrils filled with the keen scent of everything inside and outside of the
tomb. She could even hear the
whisper of nocturnal insects moving about in the grass and the distant sounds of
the city miles away.
young man, whose name she somehow knew to be Ravon, now taking her by the hand
and leading her away from the tomb, where with uncanny speed they moved across
the expanse of lawn and down the driveway. Quickly they left the mansion far
behind, the darkness cloaking their movement, and arrived among the tall
buildings of the city where they moved down one of the dark city streets and
entered an alleyway. It was here
they came upon a pair of young lovers entwined in a doorway. Where Ravon quickly drew the young man
to him to drain his blood, the young woman, her hand to her mouth to stifle a
scream, backing deeper into the doorway and looking on in horror.
her,” an unspoken command filled Kelly’s mind, as she stood silently
watching. Then with the command
came an overpowering urge to take the cowering young woman and drink her blood,
and Kelly found herself salivating from the memory of Ravon’s blood she had
tasted earlier. Before realizing
she had even moved, or could resist the command, she stepped forward with a
strength she did not know she possessed and lifted the young woman from her feet
to pull her close. What happened
next she would remember for a long time.
When almost mesmerized and her mouth all but drooling, she nuzzled the
woman’s white skinned throat with her lips and ran her tongue over her newly
acquired fangs. Very clearly she
could smell the fear emanating from the woman and hear the rapid beating of her
heart, a beating that sent the blood pulsing through her body like an angry
river at flood time. Through all of
this she heard the woman’s baleful sigh of terror and for a time hesitated, but
the command came to her again and her will to resist crumbled.
a slow motion dream, she drew her lips close to the pulsing white skin of the
woman’s throat, the essence of her fear like a rare perfume filling her nostrils
to a point of excitement. Gently
she brushed her fangs against the soft white skin covering the huge pulsing vein
below and a strange lustful passion flooded her body, as like needles passing
through soft flannel, she felt her teeth enter into the tender flesh of the
fantastic explosion of light and rapture erupted into Kelly’s mind, causing a
delicious sigh of indescribable ecstasy to overcome her, when the warm blood of
her victim pulsed forth into her mouth and down her throat. After what seemed like an eternity the
ecstasy passed and she found her lips sucking wildly at the victim’s
throat. Some of the young woman’s
blood had seeped from the corners of Kelly’s mouth and smeared her chin, but
like in the tomb it went unheeded.
with a shrug of revulsion she threw the husk to the floor of the doorway and
backed away, only to bump into Ravon who had been standing close by
watching. When she turned to him
aghast at what she had done, he nodded in approval wiping the blood from his own
lips and chin with the back of his hand.
have done well, his
thought filled her mind, then without another word he picked up the husk that
had been the young man and draped it over his shoulder before walking out of the
a time, Kelly stood watching after him until he was out of sight, then she also
turned back to the husk of the young woman lying in the doorway. The remains shriveled and dried like an
Egyptian mummy was a disgusting thing to look at, Kelly finding it hard to
believe a few minutes ago it had been a beautiful young woman. No matter, she knew she must hide the
body somewhere. How she knew was a
mystery to her, but from somewhere deep inside, where Ravon had planted it, the
command came and she would obey.
overwhelming feeling of guilt passed through her as she pick up the husk and
carried it to a construction site a few blocks away. There burying it inside of a concrete
form by covering it with a layer of dirt before moving off into the darkness of
night, the guilt of what she had done weighing heavy on her
her mind she kept seeing the terrified face of the young woman, knowing her
vitality and essence of life, which she was so filled with only minutes ago, was
now gone. The absence of the young
woman’s life in the world felt wrong to Kelly and now she felt unclean at what
she had done.
the rest of the night she roamed the city streets where, more than once, she was
approached and propositioned by men, also by a couple of woman surprised to see
her walking the streets alone.
the early hour before dawn she returned to the mansion and walked the grounds
aimlessly, a few times taking the path to the little pond where she tried to
wash some of the uncleanness from her.
Then when the first light of dawn showed in the east a command, she knew
came from Ravon, urged her to return to her tomb and casket to sleep. But she rebuked the command horrified at
the thought of being in the casket again.
short time later, huddled in the woods behind the tomb, she watched the silver
gray of dawn slowly changed to gold when the sun began to rise rapidly over the
nearby trees. Suddenly her eyes
began to sting like they were splashed with toxic acid, her flesh burning and
blistering. In seconds she found
her self inside the tomb climbing into her casket, where without any hesitation
she quickly slid the heavy marble lid closed above her.
Kelly awoke to find herself in a pit of darkness, but this time she remembered
where she was and knew another day had passed. With little effort she reached above and
slid the marble-lid aside and stepped from the casket. Immediately her senses filled with the
world around her and she could smell the night and hear all its hidden
sounds. By the edge of the woods
behind the mansion she heard footstep she knew belonged to Ravon, so she hurried
from the tomb to meet him.
am pleased with you, he
told her, the thought coming into her mind from the naked figure standing before
her. You must go and hunt alone tonight and
practice your newly acquired skills, the thought continued.
can’t do that again,” she cried, the spoken words sounding loud in the stillness
of the night, the memory of the look on the young woman’s face filling her
will see, he
said, giving her no command to do so and leaving it to her own choice. Then with a shrug of his shoulders his
human form shuddered and began to change, seconds later he lifted into the night
in the form of a bat.
a long while she stared after him waiting to see if any commands would come to
her, but there were none.
just remain here on the grounds,
she thought, glancing quickly towards the mansion before turning down the path
to the little pond, where for hours she sat in the darkness by the
the beginning it was easy for her to keep her mind only on Paul, remembering the
day he jumped into the little pond, clothes and all, to tell her how much he
loved her. She wondered where he
was now, the only presence she felt in the mansion was the old caretaker and her
senses told her Paul had not been there for a long time. However as night wore on it became
difficult for her to keep the memory of the young woman, whose blood she had
drank the night before, from her mind.
Then as her hunger grew she remembered the light pressure as her sharp
teeth pierced through the tender skin and the warm blood flowed freely into her
mouth. To her horror she found
herself salivating again, an undeniable passion and lust filling her as it had
the night before.
times through the long night she fought to push these thoughts from her mind,
restlessly roaming the grounds of the mansion. Finally, less than an hour before dawn,
she could stand it no longer and hurried down the long driveway and walked off
down the road.
few miles from the mansion she was passing a row of neat little houses, when an
automobile came up the road and turned into a driveway. A young man, apparently coming home
after a night on the town, climbed from the automobile and stared at her as she
passed by on the road. Even in the
darkness he could see what a beauty Kelly was and glanced up and down the road
to see if anyone was with her.
she was alone he approached her, wondering in his mind why anyone like her would
be walking alone, along the dark road, at this time of the morning. He also thought how great it would be to
take her up to lover’s lane for an hour or two.
there a problem Miss? Do you need
some help?” He asked, staring down
at the cleavage between her full breasts where the buttons of the white silk
shirt had come undone.
suddenness of his thoughts entering her mind caused Kelly to stop and step back,
amazed how like a movie in her head the thoughts of the young man came to
her. In his thoughts he had her in
the back seat of his automobile, her clothes torn from her body, having his way
didn’t mean to startle you miss,” he assured her, when he saw her step
back. “I was just wondering if
maybe I could drop you somewhere?”
another thought of himself fondling her naked breasts flashed through her
mean, I have my car right here,” he said, waving his hand in the direction of
his automobile in the nearby driveway.
a time she stood staring at him sensing the excitement in him at the thought of
touching her. The excitement
causing his heart to beat faster, so she could see and hear the blood pulsing
through the vein in his throat.
nodding in agreement, she let the young man lead her to the passenger seat of
the automobile and then hurry excitedly around to climb into the driver seat and
a small park, not far from where he had picked her up, the young man pulled to
the side of the road by a small grove of trees.
if we stop here for awhile?” he asked, his breath now coming in short pants as
his excitement mounted. Then when
she offered no resistance he carefully slipped a hand behind her head and pulled
her to him in a long kiss, the other hand deftly slipping inside of her silk
blouse to fondle her breast.
Getting this far gave him courage and he laid her head on his shoulder,
her lips only inches away from the huge rapidly throbbing vein there. Still finding no resistance he began to
explore up under her skirt by massaging her thighs and caressing the soft place
under her panties.
an excitement also washed over Kelly, but not from anything he was doing with
his hands, but the sound and smell of the thick blood pulsing through the vein
only inches from her lips. With her
will to resist gone, a low moan of pleasure escaped her and she nuzzled his neck
with her tongue and quickly bit through the flesh to the nectar inside. Again an explosion of light and wonder
filled her as the blood gushed forth into her and she drank deeply.
have done well,
Ravon’s thoughts sounded in her mind again the next evening when they met behind
the mansion again.
didn’t mean to take the young man’s blood,” she started to say, then was
surprised when before she could utter the words Ravon responded.
will get used to it,
he assured her, then again took to the air and left her standing
yet strong enough to change forms she started down the driveway towards the city
again, her speed making her almost unseen to the human eye.
the weeks that followed she took increasingly more young blood, each night the
routine becoming easier and at times taking more than one in a
a local library she learned the reason why Paul had not been to the mansion for
so long, when she read about the trial in old newspapers there. Somehow she really didn’t have any
interests in him anymore, surprised at how distant her thoughts of him had
evening, almost two years after her human death, Kelly stood on a small
high-rise terrace watching into a bedroom where a couple was making love. For a long while she watched, then only
after they fell asleep did she enter the room and drain them both. By the time she disposed of the bodies
the sun was threatening to rise over the horizon, so she hurried to a near by
lair in the city.
later she neared a deserted warehouse, where with one powerful leap she grabbed
onto a windowsill on the forth floor of the building and pulled herself up. With a quick glance around the huge
empty place she stepped down onto the floor and moved quickly to a set of steel
elevator doors, where with ease she parted the doors and stepped inside the dark
shaft to drop to the old elevator floor stories below. Here amid husks of victims, she covered
herself with a dark shawl and was soon asleep.
later she was awakened, when someone rolled her onto her back and very clearly
she could hear, and smell, the blood of a mortal kneeling close. When she tried to reach up and grab onto
the mortal she found in her stupor of sleep, she could hardly move, the elevator
shaft flooded with sunlight sapping her strength and movements.
which she had not felt for a long time, filled her now, when a shaking hand
cupped her left breast and she opened her eyes to see the hand held a large
pointed stake poised over her heart.
In the mortals other hand, held high and ready to strike, was a large
wooden mallet. Quickly she reached
out with her mind and was shocked to find the mortal was her husband Paul, and
to learn he had no idea whom she was.
In that instant he glanced up into her eyes and then leaped back in
horror, the mallet and stake falling to the floor forgotten.
to me Paul.” she called out to him several times, before he escaped up the shaft
and closed the doors behind him. Surprised there was no response and she could
not enter his mind.
he meant nothing to her now, not anymore than any other fount of blood, she
could not help but wonder how, of all people, he was the one who found her. She also realized how lucky she was it
had been him and his weak human trait of love saved her this time, but for how
long she wondered.
through the day she lay at the bottom of the shaft unable to move, expecting any
moment for the elevator doors to open and let the sunlight in again while mortal
men entered to destroy her. None
ever came, so when the sun finally set in the west she swiftly left the elevator
shaft and warehouse to hurry back to the mansion.
time when Ravon heard of the happenings in the elevator shaft and Paul’s attempt
to destroy Kelly, he vowed he would search each night until he hunted him down
and drained him of his blood. To
expedite the search he commanded Kelly to do the same until they found
it was weeks before he found them in their hanger sanctuary and moved in to make
the kill. However he was in for a
surprise when he stepped in to the lighted area of the compound and suddenly
found him self burned from the array of sunlamps.
his flesh seared and blistering he fled from the lamps before his body became a
flaming torch. A short time later,
after glutting himself with blood, he looked for a damp cool place where he
could sleep and heal until his body repaired itself. He knew he underestimated the mortal
Paul and swore to himself it would not happen again.
evening after Ravon dug him self into a grave to sleep, silver moonlight bathed
the lawn and woods behind the mansion making the white marble of Kelly’s tomb
glow with a radiance of its own.
Behind the laced curtains of Lenny’s bedroom Paul and Bill watched and
waited patiently. Within the hour
they saw the thing that was once Paul’s beloved Kelly, emerge from the darkness
behind the tomb.
she moved across the lawn to the edge of the woods where she stood waiting
expectantly, her head tilting this way and that as if listening for
something. After a few fleeting
moments she gave a glance towards the window where they sat in the darkness,
then turned and whisked away down the driveway. Her swift, smooth, movements making it
appear as if she was floating inches above the ground.
was about the eeriest thing I’ve ever seen,” Bill uttered softly, a shudder
skipped down the bumps of his spinal cord.
for sure,” Paul agreed, in a soft whisper, “and the way she looked up at the
window makes me think she knew we were here,” he added, getting up and going
over to flip the light switch on.
“Lenny was right about someone
being out there by the trees,” Bill offered, then as an after thought. “I wonder
how come she was alone?”
have no idea,” Paul replied, “maybe he’ll show up tomorrow night,” then glancing
around the room to make sure everything was ready for the next evening he
switched off the lights and they hurried to the car, both anxious to get back to
the sanctuary and safety of the hanger.
evening, for the next two weeks, they watched and waited from the seclusion of
Lenny’s bedroom window, and each evening shortly after sunset Kelly came to the
edge of the woods behind the mansion and stood for a few minutes waiting. Never did she come from the same
direction two evenings in a row, one time coming from behind the tomb, while
another up the path from the little pond.
However like clockwork she did this each evening before turning away from
the woods and disappearing down the driveway, always giving a quick glance
towards the window where they sat.
day Lenny was due home from his vacation they removed the equipment from his
quarters, replacing everything exactly as it was from pictures they took for
that purpose. Paul had duplicates
made of Lenny’s keys, so on the evening Lenny returned, and with Lenny asleep in
the room above, he and Bill slipped into the supply room below Lenny’s
apartment. Under their arms,
carrying cartons containing sunlamps, which they quickly set up around the
storeroom and then connected to the main switch just inside the
we have to use these lamps they’ll only last as a deterrent for a short
Paul reminded Bill, when
they finished running the wires and stepped back to admire their handy
know that with his strength even ten more like us would be no match for him,” he
went on, glancing at Bill to see his reactions.
I won’t hold it against you if you want to opt out of this,” he offered, laying
his hand on Bill’s shoulder in friendship.
way man! I’m in this all the way
with you no matter what happens,” Bill assured him, then turned to glance out
through the high window at the encroaching darkness.
we can climb up on this workbench to the window and see above the ground level
towards the woods” Paul informed him, turning a bucket over so he could step up
on to it and then onto the workbench to look out.
stretched into weeks and then months, each night Kelly returning to the woods
behind the mansion looking for her master Ravon, and each night her master not
the second evening of the forth month, Paul stood alone on the bench in the
storeroom watching the sunset beyond the trees behind the mansion. On this particular night Bill was off
looking into a strange occurrence that happened in Boston
seemed some workmen in Boston found the mummified remains of two very old men
their bodies stuffed into an old air vent in one of the harbor tunnels. The thing so strange about the discovery
was the wallets found on the bodies carried the identification of two young men
that had been missing for only a couple of weeks.
the while Kelly was coming to wait each night for her master behind the mansion,
and Paul and Bill kept watch through the storeroom window, Ravon was sleeping in
the damp darkness of a grave. A
sleep where images filling his mind were not dreams but memories.
Ravon was the young son of a shepherd living in the hills of what had not yet
become Rome, all alone on a high plateau where he tended his father’s
evening shortly after sunset, he came upon a very old man he thought to be sick
or set upon by robbers. The old man
was naked and looked very frail and weak, but when he approached to help, the
old man pulled him to the ground and bit deeply into his neck. Quickly the old man drank most of
Ravon’s blood and left him lying on the ground weak and unable to
when the old man stood up away from him now, Ravon only saw a young man of his
own age that quickly turned away and moved off in the night.
helpless among the sheep the cold night passed, and shortly before dawn he was
surprised when the young man returned to attack him again. This time blackness swallowed him for
what seemed like an eternity, when the blackness faded he opened his eyes to see
the face of the young man hovering above him. Then from somewhere nearby a sucking
sound filled his ears, a sound he soon realized was coming from his own mouth
pressed tightly against the young man’s wrist. The wrist slit open to let the blood
pulse forth down his throat as he gulped deeply.
suddenly the wrist was taken away he leaped up to take it back again, the
wonderful taste of the blood the only thing mattering now. However, with what looked like a gentle
shove, the stranger pushed him away and he flew through the air to land twenty
feet away. Unharmed by this sudden
event he jumped to his feet ready to attack again, but stopped when the young
man held up his hand and commanded him to follow him.
a time Ravon hesitated, glancing around for the first time and realizing it was
evening and he had been unconscious the whole day. Finally with a shrug of his shoulders he
pushed off from the large rock he had been standing on, surprised when he landed
twenty-five feet away. Then in a
few more leaps he caught up with the young man that he somehow knew was called
the blackness of the night he could clearly see the hills, trees, and each blade
of grass around him. While at the
same time each nocturnal sound filled his ears even to the smallest insects in
the grass where he passed.
upon a shepherd’s cabin further down the mountain, the stranger motioned him to
follow and silently entered. Inside
they came upon an old shepherd and his wife, a son, and two young daughters fast
asleep. Without hesitation Lar took
up one of the sleeping daughters and pulled her to him, quickly draining her
blood. Without any qualms he threw
her remains into a corner and reached for the second daughter, then in an
unspoken command ordered Ravon to take the young man and drain him.
a long while Ravon could only stand staring down at the young man asleep before
him, the memory of Lar’s wrist and the warm bloods delightful taste filling his
thoughts. Blood, like the blood he
could now hear and smell, pulsing in abundant through the young man’s
a powerful impulse of pleasure and rapture filled him and seconds later he found
himself hugging the dried empty husk of the young man. With a shrug of revulsion he threw the
remains to the floor and turned to follow Lar down the mountainside towards the
sleeping villages below.
passed and he quickly adjusted to his nocturnal life, soon becoming a ruthless
killer like his master Lar. Then
one evening Lar informed him he was leaving and was not sure when he would
return. Although Ravon knew he could go along with him he if wanted, he chose to
remain behind in the mountains he knew.
Below an empire was being built that would attract thousands, and he knew
here he would not want for young blood.
hundreds of years he continued to plague the city of Rome and its outlying
villages, often feeding off young Roman soldiers or the many slaves and
gladiators. Then one evening Lar
returned and commanded Ravon to follow and they moved northward, away from Rome,
up into the heart of Europe.
for many more years they existed around the Carpathian and Transylvanian
Mountains. When they tired of this
they moved eastwards towards the more civilized countries along the coast of
Europe, about two hundred years before the present time, the memories blocked
from Lar’s mind for thousands of years returned, and with the memories came a
powerful hate for two immortals named Khufu and Ural. These immortals he was driven to find
and destroy had been his hated enemies for over five thousand years, and
although it was Ural who made Khufu five thousand years ago his hate was for
was in a time when Lar was still a young mortal and lived on the island of Ur
before it sank beneath the sea. The
island had been ruled by twelve immortals who, when one of them was destroyed,
had to pick one of the inhabitants of the island below to make an immortal so
the twelve would be maintained. To
do this all of the chosen ones family and friends had to be destroyed, the
belief being that the newly made immortals only family then would be the other
eleven immortals. At the time Lar
was chosen to be an immortal he had a young wife who was pregnant with their
first child. In an attempt to
escape the immortal’s decision to make him an immortal, Lar fled with his mother
and pregnant wife to the mainland and hid with them in a small cave. That same
night two of the immortals found them, then while one of the immortals held him
the other drained Lar’s old mother and then his pregnant wife. With this done he threw her limp body
with the unborn child still within against the cave wall where it slumped to the
floor. When the immortal that did
this deed turned to walk out of the moonlit filled cave, Lar saw for the first
time the face of his hated enemy Ural.
these last few hundred years Lar had found Ural a couple of times, but both
times failed to destroy him. He had
also found and trapped Khufu twice but the attempt to destroy him also
of the times was in a small cave along the English Sea shore where he trapped
and sealed him in a small cave, but as luck would have it Ural came to his
rescue. The other time was in the
New Word when he buried Khufu deep in a mineshaft, but once again he
survived. However in the end Khufu
and Ural ended up destroying Lar, Ravon being no match for both of them fled to
the New World.
months passed since Ravon’s run in with Paul’s sunlamps in the hanger
refuge. From deep within the
darkness of the grave, where he shared a casket with a cadaver, he awoke and
clawed his way out through the soil into a late fall evening. His flesh had healed well but he was
weak and in need of blood and unable to transform himself into a bat. Brushing much of the soil from his
clothes he quickly moved down the hill towards a source of music he heard
wafting up from the little town below.
Minutes later he neared the source of music coming from a small Grange
Hall, where he moved to a small stand of nearby trees to wait for a
had not waited long when a young couple emerged from the side door of the
building and stood kissing on a small veranda, a couple of minutes later they
moved from the veranda towards the trees where he lay in
into the dark shadows and becoming one with them, he watched the couple approach
until they were far enough among the trees not to be seen from the dance hall,
where they sank arm in arm to the ground and began kissing and petting. Suddenly their passions came to an
abrupt end when Ravon’s hand reached out from the darkness and his long fingers
wrapped themselves around the young mans neck. With ease he lifted him like a doll and
drew him close, at the same time placing his foot on the women’s chest so she
could not move or scream. Hungrily
he drained the youth then took the young woman and did the same. Now with some of his strength returned,
but not enough for him to change shapes, he moved towards the city and his
minion Kelly. Sometime before
dawn’s light, and after taking two more victims along the way, he reached one of
his many lairs and slept.
