Guide to Contents
Table of Contents
PART ONE THE REBIRTH OF KRISTIAN
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
PART TWO SIMONE
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
PART THREE THE DEFIANT ONES
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
PART FOUR RETURN OF THE KING
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
PART FIVE FEAR OF A DARK PLANET
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
PART SIX TWO KINGS AND A QUEEN
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
PART SEVEN INSURRECTION
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
PART EIGHT THE KING IS DEAD
Chapter 69
PART ONE THE REBIRTH OF KRISTIAN
PART ONE THE REBIRTH OF KRISTIAN
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
It started out as a good day for Kristian as he prepared to showcase his paintings for the Bourgeoisie elite class who normally looked down on someone of Kristian’s status. Barely above the poverty line in Paris, Kristian managed to sell a few paintings here and there. Begrudgingly, he accepted his girlfriend Celine’s offer to help. He knows in order to keep seeing Celine he must not become a poor beggared, enlisting the help from the French Government.
He collects his paintings hurriedly and smiles thinking of his beloved Celine as he looks at her portrait—his favorite. Kristian’s apartment’s, a mess, depicts the hectic life of a young starving artist. Looking at his pocket watch given to him by his father Antoine Dumas, he remembers. “I’m late!” A scheduled lunch with Celine totally slipped Kristian’s mind in his excitement. He quickly gathers himself, grabs an apple and jaunts out the door.
Celine Batiste, beautiful and eighteen years old waits inside a tree covered park along the Champs-Elysees watching the men play Bocce Ball. She looks around for Kristian, who’s running a little late. Several elderly men try to wave Celine over to play. “It’s such a lovely day. Come on over,” one of them said. Celine smiles as she holds her umbrella high to block the afternoon sun. “I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” she said softly. Undeterred, the men keep on trying prompting Celine to blush. Kristian finally shows up rescuing her from the onslaught of the eager men. She smiles and waves at her new friends. “Au revoir,” she said.
The two star-struck lovers walk along the famous street as merchants wave them to come inside. “Someday I’m going to open my own gallery on this street and sell my paintings for everyone, not just the bourgeoisie class,” Kristian states with confidence. “I believe you will Kristian. Someday everyone will know and love you the same way I do.”
“I just hope that when you become famous you won’t forget about me and the little people,” Celine jokes. The two romantics come across a chocolate store. Kristian is dragged inside. “Celine…”
“Don’t worry Kristian. I will buy them for the both of us. After tonight, you may take me to dinner.” As Celine looks over the chocolate, Kristian’s eyes wander as he looks at the patron’s fine clothes and well-spoken speech. He starts to feel uncomfortable. Celine smiles at him, but Kristian feels the eyes watching him even though they are not. “Is this one okay Kristian?” Celine asked. “Kristian?” Kristian walks out quickly like a person suffocating to death. Celine pays for the chocolate and runs after him. “What is the matter, my love?”
“I couldn’t breathe in there. Forgive me, Celine,” Kristian said. He wipes his brow with a white fancy hanky. “You have been acting ever so strangely Kristian,” Celine said. “If I didn’t know better I’d think your mind was on someone else.” Kristian straightens up and tries to convince a concerned Celine otherwise. “You can’t be any further from the truth my love,” Kristian quickly states. “I just began to feel inadequate somehow. I’m beginning to feel the pressure of showing my work in front of your friends.” Celine waves for a carriage as the midday sun gets even hotter. She grabs a hold of Kristian’s hand as a carriage driver spots the two. “They are not my friends they are father’s associates and their wives. If you charm the wives like you’ve charmed me, you will have them eating out of the palms of your hands.”Celine’s father Gilbert is not that fond of Kristian. Part of an aristocracy heritage, Kristian doesn’t hold true for his little girl. As Kristian sets up his work, the bourgeoisie among the crowd begins to chatter. Among them is Kristian’s father Antoine and sister Amelie who try to ignore the chatter for as not to draw attention. Leading the chatter is Henri Montross, Gilbert’s closest friend and confidant, Pierre Lefevre, and Francois Baudin. “Don’t worry Gilbert this sham of an artist will melt under the pressure tonight. He’s obviously no match for any contemporaries today,” Henri boasts. “Yes, but my daughter is infatuated by this young man’s nefarious character,” Gilbert answers. “No doubt he comes from a certain type of breeding.” A small spatter of laughter from the group is heard by Antoine and