Thursday, March 30, 2006

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LONDON 1992



The streets of London were full of people laughing among the stalls of bread and other goods. The men ravaged customers and pleaded their goods like they were some amazing artifacts from an unknown century long ago.

The jean fashion was on the rampage as many townies walked on their day out in the sunny afternoon of town. Teenagers with short green hair walked around wearing caps and acting like they were the gangs of the year.

French foreigners jumped up and down in disbelief and swearing out loud about where the way is. As they were lost a kind gentleman in a suit pointed at the direction they should be in on the map and the greeted him a farewell and rushed on their busy feet.

The town laughed and cried. They moved past the Museums with interest and also with boredom as people wearing nothing but black walked down listening to a Walkman and by the savaged sound it finked in its heavy metal tune of Green Day from their old album.

His face was as pale as white as if he had seen a ghost. He carried on walking for a moment and then stopped. His head nodded up and down as he kept his eyes closed taking no notice of the other world.

He only looked seventeen and he jumped in joy with his heart beating softly.

Suddenly there was no noise, but everybody still moved. Mouths opened wide catching millions of scattering flies as they turned and ran in fear. The smell of fear smelt like sweat but had a more pure scent to it. The teenager stood still looking down at the floor. Only when he looked at the other fleeing humans did he think to turn around.

For in his face was a flesh rotted creature and as he stared the Walkman fell to the floor. He moved back slowly as he watched other people he had sat next to only a moment ago have their hearts ripped out and being chewed to death by the ugly creatures.

He screamed out loud but as he had done so the creature grasped a sharp hand into his throat and retrieved the throat out of the body. It wriggled out with ease as the boy fell to his knees hold his own throat. Blood spilled and flowed out of his mouth and throat as he looked at the floor dead.

A scream came from the back of a head as a body jumped through a whole new dimension.



Waking up from his dream, the Prophet screamed loudly at the top of his voice enough for his guard, Guradu, to enter the room holding an assault shotgun. He carried on holding the guns in an aim encase of an attack.

“It’s okay. I just had a bad dream,” said the Prophet trying to catch his breath thinking of what just happened. The guard was heavily built with muscles and he only wore a vest. He had a large shined scimitar in his belt and shotgun shells across his shoulders to his waist.

“Well, Master Thessalonian. What was your dream about?” he asked in suspicion.

“The usual. Seeing what the future will hold for us,” he answered back. The guard raised an eyebrow.

“So, how will we die?” he asked and there was a pause of silence.

“There will be thousands of them. They are going to capture us all and torture us one by one. There will be nothing for us to do about it when this happens,” he looked away and out to the window where a shadow leaped from view. Unseen by Guradu but not un heard the guard moved to the window and sheltered so he would not be seen.

The dark figure moved slowly over to the shade appearing to have disappeared.

The guard started for the door but was stopped by the Prophet as he grasped his hand tight.

“Do not worry about him,” said Thessalonian letting go in hope he would agree.

“I can not let you come to harm. The Trial Of Council has told me that I must Guard you from ANY HARM. And that was no ordinary creature. I can sense that he is blinded and hungry. Neither living nor rotted,” he slowly edged back to the window and grabbed the young Prophets sword and throwing the handle to him. Thessalonian moved on to his feet and slowly covered his short black hair with his cloak hood. He silently walked through the door and tip toed gently out to the hallway. The grubby place looked like it needed a changing room from the new TV show on BBC 1.

As they moved down they passed the soothing wind gliding across the window and tapping in the sorrow whisper on the ice cold glass and following the Prophet like it warned him of danger. Hairs upon the back of the two’s necks gently straightened up and tingled in fear and in courage. They pricked at the neck in hope of attention for them to turn their heads in the direction of steps that the normal ear could not hear. Thessalonian smiled knowing that they were being followed and looked over his shoulder to find nothing behind him. He smirked trying not to laugh as prodded his sword at the ceiling where the shadow fell on his stomach moaning in pain. Dirt slipped off his old ragged clothes. His trousers were smothered and his face cringed in distort. He stared with big brown eyes and raged sharp teeth at him. He looked quite human despite the fangs were not human. The Prophet walked at him as the guard walked on not hearing anything. He pulled his hood down and then lifted his floppy body off the floor. The human creature struggled to brake free as he screamed and kicked. The guard ran towards the noise and lifted his head.

He sank back down when he realised that Thessalonian could have been killed. The human seemed to be quite young in his twenties.