I will meet with my creation behind the mansion,
he thought, as sleep overcame him.
many evenings Paul watched the thing, which had been his Kelly, glide up the
driveway or come through the woods to the mansion. Always stopping by the edge of the woods
where the skeletal like branches of the trees, now bare of leaves, swayed and
clicked together eerily in the quickly fading dusk. On one particular evening when she
reached the edge of the trees, another form suddenly appeared and stood before
last I finally see my enemy,
Paul mumbled to himself, reaching out to their minds while at the same time
trying to keep his own closed.
in the basement over there,
the mind of Kelly was finishing a thought, then to Paul’s shock she pointed to
the storage room window where he stood in the darkness.
the time he read the thought in Kelly’s mind and reached for the light switch,
Ravon was across the distance between the woods and house and thrown open the
door to the storage room. At that
very instant the light from the sunlamps, which Paul had barely time to click
on, flooded the room and caused Ravon to leap back away from the door, and for
an instant Paul read fear in the vampire’s eyes. Fear of the sunlamps that had burned and
blistered his flesh in the hanger sanctuary, burned him so bad he had to go
under ground for months to heal.
will leave this mortal for another time,
the vampire’s thoughts filled Paul’s mind, as he turned and fled into the
reaching out to read Kelly’s mind again Paul discovered she was also gone, and
with a sigh he leaned back against the wall of the storage room in the full glow
of the lamps his body shaking with fear.
or twenty minutes passed before he gathered the strength, or dared to shut off
the sunlamps and leave the storage room.
When he did he all but ran to his car parked on the street below the
mansion, knowing he was safe as long as the automobile was moving, and more than
once patting the pocket of his jacket holding a crucifix and a vial of holy
water. Wondering if they would have
helped and unable to relax until he pulled into the sanctuary of the hanger
found out what we wanted to know,” Bill informed him the next afternoon when he
returned from Boston. “With the
help of a couple of fifty dollar bills I was able to see the bodies that were
found in the harbor tunnel air vents and they were exactly like the bodies in
find it hard to believe these vampires would travel that far in one night and
return,” Paul pondered out loud, “ I also have an idea where the male has been
for the last four months,” he added.
you suppose there could be others?”
Bill asked, looking Paul in the eye and hoping for a negative
not? If these two are possible then
there could be a whole army of them out there somewhere.”
“Jeeesss..! I hope not,” Bill murmured, sitting down
at the table while Paul served the dinner he made.
think it’s time we notified the police about the bodies in the elevator shaft at
the warehouse,” Paul said. “We have
checked that lair every day and found no trace anyone has returned to it since
we began our crusade, so it won’t make any difference.”
“Ya! And we won’t have to waste our time
checking it out every day,” Bill quipped.
next morning, after making an anonymous telephone call to the police, Paul and
Bill watched from among a group of onlookers across the street while the police
and coroner moved the bodies from the deserted warehouse. Then for the next couple of weeks the
newspapers and televisions had a field day with the findings.
it would be dangerous to return to the storeroom below the mansion, they waited
out on the street in their automobile each evening. When the thing that was Kelly came down
the driveway and moved off towards the city, they tried to follow but would
always lose sight of her within a few blocks.
when she failed to show up evenings, Paul decided to take the chance and start
hiding in the storeroom again. This
he had to do alone because if Bill were present the vampires could read his
mind. Still, as Paul had suspected,
the vampires never showed up behind the mansion either.
have got to be meeting somewhere else,” he told Bill, one morning after
returning to the car where he was waiting for him.
do we do now? Both places where we
at least had some kind of contact with them are useless to us now and we really
don’t have any clue where to start,” Bill said, shaking his head in
guess we will just have to start all over again and see what develops,” Paul
sighed, then was quiet for the rest of the ride back to the hanger refuge his
mind going over and reviewing all that had happened.
these things, these vampires,
he thought, simply move away from the area, or out of the state or country,
no one else may ever know they exist.
They will be able to continue to prey and exist on the blood of the young
and no one will ever know or understand what is happening. This thought chilled him and he tried to
shrug it from his mind. What he did
not realize was, like an animal, Ravon had staked out its territory and having
done so would usually fight to the death for it.
In an alleyway of the city between
two boarded up old apartment buildings and piles of reeking filth and rubbish, a
large brown rat screeches and runs off of a rusty metal sewer cover as the cover
begins to move.
a heavy scraping sound the cover slides open and the thing that was Kelly
emerges from within.
has passed and the sun is already set in the west leaving only a lingering gray
light on the horizon. For this
short time between day and night everything seems hushed and quiet for a time,
then from somewhere in the distance, among the streets of the city, a siren
gives its lonesome wail.
a light kick of her foot, the heavy metal cover slides back into its place and
she turns and strolls out of the alleyway towards the busy part of the city
where victims are plentiful.
the time a starlit darkness fills the sky three young men approach her on the
sidewalk near a large park.
sweet thing!” one of the three men wearing a denim jacket, to match his denim
jeans, coos and steps in her way.
“What’s a lovely thing like you doing all by her self?” he continues,
taken aback by her beauty.
a practiced shy look she glances into the man’s eyes and then at the other two
men standing on ether side of him.
do you say honey? They call me stud
and I am sure you can figure out why,” he teased, running his index finger down
her neck to the deep dark cleavage between her breast, then finding no
resistance from the beauty before him he turns and waves off his two friends and
with a grin steers Kelly into the park.
you imagine anyone that beautiful, and that stacked, being such an easy
mark?” One of the two remaining
young men says to the other, watching Kelly and the young man disappear into the
darkness down the walkway of the park.
we’re not going to be first but we sure can be second and third,” the other
young man said smiling, and with a nod of approval they hurried down the dark
walkway after them.
looks like a good a place as any,” the young man in denim tells Kelly, when they
stop by the shore of a small pond deep in the park and he pulls her to him. “I know you’ll like this,” he assures
her, his nervous fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse and lifting her bra
to let her breasts slip and hang free of it.
know I will, you really don’t know how much I need you,” she whispers softly in
his ear, her lips all but touching his ear lobe. The soft words inflaming the young man
and causing him to pull her to him again to fondle her and then reach under her
a few minutes she lets him have his pleasure as she waits for the other two men,
who she knows are following, to settle in the nearby bushes. When they draw near and she can hear
their heartbeats quicken at the thought of having her, she turns her attention
back to the young man fondling her.
By this time his blood is pounding through his veins, the sound echoing
in Kelly’s ears with a loud roar as she gently pulls him closer, then teasingly
she nips at his neck with her sharp teeth while reaching for his
that instant, his lust and passion reaching its highest apex, she sinks her
teeth deeply into the flesh of his neck, instantly an explosive burst of blood
gushes forth down her throat with such a force she cannot swallow fast enough
and some of the precious fluid runs down her chin to spill onto the
in the bushes the other two men, who are struggling in the darkness to see what
is happening by the water edge, suddenly find them selves dangling in the air
held up by Kelly’s powerful hands.
Then, like two large symbols, she slams the men together and then at her
leisure feasts on their unconscious bodies before washing the blood from her
face in the pond.
the pond had at one time had been a quarry and is more than sixty feet deep, she
glances around before stripping off her clothes. Quickly now she gathers the remains of
the three under her arms and disappears beneath the water. There she works her way to the bottom
and builds a cairn of stones over the remains so they will not float to the top,
minutes later she strolls out of the park looking for another
the following week Paul and Bill read every newspaper and watched each newscast
they possibly could and still found nothing, it seemed the city had gobbled up
one afternoon Paul stopped at a supermarket to pick up some supplies they
needed. Before he could get through
the checkout lines and back to his car the sun had set. When he finally did step outside he
nervously glanced up and down the sidewalk that ran the length of the mall. Finding the walkway busy with shoppers
he quickly glanced into their minds, then finding no apparent danger shifted the
bags under each arm and moved quickly out into the dimly lit parking lot. However when he opened the trunk of the
car and set the bags into it, he again scanned the walkway. Suddenly the hair on the nape of his
neck lifted when his eyes fell on a beautiful young woman standing at the far
end of the walkway. Her back to the
darkness behind her where the lights from the mall did not reach and she was
staring directly at him, then when he tried to reach out to read her mind he
found it closed to him.
churning started deep in his groin now and a weakness flashed through him to
settle in is legs threatening to collapse them under him. Somehow, across the distance he could
clearly see into the woman’s dark beautiful eyes, which where not entirely human
but did not show any malice.
his hands shaking enough so he almost dropped his keys, he unlocked the car door
and slid in behind the steering wheel.
Not once taking his eyes from the woman as he started the engine and
screeched out of the mall. The last
glimpse he caught of her in his rear view mirror, was when she stepped quickly
back into the dark shadows and was gone.
when Paul finished telling Bill of the incident at the mall, Bill stared at him
for few seconds in thought.
know,” he mused, “when I took the flight back from Boston the other night there
was this strange young man sitting across the aisle from me on the plane, and
more than once during the flight I happened to look up and caught him staring at
me,” Bill said, a shudder running through him when he thought of the young man
and what he could have been.
Paul reached into Bill’s mind for the memory and the face of the young man and
found it was not anybody he had ever seen before.
think we should go back to only leaving the compound during the daytime,” he
suggested. “I don’t know about the
young man, it could all be just a coincidence, but I am very suspicions of the
young woman,” he finished, in his own mind remembering the young woman staring
directly at him and his inability to read her mind.
stood dark and unseen among the shadows of the trees behind the mansion. It was the first night he would meet
with his minion Kelly since he dug into a grave and shared the casket with a
cadaver for four months. Although
there was a winter’s chill in the air the moon still hung low in the sky, its
brightness making the long shadows of the mansion look eerie as they stretched
out towards the trees. When Kelly
did arrived up the driveway, he stepped out and for a few minutes they stood
face to face in silence.
have been away on other matters; he
lied, blocking the truth of where he had been from her in his mind. Not wanting her to know how he had been
out smarted by the same mortals he was out to destroy. The conversation between the two done
mentally and in the silence, as she filled him in on everything that had
transpired since she had last seen him.
It was then she told him of the strange presence she felt each evening
coming from the cellar of the mansion and finished by pointing towards the
cellar where Paul stood alone in the darkness watching them.
Ravon reached out with his mind to the presence in the cellar and, although he
could not reach into its tightly sealed mind, he knew the presence to be
Paul. In a fit of rage he was
across the space between the trees and the mansion and threw open the cellar
door, but in the same instant the room was flooded with light from a bank of
he leaped back throwing his arms up before his eyes backing away from the
doorway and the mansion itself. He
had just recuperated from an incident with these infernal sunlamps and he was
not about to repeat the mistake.
For a short time he stood among the trees staring at the open cellar door
and the bright light flooding from it, the light trying to reach him and again
burn and blister his body and sap his strength. Adding this to the hatred he already
held towards this mortal Paul, he took to the air in the form of a bat and flew
away towards the city. There
will be another time and place where we’ll meet on different terms, he
thought, climbing higher into the night sky away from the mansion.
Ravon’s swift departure Kelly turned away and moved quickly down the driveway to
disappear in the direction of the city.
Sometime later, after feeding on a young man she lured into a dark
alleyway, she disposed of his remains in a sewer and moved out into the hustle
and bustle of the city.
the early hours before dawn she came upon two young men entering an
alleyway. When the men climbed a
metal fire escape to the roof of a seven-story apartment building her curiosity
got the better of her, so she followed to see what they were up to.
she climbed to the roof of a nearby building and hid in the darkness to
watch. Surprised when the two men
jumped across the span of an open alleyway to the roof of the building she was
hiding on, then entered into a stairway and disappeared.
she followed them and found their thoughts bubbling with excitement at the
thought of raping a young woman they had been watching and stalking for
days. Only the night before they
followed her home and found she lived alone in this apartment building. Although the building was secure and the
front door to the hallway always locked, it was an easy matter to come across
the roofs to get inside. The drugs
the men were taking made the dangerous jump across the alleyway seem like
child’s play to them, when in truth they were both cowards.
the second floor they stopped before the door to one of the apartments where one
of the men, in needed of a shave and most likely a good bath, pulled a long
blade knife from his pocket, the other drawing a wrecking bar from under his
is her apartment,” he said softly, gesturing with the bar towards the door and
quiet as possible levered open the lock on the door and entered the
apartment. Inside they moved
stealthily to a small bedroom where the young woman slept, the man with the
knife clamping his filthy hand over her mouth to stifle any scream she may try
quiet and do not give us any trouble and we won’t hurt you,” he told her, while
at the same time holding the long blade of the knife to her throat.
the other man, who was much taller and thinner than the first, but looked just
as dirty, snapped on a small lamp on the beside table. With a leering grin he turned and yanked
the bedclothes from the trembling woman and tossed them on the
and kicking, in an attempt to escape the terror to which she was awakened, she
stopped when the man jabbed the point of the knife deeper into her flesh until
it drew blood.
you scream or kick again I’ll drive this knife straight up through your jaw,” he
threatened, his face only inches from hers, his foul breathe adding to the
horror of the situation. Then tying
her wrists to the head board with two pieces of rope they had brought for just
that purpose, the smelly one tied a gag over her mouth with a piece of cloth he
tore from the pillowcase.
wild with fear she could only lie there while the men stripped her of her
nightclothes, then after having there fill of pawing her young body each mounted
her repeatedly. With there sex
drives sated the two began beating her with their fists until she was a mass of
unrecognizable flesh and blood.
With this done they went through her pocketbook and apartment taking
money and anything else they could sell for drugs. Satisfied with their evil work, the two
quietly closed the door to victim,s apartment and left confident no one saw
they were unaware of was another beautiful young woman watching the whole
episode while hanging outside the window by her fingertip. A young woman who, when they came out of
the stairway onto the roof, stepped out to confront them both. For a time the two men froze in their
tracks at the sight of Kelly standing before them, but when they realized she
was alone the smelly one stepped close to her and reached out to grasp her
breast. Meanwhile the tall one had
quickly moved behind her to block any retreat she may try to make, but to their
surprise she made no move to get away.
ones not even tied and I’ll bet I can still do anything I wantwitho her,
smelly one thought, reaching around with both hands to grab onto her buttocks
and pull her to him. To his
surprise her arms encircled his neck and her head fell forward onto his
shoulder, for a brief instant he thought she had succumbed to him. Suddenly a searing pain ripped into him
as her fangs tore open his jugular vein and she drank deeply of his blood. When he was weak and near death she let
his body drop to the rooftop and reached for the taller man behind her. This one she also draining until he
neared death and like the smelly one left him conscious enough to know what was
happening to him. From somewhere
inside the thing that had been Kelly, the episode she witnessed in the bedroom
below struck an old memory in her.
keep these two alive for a time,
she thought, and with one of the men over each shoulder she climbed from the
building and moved away out of the city.
inside the grounds of a secluded cemetery she entered a huge tomb and laid the
two men, still conscious and unable to move, on the stone floor in the darkness,
then climbed into one of four caskets to sleep the day away.
day passed into evening before she climbed from the casket to drained more blood
and leave them lying on the floor terrified. In the morning she returned ignoring
them completely by stepping over their carcasses to climb into a casket to sleep
again. That evening she drained
more of the men’s blood and left them conscious and teetering on the edge
between life and death, then stuffed them into one of the caskets with a cadaver
and left the tomb never to return.
In the early hour before dawn of the next day, she took a young couple
making love in a parked car and by the time she disposed of their husks the sun
was threatening to come up over the horizon. Pressed for time she quickly slipped
into an empty railroad boxcar among some empty cartons and was soon asleep. When she awoke that evening she found
the train had moved and she was more than five hundred miles away from the city
and her master Ravon.
the third evening in a row since his return Ravon waited for Kelly behind the
mansion, and for the third evening in a row she did not show up. Repeatedly he reached out to check the
cellar of the mansion with his mind and found no one there, the only presence in
the mansion being that of Lenny the caretaker.
same evening he took a victim at a truck stop just outside of the Chicago loop,
later disposing of the husk in a barrel at a rendering works like he had done
many times before. This time a
worker at the rendering works discovered the body and for the next few days, the
story filled the news media. Angry
with himself for letting this happen he swore in the future he would be more
careful, remembering he could pay for his being so reckless with his
few evenings later he lay in wait for a victim by the platform of an elevated
train. The weather, which had been
wet and nasty for the last couple of days had not changed, filling the air with
misty cold rain that just would not quit.
The rain keeping almost everyone inside, except for the few that had
business to attend.
with his thousands of years experience, he blended into the dark shadowy mist
keeping his senses alert, while at the same time letting his mind linger on his
minion Kelly and her where about.
The fact she had not met him behind the mansion for all these weeks meant
nothing to her, but by right she should have normally return there each evening
to search him out. Only if he had
commanded her not to meet him, or if she had broken away from him, would she not
have been there. The only other
reason he could imagine was that she was unable to return and in trouble
somewhere and he was unable to reach her with his mind.
thoughts were suddenly pushed from his mind when a train approached the platform
where he was hiding, the dampness on the track causing an electrical short to
light up the surrounding county side in a bright flash. In that tenth of a second he thought he
saw a dark figure high on the roof of a building across the tracks watching him,
in the same instant only a void filled the space where Ravon had
the area and leaving the city far behind, he moved outside the loop to a small
cemetery in the countryside. Here
in the darkness, hidden among the gravestones, he ran the incident over in his
mind again and again not sure if he had seen a dark figure on the roof or
not. In the glare of the flash he
had reached out with his mind towards the figure and found nothing, but if an
immortal had been there he would have had his mind sealed tight. He was worried in his mind, remembering
his master Lar’s fiery death and his own entrapment in the grain silo which only
by luck he escaped. Glancing around
nervously he wondered if his old enemies had finally found him and were closing
in on him, or if finding the husk at the rendering works alerted
this be what has happened to Kelly? Had this dark figure destroyed her? If so why had he not felt anything? If she were no more I would know her
passing. Bewildered even more
by these thoughts, he dug deep into a nearby grave where he knew he would be
safe and slept.
sunset he dug his way out of the grave to find the ground covered with an
eight-inch layer of snow, so taking to the air in the form of a bat he circled
once over the cemetery and then darting off towards the city.
his mind playing tricks on him or did he see a shadow among the trees near the
cemetery? No matter, he dared not circle again to
find out and with all speed he flew straight towards the city and quickly
disappeared among a block of closely built apartment houses where he had a
well-hidden lair. Here for the
remainder of the night he lay hidden, although he needed to feed he was afraid
to leave the lair.
this time Kelly was moving northward towards Chicago and her master, the winter
weather not effecting her as she hunted and fed along the way in no particular
hurry. Some nights she traveled
fifty miles while others only a few.
evening, a blinding snowstorm blanketing the area, she approached a
small-secluded lodge along a cross-country ski trail. There to her delight she found the lodge
occupied by a woman and two young men on a four-day skiing jaunt along the
trail. Dressed as she was for the
occasion, in a ski suit and boots she stolen from a sporting goods store, she
banged on the door of the lodge amidst the cold driven snowstorm. The trio inside were shocked to see her
standing there alone, and dressed as she was it was easy for her to convince
them of the story she was about to tell them.
“Hi! I am Kelly,” she said in a shuddering
voice, to a young man staring at her from the doorway in disbelief after
answering her knock. “I’m sorry to
bother you but somehow I got separated from my skiing party late this afternoon
and managed to get myself lost,” she lied, shrugging her shoulders and feigning
she was cold. “I don’t know what
would have happened to me if I hadn’t seen the light from your
my God!” the young man said when he saw her standing there, quickly offering her
a seat by the huge fireplace where gold, red, and yellow flames licked hungrily
at some logs set in it, the heat from it warming the room.
your self in this,” the young woman insisted, helping Kelly remove her jacket
and laying a warm blanket across her shoulders.
storm is not suppose to abate until early tomorrow morning,” the second young
man told her, “so you may as well relax and stay the night and you can ski out
with us in the morning,” he offered, turning away to lay another log on the
would be wonderful,” she said, thanking them but refusing the hot drinks and
food they offered on the pretext she was not feeling well.
later when the fire burnt low, they climbed into the bunks to sleep, the women
on one side of the room and the men on the other.
waiting for the fire to burn lower, the only light in the lodge being the glow
from the hot coals, Kelly slipped from her top bunk and slid in close to the
young woman on the bunk below.
Immediately the woman stirred and opened her eyes, for a startled instant
gazed questionably at Kelly who lay so close their noses almost touched. Before she could make a move or sound
Kelly?s teeth were deep into her throat, the woman’s legs kicking only once or
twice before her body shriveled to an unrecognizable husk.
moving across the room Kelly clasped her hand over the mouth of the young man on
the top bunk, pulling him to the edge of the bunk where she drained him
her leisure now she sat on the bottom bunk beside the last young man, who was
asleep and had no idea of what had happened, and gently began to rub his
about waking up big guy?” She
whispered seductively close to his ear, watching as he opened his eyes to look
up at her. Startled for a second he
gazed up into the beautiful face hovering over him and when recognition finally
dawned on him he realized she was stoking him with her hand. Without hesitation he pulled her to him
kissing her long and hard on the lips.
When he released her from the kiss she responded by snuggling deep into
his shoulder, her lips pressed tightly against the softness of his neck. Just for an instant he felt the pressure
of her teeth, then a quick prick as her fangs puncture through to the pulsing
blood inside the huge vein.
short while later, after pulling some of the hot coals from the fireplace onto
the wooden floor, she stood on a high hill watching wind whipped flames consume
the lodge and leap high into the snow filled sky. Turning away from the flames she hurried
over a snow-covered rise to stand looking out over a vast expanse of
woodland. Not until tonight had she
ever had the strength or the will to change forms. However, this night, from the blood of
the trio she had left back at the lodge, she felt more powerful than ever before
and was able to will her self to change.