Amelie. They look over at the high-class socialites with disdain. “They are talking about Kristian father,” Amelie whispers. Antoine pulls Amelie aside out of earshot. “You must control your temper daughter—for Kristian’s sake,” Antoine said. “They will someday get their comeuppance.” Cheese and wine are passed around amongst the crowd. A well-dressed stranger is among the people. He handed a glass of wine by a buxom maiden. A quick smile from the stranger is not missed on the young girl. Everyone else has not even noticed. The chatter becomes louder, some positive and some negative. The negative complainers are complaining about everything, but they still are eating the food as fast as it’s placed on their plates. Celine is ready to make an announcement as Kristian adds the final touches to his display. “Attention everyone,” Celine said. “Kristian is now ready to showcase his paintings. Enjoy.”“I want to thank everyone for coming out tonight. My work is a part of who I am as an artist and the things that inspire me. I want you to take your time and feel free to ask questions.”The bourgeoisie group lifts their collective noses to the sky not giving an inch to Kristian’s talent. Antoine and Amelie clap their approval as they meet up with Kristian. Antoine kisses his son on both cheeks, followed by little sister. “We’re so proud of you Kristian,” Amelie gushed. The small crowd moves about the room like a herd of elephants holding each other’s tail. The women peer through their hand-held spectacles at each detail of the paintings. “I think they’re wonderful,” Bernadette Montross said. Her comment did not sit well with Henri—quickly pulling at her arm. “Nonsense!” he insists. “The boy’s attempt at Impressionism is an insult to Monet.” Once Henri started his criticism, it didn’t take long for the rest of the group to join in. Soon the floodgates opened while an obviously pleased Gilbert smiles. Antoine takes notice of Gilbert’s sadistic pleasure and calls him out.“This is all your doing Gilbert!” Antoine said. “This is about my son and your daughter isn’t it?”“Your son’s lack of talent speaks for itself,” Antoine. “They are nothing but cheap knockoffs of much-talented artists of today. Antoine takes out a white glove to smack the face of Gilbert, but Kristian holds his hand back. “He’s not worth it Father,” Kristian said. The embarrassment brings Celine to tears at what her father has done. “I hate you!” she screams at Gilbert.“It’s for your own good!” “No! You couldn’t stand it that I love someone that didn’t meet high moral standards!” Celine shouts. Kristian pulls his family aside. “Father, please take Amelie home!” Kristian angrily said. But Antoine still wants a fight. “If he wants a fight I’ll settle it with a duel!” Kristian pulls his father and sister out the door with Celine following. It’s a clash of classes, and Celine is caught in the middle. “Go home father! I will take care of this!” Kristian said. Amelie drags her father along. She knows Kristian’s temper can sometimes get the best of him. “Come on father—let’s go home.” Kristian stares at the ground, looking for answers where there are none. Celine tries to give him some. “My father has never done anything like this before Kristian. He is a good man,” she said. Kristian looks up from the ground, his eyes glaring in the moonlight. “You’ve done this to me, Celine. You made me hope that a poor man could live in your world. I was deadly wrong.” Celine has never seen that look in Kristian’s eyes before or speak in that manner. “I have always been by your side my love!” she protests. She grabs Kristian’s arm as he heads back inside. “I won’t let us fall apart!”“You have no choice!” Kristian snaps. He pulls away and runs inside. The room is full of laughter when Kristian storms in the room. You can hear a pin drop at the stifling silence. “I don’t know when I will be able to do it Mr. Batiste, but I promise you…I will get revenge on you and your arrogant friends!” “You don’t like my paintings?! My work is a joke?! So be it!” Kristian smashes the paintings before the stunned audience that begin to run for the hills. The mysterious man calmly walks out smiling as if to be enjoying the anarchy. The guests of Gilbert are shaken by Kristian’s passionate denunciation. Celine cries as she tries to go inside the gallery. She’s restrained by her father. “Forget him Celine. He’s not the man you thought he was.” Hours had passed before it took for Kristian to gain his composure. His work is destroyed, all except the portrait of Celine—his beloved. He gets up gathering himself and collects Celine’s portrait and walks out the gallery a broken man. Slowly walking down a cobbled street with his prized possession with him, Kristian is met by the mysterious man from the gallery. “Excuse me monsieur, I seem to have lost my way,” the stranger said. The finely dressed man raises his head and top hat. “You’re the man from my gallery this evening,” Kristian responds. The man tips his hat at Kristian. “You’re one of Gilbert’s friends.”