“What are you after?” he asked in fury showing his teeth in courage.

Thessalonian only smiled as Guradu pulled his shotgun to the creature’s heart and glared him in the eye.

“What does a Vampire want in these parts of town?” he asked pointing his shotgun even closer. The Vampire cringed in fear and moved his hands down.

“I hear that blood is very tasty from gunmen. Did you know its breakfast time?” he asked opening and closing his mouth in a gesture to show he was hungry. The guard pointed the gun at the Vampire’s head as he squealed in terror.

“Were you the one outside?” asked Thessalonian pointing at his sword and bringing it closer to his eyes to see the sharpness.

“No! No, no. That was the other Vampire. His name’s Robert. From Scotland. Killed by one of many Vampires. I told you what you wanted to know now let me go,” he spook quite and seemed desperate to leave. He thrown down to the floor and carefully watched.

“Go, now before I have the mind to kill you!” he shouted enough so that the Vampire showed its fangs and ran with speed. The shotgun was shot at him and punctured a hole in the head burning into him as he fell on the floor bleeding. A wisp of smoke flew through the air as the daemon soul of his moved and changed to the dust across the floor. The blood still flowed from the body and after a few seconds the body flamed up and crisped to thin air.



They carried on walk9ing to the entrance and then slowly walked their way outside unnoticed by anybody but the few homeless people warming their hands and chewing on little food they got from begging.

Thessalonian walked up to one old rugged looking man that stood short next to him. His clothes were full of rats that weaved in and out of his pockets collecting all the crumbs of food in there.

Thessalonian pulled four pounds from a back pocket and slowly laid it in the mans hands. The man took it gratefully and moved to his knees and thanking him. Thessalonian moved his hands on his muddy forehead and muttered some dark words that sounded like it was from the God himself.

“The Lord shall praise you soon. He will answer your calls and everybody shall find their peace... someday,” he moved away as the man carried on thanking him gratefully.

The man walked into the newsagents on the left of the street that narrowed down a dark alleyway and came back out seconds later bearing himself a sandwich, bar and a lottery ticket. He wrote down the numbers: 15, 45,23,15,41 and the bonus being...

“And the bonus being 12,” spoke the TV presenter on the television telling the night’s lottery, “and don’t forget that we will be back next week with more news on the mysterious disappearing. That’s all this week. Goodnight.”

The homeless man jumped with glee as he ran back in to discuss to the man to explain that he had just one £4million. He jumped back holding an invitation to the Lottery show where he would collect his money. He ran down the street screaming off his head and crying. Other among the street looked at him funny and shook their heads thinking that a monkey had been released from the zoo.



The two walked steadily along the dark streets and moved with peering eyes among the strange mist that suddenly appeared from no where.

The mist swirled and moved along like a shadow watching over them. And as they moved so did the mist and as they stopped it stopped and glared in their direction. They moved again under the watchful eyes of thin air and they moved along and up near the flat they were resting in. The green moss filled the houses that were barely visible and Thessalonian moved closer to it and looked at the strange scratched markings on the houses. The young fellow looked at it with consideration and then remembered when the zombie had tried to attack the man named Simon. He remembered that the creature was after him and that Master Galant had told him to stay inside and wait there. And that it was him who knew everything that he had asked him. He had touched the wall that night and he remembered watching it all happen as the Prophet had walked out ignoring him.

He came back to reality as he smiled in anger and looked at a new shadow that moved away from them.

“He’s too scared of us,” said Thessalonian to his guard as loud as he could so that the man could hear.

A movement of footsteps rose along with a grinned face coming out of the mist. The man looked incredibly young, only in his sixteen’s and his fangs were placed out among his dark blond hair. It had been placed up in gel and his black leather jacket swung in the dark. He stared with dark eyes behind his sunglasses as he gently took them off. He moved his lips in the taste of the little amount of blood left on his mouth.

“I am not scared. Just a bit hungry,” he whispered in a low tone and just stared.

“I know that you came here for no harm, Corinth,” the vampire hissed at his own name and dropped to his knees. He looked up and then stood once more.

“You don’t know anything!” he shouted in disgrace as Thessalonian moved over to him.

“I know more than you do. I know that you only feed and don’t kill. I know that you try not to harm people and I know of something that you went through,” Corinth looked at him and then pushed him away.

“Who are you? A Prophet or a stalker?” he moved back into the mist and the solid steps of his feet echoed in the background as the two left went back inside.