A short time later, after a few futile attempts, she rose into the air as
a bat and was soon lost among the falling snow.
few evening later, less than a hundred miles from Chicago, she approached to a
young woman standing out side of a dance hall. The woman wearing only a light party
dress had stepped out onto the veranda in the cold winters night to catch a
quick breath of air, for a few minutes looking out into the clear moonlight
filled night. When she turned to
enter back into the auditorium through the door she just exited, she was shocked
to see Kelly standing close behind her entirely naked with a strange smile on
her face. Suddenly a strong hand
clasped over her mouth as Kelly’s powerful arms locked her in a vise like
grip. Then to her horror she could
only watch when Kelly’s fangs drew near and bit deep into her neck and she drank
that very instant the door to the auditorium opened and three young couples
stepped on to the veranda, only to stop and stared in shock at the macabre scene
before them. Which was a naked
young woman, her arm encircling another young woman from behind with her lips
clamped tightly to the woman’s throat.
the flick of an eye the naked woman was gone and the young woman’s body, with
still a trace of life left in it, fell to the ground while the remainder of her
blood gushing onto the white snow.
the next few weeks the new media was full of the incident the young people swore
they witnessed. A couple of them
even appearing on the news too graphically tell their story
weeks passed since Ravon saw the figure on the rooftop, or at least thought he
did, and although he was reluctant he was forced by hunger to leave his lair and
hunt. When he did, he traveled to
the far side of the city away from his lair being very careful not leave any
trail that could be followed.
However as the nights passed with nothing out of the ordinary happening,
he began to relax thinking maybe what he saw that night was truly only a
he again returned each night to the woods behind the mansion searching for
Kelly, always carefully searching the mansion with his senses for the mortal
Paul. The time had come for him to
find Paul and rid himself of the mortal that had caused him so much grief, but
first he must find his Kelly. Yet,
it would be days before Kelly showed up again, and when she did she informed him
of all that had happened to her.
When she related the incident about draining the blood of the young woman
at the dance hall, he flew into a rage and threatened to destroy her there and
switching off a light bulb Kelly was gone, and when Ravon reached out to grab
for her he found only empty air.
Quickly he reached out with his mind to tell her he wasn’t going to
destroy her, he only wanted to scare her so she would be more careful. However she had closed her mind to him
and he found only emptiness. For a
long while he stood alone in the darkness waiting for her to return, while the
cold winter wind howled low among the naked branches of the trees and high
overhead tiny points of light, that where distant stars, twinkled in the deep
cold blackness of space.
thought, knowing in his mind it would be useless to search for her now that she
didn’t want him to find her. With
these thoughts in mind he took to the air in the form of a bat and moved towards
the hanger compound where Paul and Bill had their refuge.
long enough to feed and hide the shapeless husks of his victims, he reach the
brightly lit compound and circled high above it. Far below he sensed the presence of Paul
and Bill, but remembered the damage the sunlamps had done to his body the last
time he tried to enter the compound and stayed far from it.
mind he could not read, but Bill’s mind was like an open book to him and for a
time he entered Bill’s mind and learned many things that had transpired since
his first sighting of a vampire, which of course was him self. When he learned of the encounter Paul
had with the strange young woman at the shopping mall, Ravon became very nervous
and quickly dropped from the night sky to hide among the dark shadows of the
trees. From here he could still
watch the compound while at the same time remain hidden from view, knowing
whoever the young woman was at the mall it was not Kelly. Surely Paul would have recognized her
and taken some other kind of action.
I was not seeing things that night on the station platform, he
mused, nervously peering deeper into the shadows surrounding him and keeping his
senses tuned to their highest pitch.
wonder who the young woman could be. He
thought, his mind racing to all kinds of conclusions while at the same time
trying to recall the memory of the figure on the rooftop.
the figure on the roof had to be either Ural or Khufu, that means the young
woman is one of their minions,
he calculated. Then again he
reached out to enter Bill’s mind and learn of Paul’s plan to return to the
basement of the mansion the next evening.
the early hours before sunrise Ravon returned to the cellar of the mansion and
quickly disconnected the sunlamps from the switch by the door, leaving the wires
running under the switch plate so they looked intact. That same evening, as the last sliver of
sun faded from the horizon, he returned and hovered high above the
dreary grayness filled the night sky as he fought against a cold dry wind that
kept trying to blow him away. From
this height he could see the mansion and woods beyond, in the other direction
the long sloping driveway and road that led off towards the city. On the road a vehicle parked by the curb
he knew must belong to Paul who was already secreted in the basement of the
mansion. Gloating, but forcing
himself to wait until full darkness covered the land, he dropped to the lawn
area before the basement door and quickly changed to human form. Inside he could sense the presence he
knew to be Paul, and wanting to taunt him before draining his blood, stood for a
few seconds in plain view where Paul could see him.
he finally approach the door he did so with slow deliberate movements then threw
it open with a force, the door slamming back against the cellar wall and hanging
askew with the top hinge busted loose from the casing. Inside the cellar hearing the sound of
the light switch clicking on and off, as Paul flipped it on and off in a panic
attempting to turn on the sunlamps.
to Ravon’s delight he could clearly see Paul’s panic stricken face as he stared
at his dark figure blocking the doorway.
I shall rid myself of you, he
thought, making a move to step into the basement and take this worrisome
mortal. Suddenly a powerful
presence made it-self known, and a split second later Ravon was in the form of a
bat a racing wildly away from his victim and the mansion.
Ravon was out of sight a dark figure stepped from the darkness of the tomb and
for a time stared into the dark sky where he had vanished. Finally with a last glance at the open
doorway, the dark figure of Ravon?s enemy Khufu, also changed shapes and flew
off into the night.
that afternoon Paul had parked his car at the curb and hurried up the driveway
of the mansion. Although dressed
warm, the cold winter?s wind came howling down the driveway to turn his face red
with cold and almost hold him back like a giant hand trying to keep him from
reaching his goal above.
reaching the sunken basement door he quickly stepped inside and closed the door
behind him, thankful of the warmth filling the room from the overhead ducts that
brought heat to the rooms above.
now he removed his coat and laid it on the back of an old chair, then climbed up
onto the workbench by the window to look out over the lawn. From here, he was able to see the tomb
and the woods beyond, where, for a few minutes the sun broke through the clouds
and shone through the naked branches of the trees. The long dark shadows of the branches
reaching across the snow and up the mansion walls menacingly before they began
to fade, then minutes later disappear into the darkness that filled the
Paul’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and he was able to make out the edge of the
tree line and Kelly’s white tomb.
Suddenly a wave of fear shot through him when a dark figure appeared from
nowhere only a few feet from the building.
a time the figure stared towards the basement window where he stood causing the
hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. Then slowly the figure moved down the
small incline to the basement door and flung it open with a tremendous
force. Paul’s hands shaking with
fear as he reached for the light switch and clicked it on, then for the barest
instant he thought his heart would stop when the room remained in
cold sweat washed over him now draining his body of strength as he franticly
continued to click the switch on and off, while at the same time staring into
the darkness at the outline of the dark figure standing in the
any moment he expected the figure to be upon him, a small prayer passing quickly
through his mind. Suddenly, for a
fleeting instant, he felt the powerful presence of someone else nearby, and to
his complete surprise the terrorizing figure before him blinked out of existence
and was gone.
was an hour after the dark figure disappeared before Paul could, or dared to,
move from the spot where he stood, then without a backward glance he rushed to
his car and sped away from the mansion.
next morning he returned again, and after parking his car in the street hurried
up the long driveway to the rear basement storeroom. Here he found the doorway to the
basement still hanging open on one hinge as he left it, approaching and entering
the storeroom with caution.
he inspected the light switch and wires running from the sunlamps, but not until
he removed the cover to the switch did he find the wires disconnected
was a set up by the vampire, he
now realized, and somehow he knew I was
coming here last night. Then
realizing he had not made the decision to come to the mansion until the night
before, he knew the vampire was most likely watching the compound and reading
Bill’s mind to learn of his plans.
“I wonder how much more he knows?”
Bill mused aloud, later that day when they returned to the compound and Paul
told him what happened.
don’t know,” Paul replied. “But
I’ll bet its enough so we will have to change most of our plans,” he
finished. A shudder passing through
him as he remembered the few seconds, which at the time seemed like an hour, the
vampire stood only a few feet from him in the doorway of the dark
he’s done it once he can surely do it again,” Bill quipped. “I think it may be a good idea for me to
get away from here for a while, what do you think?” he asked of
am afraid your right,” Paul agreed, knowing in his heart he would miss him, who
in the short time they had been together had become like a brother to
very afternoon he drove Bill to the airport where he boarded a jet for the sunny
beaches of Jamaica. With this done
he drove back to the city and the old warehouse where he had his first encounter
with the thing that was his Kelly.
of the windows on the first floor of the warehouse had sheets of plywood over
them now. However at the rear of
the building he found one of the plywood panels loose and swung it aside
easily. Glancing around nervously,
he moved the plywood and climbed in through a window. With the doors and windows covered over
semidarkness filled the first floor of the warehouse, the only light coming in
was a small amount leaking in from around the boarded up windows. When he climbed the stairs he found all
the other floors above still flooded with sunlight. The light pouring in through the many
broken windows along with the freezing cold air and snow which now covered the
floor in many places.
reaching the forth floor he produced a bar from under his jacket and pried at
the metal doors of the elevator to open them. Soon having them open enough so he could
shine a flashlight down to the old elevator floor below. He found no vampire’s here, but he did
find two dried husks that told him at least one of the vampires was still using
this lair on occasion. Quickly now
he hurried away from the warehouse, the memory of the night before filling his
mind. The thought of how helpless
he had been before the vampire angering him, and swearing he would find a way to
the hour before sunset he checked the tomb behind the mansion before hurrying
back to the compound. He was still
pondering how he could protect himself from the vampire when Bill called from
Jamaica and Paul told him what he had found.
like to keep watch for him at the warehouse,” he explained, “but if he sees me
again I have no defense against him,” he sighed, a sound of distraught in his
Bill said, after a short pause while he thought. “I know bullets won’t harm this
thing because its already dead, but I do have an idea of what may. If I can get my hands on one,” he
mumbled to himself.
me call you back,” he told Paul, “it may be in the wee hours of the morning but
I may have the answer for you, okay?”
to his word Bill called in the early hours before dawn and Paul answered it
Paul, its Bill and I’ve been making calls from here to all over Chicago since I
talked to you earlier. Boy I’d hate
to see your telephone bill because I charged them all to your account,” he
chuckled. Then in a more serious
note he said, “I did get in touch with an old army buddy of mine that was in Nam
with me, the guy will be knocking on your door sometime tomorrow morning with a
package for you and he is going to give you a quick lesson in how to use what is
in the package.
listen Paul! This guy is down and
out but he didn’t hesitate when I asked him for this favor. The package he is going to give you will
cost you about five hundred bucks but slip him some extra cash, okay? He has to do some hustling and running
around and deserves it,” he finished.
worry I’ll be sure to take good care of him,” Paul assured him, then after a few
more words hung up the phone. It
took him almost an hour to get back to sleep after the call, his mind wandering
of in all kind of directions wondering what Bill’s friend had for
the next morning an old pickup truck drove straight inside the hanger to the
mobile home where the driver climbed from the truck and knocked on the door,
nervously stepping inside on Paul’s invitation and setting a small gym bag he
was carrying down on the table.
After assuring himself Paul was who he said he was, the man introduced
him self and drew out the contents of the bag.
sweet little baby here will stop just about anything,” he informed Paul, handing
him a strange looking weapon about eighteen inches long, the weapon having a
short barrel of about an inch and a half in diameter.
fires these little tank stoppers here” the man went on, reaching into the bag to
hand Paul a clip of three shells that were over an inch in diameter. “These
things will stop a tank in its tracks,” he said, continuing to explain more
about the rocket-firing handgun he was delivering.
piece here,” he explained, pointing to the front of the rocket like shell,
“blows a hole through whatever it comes into contact with and allows the rest of
the shell to enter inside and explode.
Its a piece of ordinance used very effectively just recently in the Gulf
War,” he went on.
will do nicely,” Paul assured him, hefting the weapon, which to his surprise did
not weigh as much as it looked like it would.
clips for these things usually carry five shells, but all I could get my hands
on were these three and I was damn lucky to get them,” the man add, then once
more went over how to load and fire the weapon with Paul.
a couple times of running through the mechanics of using the weapon, Paul handed
the man a thousand dollars in fifty’s and twenty’s and the man was out of the
door and gone, leaving Paul alone to practiced loading and studying the weapon
until he felt comfortable with it before slipping it, along with the clip of
three shells, into the shoulder bag he always carried. The bag having become so much like a
part of him that he wouldn’t think of leaving the compound without
I’ll be able to go places after sunset I wouldn’t dare go
thought, already making plans to start at the warehouse where he would again
wait from sunset to sunrise for the vampire to show.
if I do things right and have a little luck I’ll get a chance to use this thing,
mumbled, patting the bag with the weapon in it.
the rage in Ravon’s mind the first night she returned to the woods behind the
mansion, and after her unexpected train ride, the thing that was Kelly became
frightened. Then when he threatened
to destroy her she became terrified and took the form of a bat and fled eastward
away from him and the mansion.
once since she first climbed from the tomb had she felt so alone and frightened,
and now after flying on for hours without stopping her only thoughts were to get
as far away from him as possible.
week of being alone after the train ride proved she could survive without him,
so now she could find a place far away and be on her own safe from his
when hungry and disposing of the remains, she left no telltale trail Ravon could
follow, each morning before dawn searching for a lair for the day and each
evening awakening and moving eastward again.
evening she dropped down into a little college town along the Connecticut River,
were she took a young couple making love in an automobile. After draining the two she buried the
remains in the nearby woods, with this done she moved up from the river to a
quaint little town near the college it self.
college’s campus covered acre after acre of land swallowing the town up, while
about the town and campus hundreds of young students went about their
business. With her youth and beauty
Kelly was eventually able to mingle with the students and become one of them, at
her leisure picking victims of her choice.
The little New Hampshire town, with its abundant supply of young
students, pleased her and she decided to stay for a time.
the following weeks she would often let some young man, who thought her one of
the student, come on to her as a lover.
Almost always they ended up parking along the river on some deserted
road, the snow covering the ground at this time of the year keeping them from
driving deeper into the woods.
out of sight of anyone she would drain the unsuspecting lover of his blood and
dispose of the remains. Often
breaking through the ice on the river to burying them under a cairn of stones
beneath the water, or carrying them deep into the woods to bury
time she began to hunt the small towns away from the college, a few miles away
discovering a bustling business area lined with malls and restaurants. Here again she found herself surrounded
by hundreds of young healthy men and woman.
it was only a matter of time before the many victims she took began to cause a
stir in the area and the news media became involved.
Again Paul entered the semi-darkness of the old warehouse, quickly hurrying up
the dark stairway to the forth floor where he hid among a pile of empty
cardboard cartons, and minutes later the sun began to set and darkness quickly
a soul around for blocks, he
thought, after searching the area with his mind and finding only a derelict
asleep in another empty building nearby.
dark shadows filling the far corners of the forth floor made the two metal doors
of the elevator becoming like deep squares of blackness. So he drew his canvas shoulder bag to
him and slipped his hand inside, the coldness of the newly acquired rocket
launcher giving him courage, when the memory of the vampire trapping him in the
cellar of the mansion causing him to be uneasy.
never know why the vampire turned away and left so suddenly, he
mused for the hundredth time, recalling the shock that filled him when he
flicked the switch to the sunlamps and nothing happened.
was standing less then five feet away from me in the doorway and had me
cold. In fact, he was so close that
even in the darkness I could clearly see his young face. Someone must have been watching
over me, he
thought, never knowing how close to the truth the thought was.
someone was Khufu, the second most powerful immortal after Ural, and little did
Paul know the beautiful young woman he saw that evening at the supermarket was
Khufu’s mate Karen. Both knew of
Paul and his plight with Kelly and his determination to destroy Raven. They themselves where after the same end
and tracked Ravon here through the news media, but they would be happy to stay
out of the picture and let Paul finish what he started. If he succeeded they would return
obscure to their quiet existence.
Meanwhile they would keep a watch on things.
night passed and the darkness outside the windows of the warehouse gave away to
the grayness of dawn. Inside Paul
jerked himself back to a sitting position from the slouch of sleep that had
overtaken him and he quickly glanced around nervously. Finding nothing amiss, he sat with his
back against the brick wall to watch and wait.
had better not do that again, he
thought, reaching out with his mind to search the area around the warehouse,
then again finding nothing leaned back against the wall to relax.
he sat upright with the feeling that he missed something, once again letting his
mind reach out. Again he sensed no
one near, his mind seeing only a void, but as he searched deeper he discovered a
void within a void. Aware now of
this deeper void, he watched with his mind as the void moved closer to the
few minutes later a dark figure leaped into one of the empty window casings and
stepped to the wooden floor.
Immediately Paul knew the deeper void he saw in his mind was the vampire
masking his presence, and his breath came in short pants as he slowly laid his
shaking hand on the cold grip of his weapon. Not once while he drew the weapon from
the bag, did he dare take his eyes from the vampire as it moved to the elevator
doors and began to pry them open.
in a whirl of unseen motion the dark figure turned and stared directly toward
the cardboard cartons were Paul sat, but before the figure could move the weapon
in Paul’s hand seemed to fire on its own.
watching a slow motion movie Paul saw the trail of the explosive rocket as it
leapt across the length of the warehouse to miss the vampire by inches. The rocket continuing on to tear through
the steel door of the elevator and explode inside the shaft, the blast blowing
away the steel doors and walls of the elevator shaft in a loud orange and red
ball of flame. In the flick of an
eye he saw the vampire glance back at the destruction behind him and then
disappear out through the window in a blur of movement.
morning sun flooded the interior of the warehouse before Paul realized he was
still sitting with the weapon resting on his knee, his eyes staring out through
the void where the elevator shaft had been. When he was finally was able to move he
arose and hurried from the warehouse and sat for a long while in his automobile,
his hands still trembling.
don’t think I’d care to go though that many more times, he
mumbled, when he finally quieted down and started the engine to drive
grayness was edging into the eastern sky when Ravon took his last victim for the
night and hid the husk away deep in an old storm drain. Quickly he moved along some railroad
tracks to an old abandoned warehouse where he kept a lair, and once there he
leaped easily up to the forth floor window and stepped inside. For the last few weeks his mind was
occupied with the loss of his minion Kelly and the recent encounter with the
mortal Paul. He would surely have
taken Paul the night he had him trapped in the cellar and been done with his
interfering, but he had suddenly sensed the strong presence of another immortal
nearby and fled. The presence had
been very powerful and he knew it was either Ural or Khufu who both wanted to
these thoughts occupying his mind he stepped to the floor of the warehouse and
moved to open the elevator doors, suddenly he felt a presence in the warehouse
behind him and whirled around like a cornered animal, his fangs bared and ready
to give battle.
in the far corner he spied the mortal Paul, while in the same instant heard the
click of a metal lever followed by an explosion. Before he could react a small missile
hurtled towards him from the direction of the mortal and roared by his head only
ease the missile exploded through the steel doors of the elevator behind him and
then again inside the shaft, the explosion blasting away the steel doors and
most of the walls. Before the light
from the blast died away he was already out the window racing swiftly
this time the sky to the east had already turned to gold, the sun threatening to
peak up over the horizon at any second.
Still he flew on for as long as he dared over a chain of warehouses. In the last minute before the sunlight
filled the sky, he swooped down into the opening of a large chimney. There he dropped down though to an old
furnace deep in the cellar, and here in the darkness among cinders he curled up
to sleep, his mind raging with hatred for this mere mortal who dared challenge
him. In all his existence he never
once encountered a situation like this, knowing this mortal, with the abilities
to read minds and close his mind to him, was somehow different. Three times now he had attempted to
destroy him and each time failed.
After this last encounter with the exploding missile he began to think
maybe Paul was not worth loosing his existence, and with these last thoughts he
drifted of to sleep.
evening he rose from the chimney of the old furnace and a few minutes later took
a young man he found walking along the railroad tracks, dropping the husk down
the same chimney he had exited earlier.
that evening, cloaked in the darkness of a moonless night, he stood high on the
mansion looking down at Kelly’s tomb.
Each evening he came here to watch the edge of the woods where he and
Kelly had always met, where each evening he reached out to her mentally with his
mind. He knew Kelly must be far
away, but nevertheless he came each evening hoping maybe she would change her
mind and return.
evening as he stood waiting the memory what happened when he had Paul trapped in
the cellar came to him and he shuddered at the thought of what had
out of nowhere he had felt the presence of another old and powerful immortal in
the nearby tomb, fearfully he quickly turned away and fled the area. He knew the immortal to be either Ural
or Khufu, which one it did not matter because they were both his
archenemies. What did matter was
the fact they now knew of his existence and would surely come to hunt him
through these thoughts he came to the decision that Paul and his persistence did
not matter any longer. He would rid
himself of this Paul by going off somewhere to another part of the world for
forty or fifty years, when he returned Paul would be either an old man or
dead. His only concerns now must
only be of Ural and Khufu whose threats were imminent and long
all of this into consideration, he moved away from Chicago and in no particular
hurry moved eastward.
cold biting wind of winter had eased and the welcoming warmth of spring filled
the air when Ravon finally arrived in New Hampshire. Along a strip of businesses and malls
that ran on for more than a mile, he selected a young male victim. After stalking and trapping the victim,
he drained the body of its blood and then built a cairn of stones over it
beneath a nearby river that separated New Hampshire from Vermont.
wearing the clothes of his victim, he mingled among throngs of shoppers filling
the malls and stores, then in the morning, as a band of light filled the eastern
horizon heralding the coming of dawn, he took a young woman returning to her
automobile by an all night market.