“I assure you I’m not young man,” the stranger said. “I’m an admirer of your work and I was shocked at the treatment those aristocrats showed you.”“But you speak much as they do,” Kristian said.“Any language can be learned—from the right teacher,” the man said. “I can also help you get revenge on all of them who disrespected you tonight.”“Who are you?” Kristian asked. “My name is Andras Blaise.” Andras extends his hand to Kristian. Kristian takes hold of Andras’ hand. He suddenly sees Andras conquering on the battlefield, a darkness and power beyond imagination. “I can make men quiver at your feet, women fainting at your mere whisper,” Andras said. A searing pain rushes through Kristian’s arm. He finally pulls his arm free. “What are you?!” Andras picks up Kristian with one arm and throws him up against a wall on the cobblestone street. “I’m king of the vampires.” Long fangs protrude from Andras’ mouth. He sinks them deep into Kristian’s neck, releasing rich blood to suck. Kristian tries to fight back, but Andras has the power of ten men.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Kristian’s death at the hands of Andras is quickly met with his rebirth. He awakens in the alley alone—Andras nowhere to be found. Still shaken from the ordeal, Kristian looks up in the night sky. His senses are different he notices. He hears conversations from miles away. And now the smells of rotten flesh and the overwhelming smell of living, pumping blood.
“I feel more powerful than ever!” he said. Kristian smells something nearby and walks around with a maddening fervor. “I’m famished!” He spots a giant rat that escaped in a dark hole in the alley. Kristian without a second thought punches a hole through the wall and grabs the rat. He takes a giant bite into the rodent, splattering blood everywhere. Feeling shame after consuming the rodent he tosses it away in disgust. “What is wrong with me?! I drank the blood of a rat.” Out of nowhere Andras shows up.
“You!” Kristian said in anger. “What have you done to me?”
“I’ve released you from your constraints young Kristian,” Andras said. “Soon you will feed at will with no hesitation. Humans are our food. And your enemies are now yours to be hunted for prey like a lion chasing a buffalo. You feel the power of your expanded senses. Soon you will have the ability to shape-shift but be warned. With great power comes responsibility.”
“What do you mean?” Kristian asked.
“Your hunger will exceed the love you’ve had for family or former lovers,” Andras said. “Stay away if you dare.”
Kristian contemplates Andras’ warning as he walks down the streets of Paris. The night is still young and the streets are alive. Street peddlers, merchants, and ladies of the evening are just some of the people this night. The taste of the rat is still on Kristian’s breath as he explores his new self. He’s approached by merchant’s selling goods unaware that a monster walks before them. A middle-aged merchant selling men’s apparel stops Kristian. “A very handsome young man needs the finest in clothes,” he said. He pulls Kristian toward his shop with a mirror on the sidewalk. He holds accessories up against Kristian and looks in the mirror.
“You see…” The merchant is stunned at what he doesn’t see, so is Kristian. “You have no reflection,” the man said—looking back and forth. Kristian smashes the mirror in desperation and flees the scene. Stopping finally in a secluded area Kristian is now confused and still hungry. “What am I?!” He makes it to a horse carriage but spooks the horse sending it racing down the street. “I am a monster.” Kristian goes to the one place he knows would be a safe haven for him—his home. Waiting inside is Antoine and Amelie.
“What are you doing here Father? I told you two to go home!”
“We were worried my son. Both of us,” Antoine said. Amelie runs to Kristian and holds him. Her bosom pressed against him, Kristian feels her heartbeat pumping. Her neck is in full view as he looks down on her. His fangs are starting to pop out prompting him to try to control his desire. “I must ask you to leave Father, Amelie. Leave me for your own good.”
“Why do you speak of such nonsense Kristian?” Amelie asked. Kristian pushes Amelie away hoping his mad desires wilts. His eyes begin to turn into something Antoine has seen before. “Amelie, get away from him,” he said.
“What do you mean father?” Antoine grabs his daughter. Kristian turns his back not wanting to let them see the monster he’s become. “When I was a young man in Napoleon’s army there was a man that feasted on us in the trenches. He came to us in the shape of a bat—feeding on us as we lay. Some men he drank only so much, like a bat that feeds on sheep or cattle. Others he would turn into a man and plunge his fangs into our necks and drink from our blood, turning poor young men into vampires. He was the devil’s spawn!”