As he closed the door locks were shifted as the guard moved along about five locks clicking them and making the bell of a racket before adding the finally with a slam. Guradu turned around and noticed what he had done wrong.

“Think you could be a bit louder to wake up our little friend?” asked Thessalonian sarcastically and then slowly waiting for a bigger noise.

No noise appeared and the guard looked down at the floor whilst Thessalonian stared at the ceiling. A sudden step broke silence and the whisper of a faint grunting came from up stairs. The floor creaked in fear and claw like feet sheered the wooden floor. A large growl of pain arose from a mans voice into a loud and high-pitched squeak of a howl.

The unbearable noise ran through their ears and ached drumbeats upon them in self-pity and provided them to bleed from the tips. They grasped their ears in hope that the bleeding will stop and as soon as the mighty sound was over the town awake with screams and laughter and they let go of their ears.

“Now Titus is on his way to the town. Can’t you see, I kept him there so we could look after him not let him feed!” shouted Thessalonian as Guradu brought out his knock out darts. He loaded one in and then moved to the window. Through the glass showed the image of a big black ball of fur that moved along holding paws of blood and moving in a sluggish jump. It dragged down the drainpipe and slowly covered to the ground. Big green pale eyes stared in the direction of the glass as a wide face grinned sharp teeth. The yellow sharp teeth of a lion ferociously opened and roared out in a deep tone. Its big black nose snitched and withered in the air. It turned to the nearest exit and jumped up to the roofs.

The guard cursed as Thessalonian had run up to the bedroom upstairs. The guard closely followed him and they looked over at the ripped apartment. They stepped in and looked at the photos of a normal man that was enjoying his life. The moved over the floor and cracked a footprint into a glass photo frame. In it were two children that looked quite old. They were probably fifth teen and maybe seventeen and they both had bright long blond hair. They looked happy and on the end of the photo was the same man that was in all the other pictures.

“Titus...” whispered Thessalonian putting the picture down and then moving to the window.

“So where do you think he’s going?” asked the guard as Thessalonian pointed at the picture once again.

“Back home. To see his children,” answered Thessalonian moving to the front and then running into the dark tinted windows of a Peugeot.

The engine started up with a grunt and the car moved in the direction of the werewolf. Guradu pushed his foot on the pedal to speed up a little like he was trying to squash the pedal and he darted in and out of the cars getting to a point where they could see a big flump of hair in the middle of the road. They got a little closer and then glared over at what was in his hand. Blood dripped from its teeth and it didn’t seem to notice the people around staring at him in disbelief. It just carried on moaning and chewing. Guradu jumped out of the car and fell to the ground slowly edging himself towards the beast. He looked to a point where he was exactly next to its feet and looked up like looking at the Eiffel Tower in Paris.

He stood his ground and shifted the shotgun to his arms. He swayed the aim at the creature’s neck and as he was about to shoot the beast stopped. Its ears twitched and tingled around along with its head and looked down.

It roared and threw the weapon aside jumping on the ceiling and going on the move again.

Guradu got up and turned to get in the car. He felt for the door and only held thin air. When he looked the car was gone. Only the road remained and as he glared to where the beast had run he could see through the mist a small Peugeot driving through the darkness towards the beast. He jumped up and cursed at the floor. He smashed the shotgun at the floor and started walking back to the house that was three miles away.





The mini car moved along watching the rooftops of large houses and was driving alongside the unusual comfort of a very large creature. Birds scattered from their homes off the roof and fled from the sight of the big beast and people screamed on the other side of the street at the creature. Titus only roared more and louder in anger and moved over to the other side where the curtains were closed. Thessalonian followed.

The creature stared at the car and then moved out of sight. The car stopped and Thessalonian looked around. No noise had come through as far as he could see. He looked behind him in the mirror. He stopped breathing and slowly listened to the loudness of a cat preaching to itself in the alleyways and as he could hear the panting of the creature moved along on the cat and then there was no noise. But Thessalonian could see a shadow moving towards him and he stayed in the car knowing that the creature was waiting for him to get out of the car. He breathed steadily and slowly he started the car. He moved back to the road and down the street. Once out of sight the creature moved out of the shade and jumped back onto the roofs. He looked at the other side of the town and started to jump.



The Peugeot was on the other side of town by now and Thessalonian waited outside and old terrace house that was full of shouts and laughter. He listened to the sound and then realised why Titus had wanted to come here.

“Sion! Why are your toys out again!” shouted a woman’s voice.