Sated and finding a lair for the night in a nearby cemetery he slept the
day away, that evening on awakening taking a young man he found hitchhiking
along the highway. Disposing of the
husk deep in a nearby quarry, he moved northwards to a college town and began
his search for Kelly.
few nights passed, until one evening while sitting in a small park like area in
front of the college town offices, he suddenly came alert when he saw Kelly
walking down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. She was dressed in a pair of denim
shorts and a tee shirt and looked like any of the other students, her arm linked
through a young man’s arm as they strolled along. In an instant he was on his feet
following the duo as they crossed over to his side of the street and then
entered a large bookstore. Moving
to a place across the street from where he could watch the entrance to the store
he became restless and reached out with his mind to the young man Kelly was
his surprise he found the young man was nowhere in the store and quickly learned
from the minds of others of another entrance leading to a side street behind the
building. Seconds later, from high
above and in the form of a bat, he spied Kelly and the young man walking along
like lovers towards a bridge that crossed the Connecticut River into
at the foot of the hill, just before the bridge, they turned into a small
recreation area and moved to a park bench beyond a small boathouse near the
his mind sealed from Kelly’s, he landed in the shadows of the boathouse and
watched as she drained the blood of her would be lover. Minutes later she arose from the bench
to strip herself of her shorts and Tee shirt before taking the remains of the
young man under her arm and disappearing below the waters of the river, a short
time later emerging to dress then move out of the park. It was then Ravon
stepped from the shadows of the boathouse to confront her and they stood in the
dark silence conversing with their minds.
do you shun me? He
asked, and before she could answer he went on. I only meant to frighten you into
being more careful when I threatened to destroy you.
did a good job of it,
she snapped back at him. I was
frightened when I first left you, but now I find I do not need you anymore,
she said, moving to walk around him.
Wait! He commanded, then quickly added, please wait.
is it you want? She asked, hesitating before him but
ready to spring away if need be.
want to communicate with you and for you to stop running from me. We need each other, he told her. Then after some thought, that is the
reason I made you.
I don’t need you,
she said, and this time she stepped around him and moved away from the boathouse
and out of the park.
meet me here tomorrow after sunset, he
pleaded, but she was gone. For a
long while after she left he stood in the darkness going over what he had
Kelly opened her self up to communicate with him, he had delved deep into her
mind and what he found there frightened him. She had become hard and callused now
taking her victims without any remorse.
Often times taking one just so she could watch it squirm with terror as
death approached, which she now enjoyed with a hungry passion.
evenings passed before she bothered to return to the boathouse to meet her maker
have had other things to do,
the thought snapped back at him when he asked where she had been these
a long while he stood staring down into her beautiful face, which even in death
turned the heads of many men, and wondered in the back of his sealed mind what
he had created here.
need to be very selective and careful of any victims we take from now on, he
finally went on to tell her. The
news around this area is full of stories about the missing young people and the
locals are all up in arms. It could
become very dangerous for us, he
can cower from these mortals if you want to, she spat back at him, but I am
above them all and I have the strength and power to let them live or take their
measly lives. Compared to them I am
like a goddess and for me to take the blood of one of them should be an honor to
the victim, she boasted, again
moving away quickly to disappear over the trees in the form of a
humiliation and anger he left the boathouse area and moved up the hill towards
the campus to wait in the parking lot behind one of the dormitories for a
victim. Less then an hour later a
young man came out of the rear door to the dormitory and hurried to one of the
automobiles parked in the lot.
Quickly he opened the trunk of the car and retrieved a small suitcase,
then closed the lid and turned back the way he had come.
he was confronted by a tall naked figure blocking his way, stepped back in shock
to stare at him. The look of
surprise filling the young man’s eyes quickly turning from question to fear,
when the hand of the stranger clamped itself over his mouth and he was lifted
like a baby and carried away.
a speed that made the trees a blur as they passed, he carried the young man
zigzagged down the hill through the woods until he reached the boathouse by the
river again. Here he set the
terrified victim on his feet and stepped back to expose his evil
with unbelievable terror the young man stumbled backwards and fell to the grass,
the menacing evil towered over him.
For a time he lay trembling, then with the strength of the adrenaline
pumped through his system he leaped to his feet and fled past the boathouse
towards the road. Ahead through the
trees he saw automobiles lights passing up and down the road, while with quick
backward glance saw that the naked figure still standing beyond the
boathouse. Hope bolstering him now
he increased his speed to get through the last thirty feet of trees to the road,
however the elation was soon shattered when with only a few more strides he
collided with the naked stranger who suddenly appeared before him again. Rebounding from the figure he fell back
onto the ground again, glanced up to see the fanged smiling face of his
tormentor. Again the he leaped to
his feet to run off in the direction of the boathouse and the trees, but the
figure was there before him and he knew in his heart all was lost.
time the figure clamped a strong hand around the young man?s throat and lifted
him with ease towards his grotesque mouth.
Quickly now the sharp fangs were positioned tightly over the large
throbbing artery on his neck, then with a light pressure they entered the flesh
to the nectar below.
that evening, from high on the clock tower over looking the quadrangle of the
college campus, Ravon watched as groups of men moved among the buildings
searching each yard and alleyway.
From the minds of these men he learned they were searching for more
bodies, while at the same time hunting for whoever was responsible for the
strange deaths of their young people.
the men had no idea of what they were looking for, all of the towns for miles
around were up in arms looking for some answers. Having been warned by the news media not
to venture outside alone, and rather than sit at home huddled in fear, the
chance a lone hunter found the hidden remains of a victim in the woods. Not long after two others where found in
an abandoned well. At first the
bodies seemed to be very old, but closer inspection of the clothes and
identification on the bodies proved them to be the missing college
old fear welled up in Ravon now as he watched the men below, the long forgotten
memory flooding his mind making him cringed back into the darkness of the
tower. The memory of another time
and place where mortals were up in arms in almost the same kind of a
situation. Although it was hundreds
of years ago the fiery images and wails still filled his mind as vivid as if
they were yesterday.
in a particular section of the Carpathian Mountains the number of immortal blood
takers had increased to almost a dozen.
For many years, and from the deep caves where they had made their lairs,
the immortals preyed on the small villages and hamlets in the valleys
below. With the need to keep their
youth the immortals took only the young and healthy, leaving the children and
very old alone. However when the
supply of young adults dwindled and they started to take the young children, the
villagers would take no more.
their fears of the vampires aside the villagers acted, then for the next year
they methodically combed the caves during the daylight hours. In time the villagers had eventually
found and burned all but two of the vampires, it was only by luck he and Lar
escaped over the mountains. Never
would he be able to forget the wailing and pain broadcast to him mentally by the
unlucky one’s as they were set afire.
with these memories renewed Ravon hugged the deeper shadows and climbed from the
tower to flee into the darkness.
couple of days later he was awakened by movement around in the cellar of the
college dormitory where he slept.
They would have had him if the crate he made his lair in had not been in
the rear of the cellar. It was only
by luck the group tired and moved away.
From information he quickly gathered from the searcher’s minds, he
learned in the last two days they found the remains of six more bodies. Two of them deep in the woods to the
north of town, the others buried beneath the river. Earlier that same day three more bodies
turned up in an old rusted water tower slated for demolition.
everyone was the fact that on each of the bodies, which resembled mummies, the
identification and fingerprints proved them to be bodies of the young people who
were missing. When this came to
light a clamor went out across the countryside and groups of self appointed
vigilantes began hunting for more bodies and the diabolical person, or persons,
responsible for their deaths.
now became more frightened than ever, not only had Kelly’s actions alerted and
aroused the people, but must have also attracted his enemies Ural and Khufu who
would soon come looking for him. Somehow he had to find a way to stop her from
going on with this madness or he must flee the area himself.
very evening Kelly came to the meeting place by the boathouse, a warm light
rain, washing over their naked bodies they stood silently facing each
must flee this part of the country immediately,
he warned her mentally, then went on to explain what he learned and seen and how
his lair was almost discovered.
have seen this kind of hysteria before and have come close to being destroyed by
mobs like these, he
said, urging her to hear his plea.
However he could read in her mind she had no intention of
will leave you and go away my self,
he finally said, however I will wait to the south in Massachusetts for a
time, not Boston, but one of the cities west of there, with this he changed
and took to the air in the form of a bat and disappeared into the rain filled
a long while Kelly stood staring after him, her mind assessing the things he had
told her and wondering if maybe he was right. However at that very moment a band of
the searchers turned into the park like area, the beams of their flashlights
reaching out towards the boathouse and illuminated her naked figure standing
there. For an instant a few of the
searchers stared at the wet gleaming image of the naked goddess standing in
their light beams, then she was gone.
was into this situation Paul entered the college town, taking rooms in the hotel
overlooking the huge park like quadrangle of the college. From the window of his rooms he could
see the classroom buildings lining the streets around the quadrangle, while
across the way, on the far side of the quadrangle, he could see a tall clock
steeple reaching high into the summer sky.
the same morning his shot missed the vampire, blowing away the elevator shaft in
the old warehouse, he sat for a long while trying to quell the shaking and fear
racking his body. When he finally
managed to quell his nerves, he hurried back to the safety of the hanger where
he fell onto his bed in a deep sleep.
that particular night many weeks passed with no new developments, it was then he
decided to visit a small college town in New Hampshire where news came of a
number of young people where mysteriously disappearing.
he arrived in the town he was surprised to find mobs of vigilantes searching the
countryside like an army of militants.
Not only where the mobs searching the woods, but every nook and cranny of
the town where anybody could hide.
He spent most of the first day watching out through the windows of his
hotel while groups of the men gathered at the far end of the huge quadrangle,
most of them carrying some kind of a weapon and all flocking around the back of
a flat bed truck. The back of the
truck mounted with a microphone and speakers, where two or three men stood by
waiting to say something over them.
a last check of the sunlamps he installed around his hotel room, Paul shrugged
into the straps of his shoulder bag, carrying his weapon and other equipment,
and hurried outside to join the men on the quadrangle.
group had swollen to over a hundred men by now, all facing the back of the flat
bed truck used as a stage. On the
truck a couple of police officers armed with rifles stood behind a man dressed
in a dark suit and tie who was giving the men a pep talk. Paul was to learn later the man was the
the mayor was saying, “the search we are making is for our friends and neighbors
sake as well as are own, no rough stuff.
If anyone refuses to let you search their homes or property, notify the
police and they’ll handle the situation.
By chance if you come across anyone, or thing, looking suspicious, be
very careful. We have no idea what
we’re dealing with here and don’t want anyone to get hurt,” and with this the man stepped away from
the microphone and one of the police officers stepped forward and began to issue
out different areas for groups of the men to search.
this time Paul had mingled deep among the group of men and stood leaning back
against a tree, his mind reaching out to different men in the group to see what
he could learn. In a short time he
knew most of what happened in the area, each man’s thoughts and memories a trove
of information. Suddenly he started
and came alert to stare in the direction of one man in particular. In the man’s mind Paul had seen the
image of a naked young woman standing in the darkness. The woman’s hair hanging down in
ringlets to a place below her ears, framing what truly looked like the face of a
young goddess. While raindrops ran
down her firm breasts, each drop reflecting in the beams of many flashlights as
they continued down over her flat stomach and long legs. Only for a brief instant did the glare
of the flashlights enhanced the vision and then it was gone.
Kelly! The thought exploded in Paul’s mind, the
image of her beauty opening all the old wounds in his heart.
now, his mind jumped from one to the other of the men in the group, he found
three more who were near the boathouse and saw Kelly that evening. Minutes later as the meeting came to an
end and the groups began to disperse; Paul approached the man in whose mind he
had first seen Kelly.
it going Dan?” He asked, having
read the man’s name in his mind and now reaching out to shake his
bad,” the man replied, taking Paul’s offered hand and shaking it. “Sorry but I can’t recall meeting you
before,” he honestly told Paul.
haven’t,” Paul said. “I was talking
to one of the other guys over there,” he lied, pointing over his shoulder with
his thumb. “He tells me you saw a naked young woman by the river the other
night, would you mind telling me more about it and where it was?”
not at all,” the man said, and then went on to tell Paul what he had seen and
that afternoon Paul stopped in the dinning room of the hotel for lunch, knowing
with all the commotion going on he could be up most of the night and may need
food and rest.
than two hours later a sharp rap on the door awakened him, and when he stumbled
from the bed to open the door he was more than surprised to see his big friend
Bill standing there with a grin on his face stretching from ear to
it going Paul?” Bill exclaimed,
taking him into his arms in a friendly bear hug. ‘It’s so great to see you
this is a pleasant surprise, but what are you doing here?” Paul asked, returning the hug. “I thought you were in the tropics
living it up.”
anymore,” Bill replied, stepping aside to introduce a pretty blond woman
standing behind him in the doorway.
is my good friend Lisa,” Bill went on, laying his arm across Lisa’s shoulder and
pulling her closer to him in a show of affection, “we met the first week I
arrived in the islands and have been together ever since,” he finished, watching
Paul’s face for some sign of approval.
it is certainly a pleasure to meet you,” Paul told her, then embraced her like
an old friend.
friend of Bill’s is always more than welcome,
he finished, closing the door and
offering them in to take a seat by the window.
glow of happiness filling Paul when he thought how far Bill had come since they
first met, and the fact that now he even seems to have found a mate. However the happiness quickly passed
when he remembered the situation and fear haunting the surrounding
you aware of what’s been going on here?” he asked, glancing from Bill to
I’ve been on top of everything that’s happened since I left,” Bill assured
him. “Of course I don’t know what’s
been happening here in the last few days, but I’m certain you’ll fill me in,” he
finished; catching the glance Paul gave Lisa.
don’t have to worry about her,” Bill said, nodding towards Lisa. “She knows everything and wants to
help. In fact she helped me get
this,” he said, pulling an over sized automatic from under his light
here baby fires exploding shells,” Bill explained, snapping the thick magazine
from the handle and popping one of the six shells from it.
you can see these shells are about one and a half times the size of a normal
forty five slug, and this elongated nose is filled with explosives. Unlike the weapon you have,” he
continued, “this shell explodes on contact and will stop a charging bear dead,
in its tracks. What do you think of
it?” he finished, the grin returning to his face.
weapon,” Paul exclaimed, taking the weapon in his hands to heft it and check the
weight. “I like the idea of being
able to carry it under your jacket, where did you manage to find something like
this?” he asked.
managed to talk one of her ex-army buddies out of it,” Bill explained, nodding
towards Lisa. Then he went on to
boast, “Lisa here was an ordinance expert in the Gulf War and can take apart and
reassemble almost any weapon you hand her,” he bragged. Then laying his arm across her shoulder
pulled her to him.
that I have this protection I’m back to help,” he said in a serious tone, his
hand coming down on Paul’s shoulder in a sign of friendship.
a few seconds Paul stared deep into Bill and Lisa’s eyes before turning to gaze
out through the window. For a time
his thoughts flashed back to the incident at the warehouse where the missile he
fired missed the vampire, again seeing the leering face of evil and hate before
don’t know,” he mumbled in a low voice, while at the same time shaking his head
from side to side in a slow motion.
“Things have changed, and the reality of everything seems to have come
after a few more minutes he turned back from the window to face
can’t ask you to get involved in this any further, now that you have Lisa with
you it becomes even more dangerous.”
“Listen! Lisa and I have already discussed all of
this and have decided its what we want to do, so your stuck with us,” Bill
replied, a sheepish grin curling the corners of his mouth. “Now stop wasting all of this time and
tell us what your plans are and what we can do to help.”
you know for sure Kelly’s around here somewhere,” Bill stated, a short time
later when Paul finished bringing them up to date on everything.
sure of it,” Paul replied. “I’m not sure about the male vampire, he’s much more
illusive then Kelly and as of yet there are no reports of him. But I do have a strong feeling he’s
somewhere nearby, or was.”
think it would be a good idea for you two to hang around the police station and
try to collect any information that comes in. If you find out anything you can call me
on this,” he said, handing Bill a small two-way radio.
be down near the river where she’s been seen,” then as an after thought he
added. “Remember there may be two
of them now so you’ll have to be twice as careful.”
heat and humidity of day had not eased when the sun went down, so the coolness
of the dark boathouse, which Paul had to force the lock to enter, was a welcome
treat to his sweat soaked body.
it is the little things that mean so much, he
thought, as he entered and quickly moved to a small window from where he had a
clear view of the river and the entrance to the small park.
one brief instant, the amount of time it took to blink an eye, he opened his
mind to scan the surrounding area and finding nothing relaxed and moved a small
barrel near the window to sit on.
the beeper of his two-way radio off, he set it on a crate nearby where he could
see if the red light blinked and Bill was trying to call him. Next to the radio he set the canvas
shoulder bag and unzipped it, gently laying his hand inside to feel the
reassuring cold metal of the weapon inside.
I really be able to fire this thing at Kelly if I had to? He
mused under his breath, in his mind seeing the image of Kelly’s sleek body and
the thought of what one of the rocket shells would do to it. Quickly he shook the image from his mind
and tried to change his thoughts.
wonder what her feelings are now and if she remembers her mortal
Another thought came through, and with this came visions of her lying in his
arms responded to him with such tenderness and love. Although there were some problems near
the end of their marriage, in the beginning it was all love and bliss. Kelly had always been like a goddess to
him, her perfectly body melding with his own when they were together like
a while he sat mesmerized in these memories until a movement by the river
snapped him back to reality, where something in the water was moving towards
near the boathouse. At first it
looked just like an object floating in the water, but as watched he could see it
was moving across the current towards shore.
it neared shore and arose out of the water and he could see it was a human head
followed by the body of a naked woman.
“Kelly!” The name resounded in his mind,
reverberating as if it was coming down a long empty chamber.
a few seconds the figure stood by the rivers edge shaking water from her dark
hair, while beads of water clinging to her naked flesh sparkled in the faint
starlight as it ran down her sleek body.
Nonchalantly she glanced around the small park then made to move around
the boathouse towards the road.
Suddenly she stopped and stared into the blackness of the boathouse
window where he had been sitting.
shirt, which had been damp with perspiration before, was now sopping wet, as he
stood pressed against the wall beside the window. While with all his will he struggled to
keep his mind sealed from the probing of the thing outside. Yes the thing, the beautiful body and
persona that was his Kelly’s now only a force of something dark and evil. I have to remember this or I’ll
surely be lost, he reminded himself, a wash of fear passing through
a long while he remained in that uncomfortable position before realizing if the
thing outside had seen him, or knew he was there, it would have already charged
into the boathouse to destroy him.
Trying now to settle his nerves and reflexes that were strung to a high
pitch, he edged to the window and peered out. The grassy area between the boathouse
and river was deserted; the lonely chirp of crickets the only thing outside
disturbing the stillness of the night.
a while longer he stood motionless staring out to the spot where Kelly had
stood, until a signal of pain managed to get through the tangled of thoughts to
his brain. Glancing down he found
his hands still clutching his weapon in a vise like grip, and with a sigh he
loosened his grip and moved cautiously out of the boathouse into the
had stood belligerent the night Ravon warned her about the dangers of staying in
the area of the college town, then watched as he flew off leaving her to fend
have no need for you anyway,
her mind lashed out at him as he flew away, as she moved away towards the campus
to find another victim.
few nights later she entered into a deserted ski lift shack high on a mountain a
few miles from the college campus.
The shack was sitting near the top of a mountain, abandoned now until the
winter’s snow began to fall and cover the countryside in a soft blanket of white
again. In the form of a bat she was
able to squeeze inside the through a small knothole. The one window the lift operator used to
watch the skiers unload when it was in operation, boarded over, as was the one
door. A precaution taken after the
shack had been broken into one year and some of the lift equipment
hot dark interior of the shack was heated to an unbearable degree by the summer
sun beating on it, but the heat having no effect on her she thought the shack
made a perfect lair. Built into the
rear wall she found a large empty tool locker that reached from wall to wall,
the tools and equipment usually kept inside the locker removed for the
summer. Here, as natural as
climbing into bed, she climbed into the empty chest, closed the lid, and was
soon fast asleep. A couple of hours
later she was awakened by a ripping sound, as the nailed plywood was pulled from
the door of the shack and minutes later the door was thrown open to let in the
in here,” a young man’s voice announced, as he stepped inside the shack to
glance around. Then moving further
inside he sat on the tool locker and waved in four other men who were standing
outside the door.
more of the men stepping inside to sit on the tool-chest beside the first man,
the fourth setting a cooler he was carrying down on the floor and taking a seat
in the one chair. The last of the
five standing in the doorway where he began sucking on a cold bottle of beer one
of the others handed him from the cooler.
awake and terrified now, Kelly had all she could do to lay quiet and be thankful
the small amount of sunlight, seeping in through the cracks between the boards,
was not enough to harm her.
“Ain’t nothing up here on this friggin hill,”
the man sitting in the chair cursed, laying his weapon, a sharp two-headed axe,
against the wall.
sheriff said we can expect to find the killer, or killers, anywhere,” the tall
man in the doorway said.
“Ya! They could also be hundreds of miles
away by now,” one of the men sitting on the locker replied.
ever it was must be long gone,” the man in the doorway added, nervously shifting
the shotgun he carried from one arm to the other.
sheriff doesn’t know anymore about this than anyone else around here,” another
of the men sitting on the locker started.
“We don’t even know who, or what, were looking for. Maybe we’ve already found and talked to
the killer and don’t even know it, he could be somewhere nearby right now
laughing at us,” the man finished.