Amelie, in shock, tries not to believe her father, but Kristian doesn’t refute Antoine’s rant. “Tell me this isn’t true Kristian,” Amelie said. Kristian keeps his back to his little sister to cloak his desire for her blood. “Go on Father. Your story is quite compelling.” Antoine sees a sword displayed on Kristian’s wall. He slowly walks toward it as he continues. “If it wasn’t for a group of warriors dressed like monks I wouldn’t be here right now,” Antoine said. Kristian turns his head slightly. Antoine freezes. “Monks?” Kristian asked. “What did they look like Father?” Kristian notices Antoine creeping next to the sword.
“You want to kill them, the men that saved your father!”
“They are my enemies Father. And unfortunately, so are you.” Antoine reaches for the sword pulling it off the wall. Amelie screams as Kristian no longer resembles the brother she knew. Antoine, an excellent sword fighter lunges forward with a thrust just missing his own son. “No Father!” she screams.
“Kristian is no longer your brother Amelie—run!” Amelie tries to run, but Kristian wills a large and heavy dresser at the door blocking her in. Kristian picks up Antoine and tosses him across the room. “This is the way it has to be Father,” Kristian said. “The bloodline stops with me.” Kristian picks up his father and holds him in his powerful hands.
“No Kristian, I’m your father!” Kristian plunges his fangs deep into Antoine while Amelie screams. She sees the sword and quickly picks it up. Without hesitation, she runs the sword straight through her brother leaving the blade in. Kristian grimaces at first but quickly turns around with blood-thirsty eyes—the blood of Antoine trickling down his mouth. “Come on little sister, give us a kiss,” he said. Amelie tries to flee, but Kristian is ahead of her every step. Large fangs showing with the similarities of a viper snake, Kristian torments Amelie.
“I’m going to make you immortal sister. You will be the first recruit into my army of vampires.” Amelie struggles upon her brother’s “deep kiss” until she can’t no more. She falls to the floor like a delicate and wilting flower. The night is just getting started Kristian thinks to himself. He still has more places to go and people to see. He’s rejuvenated and powerful. The blood makes him feel—invincible.
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Celine and her father have argued for the last two hours. A defiant Gilbert refuses to apologize to Celine who has left for her room for the night. Gilbert is toasting himself with a victory glass of wine—red wine. The clock above the fireplace chimes in at midnight. The crackling flames is the only sound Gilbert here’s before he turns around to see Kristian standing before him. “How did you get in here?!” he asked.
“We have unfinished business Gilbert,” Kristian answered. “You and your bourgeoisie friends took my life away tonight. I must say it was a refreshing revelation.”
“You are possessed by the devil Kristian Dumas, I can see it in your eyes,” Gilbert said. Kristian walks toward Gilbert in a predatory manner, all the while Gilbert moving backwards. “You’re out for revenge I can understand that and you’ve drunken some sort of elixir to give you the nerve.”
“That would be blood, Gilbert. And now I shall have yours and the rest of your sainted friends,” Kristian states. “I will walk among the high society and live like they do. One by one I will drink every last drop of bourgeoisie blood until all of you are gone from Paris.” Gilbert stumbles at the step leading into his large dining room. “What about Celine, she will never forgive you for this,” he said.
“I will take good care of my beloved Celine. She will walk the night with me feasting on the good doers of Paris. We’ll paint the town red,” Kristian boasts laughing.
“Never!” Gilbert shouts as he reaches for a pistol. He fires, hitting Kristian squarely in the chest. Kristian looks down at the bullet lodged inside. He sticks a long fingernail inside the hole and pulls it out. “You are the devil!”
“No. I’m an avenging angel of death and destruction Gilbert. And I have you to thank you for it.” Out from behind Kristian is petite little sister Amelie. She’s as pretty as before but now with a much paler complexion. “Are you hungry Amelie?” Kristian asked. Amelie shows her long fangs at Gilbert. “I’m famished,” she said.