Another younger voice answered and then laughter filled the house once again.

“Can’t you see. Your father’s dead and all you do is giving me all the work to do!” she shouted and this made Thessalonian bring a tear running down his face. Then the panting sound ace from behind him. Titus stood looking in the window to where his wife stood. He stopped roaring and only glared.

Thessalonian stepped out of the car and walked over to the creature. It took a defensive and then the Prophet stepped back a pace. He paused for a while.

“You want to see them, don’t you?” asked Thessalonian moving a step closer as a groan came from the creature as it glared back at the window.

“You want to watch them grow up. You want them to see their father. That he isn’t dead. But what about your condition?” asked Thessalonian as the creature became as soft as paper and looked down at Thessalonian.

“You can’t want to eat them. What happens if you try to eat them,” said Thessalonian. He moved closer to the massive creature and slowly looked at him in the eyes.

“I can do something for you. It’s against the rule but only you and I can know, I’ll change you forever,” whispered Thessalonian as the Werewolf agreed to this. Thessalonian raised his arms and slowly a ball of light covered his body. It moved over him and as if in an instant a bald man appeared from the bubble fully clothed and he walked up to the Prophet and hugged him.

“I can see my family now,” he moved over from him but was stopped by Thessalonian.

“I haven’t cured you entirely, Titus. But whenever you change you will have no rage or thirst for flesh. You will be in control, and when you do turn you can help others like yourself,” he whispered as there was a stare from the window. A glass shattered from the inside and the two looked up. Titus’ wife had dropped a glass and she put her hands over her mouth. He smiled reluctantly. Thessalonian pushed him to the door and it swung open with cries. Thessalonian moved back to his car and stayed there for a moment while laughter came back to the family.

Thessalonian sat back in his chair and drove out of site again and back to the flat.







The silent whispers of the cat had faded in the darkness along time ago along with the sound of laughter. Silence had allowed even the most unusual to make sounds. The wind picked up a little and gently toned against the windows of the molded green houses across the dark green gardens. As the wind pushed its way across it set its sight upon a very weary mouse. The old brown mouse screwed back into the whole looking at the little seeds. Its nose shriveled in the air as the sensitive creature drew back again but being reluctant. This was its last chance. It only had this survival and this to live on. It could make it unharmed and eat or it could be a trap and kill him.

He looked around and then pocked his beady head. His eyes moved around suspiciously and then he moved on to the food. He took a good sniff as the seed got thrown to the side by the wicked wind. He went for it again and this time became successful. The wind caught the trace of a different pray and that gave fear to the land. The mouse unnoticed the creature that had his foot slowly dangling in the air and as it went to bite the seed the almighty leg pressed on the shell of the creature and broke every tiny bone from its body. It squealed before it shriveled up like a piece of paper and then died. Along the foot of the man was a long leather coat that stretched across the man’s legs. He was placed on the old parks bench in London and he looked up at the moon. His thoughts were nothing about the mouse but of his dark blond hair. He stroked it lightly in order not to mess it up as it shined a silvery colour in the moon. He rather liked this and then stared at the reality before him. He looked back deep into his mind and then started to wonder.



Bloody mouse, died as easily as every one else will. How do we know that the world will be at peace forever. What about our race? The vampires have tried for many years to conquer this world. Us out of all five races became the most evolved. All this Dracula crap they have here, is just a loud of rubbish. The truth is what this world will find out.

And now out of the blue the Vampires are not enough sport for the human race. Thessalonian believes that the ‘Zombie’s’ ,as this world calls them, are going to strike in their millions. They are the only ones that decided that they would stay down there forever more to look after the other world. Our world. The rest of us knew that it would not be safe and as he rotted the final guy decided that he would help the Chaos God and then build a complete army of dead creature. What the hell is the Chaos God? There is no such thing as God! Do know what I think, it’s just our conscious and to be honest I think it sucks. Hey! That’s offensive to me ‘sucks’. Who cares? The world and the humans were made for the Vampires to feast on.

I can remember the day I became this. It was obviously not my choice. God damn the hot woman from Wales. Cardiff university woman, always a problem. I never did care that she was one of the first Vampire in the life of our underworld. Shame the creeps have changed the world to a whole dead zone. It used to be split between the five races and there would be no war. Only paradise. A sea full of blood. A cage full of humans that never seemed to run out. Giving them a good chase and then eating them alive. Only ever went down there once. Before the Zombies decided to ruin it.



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