I don’t know about you guys, but its to damn hot to sit in here for very long,”
the first man said, quickly draining his beer and throwing the empty bottle into
the corner before pushing past the man in the doorway to step outside. A couple of minutes later the rest of
the men left the shack and their voices slowly faded away as they moved back
down the mountain.
of this conversation Kelly heard through the lethargic haze of sleep, then for
the rest of the long she slept in fitful naps. As soon as the sun set far enough to the
west so the shadow of the mountain enveloped the shack, she burst from the
tool-chest and raced down the mountainside. She dare not take to the air because the
last rays of the sun remained above the trees. She was also afraid of another young
woman who had followed her to the mountain and who she had barely
a quickly darkening pine grove at the foot of the mountain, she fell to the
ground and sat huddled against the bole of a tree her legs pulled up to her
chest. The bravado she had boasted
was gone now, replaced by a cringing fear as she thought of how close she had
come to being discovered and destroyed.
a blood taker, with all her strength and power she had always felt so far above
any mere mortal, but now she realized it was only by night her powers could help
her. By day she was weak helpless,
unable to move and easy prey to even the weakest mortal.
the darkest of the night she finally lifted from the pine grove as a bat and
fled from the direction of the college moving southward. Ravon her maker had been right and she
should have listened to him, she would find him now, tell him so, and ask his
nights later, as a bat, she landed on the granite ledge to a window of a
five-story brick building that was a dormitory over the state line from New
Hampshire into Massachusetts.
The building was one of three in a walled in compound of a large private
girls school and being mid summer and vacation time most of the girls were gone
home. However several of the older
girls stayed on campus, some of them taking a part time job in town.
was one of these young woman Kelly had selected and stalked, following her to
the campus after meeting and striking up a conversation with her in a small bar
and restaurant where she worked. In
the course of the conversation she read in the young women’s mind how
twenty-five of the girls remained in the schools dormitory through the
summer. The only deterrent keeping
their young men visitors from the dormitory was an old housemother whose rooms
were on the first floor.
in the form of a bat she pushed in the corner of the window screen and slipped
inside, when she touched the floor she materialized into her natural form and
quickly studied her surrounding.
Finding her self in a long corridor running the length of the dormitory,
each side of the corridor lined with numbered doors of the student’s rooms. To her right a red Exit sign hung over a
set of swinging doors leading to some stairs, at the far end of the corridor she
could see another Exit sign over another set of doors.
down the corridor she found a sigh that read, SHOWER ROOM, and she stepped
moist air, which filled a large tan colored tiled room, washed over her as she
entered and quickly glanced around to find she was in a locker room. Here long wooden benches fastened to the
floor sat before a long row of lockers standing against the wall. Across from the lockers an open doorway
led into a long open room of showers.
silently into the shower bay she saw white wisps of steam floating lightly in
the air near the far end of the room, where a shower sprayed out hot water in a
steady hissing sound.
the shower closely entwined were two young women completely unaware of her
presence. When they finally notice
her they quickly parted causing beads of water running down their naked bodies
to sparkle from the overhead lights, then for a moment they stared at Kelly’s
nakedness and was surprise when she approached and embraced them both. But their surprise and pleasure soon
turned to shock when powerful fingers clasped the back of their necks and lifted
them from the floor, then in one quick movement Kelly banged their heads
together to stun them into silence and at her leisure drained the blood from
each of them.
their husks into a couple of empty lockers she dressed in one of the girls
clothes and moved back out into the corridor. Sated for now she was not looking for
another victim, nevertheless if one of the girls stepped from her room as she
passed she would take her. However
the corridor and stairway remained empty and a few minutes later she exited the
building through the front door and walked off the campus heading south
later she found Route 12 south, all but deserted as she walked down it through
the humid summer night. In the past
hour, except for the light from the stars in the velvet sky above, she had only
seen the lights from two cars, both cars coming along the road headed in the
wrong direction. Suddenly her luck
changed when the headlights of a car slowed behind her and a big late model
Buick pulled up beside her and stopped.
A couple of seconds later the window on the passenger side of the Buick
we give you a ride somewhere dear?” the soft voice of a woman came from inside
the dark interior of the car.
down she glanced into the Buick and could see the offer came from a sweet old
woman sitting in the passenger seat, a friendly smile of expectation on her face
as she waited for an answer. In the
drivers seat, with both of his hands on the steering wheel and his foot poised
above the accelerator pedal, sat an older man, most likely the women’s companion
or husband. The man nervously
scanning the woods along the road and repeatedly glancing into the rear view
mirror, suspicious of why a young woman would be walking along the dark deserted
road alone at this time of the night.
It was obvious he was afraid of her being some kind of a trap for some
thank you!” Kelly cooed, opening
the door and sliding into the rear seat of the air-conditioned
been walking for hours and I’m completely exhausted,” she feigned, lying her
head back against the seat. “I have
been trying to locate my aunt and uncle who live here in Massachusetts, all I
know is they live in a large city west of Boston,” she lied.
that sounds like it could be the city of Worcester,” the old man informed her,
relaxing back into his seat now that the Buick was moving again. “We’ll be going
through Worcester but not until tomorrow afternoon, were expected at a relatives
home in Gardner just a little further down the road here, but its less then an
hour away from Worcester,” he explained.
“If you would like to stop and spend the night we’ll be glad to take you
the rest of the way in the morning,” he offered.
her mind Kelly already knew she would not harm this old couple, but to wait for
them until the next day was out of the question.
thank you for the ride,” she told them a short time later when the man brought
the Buick to a stop and she climbed out.
how I hate to see you out here on the highway all by your self at this time of
the morning,” the old man said, as she slid from the back seat and closed the
door behind her. Then as an after
thought, “could you use a few dollars dear?” he asked.
no thank you,” she told him, “and please don’t worry I’ll be very careful,” she
promised. Then turned and walked
off down the dark highway, the sound of the Buick’s engine fading away as it
moved off in a different direction.
three thirty in the morning and five miles further on down the road from where
she had been dropped off, another set of car headlights came from behind and
stopped beside her.
a ride babe?” A young man driving
an eighty-four Plymouth Reliant asked, while at the same time seductively looked
into the back seat,” he said to a young women sitting in the passenger seat
beside him, motioning over his shoulder with his thumb.
don’t do this Bobby,’ the young woman pleaded, when Kelly moved towards the car
and reached for the door handle.
get into the back seat or so help me I’ll toss you out here on the road,” he
threatened, giving the young woman a well placed, backhand across her face. Then with the red mark of the handprint
on her face and tears streaming down her cheeks, the young woman opened the door
to stepped out of the car. Then
pulling the seat forward she climbed into the back. A few minutes later the Reliant moved
off again down the highway with Kelly sitting in the passenger seat beside the
young man, the fragile young woman laying on the back seat sobbing.
you headed babe?” the young man asked, laying his hand on Kelly’s leg to give it
a light squeeze.
going to my aunt and uncles place in Worcester,” she lied. “The bus I was riding on left the rest
station in New Hampshire without me, leaving me behind with out my purse or
suitcase. I’ve been walking most of
the day,” she ended.
don’t worry babe you won’t have to walk any more,” the young man promised, his
hand now high on her thigh.
few miles further down the highway he brought the Reliant to a stop at a
crossroad and opened the door.
on Sally,” he told the woman in the back seat, pulling the back of his seat
forward so she could get out, while at the same time making that same motion
with his thumb pointing over his shoulder.
do not leave me here Bobby, its dark and I am afraid,” she pleaded, another gush
of tears streamed down her face.
only live a couple of miles down the road,” he said, pointing down the road then
reaching in to pull her from the car.
be fine,” he assured her, as he slid back into the driver’s seat and closed the
door before driving away. Then as
the fragile figure of the young woman standing alone on the dark highway crying,
dwindled in the rear view mirror, the young man’s hand once again reached over
to run under Kelly’s light blouse.
miles later, with a bit of coaxing from her, he pulled the Reliant off the road
into a parking place near a large reservoir. Without hesitation he turned off the
engine and reached for a worn plaid blanket in the backseat, then hurried around
to Kelly’s side of the car to open the door for her. When she stepped from the car he all but
dragged her to the water edge where he haphazardly spread the blanket on the
grass and pulled her to him.
a knowing smile she allowed him to push her down onto the blanket then watched
as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to his feet. Now, with his manly confidence larger
than his man-hood, he dropped down on top of her expecting to take her any way
he pleased. To his surprised she
received him with open arms and quickly rolled him over so she was on top. For a few seconds pleasure washed over
him as she nuzzled the soft flesh of his neck, but was quickly forgotten when
she bit deep into the flesh to the jugular vein and commenced to drink
after she stood over the corpse studying the band of light on the eastern
horizon heralding the coming of dawn, then quickly took the remains under her
arm and walked into the water of the reservoir.
beneath the surface she hurried to pile stones over the husk so it wouldn’t
float to the surface, but in her haste she did not cover the body as completely
as she usually would. Surfacing
from the water minutes later, she quickly changed shapes and flew the last few
miles to the city.
was almost upon her with the sky already turning from gray to silver, when she
reached the city of Worcester, it allowing her only once to circle and find a
lair for the day in the cellar of an old warehouse.
she curled up to sleep under a large empty crate and opened her mind to scan the
city for any sign of Ravon but found none.
Not that she expected to, the shielding of his mind after all these
thousands of years a natural thing for him.
again, we all make mistakes sometimes,
she thought, as she drifted off the sleep.
the same time Kelly drifted off to sleep a state police car pulled in behind the
abandoned Reliant at the reservoir, then after carefully approaching the car
sitting with both of its doors wide open and after finding it empty he made a
searched of the area. On nearing
the edge of the water he came upon the plaid blanket spread on the grass, with a
woman’s skirt, blouse and under garments on it. Nearby he also found a pair of men’s
dungarees and loafers and his first thoughts were of suicide, as was the
thoughts of his superiors who quickly arrived at the scene after he called
a careful search of the area a team of scuba divers came to search below the
deep waters of the reservoir, then a short time later they found the remains of
the young man deep below the surface, under a huge mound of rocks.
thing is not right here,” the diver who found the man’s body informed his
superior, after he and two other divers returned into the reservoir to search
for the woman’s body and found nothing.
I found the mans body it was under a pile of rocks like someone trying to hide
it, if his foot and arm had not been sticking out I would have never found him,”
the diver told his superior, shaking his head in bewilderment.
noontime of the same day more divers came and for the rest of the day they
searched for the woman’s body.
same night Ravon left Kelly by the boathouse in New Hampshire, he flew southward
away from the college town and the danger that was inevitable there.
all through the night, and stopping only once to feed, he arrived at a small
town just south of the Massachusetts boarder. Here in a cemetery on the outskirts of
the town he dug his way into a newly filled grave and slept the day away with
the cadaver. When he awoke that
evening he again began moving southward and by the early hours of the second day
circled high over the city of Worcester, Massachusetts.
his third pass over the city he descended onto the top of a clock tower of an
old stone building. The building,
one of four, that sat within a fenced in compound on a high hill over looking a
long lake below.
compound of buildings enclosed by a high, chain link fence, protected with
barbed wire stretching across its top.
The fence running from one side of clock tower to circle around the other
four huge buildings before returning to the opposite side of the clock
tower. Each of them constructed of
huge blocks of gray stone, their size and structure demanding awe and respect
from any that looked upon them.
the windows and doors were covered with sheets of plywood the buildings still
stood proud and majestic, a lasting tribute to its long dead
the compound grass and weeds grew wild between the buildings attesting to the
fact that they were abandoned.
his high perch on the clock tower, Ravon probed the area in and around the
compound with his mind and found nothing stirring except a few rats and an
occasional bat. Sensing the
buildings were part of an old insane asylum, abandoned for many years, he
decided the asylum would be a perfect place for his lair and studied the area
the road passed by the front of the clock tower then turned down the hill, some
newly constructed red brick buildings stood, a sign in front of the buildings
proclaimed them to be Bio-Tec laboratories. Further down the hill at the bottom of
the valley, and close to the long lake, sat a huge gray hospital building, and
even as he watched a helicopter came in over the lake to land behind
either side of the hospital were two large parking lots, beyond them a heavily
traveled road came up from somewhere beyond the valley to cross a bridge over
the lake, before coming up the hill far to the right of the tower.
hour was late and Ravon knew he must feast after his long flight, so for a while
longer he remained atop the clock tower studying the hospital
this time of morning the working staff at the hospital were the only mortals
awake in the building, yet a few minutes later he saw a figure leave the side
door of the hospital and move to one of the well-lit parking lots. Quickly he dropped from the tower to
catch some of the humid air beneath the leathery wings of the bat he turned
into, then silently circled above the parking lot. When the figure he now saw was a young
woman, climbed into an automobile and drove away, he followed high above. For a while the vehicle zigzagged
through the city streets until it finally pulled into the unlit parking lot of a
residential building a few miles from the hospital.
the vehicle and turning off the lights and engine, she opened the door to step
out. Before she had time to lift
her foot and set it out onto the tarmac, Ravon’s naked figure loomed up before
her and shoved her back onto the seat.
Her first thoughts were Oh my God
he’s going to rape me, however the thought soon passed when the man clamped
his lips to her neck and she felt two pinpricks in her throat and the man began
to gulp deeply. In seconds a light
haze clouded her mind and she drifted off into a deep sleep never to wake
now, he tucked the woman’s husk under his arm and sprinted out of the parking
lot down the road. On more than one
occasion stopping to hide behind a parked automobile or dash into some yard so
he would not be seen. On one of the
wider streets he removed a manhole cover from a sewer drain and dropped the
remains down into it, then hurried away again in the direction of the clock
one easy leap he cleared the eight-foot fence and moved to the building away
from the clock tower, quickly scaling the walls of the building to the
roof. With a last glance to the
east, where dawn’s light was fast seeping into the darkness of the night sky, he
moved to one of the window dormers to pull the plywood loose and disappeared
he found himself in a huge, dusty, attic cluttered with old iron bed frames and
a few old wheelchairs, most of the wheelchairs with one or both wheels
missing. At the end of the dark
attic a flight of stairs led down to the next floor where he found a locked door
that flew open with a shove of his hand.
Here he found himself in a deeper darkness, the plywood covering the
windows not allowing even the slightest ray of light to enter.
thought, glancing around, the darkness not impairing his vision at
was in a huge room with many tables and chairs, the area most likely some sort
of a day room. To the rear of the
room, looking towards the back of the building, a heavy grilled gate blocked the
entrance to a long corridor. On
both sides of the corridor a line of doors opened into small rooms while down at
the very end of the corridor, facing towards the day room, stood a single
a light kick the gate blocking the corridor slammed back against the wall and he
moved down to one of the doors.
I thought, padded cells,
he mused, pushing back one of the heavy doors with its small slot like window to
one of these will make a good lair,
he thought, his senses telling him outside the sun was already climbing high
into the morning sky. Then another
thought struck him and he stepped from the room and stared at the single door at
the far end of the corridor. For
some reason the door with no slotted window in it intrigued him, and he moved
down the corridor towards it. When
he reached for the handle of the door he saw it had no lock on the outside, then
when he stepped inside and found a fourteen by twelve foot long room he knew
room was empty except for a long table sitting in the middle of the floor,
secured to the table’s top were leather restraint straps where patients could be
strapped down. Under the table a
Chrome handle release lever would allow the table to tilt upright, if necessary
and on the far wall hung a number of electrical gauges and wires. For shock treatment he was sure,
noticing the locks were on the inside of the door. This is most likely the only room in the
compound with a lock on the inside of it, he mused.
a few minutes longer standing in the darkness studying the table before turning
to glance back through the open door to the long corridor beyond. Finally with a shrug of his shoulders he
closed the door behind him and curled up on the table to sleep. As usual he opened his mind for an
instant to probe his immediate surroundings, but what he found caused him to
bolt upright and sit on the edge of the table.
the room was empty and had not been used in years, the walls of the room oozed
with long forgotten memories of torture and pain. The visions were of both men and women
patients strapped naked to the table convulsing with pain as electricity shot
into their bodies, the electricity coming through wires running from the panel
of gauges and switches on the back wall. In almost all of the visions the
same two attendants were administering the treatment, their faces beaming with
pleasure and lust as they watched the torture, their expression showing how much
they enjoyed their work.
of the visions were about another kind of torture, the kind when the attendants
took a young female, or sometimes a young male, into the locked room and had
their way doing unspeakable things to them.
I do to survive is not so bad,
he thought, after seeing what happened in many of the visions passing through
his mind, now lying back on the table to close his eyes and sleep.
few evenings later, light rain fell from thick clouds hanging over the city for
days, a rain that not only dampened the city but also everyone’s
this evening Ravon stood in the semi-darkness of a doorway, near a downtown
shopping mall, from where he could see the main entrance to the busy mall. From here he would pick a victim from
the many mortals bustling in and out of the place, but as usual he was in no
hurry and stood watching.
the street from where he stood was a city park about the size of a city
block. The park crisscrossed with
walkways under a canopy of trees. The only mortals moving about the deserted
park at this time of the night an occasional bum or homeless person, most likely
kicked out of the dryness of the mall.
In the short time he was around the city he found this to be one of his
favorite places, often coming here early just to watch shoppers as they hustled
in and out of the mall. Often
waiting until the hour grew late and the crowds diminished before choosing a
victim to follow home, or at least away from the center of the city.
night was to be no different than the others, so when the customers ceased to
hustle in and out of the stores he had only to wait until the clerks left the
mall and choose a victim from among them.
His victim this night a young man, who on leaving the mall stood for a
time talking with two young women in front of the mall. A few minutes later a vehicle pulled up
to the curbside and the two women climbed into it and it drove away. Alone now, the young man crossed the
street to a bus stop and waited out of the rain in a small glassed in
shelter. A few minutes later the
bus arrived and he boarded it and Ravon followed high above.
near the outskirts of the city the young man stepped from the bus, then waited
until the bus pulled away from the curb before hurrying across the street to
enter a gateway leading up a long up driveway. The driveway leading up to a complex of
dormitories and other buildings that were part of a large college campus, and
here each side of the dark driveway was line with huge trees.
into the darkness of the trees Ravon waited until the young man was less than a
few feet away before he was ready to step out and take him, suddenly another
figure stepped from the shadows nearer the man and enveloped him. For a fleeting second Ravon turned to
flee into the night, the image of the other figure barely having time to
register in his mind, suddenly he stopped and turned back.
he said in a thought, when he recognized the naked figure of Kelly as she
finished draining the blood from the young man.
she dropped the remains of the victim and turned crouched and ready to defend
didn’t know you were so near,
she responded in her mind, when she saw Ravon, at the same time straighten up to
compose herself now that she knew it was him.
you come to me because you realized how careless you have become, or because you
had to leave? He
asked, watching the muscles in her jaw to see if they would give away her answer
to the question.
matter you are here now, but I must tell you this, you cannot continue your
actions or feel superior to mortals here.
Compared to our numbers the mortals here are like grains of sand on a
beach, if you push them eventually they will find and destroy you. For thousands of years now we have
existed in the shadows of the night silent and unseen among them, our very
existence depends on it. For you to
flaunt your superiority over them is only courting
now know you’re right,
she conceded, I’ll do better this time I
promise, she said, picking up the young man’s remains and draping them over
her shoulder before moving off into the night to find somewhere to hide
me tomorrow when you awake,
his thought reached out to her, flashing the image of where they were to meet
into her mind.
Ravon dropped down onto a stone tower in a wooded area from where he could see
the city lights in the distance.
His interest here was not the view but an automobile parked near the
bottom of the tower.
the vehicles open windows he could hear the grunts and sighs of pleasure from a
young couple entwined inside.
Minutes later when the sighs and grunts ceased, and the vehicle stopped
rocking, a young woman open the door and stepped out. Quickly she moved around to the back of
the tower where he stood, where she lifted her skirt to squat and
around nervously she wiped herself with a napkin and stepped into a pair of
panties she had carried in her hand.
Pulling them up and shifted her hips a couple of times until they felt
just right, she made ready to leave.
However before she could make another move, Ravon dropped down behind her
and clasped his hand over her mouth before tucking her under his arm to sped
away among the trees. Swiftly he
crossed the busy nearby avenue and traveled from yard, to yard unheard and
he reached the clock tower he leaped the high fence and scaled the stone
building without effort to reach his lair.
Swinging the plywood on the dormer window aside he stepped inside,
quickly descending the stairs and moving to the room at the end of the
the darkness he removed the terrified girl from under his arm and strapped her
to the table, deep sobs of fear and anguish the only sound filling the empty
black void. Then with an evil grin
hidden by the darkness, he stepped from the room and closed the door behind him,
confident no sound would escape the room.
he exited out through the dormer window, then a few minutes later again landed
on the top of the stone tower from where he had taken the girl.
automobile she had gotten out of was still below and although all that
transpired had only taken a few minutes, he could sense the young man in the car
below becoming restless. A few
minutes later he climbed from the vehicle and hurried in the direction the young
woman had taken, anxious to see what was keeping her.
Ravon dropped down from the tower, this time to land behind the young man who he
quickly lifted from his feet and turned to face him. Lifting him from his feet shocked the
young man, but not like the terror filling him when he saw the barred fangs draw
close. Seconds later it made no
difference, as his blood drained from him and his body began to
of the remains in a shallow grave, in the small wooded area surrounding the
tower a short time later, returned Ravon returned to the compound.
again he stood high atop the clock tower, this time letting a warm rain that had
started, wash down over his body until dawn’s light began to brighten the
eastern sky. In the last seconds he
leaped across to the building where he made his lair and disappeared inside,
quickly moving to the room where he had the terrified woman strapped to the
sobbing had long ceased now and she lay with her eyes wide open trying to peer
into the blackness. His footsteps
no more than the sound of a snowflake gently falling to the ground, she was
unaware he stood close to her and sensed her anxiety and fear as she struggled
to keep alert and awake. Because of
her ordeal fear pumped adrenaline to her heart causing it to beat unmercifully
sapping all of her strength. Now,
with all of her energies used up she could only lay in the darkness placid and
exhausted unable to free herself.
scent of her rich blood filled his nostrils and although he was sated, he was
tempted to drink from the font lying before him in the darkness. Instead he passed a hand over her eyes
and willed her into a merciful sleep then curled himself up on the floor beside
the table and slept the day away.
evening drew near he awoke and stood over her again, her heart beating with the
rhythm of natural sleep where she would remain that until he awoke her. Now only a light sigh passed her lips as
he leaned over to drink lightly from her font.
will make my lair here also,
Kelly informed Ravon, later that evening when they stood face to face on the
tarmac road before the clock tower.