“Bon appétit,” Kristian announced. Amelie attacks Gilbert with the frenzy of a child opening up a new Christmas toy. “Amelie, don’t be so sloppy with your dinner,” Kristian joked as Gilbert’s blood has splattered in every direction. “Sorry, brother.” As Amelie still ravishes Gilbert’s shredded neck Kristian makes his way upstairs to Celine’s room. Amelie attacks an unsuspecting maid leading to screams about the mansion. Celine awakens from the horrific noise—her white nightgown glowing in the moonlit night. “Katherine?!” she cries out. A dark figure comes out of the shadows.
“Who’s there?” Celine asked.
“It’s me, my love. Kristian.” Celine is happy to see Kristian. She raises up from the bed her night gown slipping down her shoulders. “Kristian, I had dreamed you’d come. I am so sorry what Father has done to you,” she said. She hugs Kristian not knowing the monster he’d become. “Nothing could stop me from coming here tonight Celine,” he answered quietly. “Our love will stand the test of time—a better love than Napoleon and Josephine.” Celine looks toward the door no longer hearing the screams. “I could have sworn I heard my maid Katherine screaming,” she said. Kristian shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe it was the wind,” he suggested.
Kristian strokes Celine’s beautiful long blonde hair. Again the screams are heard that rattles Celine. “Did you hear that?!”
“That was just my sister Amelie having her way with your maids the way your father did,” Kristian whispered. Celine pushes Kristian back into the shadows. “How dare you say that to me? I must go to them.” Kristian reaches out and takes hold of Celine’s hand.
“My sister has not finished down there. She would not want you to see her like this,” Kristian said.
“Like what?” Celine answered trembling. Kristian again comes out of the shadows and shows his true face. Celine screams. Downstairs Amelie looks up from feeding to hear her former friend’s scream. She quickly continues sucking blood like the leech she turned into. Upstairs, Kristian comes to grips with his lover’s rejection of his face. “This is not what I wanted Celine. I was angry at what was done to me. Now a monster has turned me into a monster. I’m a vampire, forced to walk the streets at night to feed on the blood of the living. Celine cries as she listens to her lover’s explanation. “Centuries will pass and I will still be among the living, watching everyone I care about grow old.”
“My father is dead, isn’t he?” Kristian doesn’t answer, but Celine can see the truth written on his face. “Will you kill me as well?” she asked.
“I will walk away never to return.”
“I can’t go on living knowing if I can’t have you in my life, Kristian.”
“What are you saying?”
“I want to live as you live. I would rather walk this Earth for eternity than to be dead without you.” The two lovers kiss passionately almost like it’s a long kiss goodbye. Celine pulls back her flowing hair to expose herself to Kristian. “Do you know what you are asking my love?” he asked. “I have long heard stories of the existence of vampires as a fairy tale,” she said. “Let me feel the power of you inside me so that we become one.” Kristian shows reluctance at the consequence. “You will die before you are reborn again,” he said.
“I don’t care. I want to do this.” With her last words of encouragement Kristian moves closer and closer. He kisses her neck before plunging deep inside a moaning Celine. They move back and forth in unison with Kristian’s fangs still lodged inside of her. Finally, he releases her to her own demise or rebirth. “What have I done?!” Celine goes in and out of conscience before finally dying. Unlike Amelie, Celine doesn’t wake up as fast as he and his sister. She’s trapped on the other side. Angels and demons fight over her soul until she frantically wakes up in Kristian’s arms. “You’ve come back to me!” he said. “I thought I’d lost you!” Celine has the shakes as she adjust to her rebirth.
“I saw things. Terrible things,” she said. Kristian smiles as he caresses Celine’s face.
“It was a battle for your soul, my love. The guardians of the Underworld fought for you eternal life. Now we are truly one.”
An all out assault has now been launched on the Bourgeoisie class in Paris as Kristian and his hoard of vampires spread terror across the land. Gilbert’s friends hide out in a large wine cellar of Henri Montross’ mansion. Pierre Lefevre, Francois Baudin and their wives and daughters fear for their lives. “It’s the end of the world!” Bernadette whispers in fear. She clutches her children close. Henri holds a lantern as he listens to the sounds above them. “Quiet everyone,” he commands. A daughter, Chantel Lefevre is defiant. “You left the maids and butlers up there to fend for themselves! Why?!” Henri shines the light in Chantel’s face.
“They are only the Blacks and the poor my dear,” Henri said. “They are no concern of ours.” The families all agree except Chantel. “I’m going to help them!” Chantel tries to go up the cellar’s stairs but is held back. “You will give away our location,” Bernadette frantically said.