“I’ve been moving from place to place and as of yet have not found
anything as suitable as this, she continue, making a small gesture with her
hand towards the clock tower and compound beyond.
for a second, she hesitated. I sense a mortal inside that building,
she told him nodding towards the far building in the compound where he had his
is my early evening feast and none of your concern, he
informed her, changing forms and then flying off into the night.
you make your lair here you must be more than careful, his
last thoughts warned, as she made ready to lift off to hunt.
the midst of the city Kelly came upon another college campus spread out beyond
the main buildings in every direction, the campus covering many of the streets
in a six, block area. Almost behind
the main classrooms were a series of four, and five, story dormitories, the
buildings housing both male and female students. It was to the third floor window of one
of these dormitories she was drawn to, where from a windowsill she watched the
goings on in a room.
a young man stood in an open doorway leading into a corridor beyond the room,
while on the bottom, of a set of bunk beds, sat another young man and
woman. The two on the bunk were
talking to two other young women sitting at a small desk. After a few minutes the conversation in
the room broke up and the man in the doorway and the couple on the bed left the
room. A few more words passed
between the two remaining women, then one of them rose and took a robe and
pajamas from the closet and headed down the corridor to a bathroom.
now Kelly pushed in the corner of the screen covering the window and slipped
into the room, still in the form of a bat she dropped to the floor and
waited. When the young woman
remaining in the room stepped to the closet to get her own nightclothes, Kelly
reared up in her naked human form and wrapped her powerful arms around her. Quickly drawing her close she exposed
the smooth flesh of the young woman’s throat, then in a moment of passion and
excitement drove her teeth deep into the waiting flesh. Wave after wave of delightful ecstasy
washing over her as the warm blood flowed from the woman, the enchantment fading
as the loud rhythmic pounding of the woman’s heart slowed and then
placing the remains of the young woman under the blankets of the lower bunk, she
stepped into the closet to wait a few minutes until the second woman returned
from the room.
could have at least left the night light on for me,” the young woman scolded as
she closed the door and moved to the desk to snap on a small night-light
I see you’ve climbed into my bunk,” she added, her voice changing from a
scolding air to a sultry voice.
“I’m happy you’re in that kind of a mood,” she purred, setting the
clothes she was carrying onto the desk so she could rub her hands over the butt
of the shape under the blanket, a moment later rising again to hang the clothes
into the closet. However when she
swung open the closet door the dim light of the night-light fell on Kelly’s
naked form standing inside, her evil fangs and chin still dripping
the young woman could scream or move, Kelly had her by the throat in her
powerful fingers and crushed her windpipe.
In the time it took the woman’s starving lungs to effect the oxygen in
her blood stream, her blood was drained and she was no more than a dried
the young women’s remains from the window, Kelly leaped down beside them. After a quick glance around she lifted
the bodies to her shoulder and scaled the building to the roof, where she
stuffed them both into a small compartment of an air conditioner
dawns early light filled the sky she again stood before the gray stone building
of the clock tower. High above she
could see one of the large golden hands was missing from the clocks face, the
small hand remaining in the same position as it had for years; like it was
frozen in time.
forms she flew up to the louvered vents above the clock and pushed in on a heavy
screen and entered the belfry.
Above the old clock’s works, which were covered with droppings of
hundreds of pigeons through the years, sat more pigeons that had entered through
a small hole. The pigeons cooing
nervously and shuffling around at her intrusion, until she moved to a narrow
stairway and descended from the tower into the darkness of the main
top floor of the building was lined with a number of holding rooms, each of the
heavy doors having slots in them so the incarcerated patients could be
watched. On each of the next two
floors she found reception rooms, and on the floor below, which was the first
floor of the building, two large offices equipped with huge oak desks and chairs
stood empty, the furniture sitting in the inky blackness as if waiting for the
occupants to return.
one time this had been the main floor entrance, where a flight of granite stairs
came up from the front of the building to a huge, stone arched, veranda. The rooms in the basement below were
used for storage, a few of them still stacked with old desks and
was in one of these large roll topped desks that she made her lair, the inside
having plenty of room to lie out in after she rolled the roll top
sat across from Bill and Lisa in the dining room of the New Hampshire
hotel. It had been four weeks since
the encounter with Kelly at the boathouse, in the four weeks since nothing new
happened around the college or any of the near-by towns.
have a feeling the vampires have moved out of the area,” Paul informed his
friends, when the waitress serving their meals moved away from the
day I’ve checked each newspaper carefully, listened to all the news on the radio
and TV, and up until last night I have heard nothing. This morning I found these items in a
newspaper from Massachusetts,” and with this, he laid the newspaper clippings in
front of them.
of the clippings, almost two weeks old, described how the police found, what
looked like, the dried husk of an old man.
The husk was buried under a pile of stones beneath the waters of a state
reservoir. A few days later two
more husks in the same condition turned up stuffed into a couple of clothes
lockers at a private girl’s school.
The most recent clipping told of two bodies found in the air vent of a
college dormitory in Worcester, Massachusetts. The clippings went on to describe how
fingerprints taken from the bodies at the girl’s school, match perfectly with
those of two young students that have been missing.
God I think you’re right,” Bill agreed, handing the clippings to Lisa, “but how
can we be sure they have both left?” he added, glancing at Paul.
question,” Paul replied, “but it doesn’t matter because we at least know one of
them has moved south, so now we’ll have to make some kind of a
same evening Paul again sat beside the window in the boathouse. He had spent many nights here since that
first evening he saw Kelly step from the river, her goddess like body dripping
he ran the scene over in his mind, wondering if she did see him, and remembered,
would it have made any difference to her.
However in the scenario he set up in his mind, she came hurtling through
the window to rip his throat out.
For that very reason he sat each night like he did, the weapon in his lap
and his hands clasped to the grips.
the night he saw her, only two students were reported missing, then for almost
two weeks now there has been nothing.
could be they are both gone, he
mused, trying to keep his mind from the thought of Kelly, or the male vampire,
coming at him here in the boathouse.
The thought of how it would end up running through his mind, with the
creature lunging for him and he raising the weapon to blow it away. With this came the memory of the vampire
standing before him in the old warehouse, and it was good he was sitting because
his stomach turned queasy and his legs became weak.
and hour before dawn he made the decision to reach out with his mind to find out
if either of the vampires were near, then finding nothing, and knowing they
would only opened their minds when necessary, he left his mind open and
searched. In fact for the next day or two he kept his mind open, knowing if any
mortal around the college saw anything he would be able to read the terror in
their mind. At the end of that time
he was sure both vampires were nowhere in the vicinity and made up his mind to
follow their trail. The next day he
asked Bill and Lisa to remain for a couple of more weeks to keep watch on the
chance he may have miscalculated.
his journey down country Paul stopped in a small Massachusetts town just over
the Vermont boarder. It was the town where the remains of two schoolgirls were
found and he wanted to talk with the Chief of Police. Later he also stopped in the town by the
reservoir and talked to the chief of police there. The man very helpful after Paul lied and
told him he was doing a story for a magazine, the chief showing him pictures of
the young man’s remains.
thing,” the chief said, “we have never found any trace of the woman. I mean her shoes and cloths were there
on the blanket, even her under garments.
It seems if someone else had come along and picked her up something would
have turned up,” he ended, shaking his head in bewilderment.
the Police Station, in the city of Worcester, Paul found the situation somewhat
different. When he approached the
day officer at the desk and asked about the remains of the collage students
found in the air conditioner, he soon found himself in the company of two
detectives who questioned him repeatedly.
The detectives wanting to know what he knew about the incident and why he
was so interested in it.
things turned out it was a very narrow escape. If he had not convinced them he was a
writer doing a story on the incidents, they surely would have him found
out. What saved him was his
suggestion the detectives call the police chiefs in the other towns where he had
stopped, otherwise they would have taken his fingerprints and found he was an
escaped convict and locked him up for sure. As it was one of the detectives became
very congenial after that, offering to help him in any way he could.
the narrow escape at the police station he took a room in a down town hotel
almost directly across from it. An
hour later he sat reading through a stack of newspapers he had the bellhop run
out to buy for him.
the newspapers his interest turned to an article about a missing young
woman. The woman, a local nurse
working the night shift at a near-by hospital, disappeared in the early hours of
morning after finishing some private duty at the hospital.
say the last time anyone saw her she was walking to her car in the hospital
parking lot. Later they found the
car in the lot of the apartment building where she lived. Police believe someone may have followed
her home and then picked her up there.
However, as of yet, she has not returned to work or contacted her
times he read the article while shaking his head knowingly, then on the next
page he found another story that also interested him. An automobile was found abandoned, its
keys still in the ignition, at lover’s lane at the Bancroft Tower, a wooded park
area in the city. When police
traced the registration to a young man, they discovered he was missing for a
couple of days along with a young woman he was seeing.
this gives me somewhere to start,” he informed Bill, a short time later as they
talked on the phone, hen he filled him in on what he learned. “I am almost
positive these disappearances are related to our vampires,” he
you want us to come on down there now?
We could be there in a few hours,” Bill assured him.
you keep watch up there for a while longer,” Paul suggested, “I’m going to do
some looking around down here. It
may be a good idea if you check in at the hotel every couple of hours, if
anything turns up here I’ll call the hotel and leave you a message.”
a late breakfast the following morning, Paul stood at the base of a small stone
structure that was know as the Bancroft Tower, and watched the taxi he had taken
drive away. For the last few weeks
the weather had been a scorcher, the weather forecasters predicting the rest of
the week would continue to be a record breaker also.
was surprise to find the lover’s lane he was about to search was so close to a
well traveled avenue, and beyond some trees and brush he could even see a few
nearby houses. With information the
detective gave him he located the place where the abandoned auto stood, then for
a long while stood on the spot hoping some image or vision might come to him;
but he drew a blank.
huge padlock, holding a chain wrapped around an iron gate, blocked the stairway
leading up to the top of the tower, so for a while he walked back and forth
around the front of the tower hoping for some sign; but found nothing. Then not really knowing what he was
looking for moved around to the backside of the tower.
he came upon a place where the ground was soft and held the small heel imprint
of a shoe. The print so small it
belong to a child or a woman, and for a time he stood staring down at it before
glancing around at the wooded area surrounding the tower.
down on one knee he gently laid the palm of his hand over the heel print hoping
for some sign or image, closing his eyes and clearing his mind he waited until
what he did receive shocked him.
sensed and felt the stillness of the night, then suddenly he was aware of a
flutter in the darkness and a strong sense of fear, the whole incident lasting
less than the blink of and eye.
When nothing else came to him he walked around the tower four or five
times but received nothing more.
now the humidity caused his clothes to stick to his body, while swarms of little
black flies hung in clouds around his head and darted into his eyes and
ears. After another half hour of
walking in an ever-widening circle with no results, he was about ready to
relinquish the area to the flies.
Suddenly he came upon a place where some of the leaves on the ground were
disturbed. Excitedly he kicked the
leaves aside and found the soil beneath loose where someone had dug into the
to one there’s a body or two under there, “he mused, and satisfied now he moved
out of the woods and down the road to the avenue. Here he hailed another taxi and returned
to his hotel room to take a much-needed shower.
that afternoon he drove to an electronic shop and purchased an expensive pocket
scanner to monitor police calls.
With this done he called the police and anonymously informed them where
the remains were buried near the tower, then drove to the residence where the
young missing nurse lived.
does not take long for someone to fill in the void, he
thought, as he moved into the parking lot and found another automobile already
assigned to the woman’s parking place.
the automobile he moved around it and stopped by the driver’s side door. For a few seconds he closed his eyes and
shuffled his feet around, hoping he may be able to find just the right spot
where someone might have stood and he would receive a vision. Suddenly he sense darkness again,
followed by a fluttering sound in the darkness along with a flash of terror from
a young woman’s mind, then nothing.
or four more times he moved around the vehicle, then decided he better leave
when he saw an older woman watching him through a window of the apartment
his way back to the hotel the police scanner lying next to him on the seat
crackled into life. The call was
the police detail sent to follow up his lead about someone buried near the
Bancroft Tower, asking if the coroner could pick up a body.
one?” the dispatcher asked.
far that’s all we’ve found,” the reply came back.
have quite an area to search here and the bugs are driving us crazy, I think you
had better send us some help,” he finished before signing off.
they’ve found the remains of a body so I don’t need much more proof the vampires
Paul thought, turning his vehicle into the parking lot of the huge gray hospital
by the lake. The lot was full, but
he drove into it anyway and stopped before a car parked in the general area of
where the missing nurse’s car had been.
For the next ten minutes he walked in and out among the cars parked in
the area hoping for an image, but he found nothing.
thought I might find something here, he
mused, then for a few seconds leaned back against his automobile and glanced
around the area, unsure of what his next move should be.
the trees to his left he could see some new red brick Bio-Tec Labs on the hill
above him. From there his eyes
scanned upward until they fell on a gray clock tower standing high at the top of
the hill behind them.
the gray tower a strange tingling sensation tugged lightly at the edges of his
mind, a few minutes later he climbed into his car and drove to the top of the
hill. Here the road leveled out for
a short distance passing along side a high chain-link fence, the fence running
from the front of the clock tower to circle a group of huge stone buildings
before it came back around to the clock tower again.
a small parking area in front of the tower he parked the car and climbed out to
walked back and forth in front of the building a few times. After he walked on past the tower to
where he could study the gray stone buildings in the compound behind it, the
temptation to reach out with his mind to scan the place was almost impossible to
resist. However he was afraid if
one of the vampires was sleeping there and sensed him, the element of surprise
would be lost.
thought, I will have to do this the hard
way, and with this he climbed back into the automobile and drove
evening just before sunset, he returned to the hill below the clock tower and
parked among some other automobiles in the lot behind the Bio-Tec
buildings. From here he could
clearly see all of the buildings in the compound and he sat back to watch and
he returned to his hotel and slept for a couple of hours, making sure to leave
word at the desk for a wake up call.
When the call did come he barely had time for a hot shower, then on his
way out of the hotel he stopped at the desk to pick up a large brown paper bag
the clerk had ready for him. The
bag containing sandwiches, donuts, and two large thermos bottles full of coffee,
one of which he now opened and poured coffee into a cup while munching on a
long the sun started to set behind the hill, causing deep shadows to fill all
the nooks and corners around the huge buildings. Undaunted by this he donned some night
vision binoculars he had purchased earlier and continued his
a few minutes passed when one of the plywood coverings, on one of the dormer
windows high on the roof, swung aside and the naked figure of a man step out
onto the roof. For a time, the
figure stood staring out towards the lake in the valley below, his head tilted
back so the light from the stars fell on his features.
the fourth time Paul looked upon the features of his hated enemy. The first time in his own bedroom when
he awoke to find this fiend standing over Kelly’s naked body, then again in the
cellar of the same mansion when the sunlamps failed to light and the vampire
stood in the doorway trapping him inside.
To this day Paul could not figure out why the fiend had run off instead
of taking him.
there was the old warehouse in Chicago where the vampire ran off again, but that
time it was because Paul had barely missed it with a missile that blew the wall
of the warehouse out.
there is now, he
thought, surprised to find his hands shaking and not knowing if it was caused
from fear or excitement, and not for a moment did he take the binoculars from
the figure on the roof. Suddenly he
was aghast when the figure dove from its high loft and plunged towards the
ground, changing into a bat at the last instant before flying off over the
to Paul, while he watched the figure on the roof, another movement stirred under
the louvers above the clock tower to his left, and a few seconds later another
large bat emerged and flew away.
the remainder of the night he kept watch, sipping on coffee and snacking on
doughnuts from the brown bag to keep awake, but not really expecting to see
anything until just before dawn.
The idea of finding the vampire’s lair excited him to a point where he
almost shook with excitement, but when he thought what this enemy was, and what
it could do to him, he knew the shaking of his hands was from fear.
the graying of dawn he continued to scan the area through the special
binoculars, until suddenly the figure appeared again on the roof of the
building. It was still to dark for
him to see the bat coming before it changed forms, but suddenly there was the
figure of the vampire on the roof’s edge.
a time it stood staring out towards the long lake below, then as dawn
approached, and the light of the sun began to creep higher into the sky, it
swung the plywood on the dormer window out of the way and stepped inside. Unknown to Paul, while he watched the
figure on the roof, there was again another stirring above the clock tower when
the same bat that flew away earlier returned and crawled back up into the
louvers and disappeared inside.
that morning, after stopping at a small diner for breakfast, Paul returned to
his hotel room to dial up Bill’s number and wait impatiently while the telephone
rang on the other end.
Bill, its Paul,” he greeted Bill when he answered the phone.
Bill said with a sound of surprise in his voice. “Lisa and I were just talking about you
and the fact that there was nothing happening here at all. I was going to wait until this afternoon
to call you but I guess I won’t have to now,” he chuckled.
that’s great because I’d like you to get down here as soon as possible,” he told
him, then went on to tell Bill what he had seen at the abandoned
that’s good news,” Bill responded excitedly, then after a second added, “well
you know what I mean? At least
we’ll know where he is during the daytime, now all we have to do is figure out
some way to get near enough so we can get a shot at him with one of our
okay then,” Bill went on, “Lisa and I have a few things to check out around here
later this afternoon, if we don’t find anything we’ll leave in the morning,” he
work out fine,” Paul said. “I’ll
plan to spend the night watching the asylum and make sure he returns there
again. I’m pretty sure its his main
lair and he plans to stay here for a while, but you never know.”
another minute or two of small talk they said their good-byes and Paul hung up
the telephone and stepped into the shower.
For a long time he let the hot water pour down over his body relaxing
him, his mind working out and planning all different scenarios to trap and
destroy the vampire. More than once
denouncing himself for the chance he had when he missed the vampire in the old
warehouse. In addition he imagined
the missile tearing into the figure of the vampire and blowing it to
this time,” he said aloud, stepping from the shower and patting him self dry
with a large bath towel.
quickly scanning through some newspapers the bellhop collected for him, he
called the desk for a wake up call then climbed into bed and was in a deep sleep
in seconds. Sometime during the day
a dream he was having turned into a nightmare, where once again he come face to
face with the coal red eyes of the vampire. This time when the vampire drew back his
lips Paul was astounded to see every tooth in his jaw was a long fang dripping
blood and saliva. In fear he looked
around for somewhere to run and hide, but suddenly found he was standing on the
edge of the slate roof where the vampire kept his lair. Glancing down he saw he had backed away
until the heels of his shoes were only inches from the edge of the roof, while
the creature was climbing out of the dormer window towards him. Each time Paul
tried to step forward away from the edge of the roof his feet slipped backwards
a little, and for the life of him he could not understand why he did not fall
from the roof and hurtled to the ground below.
the idea came to shoot the creature with his weapon, but the weapon he held in
his hand was so heavy he could barely lift it. When he finally managed to get the
weapon up he found it would not fire, discovering the shell was not in the
weapon at all but in his other hand.
However each time he tried to put the shell into the weapon he found it
was backwards and would not fit.
After many failed attempts he jammed the shell into the weapon through
the barrel and again took aim.
thing was still trying to climb from the window to grab him but its cloak was
caught on a rusty nail holding him back.
Now the weapon was only inches from the vampire’s evil face and he
squeezed the trigger repeatedly but nothing happened. Suddenly a powerful hand grabbed at his
shoulder from behind and when he whirled around he found him was gazing into the
hideous face of another vampire. It
was here he began scream.
evening he again parked his car in the parking lot behind the Bio-Tec labs and
waited. Like the night before the
plywood on the dormer window moved aside and the figure of the vampire stepped
out onto the roof. Through the
night binoculars he studied the vampire carefully as it stood on the edge of the
roof looking out towards the lake, the strange memory of his dream flashing
through his mind.
face and body of a twenty year old, he
mused, wondering how old the vampire really was, and would have gasped with
disbelief had he known it was older than the pyramids of Egypt.
the night before, a few minutes after the naked figure emerged from the dormer
window it stepped from the edge of the roof. Once more its form changed to a bat as
it fell and then lifted into the air and flew away into the darkness of the
night. Again if Paul had looked ten
degrees to his left, to the top of the clock tower, he would have seen other
movements in the darkness when the large bat squeezed from between the louver
vents and flew away again.
he had seen the other bat he would have known it was the vampire’s
creation. The creation made to
resemble the lovely body and face of his beloved Kelly. Kelly, with her dark ringlets of hair
barely hanging down below her small perfectly shaped ears, and her deep
sparkling eyes of gray above sweet pouting lips. Eyes that now were cold and menacing and
lips that now concealed evil fangs that sucked the blood of her
of the second vampire, Paul settled back for the long wait until just before
dawn when the vampire should return.
His thoughts jumping from plan to plan on how he to trap and destroy this
vampire, the vivid memory of his young naked body standing on the roof awakening
the memory of his Kelly, or what had been his Kelly, standing by the boathouse
in New Hampshire. For a while he
dwelled on her memory remembering the early days in college before they were
the same evening he had met Kelly at the college library for the first time and
shared a textbook with her, he forgot his shyness and asked her out. Soon after they fell in love and Paul
knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this her. She had been intelligent, kind, witty,
and a pleasure to be with, not to mention the most beautiful woman he had ever
laid his eyes on. After their first
meeting he was unable to keep her from his mind and his grades began to drop
a prearranged meeting they met at the coffee shop where he told her of his
feelings for her, it was then Kelly confessed her love for him. In the days that followed they were
inseparable, each learning more about the other as time passed. In the beginning he shied away from
telling her about his childhood at the orphanage, but as time passed and they
became closer he confided in her and told her about everything; including the
fortune his mother had left him.
turn he to learned Kelly grew up in a small town in Florida where she had been a
cheerleader for the home football team and chosen ?Home Coming Queen? at her
graduation prom. Her parent’s
financial situation, and the scholarships she earned with her good grades in
school, had decided her chance of going to college. Even so she almost missed getting into
the college they both now attended.
If it had not been for a last minute dropout she would not have and he
would never have met her.
that would have been better for all concerned, he
mused, turning away to pour himself another cup of coffee. Then with a sigh lean back into seat
sipping the coffee, his gaze once again lifting to the lonely outline of the
clock tower rearing into the dark sky.
cannot imagine what that part of my life would have been without
thought, the lone clock tower standing alone in the darkness, like a symbol of
his loneliness. Then finishing the
coffee he climbed from the car and for the next couple of hours walked along the
fence, which ran around the compound.
before the early fingers of dawn edged into the morning sky he was back in his
his mind imagining himself prying the sheet of plywood from one of the first
floor windows and climbing inside.
Quickly he would move to the top floor where he sensed the vampire’s lair
was and there secret himself in the darkness and wait for its return. He could almost see the look on the
vampire’s face when he stepped out from his hiding place, then before the
vampire could make a move squeeze off a round that would send one of the small
missiles tearing into its body.
would be all too easy, he
sighed, realizing how dark it would be inside the building and knowing the
vampire may be aware of him long before he reached the top floor, if not before
he reached the building.
a long while he sat studying the dark outline of the building, its dark ominous
forms a darker blackness than the surrounding night. Then for a fleeting instant he allowed
his mind to open for a quick scan of the building.
Shock! Terror! Fear! All entangled in an overwhelming sense
of foreboding, hopelessness and despair, flooded his mind. With it came a deep baleful cry of
anguish from deep within him. For a
long time he sat staring towards the dark shape of the building unable to move,
his body shaking almost to a point of convulsion, the baleful cry that had
escaped him still ringing in his ears.
God! He has a young woman prisoner
in there,? he uttered, closing his mind, the words sounding loud in the empty
darkness of the vehicle as he tried to calm himself. Then once again, this time prepared for
what he may find, he opened his mind and reached out to the mind of the young
a red haze of terror and despair Paul found the persona of the young woman,
Marci Johnson, who was twenty years old and had lived with her mother in a small
apartment on the out-skirts of the city.
Since her high school days she was a secretary for one of the larger
insurance companies and for the last year in a half she had been going with a
young man named Kevin Brennen.
Kevin also worked for the insurance company in a different department,
and like Marci he lived with his parents and two teenage sisters.
either of their homes was it possible for them to be alone anywhere, so at least
once a week they took a drive to the wooded area of the Bancroft Tower to be by
themselves. Here within the city
limits, in the little wooded area surrounding the tower, they could sit in
Kevin’s car and be alone, and very often after an hours of heavy petting their
lust won them over and they had sex.
was on one of these nights Marci climbed from the car and hurried around behind
the tower to wipe up and put her panties back on. Minutes later she turned to return to
the car when an arm suddenly reached around from the darkness behind her and
clamped a hand tightly over her mouth.
At first she thought it was Kevin playing a joke on her and she became
angry, but when she was easily lifted and placed under the arm of a strange
naked man she became terrified.
as she may she could not shake herself loose from under the young man’s arm, the
more she struggled and tried to scream the tighter the hand clasped across her
man was running now carrying her along at a great speed, in a short time the
woods giving away to dark empty streets and back yards. In her heart stopping terror she saw a
gray stone building, where the naked man scaled the wall with the ease of a
spider. Seconds later he moved some
plywood aside and stepped into deeper darkness of the building through a roof
top dormer window.
her mind, which was spinning in total confusion and horror, she tried to calm
herself and remember what to do if someone tried to rape her, however what
followed was something for which she was unprepared.
the inky blackness surrounding them she knew the man carried her down a flight
of stairs then to the rear of the building. Here the paralyzing fear filling her
since the moment of her abduction somehow increased, when the man laid her on a
flat hard surface and proceeded to strap her wrist and ankles securely to
a high-pitched scream filled the air and echoed throughout the huge building,
when the man drew his hand away from her mouth. Then she felt a hand touch her again,
this time it wiped her brow and she found herself unable to move or scream, her
mind and eyes open to stare into the darkness. Realizing the hopelessness of the
situation she began to convulse in fear, and coldness, like coldness of a grave,
came over her and she fainted away.
Before the deeper darkness of her mind closed off her thoughts she
realized the man had gone away and left her alone in the emptiness.
later Marci awoke and opened her eyes to find the darkness without was as black
as the darkness within. A heavy
weight on her chest made it feel like the man who abducted her was sitting on
it, the pressure almost taking her breath away. Immediately fear rose up in her again,
her heart again pounding unmercifully against her rib cage even though she knew
the man was not near.
had no way of knowing how long she laid staring into the darkness, but after
awhile her heart quieted down and only an occasional shudder ran through her
body. At one point in time she
thought she felt a presence near, when a light movement of air fanned her as if
someone, or thing, had moved close by.
Seconds later she felt the same sensation on the other side of the flat
surface she lay on, which she realized was some kind of a table. Straining she listen to each and every
sound she thought she heard the muffled springs of a mattress as someone moved
onto it, seconds later the sound was muffled like someone lying
going to lay on the floor next to me,” Marci thought in terror, fighting to keep
the scenarios of what might happen next from her mind. Hours passed in the dark not daring not
move, afraid she would miss the sound of the springs announcing her captor had
awakened. When the sound finally
came her heart started the agonizing pounding in her chest again, when she felt
the fanning breeze as her captor moved to the table to stand over
to hold her breath to quell the beating of her aching heart, she waited in
terror not knowing what to expect.
Suddenly she felt something warm and wet drag lightly across the side of
her neck, then something, which she immediately identified as a pair of lips,
clamped over the large artery there.
To her terror two sharp points pressed deeply into her flesh and for a
fleeting instant there was pain, but the pain quickly gave away to an ecstasy
like she never felt before, when they punctured though.
that time everything happening was like a never-ending dark dream where she was
naked and surrounded by a moving blackness. The blackness hiding ugly evil things
with no form or substance, things, which reached out to scratch and pierce her
body and keep it in constant pain.
Her only relief coming when she felt her captor’s presence nearby, when
again an ecstasy envelope her as his lips clung to her neck and he drank lightly
from her font of youth.
a shudder Paul withdrew his mind from the horror of the young woman’s plight,
then minutes later the vampire returned and he watched as it entered into the
dark building though the dormer window.
bright morning sun had climbed high into the eastern sky by the time Paul
returned to his hotel and went to breakfast. The waiter had no more than set the food
he ordered before him, and turned to walk away, when a hand came down lightly on
Lisa!” He exclaimed happily, as he
glanced around and saw them standing there. Then standing he gave them each a
didn’t expect to see you until sometime this afternoon,” he said, motioning with
his hand for them to sit down and join him.
finished what we had to do up there early then we thought,” Bill began to
explain, then stopped long enough to give his order for breakfast to the waiter
who suddenly appeared again.
things as quiet as they have been up there,” he continued, once the waiter moved
away, “we left in the wee hours of morning hoping to see you and find out what’s
going on before you had a chance to get to sleep.”
glad you did,” Paul said, going on to tell them what he had learned. Then he informed them about the empty
asylum buildings, the vampire, and the horrible discovery he had made of the
young woman held captive by the creature.
was almost noon before Paul got to bed that day, having sat around the breakfast
table, to the dismay of the waiter who they later tipped generously, making
plans to enter into the building to rescue the young woman.
think going in after the vampire leaves his lair in the evening, will be our
best chance,” Bill suggested. “That
way we can concentrate on the rescue and not worry about the creature. What do you think?”
not sure its a good idea,” Paul mused, almost to himself. Then after some thought said. “Listen Bill, if we go inside to rescue
the young woman the vampire’s going to be alerted and know we are here, when he
does our advantages will be lost.
We know where he is and what he is doing, so for once we have the upper
hand. We should be very careful not
to lose this chance because it may never come again.”
you think it best we wait until were ready to take on the vampire, before
attempting to rescue the girl?”
not only the right thing, but its the smart thing,” Paul assured
after more planning, they decided to wait another night. By doing it would give Bill and Lisa
time to study the building where the vampire kept his lair, at the same time
assure them the dormer window was the vampires main exit.
evening Paul could feel the excitement emanating from Bill and Lisa as they
watched the Vampire exited from the dormer window, then seconds leap from the
roof and change forms to a bat before flying off into the night.
be darned,” Bill said, in almost a whisper. Then put his arm around Lisa who, after
seeing what they had just seen and still not being able to believe it, had a
chill etch its way up her back and caused her to shiver. However the trio was all so engrossed in
watching the vampire on the roof, none of them failed to notice another big bat
dropping from the clock tower to also fly off into the night.
another ten or fifteen minutes to make sure the vampire did not return, they
climbed from the automobile and moved up the hill towards the buildings and high
chain link fence surrounding them.
the far side of the perimeter they discovered an opening where the rainwater
washed away large amounts of soil from under the fence, the washout leaving an
opening large enough for them to crawl through on their hands and
the deep grass inside of the fence area, they glanced around nervously before
hurrying around to the far side of the building. Here in a small alcove almost hidden
from the road near the clock tower, Paul took his pry-bar and began working to
remove the heavy plywood from one of the lower windows. The nails squealing and making the wood
creak loudly as they came out, the sound causing him to stop often and glance
around nervously. Finally with one
nail left in a top corner, they were able to swing the plywood aside and attack
the heavy grillwork covering the window inside. After a time Paul pushed the grillwork
aside and they were able to step into the darkness of the building, the beams of
their heavy-duty flashlights scanning nervously around the large open room they
had just entered.
room was a huge dining hall, two thirds of it filled with row after row of
tables and benches reaching from wall to wall. Everything in the room was covered in a
half-inch thick layer of dust, including a long serving counter and a kitchen
that took up the last third of the area.
silence the trio moved into the darkness, each step sending up small puffs of
dust and leaving deep footprints where they walked across the floor. A heavy grilled doorway swung open easy
at there touch and they ascended a wide stairway to the next floor, the sound of
their steps muffled in the dust and stale air filling the interior of the
stairwell. At the top of the
stairway they passed through another open gate into a much smaller room, this
room evidently a day room where patients had been able to exercise and have some
recreation. Towards the rear of the room, through another grilled gate, a long
eight-foot wide corridor stretched to the rear of the building and was lined
with heavy wooden doors. Each them
having a, slot like, sliding window in it.
At the end of the corridor another heavy door faced them, but this door
was without a slot opening and stood open to a small room beyond.
the next floor they found the same layout, the day room, the grilled gates, and
the line of rooms. When they
finally reached the top floor Paul stopped on the step below the landing, then
being careful not step up onto the floor itself flashed his light
up here was the same as the floors below with the exception of recent footprints
in the dust, where telltale footprints led to a narrower stairway leading up to
the attic, and other prints leading back down.
must be were the vampire keeps his lair and the young women captive.” Paul
whispered softly, pointing with the beam of his flashlight to the closed door at
the end of the long corridor.
sure your right,” Bill replied softly, nodding his head in agreement then
shining his own light around the top floor one more time before they turned and
retraced their steps out of the building.
Later, back in their vehicle behind the Bio-Tec labs, the trio kept watch
on the gray buildings as they sat making plans and waiting for dawn to bring the
vampire back to his lair.
that evening, as the sun set beyond the hills to the west, Ravon awoke in the
room at the far end of the corridor and came to his feet. After a quick mind search of the
building he moved around the table to where the young woman lay restrained. In the profound blackness filling the
room, in which he could see quite well, he studied the halting rhythm of her
labored breathing and knew her life would leave her after his next feeding. He had kept her strapped to the table
for many days now, hers the first blood he took each evening when he awoke. For the first couple of days she was
terrified and alert, now she only stared into the darkness, her body withered
and drawn and her eyes dilated and empty like her mind.
the stench of human wastes she had excreted, he bit into her jugular vein for
the last time and drank deeply.
Deep within the woman’s chest he could hear her heart skip a beat, then
two, as it tried to push more blood though the all but empty veins, until with a
flutter it stopped beating. Quickly
he withdrew from her dead flesh and hurried out of the room, promising him self
he would discard of the body when he returned sometime before dawn.
long strides he moved across the floor and up the narrow stairway leading to the
attic and the dormer window, where with little effort he swung the plywood aside
and stepped out onto the roof into a moonlit night. For a few minutes he gazed
out towards the east where he could see the hospital and its parking lots, below
that the long lake which in the moonlight look like a silver ribbon in the
the far right heavy traffic moved up and down the highway, the traffic coming
from somewhere beyond the clock tower to continue down the hill to pass over the
bridge and the lake. For a time he
studied the effects of the moonlight on the water, then dropped from the roof
edge and willed himself into the form of a bat. Swiftly he climbed high and
circled over the clock tower and compound until another bat, which was Kelly,
dropped from the louver vents over the clock tower and joined him, then together
they moved off over the hospital towards the east and Boston where they would
hunt the larger city well away from their lairs.
the early hours of the morning, after feasting on two young lovers, Ravon stood
high on the top of a building in Boston gazing down at the Charles River
below. Here the moon was turning
the waters of the river into a silver ribbon as he stared mesmerized, the scene
evoking a distant memory that flooded his mind causing a strong feeling of
nostalgia in him.
memories the silver ribbon invoked were of Rome when it was still in the process
of its early growth, when in the hills around the city sheepherders tended their
sheep. In those times, fierce
barbarians who lived in the hills surrounding the city often swooped down on the
small villages to plunder and rape.
Always burning the villages to the ground and carrying off the
woman. This kind of terror prompted
the people to move into the city where in numbers they would be safe from the
marauders, this fear is what helped the city to expand and grow.
his memory he found him self in that time standing on a high cliff staring down
at the silver ribbon of a river, only this river was the Tiber River of
Egypt. His master and maker Lar,
had been gone for a number of years now leaving him alone to learn and fend for
himself, and he learned quickly.
almost Kin with the creatures of the night, he had been able to exist unnoticed
and move among the shadows of the city naked and unseen. On a few occasions, even with his
learned skills and abilities to blend into the shadows, he was seen and his
nakedness usually incited a riot.
After a few of these incidents he began to wear dark clothing, mostly
just a dark cape he could discard quickly if need be.
the high cliff now he could see the river flowing down through the valley
between the hills before it snaked its way by the banks of the city. For a few more minutes he stood gazing
at the scene and was about to turn away when a movement, almost directly below
the cliffs, caused him to look down.
up the river below was a huge barge, and although he had seen many boats moving
up and down the river he had never seen one of this size or decked out in such
it must carry someone important, he
thought, watching the barge pass by below and move towards the docks of the
city. Intrigued at who might deem
this much splendor, he sped unseen along the banks of the river and was waiting
by the dock among a crowed of villagers when the barge pulled
an escort of armed guards carrying torches hurried aboard the craft. Then from within the well-adorned
structure of the barge a handsome young man and a woman, dressed in the best
finery of the day, emerged among the armed guards. The entourage moved off through the
streets, lined on both sides with guards bearing torches, and hurried to the
of the king, he
mused, watching with growing interest as the two healthy youth passed close to
where he stood.
will have their blood, he
promised him self, and this exciting him.
later, after studying the palace for hours each evening, he approached it and
leaped onto the ledge of a high window.
Unseen, the dark cape he now wore blending with the blackness of the
night, he stood looking down into a huge room dimly lit by a single torch. On a huge canopy covered bed, surrounded
by light meshed curtain, the young female sibling lay naked, in her eyes a look
of impatience and anticipation as she kept glancing at a huge wooden door set in
the far wall.
princess Kala has the face and body of a young goddess, he
thought, letting his gaze move from her face and the long soft neck, to her high
breasts and flat stomach and shapely long legs. While he was making these observations,
the huge door set in the far wall began to swing silently open and the young
male sibling stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind him. Quickly he moved to the bedside of his
sister and parted the curtains and soon they were together on the
a long while he watched amused, before dropping lightly to the stone floor of
the room and stand in the shadows beside the bed. When the furor on the bed reached a
crescendo, and their sighs of pleasure became the loudest, he leaned inside the
curtain and bit deep into the throbbing jugular vein of the young man. Deeply he drank of the hot raging blood
until the young man’s body was no more than a husk, then he turned to the young
woman who watched the entire incident wide eyed.
Raven’s surprise, instead of her cowering away from him, the princess leapt
forward and threw her arms around his neck pleading with him not to take her
life. Instead she offered herself
to him to do with whatever else he chose, and with the points of his fangs only
fractions of an inch from her throat and the blood filled vein below, he
have you to offer other than the blood that flows through your body?” he
can give you many other pleasures with my body,” she whispered to him
seductively, at the same time nibbling and kissing his ear in an attempt to
wiles have no effect on me,” he assured her, pushing her away to arms length so
he could study her beautiful face.
have no need or craving for any of your mortal ways,” he continued, the hand
gripping her shoulder conveying to him the trembling fear racking her body,
belying her bravado and false promise of lust.
I could be your companion then,” she stammered, laying her visibly shaking hand
on his chest in a gestured of friendship.
it ever be possible, he
mused to him self, as he stared into her eyes trying to read her emotions, his
ability to read minds not yet acquired.
The thought had evoked, and brought to the surface of his mind, the
loneliness that ate at him and his dire need of a companion. Even when Lar, his master, was around
only a small amount of necessary conversation ever passed between them. Lar had always seemed preoccupied with
some inner turmoil, something important to himself he had somehow
would be pleasant to have someone I could spend some time with, he
reasoned, then after a few minutes released the woman’s shoulders and she rose
from the bed and stood proud and naked before him. Her pleading posture vanished now and
most of the trembling left her body.
When he turned to glance at the husk on the bed, he missed the strange
glint in her eye as she turned to smile at him.
about him?” he asked, nodding towards the grotesque shriveled husk of her
brother lying on the edge of the bed.
is done is done,” she replied, after staring at the husk for a few seconds in
silence. “When you leave take it
with you and get rid of it,” she said, struggling to keep her eyes averted from
the thing on the bed.
a few of the slaves know he comes to my room each night, they will not dare
speak a word of it to anyone,” she assured him. Then she retrieved a light robe from the
seat near the bed and draped it about her shoulders. With indifference she added. “His
disappearance will be a mystery that will pass.”
was well aware during the next two hours they talked, that most of her talk was
prodding questions about him, questions he answered without really giving away
any important information. Later
when he made ready to leave, he did so without telling her on which night he
same morning in the darkness before dawn, after disposing of the corpse he
carried away from the palace, he stood atop the cliffs by the river again
pondering the events of the night.
It had been many years since he actually had a conversation with a
mortal, however he had enjoyed the conversation with the strange young princess
the few months that followed he visited the princess often, but never at the
same time or on the same night of the week. As time passed, their conversations
became increasingly congenial and he began to relax, his early found suspicions
and mistrust of her dulling rapidly.
many occasions, in the darkness of the night, the princess would discreetly
leave the palace to meet him. On
these occasions he took her to the high cliffs where they could watch the
moonlight dance on the river below.
He was fast becoming fond of the princess Kala, beginning to think
meeting her was a good thing. In
the back of his mind he thought he might ask Lar, when he returned, to make the
young princess an immortal like himself so she could be his companion
evening, after feasting early, he leaped to the young princess’s window and saw
a lone, cloaked figure sitting by the fire with its back to him, and thinking it
to be the princess he stepped down into the room.
must hurry to catch the first ripples of moonlight on the river as the moon
rises,” he said softly to her, as he silently approached from behind and laid a
hand on her shoulder.
the instant before the figure moved, he knew something was wrong. Then suddenly the figure leaped to its
feet and turned to face him, the cloak falling away to reveal a huge
a swift lunge the soldier swung his short sword in an arc towards Ravon’s
throat, a blow that surely would have decapitated him. However to the soldier’s surprise, as
the sharp honed blade reached the place where Ravon had stood, he was already
behind him sinking his teeth deep into his neck and draining him of his
the doorway to the chamber flew open with a force, slamming back against the
wall with a loud crash as more of the soldiers rushed in. Turning away he leaped to the high
window ledge, but before disappearing out through the window glanced back to see
the traitorous face of the princess Kala standing in the doorway behind the
will see me again, he
said to her under his breath, but it will only be for a fleeting moment
before I drain your blood, then with these last thoughts he moved away from
the palace and disappeared into the night.
the months that followed the sibling princess never dared to be alone, and even
when she slept or bathed, two of her guards were always present. She had no way of knowing that during
the daylight hours there was no danger and made the mistake of taking solace by
hiding in darkness. Often at night,
when she was terrified and her fears overwhelmed her, she sat in one of the
palace rooms in complete darkness surrounded by guards.
his eyes able to see perfectly in the dark, Ravon kept watched of her from
outside the window. On many
occasions he could have quietly slipped into the room past the guards and taken
her blood without them even knowing.
However he saw how she was suffering, the fear eating at her innards, and
wanted that pain to last.
evening, almost a year later, he learned the sibling princess was leaving the
city, when shortly after dusk a troop of guards once again lined the way from
the palace to the docks with torches.
he mingled among the crowds lining the way to watch the procession as it wound
its way to the royal barge, then when it reached the barge and the princess
enter the royal quarters, which were not much more than a cabin on the deck, the
barge made ready to move away from the dock.
away Ravon sped to the cliffs above the river and waited until the barge moved
down the river and passed below him.