“Restrain her!” another man said. Chantel is tackled to the ground and tied to a wooden post. Upstairs Kristian makes a grand entrance followed by his flock. The maids and butlers hold every type of weapon left at their disposal. Kristian stands before them confident and fearless the Lord he is. “It is not you I want to destroy,” he said. “Join me and I will make you leaders of your domains. Turn over your masters to me and become conquerors.” A young maid points the way to the cellar. Amelie runs over to the spot pointed out. She removes large furniture obstructing the trap door. Kristian smiles his approval. He walks over to the willing maid. He stares into her eyes with svengali like appeal.
“Be gentle with our new flock,” he said. Celine and the other vampires converge on the servants.
Screams are heard above in the cellar. Amelie pulls open the cellar door and sticks her down—smelling the air. “Come out or we’ll burn you out!” she shouts with pleasure. One by one selfish and righteous group march up the steps clutching each other as Kristian’s growing clan of vampires salivate. Chantel is helped up still tied. “Who are you, their sacrifice?” Celine asked with laughter. Chantel is untied and her gag pulled out. “I tried to help the servants,” Chantel responded looking over at the dead.
“They butchered them!” Henri shouts with condemnation.
“No, we liberated them,” Kristian said. Bernadette stares at Celine with disbelief. Celine notices by blowing Bernadette a kiss. “Celine how could you let that monster turn you into something so hideous?” Bernadette vents.
“Why did you let your husband turn you into a fat, big mouth bourgeois of a lady,” Celine answered. Everyone is lined up in a row. The clan is eager to attack. “Do we feed now brother?” Amelie asked. “No, Amelie. Our new family members are starting to wake. They need their nourishment. But Mister Montross here has enough blood for at least three of you.” The maids and butlers begin to wake. Henri tries to run but is tackled by Amelie and Celine. As Celine starts to bite she doubles over in pain. The new clan members growl at the group. “Take them, my friends!” Kristian shouts. The frenzy begins. Kristian takes hold of Chantel his self.
“Don’t worry my sweet. I want you with us.” Kristian swings Chantel’s neck around and bites her. Chantel is in shock—barely able to scream. Kristian has barely taken a drink before he hears the cry from his sister. “Kristian! Come quick!” With blood dripping from his large fangs Kristian races to his beloved. Celine is doubled over in pain.
“Celine, what is it?!”
“I don’t know!” Amelie looks at all the blood Celine has coughed up.
“Is it tainted blood?!” Kristian asked. Celine throws up once more which leads to Amelie’s shocking discovery.
“I think it’s morning sickness, Kristian. She’s pregnant.”
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Warriors have come from the Far East and Africa. They are descendants from the original Shaolin Monks and African warriors who have chased Andras across Asia and Europe long ago. They have heard the news of a pregnant Vampire and have committed to destroying this child of a night stalker. Kristian’s vampire clan has grown and has brought Paris to its knees. The warriors of Shaolin and Africa are armed with the best of weaponry including arrows dipped in silver and swords so finely made they’re comparable to the Japanese Katana.
The battle has begun as the warriors search for Celine. They burst into illicit houses of French vampire whores feeding on married men and virgin teens looking for their first sexual encounters. Tao Luo and Arkamun Okonjo are met at the door of one such place by a beautiful vampire madam by the name of Brigitte. “Welcome,” she said. “You two must have come a long way to be nibbled on by the finest vampire whores in Paris.”
“You mean people come here to get bitten by vampires by choice?” Tao asked. Brigitte smiles to turn and showcase some of the raving beauties awaiting new customers. “But of course. Look at what and who they have to look forward to,” she said. “It’s quite the sensation.” One such girl, merely a young teen walks up to Arkamun. “Would you like a sample bite?” Arkamun gently holds the girl off. “Actually we’re here for Kristian and Celine. We’ve come from far away to offer gifts to the newborn prince or princess,” Arkamun said. Brigitte gives a devilish smile. It is clear to her the next step she must take.
“Let me get someone that can help you with that,” she offered. Brigitte pulls the vampire teen away with her to a private room. “I think she liked you,” Tao joked.
“The victims are getting younger and younger,” Arkamun added. Before anything else could be spoken the room is now filled with a unit of vampires like no other. Their primary objective is to shut down any threat to the unborn child. Brigitte stands in front of the bulky warriors. “I guess this means you’re not taking us to see Kristian,” Tao said.
“Only in pieces,” Brigitte boasts. Tao and Arkamun open their long coats displaying their shiny silver weapons—so glistening they temporarily blind the eyes. “You take the front and I’ll take the back,” Arkamun said. The bloodletting and gore splatters on the walls around the spacious room as the two warrior monks chop head after head off. Silver spiked blades pop open from their boots as they high kick and side kick vampires in the throat. “Kill those monks!” Brigitte yells. In thirty minutes time, it’s all over. Brigitte tries to run for cover, but the monks are relentless in their pursuit.
“Where are the happy parents to be?” Tao asked.
“I don’t know where they are!” Arkamun goes over to a tall curtain and opens it displaying the sun rising. Tao takes hold of Brigitte’s right hand and holds it in the daylight. “It burns!” she screams. “Tell me where they are!” Tao commands. Brigitte cries as she sees her hand begin to dissolve. “They’re in an abandoned brothel in the Rue Champlain district!”
“How do we find it?” Arkamun asked.
“It’s not hard to find. The stench alone will guide you.”
“We don’t have time for this! You’re coming with us!” Tao demands.
“I have my business to run here. The Bourgeoisie pays top dollar to come here.” Tao let’s go of Brigitte. She straightens up her clothes. “I will give you the girl. She can take you there,” Brigitte said. “What girl?” Tao asked.
“Dominique. She’s the one that made the African blush. N’est-ce pas?” Brigitte is let go with a promise to have Dominique available as their guide. The sun is slowly rising as the two vampire hunters make it to their horses. “You know she was lying about the young girl right?” Arkamun asked. Tao gives his friend a smile not really believing his story. “If it was not true you would not have bothered with explaining.”
“I have made a vow to celibacy,” Arkamun insists. Tao laughs as he mounts his horse.
“It is not mandatory that you remain celibate, my brother. You can leave to have a more normal life and return to being a monk as long as sex is not committed while as a monk.” Arkamun mounts his horse as well. “I’m aware of that my brother,” he said.
“Oh and she did make you blush.”
Celine is still trying to come to grips over her pregnancy. She’s kept in a private dark room and pampered like a queen. She evens throws a temper tantrum like one. “I hate this! I want to go out and hunt as everyone else!” she screams. Amelie tries to console Celine but is not doing a very good job of it. “You can’t hunt in your condition, think of the baby!”
“This greedy baby is eating more than I am Amelie! I don’t want it!” Celine is given goat’s blood for the nourishment. She seems to finally calm down. Amelie feels Celine’s stomach and is very curious to what Celine feels. “The other female vampires are talking,” she said.
“About what?”
“Something must have happened on the other side, Celine. What did you see?” Celine is tired of the questions and frustrated with not seeing Kristian. “I don’t know what I saw! Something or someone touched me! Where’s Kristian?!” Amelie wipes Celine’s perspiration. She finally falls into a deep sleep. “You rest now Celine. Everything will be okay,” Amelie said.
“Why do you say such things, Amelie?” A female vampire asked. “She will bring trouble to us all.”
In another lair inside the building, Kristian is in a deep sleep wrapped around Chantel’s naked body.
As the clan of vampires sleeps the day away, the warrior monks of Shaolin and Africa prepare for tonight’s battle. A band of twenty-seven men have now amassed to take on the battle. It is believed that one Shaolin monk can take on five men. But those numbers are irrelevant when it comes to a vampire with superhuman strength. As the men walk the sunny streets of Paris they are gawked at like freaks because of their unique appearances. Arkamun and Nkechi Akintola are descendants of the original African who fought against Andras long ago. Arkamun is a strong, chiseled Maasai descendant. He was born to lead warriors like his father and father’s father before him. Nkechi is the wise one and storyteller. He keeps the African culture flourishing in them although they are now Shaolin. His pride and commitment to the cause makes him stand out. Bekele, the youngest of the three is a descendant of an Ethiopian king. He is fierce in battle and has the most vampire kills to date.
Tao and Arkamun have come upon a place suitable for their fellow brothers to hold up for the day. A mansion is now available due to a bourgeoisie family fleeing the area after the vampire uprising. Many of the society rich have done the same thing causing the French economy to crash. More people than usual are begging on the streets including former aristocrats. A local magistrate accepts payment for the house.
Impressum
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.08.2020
ISBN: 978-3-7487-5493-0
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