From his high perch he could see the small cabin surrounded by guards,
the guards standing shoulder to shoulder making it almost impossible for anyone
to get past them to the royal quarters.
he had not yet gained the power to change forms, his agility to leap great
distances and land with the softness of a feather proved most useful to
him. So now he stepped from the
edge of the cliff and dropped towards the barge, silently landing on the roof of
the cabin before leaping down onto the deck to enter the royal
he found the sibling princess trembling in the darkness between two of her
handmaidens, where with no more than a rustling of her clothing he lifted one of
the handmaidens from where she sat and quickly drained her blood. Seconds later he took the second
handmaid and did the same, sitting in her place next to the princess. For a time he sat in the darkness
studying the princess and admiring her beauty, before leaning close and
whispered in her ear.
said I could do what ever I wanted to with your body,? he whispered, and before
she could make a sound he covered her mouth with his hand and took her under his
arm. In complete silence he stepped
out onto the deck and leaped onto the roof of cabin, the guards standing with
their backs to the cabin unaware of any going is on.
now the barge had passed beyond the high cliff area and was moving along the
lower banks of the farming area, so here Ravon leaped from the cabin’s roof to
the riverbank and quickly melded into the darkness beyond.
short time later he emerged from the fields and moved to the high cliffs above
the river, where he set the trembling princess roughly down on the very edge of
her screams and pleas for mercy, he fastened her wrists and ankles spread eagle
fashion to a place he had made ready on the shear cliff wall. With deliberate slowness he bit into the
soft flesh of her neck and drained most of her blood, then went off into the
the early grayness of dawn he returned to the high cliffs where she hung
suspended and sobbing.
treacherous ways have brought you to this end,” he sneered, staring down at her,
then hanging down beside her drained the remaining blood from her veins. Quickly now he slit the vein on his own
wrist and pressed it to her lips, forcing the blood that pulsed from it into her
mouth and down her throat.
are an immortal like I am now, but before this day is out you will die a slow
torturous death as the little blood in your veins begins to boil,” he hissed at
her through clenched teeth. Then
with a last look towards the quickly brightening eastern sky he hurried off to
never returned to that place, and now while he stood staring down at the
moonlight on the Charles River he wondered how long it had been before someone
found the princess’s withered body lashed to the cliff. The incident taught him a well-learned
lesson, since then he never become close with any other mortal. Even with Lar, and Lar’s other female
minion that Khufu destroyed, he was never close with. In fact the closest thing to friendship
he ever encountered in all of the thousands of years was with his own minion
Kelly, and that was a very strained acquaintance.
of late, after her close encounter in the ski lift shed in Vermont, had she
become somewhat submissive. She
stays close to him now with her own lair across the compound at the clock tower,
each evening at sunset joining him when he flies off to hunt.
to now he was pretty certain his enemy Khufu, who made himself known that night
behind the mansion when he had the mortal Paul trapped in the cellar, was
unaware he and Kelly’s where about.
He also felt that as long as he and Kelly were discreet they would be
safe from his detection.
at this time he had no way of knowing his mortal enemy Paul was nearby keeping
watch on him every morning and evening as he entered and left his
was beginning to draw near when he finally changed forms and lifted from the
roof of the high building and flew off westward towards Worcester and his
lair. That same evening Kelly
waited in the darkness of the Boston Park near the small pond where the
swan-boats docked. She had been
stalking two young women through the busy streets of the city for a couple of
hours now, until finally they turned, hand in hand, into the lamp lit walkway
and moved into the park. When they
reached the secluded area of the swan-boats, the pair approached a park bench
away from the walkway and began to kiss and hold each other.
was the last thing the two ever experience, because like a silent shadow Kelly
came up behind the bench and slammed their heads together rendering them
unconscious. At her leisure, and
hidden by the darkness of the park, she drained the women of their blood and
buried the remains in the ground deep under some nearby bushes. Sated after her leisurely feast, she
moved back out into the city and mixed with the late theater and restaurant
before the sun edged up over the eastern horizon, and after her flight back to
Worcester, she landed on the clock tower and slipped inside through one of the
high vents. In the blackness of the
interior she changed to her own form and hurried down the stairs to the basement
and her lair in the old roll-top desk.
Lying inside she pulled the roll the top down and closed her eyes to
sleep, but for some reason the image of her mortal husband flashed through her
Paul! She mumbled, wondering why at this time
his image came to her so strong, her mind filling now with mortal memories of
him when they were still in college and happy.
had been so much fun and always showering her with expensive gifts. On many of their weekends, instead of
studying for their school exams, he would booked them on a flight to some exotic
place, or country, where they would while away the weekend. By the time, they finished college and
he asked her to be his bride and they had already visited many parts of the
thirst for knowledge was insatiable and in each country they visited, he had to
see, every museum and library.
After their marriage they continued to travel, on many of the trips he
going off somewhere to study some place or artifacts that interested him. At times he would be gone for days
leaving her alone to fend for herself, after months of this she decided to stay
at home in the mansion and let him run off to do his thing.
the beginning she was content to stay at home, then when boredom set in she
began excepting invitations of young debutante she knew. It was at one of these parties she met
Norman, he was no Paul, but he was young, handsome and eager to please. What she liked most about him was the
fact that his wants were the same as hers.
No matter where they were, or whom they were with, they always found the
time and place to sneak off and do their thing, often two or three times a
the evening Paul caught Kelly and Norman in the gazebo together, she had told
Norman it would be the last time.
Although she loved to be with Norman her love was only for Paul, now that
Paul promised to remain home and not go running off every week she had no desire
to see anyone else. It was true
because when Paul was near she was always happy, when he went away she was alone
and empty. Kelly’s mistake was that
she had been with Norman so many times in dangerous situations, she thought this
one last time with Paul nearby in the house would be exiting and wouldn’t do any
Paul found her in the gazebo with Norman she had expected him to fly into a
rage, but all he did was walk away and disappear out of her life. Then for months after she tried to find
him, even to the point of hiring some of the best detectives available. It was at that time her parents came to
stay at the mansion for a while to comfort and console her, also when she
learned Paul was at a dig somewhere in Egypt. However even after writing him many
letters to tell him how sorry she was, it wasn’t until her mother interceded and
wrote to him herself that he answered.
letter addressed to her mother was brief but cordial, asking about the mother’s
health and that of the father. Not
once in the one page letter was there any mention of Kelly, which had hurt her
deeply. Many more letters followed
them some months later he agreed to come to the mansion and have a talk with
few days after his return, and after many hours of talking, Paul gave in and
confessed his love and longing for her.
For the next couple of days after their reconciliation Kelly was in a
state of bliss the two constantly at each other’s side.
her last night as a mortal she and Paul had made love in the privacy of their
own bedroom and then fell asleep.
To her horror she awoke sometime later in the cold darkness of her own
tomb with a strange face leering down at her, the face that of her master Ravon
who she now obeyed and followed unquestioning.
in her awaken hours state did she ever think or care about Paul, however often
when she returned to her lair to sleep her dreams would be of him and their
happier days. Lately these thoughts
began to creep into her mind while she was awake and she had all she could do to
suppress them. In time the effort
to bury her mortal thoughts took a toll on her, causing her to become enraged
and bitter towards all of her mortal victims and her master Ravon. The love she carried into immortality
turned into a seething hate and she began to attack her victims with a ferocious
many occasions she drained the blood of more victims than she needed just to
enjoy the terror and death emanating from them. Mortals became nothing more than a lower
class of species and a source of nourishment to her, any she chose for a victim
she honored by taking their life.
weak and afraid,” she had scoffed at Ravon in the college town in New Hampshire,
when he condemned her for killing so many mortals and being
don’t have any idea what you’re doing, he warned her. You think your strength and speed make
you invulnerable but there are many mortals and their numbers could easily
overwhelm us. What you are doing
will provoke and make them aware of our existence and bring their wrath down on
us. More than that it will bring
other immortals down on us, immortals that would like nothing better than to see
us destroyed. You
must know about these other immortals, so I will open that part of my mind so
you may see for your self and learn of the past and our enemies,” he
few minutes later Kelly changed forms and moved off over the trees into the
night, carrying the specter and a deep fear of what she had learned of the past
from Ravon’s mind. Ural and Khufu
were not just names to her anymore but things to fear, they were very old and
powerful immortals whose strength would be very hard to equal.
since the destruction and upheaval of their home island or Ur there had never
been anyone more powerful than his master Lar, at least that’s what Ravon
believed, yet Lar was vanquish by these two immortals who walked the earth with
Kelly took Ravon?s offer and reached into his mind to receive these memories of
the past, she was surprised, amazed, and fearful. She saw for herself in his memories,
which were now also her own, the beginning and end of the Roman Empire and all
he was aware of that transpired since.
also knew of his joys, triumphs, and fears, also his loves, hates, and desires,
most of all was the fear that hung over him like a dark shadow. The fear named Ural and Khufu, who were
now the hunters instead of the hunted, those which he and his master had pursued
all over the world.
Ravon also remembered the years before his master became obsessed with this
madness to destroy the two, the good years when the Roman Empire was still like
a baby out of the womb.
until two hundred years ago they lived like gods in great palaces with hundreds
of servants and slaves, none but the healthiest and strongest brought before
them to feed on. However the
madness came upon Lar and they began their unending hunt for his two
himself stumbled across Ural’s lair one morning minutes before sunrise, where
knowing his master wanted him destroyed dragged the casket far out into an open
field and threw the lid open. The
act of doing this casing his own flesh to be seared by early rays of the morning
sun, but in the last few seconds he managed to speed back to his own
luck was with Ural that day. When
only minutes after Ravon escaped to the safety of his own lair, thick clouds
obscured the sun. His flesh seared
and his body weak, Ural managed to climb from the casket and find refuge in a
small nearby cabin where he found an old man whose blood he drained for
when Ravon told his master how he found Ural and attempted to destroy his body,
Lar became enraged threatening to destroy him.
few days later when Ravon dared approach his master again, Lar commanded him to
never attempt to destroy either Ural or Khufu again. If he ever found them again he was to
inform him immediately and he would deal with the matter personally.
years later his master made another minion to help in their search, this one, a
young woman, he sent to America to continue the search there. It was also there they found Khufu
existing among the Indians in a cave high on a mountain. When Lar heard of this he hurried there
to capture or destroy him, but Khufu managed to elude him and escape. Another time Lar’s minion, the young
woman he called “The Searcher,” called for him to come to America where she had
found Khufu again.
time Khufu was making his lair in an old mine shaft dug into the side of a
mountain. There, and after some
careful planning, Lar managed to explode a mountain down on top of Khufu while
he slept, but again Khufu survived and some years later managed to trap both Lar
and The Searcher in pyre of flame.
badly by the flames, Lar managed to escape the blazing inferno but not the
Searcher. Some years later, the
scars from Khufu’s flaming trap healed, Lar managed to trap Ural and in-case him
in a block of solid concrete at the base of a castle turret.
in his search to find and free Ural, Khufu found Ravon and tricked him into
falling into a silo full of silage where the more he tried to escape the deeper
more years passed before Khufu was able to locate Ural in the block of concrete
where Lar had trapped him, then after freeing him they set a well-planned trap
and destroyed Lar in a plume of fire and he was no more.
unknown to Ural or Khufu, Ravon had escaped the silo and managed to flee to
all of this from Ravon’s mind, Kelly now understood why he was so insistent on
keeping his existence secret and she also became afraid.
can they know of my existence if they are unaware of Ravon? She
few evenings after Ravon flew southward and left her in the college town alone,
Kelly became involved with a group of students from the college. Having seen her around at times walking
arm in arm with one, or another, of the male students, they accepted her as one
of their own. After this she found
selecting her victims much easier and she enjoyed the pretense and
group she mingled with this evening consisted of four males and half a dozen
female students that had walked together from the campus to a beer and pizza
restaurant in town, where some other students had already got
a bear to honey she lured an intended victim to her with innuendoes and unspoken
promises of her body. On many of
these occasions she sat in one of the booths petting and kissing with her
victim, often allowing his hands to roam over her at will. When the time was right, and he was
fired up enough so he’d follow her anywhere, she’d whisper some promise in his
ear and off they would go to be alone.
In the state his was in the victim not caring about the warnings not to
go anywhere alone.
this particular evening she sat deep in one of the high backed booths with her
back to the wall and a young man’s head on her shoulder. Suddenly she felt something pricking at
the back of her mind and nervously she peeked over the young man’s shoulder to
glance around. Some of the students
were standing by the jukebox picking selections of music, while out on the dance
floor three other couples danced to the selection being played.
of the booths were filled with students except for one in the far corner, where,
deep in shadows cast by the high back of the booth, she saw a beautiful young
woman staring directly at her.
first Kelly was amused and thought it to be one of the young man?s sweethearts,
however when she gazed back into the dark eyes of the woman she saw and felt
something ominous and dangerous.
Without hesitation she shoved the surprised young man aside and dashed
out of the restaurant, then in the darkness of a nearby alleyway changed shapes
and fled into the night.
back she spied another form rising close behind her, her terror becoming
absolute. With all of her strength
she sped on until she was over the nearby mountains, there she swooped low to
the ground and flew among the trees until she was almost positive no one was
many hours she sat hiding among the branches of a pine tree, where, for the
first time since she became immortal, she did not feel invincible.
trembling with fear she remembered Ravon’s words.
only will you bring the wrath of mortals down upon us, but also the wrath of
other immortals who are constantly seeking to destroy
her bravado gone now, she realized how much she did need Ravon and vowed to find
and ask for his forgiveness. He was
really all she had, and all she would have for all of eternity.
dawn approached she nervously slipped inside a ski shed and climbed into a
storage chest to sleep, having no idea the young woman who pursued her was the
immortal Karen, Khufu’s mate, who would have destroyed her without
hesitation. Not only had Kelly made
them aware of herself and Ravon, she had unknowingly moved into the area of
Vermont and New Hampshire where Karen and Khufu existed undetected.
her lair inside the roll top desk, Kelly now fidgeted and wondered why these
memories came to her at this time.
Then the harder she tried to wipe the images of Paul from her mind the
clearer the images became, like Paul was suddenly getting closer.
the scene in her mind changed and she saw Paul, and another man and woman,
walking towards a huge gray stone building, a building she realized was the
building Ravon kept his lair in just across the compound. In a blinding rage she burst from the
desk shattering the roll top into many pieces and dashed to the nearest
window. Pieces of wood from the
rollup desk were still scattering and hitting the floor when, with one powerful
blow, she shattered the plywood covering the window and leaped out.
speed across the compound was such that the early fingers of sunlight had no
time to harm her, when again, with a powerful swipe of her arm, she tore the
plywood from the window of the building where Ravon slept and disappeared
inside. Her only thoughts now to
protect her master, the vivid thought of being alone for eternity sharp in her
light began to fill the morning sky before the vampire returned to his lair in
the gray stone building, when it did Paul sat alone in his car watching as it
entered the building through the dormer window.
he had driven Lisa and Bill down to the hospital where they would wait in the
lobby until he picked them up again, once the vampire had entered his den and
was asleep. The logic of this, Bill
and Lisa did not able to close their minds to any probing the vampire may make
as he approached the buildings. In
the hospital building they were only two other minds among hundreds and it would
take an extensive search to sort them out.
after Ravon returned to his lair, Paul picked them up and they hurried around
the compound fence to the place where they crawled under it. In the early light of dawn they moved in
silence across the opening to the building, their footsteps leaving a telltale
trail in the dew-wet grass. Then in
the same alcove they used before, partially hidden from the road, Paul set his
bag down and began to pry the already loose plywood from the window
glad to see the sun coming up,” Bill said in a hushed whisper, the whisper
sounding loud as it broke the silence causing him to look around nervously, and
the grip on his weapon tightening.
a few more minutes sunshine will be flooding the compound,” Lisa whispered back,
not worried about the sound of her voice after the plywood had come away from
the window with a loud ripping sound.
another tense minute of waiting to see if the sound had alerted the vampire,
Paul slid the window open and leaned in with a flashlight to peer around the
interior of the first floor.
seems okay,” he said softly, turning from the window to take the small rocket
launcher with a flashlight strapped to it from the canvas bag.
only got two shots in this thing,” he reminded Bill, tapping the top of the
weapon with his hand. “You better
stay close so you can back me up,” he said, handing Bill another flashlight he
also took from the bag.
you worry pal I’ll be right behind you,” Bill assured him, laying his hand on
Paul’s shoulder as he made ready to climb in though the window.
honey,” Bill said, turning to her and giving her a quick kiss on the forehead,
“you stay here and keep watch. If
anything goes wrong and we don’t make it back, you pull the ring on this
canister, toss it in the window, and then run like hell. You have to promise me you’ll do it,” he
told her, handing her the incendiary canister that was about the size of a
promise I’ll do it,” she said, her eyes full of tears as she threw her arms
around Bill’s neck and hugged him before he turned and climbed in through the
window behind Paul.
watch over them,” she prayed, watching through the window until the beams of
their flashlights moved across the large dinning room and disappeared up the
stairway. By this time the sun was
above the horizon, its warm rays quickly drying the dew from the grass and
dissipating any small trailers of morning mist hanging in the air.
with a forty-five in one hand and the incendiary canister in the other, she
leaned back against the gray stones of the building letting the morning sun wash
over her to take the morning chill from her body. Suddenly one of the
plywood-covered windows in the basement of the clock tower, across the compound,
burst outwards with a loud shattering sound, then from the darkness within the
figure of a naked young woman emerged and sped across the compound, with amazing
speed, to the building Paul and Bill had just entered into.
hesitation she crashed though the plywood covering one of the basement windows
and disappeared inside. All it
happening so fast Lisa hardly had time to raise her forty-five, but she knew
what she seen was the other vampire, the one that had been Paul’s
and without any thought of her own safety, she climbed in through the window and
ran to the stairway they had disappeared into. They were armed and ready to take on the
male vampire, but completely unaware of the female vampire coming up behind them
and she had to warn them.
and Bill entered the stairway with all the stealth they could muster, where in
the thick layer of dust on the steps they saw the footprints left on their first
visit. In the beams of their lights
little puffs of dust lifted into the air with each silent step they took, while
an unnatural silence hung threatening in the still musty air filling the
to the dust and old wood filling their nostrils, was the sting of their own
perspiration beading on their foreheads and running down into their eyes. Repeatedly Paul stopped to wipe the
stinging sweat from his eyes, until worried the sweat may blur his vision at the
wrong time he stopped and tied a handkerchief around his head like a
each floor the two men stopped on the landing to listen and scan the area with
their lights before moving forward.
The darkness inside the building so thick it seemingly pressed against
their bodies, the beams of their lights struggling to make a seeable path
they reached the top landing Paul motioned for Bill to stop then listened
intently, then for a brief instant his mind reached out to the room at the end
of the building. However nothing
came to him, not even terror from the young woman that had been the Vampires
thoughts are gone so she must be dead,
he reasoned, wondering now if maybe they could have saved her when they were
here the first time, and with that a feeling of guilt washed over him. Brushing the feeling aside he again
reached out for the mind of the vampire and again found nothing.
must be asleep,” Paul whispered carefully into Bill’s ear, then stepped softly
up onto the floor and moved to one side of the large day room. Quickly Bill followed Paul’s lead
and moved to the other side of the room across from him. Now with both beams lighting up the
hallway to the rear of the building, they could see the door at the far end was
closed. Certain now the room behind
that door was the vampire’s lair; they cautiously began to move towards
the sound of footsteps coming swiftly up the stairway behind them shattered the
silence. In an instant Bill swung
his light and weapon toward the stairwell, while Paul kept his light and weapon
pointed towards the door at the rear of the hallway and they crouched tensely as
the steps drew nearer. Then Lisa
burst up out of the stairwell out of breath, her arms waving and shouting
something about another vampire in the building. She had no more than reached the top
step when, in a blur of motion, the figure of Kelly came up the stairs behind
her. Before either Paul or Bill
could fire their weapons, and in the light beam of Bill’s flashlight, Kelly
yanked Lisa’s head back and bit deeply into her neck and drained her
a wail of anguish Bill leapt forward and fired his weapon three times as Lisa’s
dried husk fell to the floor. The
first impact blowing the right shoulder and arm completely away from the thing
that had been Kelly, the second disintegrating it’s left hip, the third hitting
it square in the chest and shattering body parts in all directions. All of this happened in a split
second before Paul could turn his attention back to the rear of the hallway
where another figure flashed into the beam of his light, the figure lifting Bill
from his feet like he was a baby and driving long teeth deep into his throat. In
seconds Bill was no more than a husk and the vampire dropped him to the floor
and turned towards him.
the second time Paul stared into the face of the vampire creature as it came at
him. Although he had been almost
paralyzing with fear before, when the vampire took Bill something happened in
Paul’s mind and in a millisecond the fear passed. Suddenly a cool calmness came over him
and he squeezed off the two rounds left in his weapon.
watching a slow motion movie he saw the first shell whiz past the charging
vampires head and exploded into the wall behind him. The blast taking out a huge section of
the wall and letting the morning sunlight fill the huge room. The second shell flew true and entered
the region of the vampire’s rib cage, the explosion that followed spraying
minute pieces of the vampire everywhere.
Nowhere could Paul see a piece of the flesh larger than a golf ball and
he knew the vampire was no more, but at what price? Both of his companions lay dead on the
floor before him and once again he found himself alone in the world. An overwhelming wave of grief came over
him, his tearful sobs filling the empty building.
long he stood by his friends remains, he no idea, but awoke from the trance when
the sound of police sirens drew near.
likely coming to see what has cause the explosion and taken out part of the
mused. Then glancing down he found
his hands still gripped the handles of the empty weapon and had all he could do
to pry them loose and let the weapon fall to the floor. Finally with one last heart-wrenching
glance, he viewed the remains of his two friends and moved out of the building
and away from the compound.
short time later Paul found himself standing on the bridge crossing the long
lake, where he turned to stared back up over the trees to the gray stone clock
tower standing high and lonely against the blue of the morning sky.
quest is ended, he
mumbled, then after a few minutes of silence shook his head. Maybe not, if there were two of these
creatures there must be more, and with this thought, and a sense of duty to
destroy them, he turned and walked off.