The Legend Of The Christian Zombie Vampires

Chapter 15

Days of Swine and Roses

Darius looked down on Gregg’s body. He looked weak and high from the powder that The Woman blew so sickly into his face. “Who won that last game on 2k?” Gregg asked. “You did it’s tied at three. Quit playing get up so we can hit Chico’s before it closes and fire up game 7!” Gregg chuckled but was weak. He lifted his head. He could hear Dr. S laughing inside his soul. He could smell death all around. “Get me out these fucking restraints then. Hand me those butchers knives.” “ Yo Shiloh a little help! Cut Gregg out of this shit!” Shiloh knelt down and cut Gregg’s leather restraints using the blade of Azrael. Both Darius and Shiloh pulled Gregg to his feet. Though Gregg was conscious, he was not quite right in the brain. He felt nauseous and dizzy but he stood with Shiloh and Darius with pride. “Where did she go D?” Gregg asked as he held his arm around Shiloh for balance. “Where did who go? Look man shit is fucked up right now we have to figure out a way to get the hell outta here.” “The Woman… She was just here…” Shiloh, Darius and Gregg looked around but the bloodied room was empty. Empty except for the three men who banded together in this hell on earth. Empty, except for the butchered souls that Gregg’s soul ego, Dr S had slain while in his drug induced rampage. They heard the piano playing its dramatic melody somewhere in the distance but as they entered the hallway, they heard footsteps of a creature who was destined to destroy them. In his white suit and monocle, from the shadows of the spiraled hallway came The Father of Nothing. Gregg stood in front of Darius and Shiloh with confidence. His strength began to return. “Yo, there is three of us and he ain’t no mutherfukkin pimp! Fuck him!” Gregg shouted “Yeah he’s just a rest haven for hoes!” Darius chimed in. Shiloh jumped in front of Darius and Gregg with his blade drawn. The metal glowed an intense flaming white. He motioned for Gregg and Darius to leave but they remained still. With rage in his eyes Shiloh said “I finally found your bitch ass. It’s time to end this!” The Father of Nothing gave a subtle grin “End this? We are only beginning my son, the war is all but won. As a matter of fact why are you still standing? Kneel. Kneel before your true dark lord, or perish with the other wretched souls. But choose quickly because I have a more pressing matter at the moment.” He walked closer to Shiloh, “You know what your problem is? You let your emotions get in the way. You really think the angels will ever accept you? That you will somehow be redeemed for all of your sins? To them you are just another common blood-sucker, an animal, a pet to them. You are just a pawn. Do you believe that you can kill me with that blade? It didn’t work then, and it won’t work now. Now be a dear and kill those two and take your place at the side of your real master.” Shiloh stood frozen with his blade still drawn. His eyes glowed red and he was breathing heavily. Gregg and Darius watched with surprised looks on their faces. Darius asked “You gonna let him talk to you like that Loskie? Man… Cut this motherfucker!” Shiloh raised his sword above his head, then sliced downward towards the Father of Nothing, who sidestepped and used his telekinetic force to throw Shiloh through Gregg and Darius knocking them all to the ground. Shiloh got up and charged once more slicing wildly at the man but unable to land any blows. The Father of Nothing moved with an unearthly quickness as he dodged the attacks. Gregg got up slowly. He did not get all the way up. He knelt before the Father of Nothing. With his knives behind his back. The Father of Nothing approached him. “Now this! This boys is what war is about! Here, we have an example of what it truly means to have control. It feels good doesn’t it my boy?” he patted Gregg’s head like a pet. Gregg did not move. The Father of Nothing continued, “For your courage, for your valor… For fucks sake, for your reputation Gregorio, or should I call you, Dr. S? Either way… I grant you free range in my world. My Hell. What say you boy?” Father of Nothing took a step past Gregg who sliced his butchers blades through the Achilles tendon of his nemesis. Father of Nothing fell to the floor shrieking in pain. His monocle shattered in front of Gregg. The cross that was once a telltale symbol of goodness also fell to the floor. Gregg stood up. He adjusted his pant legs and looked down at The Father of Nothing. “You know me. You owe me. I am Gregg, grandson of Gregorio. I carry the name, I carry the pain, and I am not dying today. I am Dr. S! Sid the Squid cuz! Y’all know who the fuck we are! I got like an hour to get some fuckin Chico’s homie. I’m gonna make this simple. It’s time we got things in order. Darius! Shiloh! He’s all yours.” Gregg pocketed his blades behind his back inside his pants and walked alone toward the cryptic piano melody. He needed to face her and face her before it was too late. Behind him, he heard Darius and Shiloh landing fists of fury upon the flesh of The Father of Nothing. Ahead of him was a swirling hallway of darkness. He could hear the chaos of the fall of mankind. The plague of Zombies had now been unleashed. Vampires fed and picked off innocents as the clouds in the sky flew by with their silver linings. The piano melody in the distance grew louder as he neared the doorway that led back into the main dance hall at The Pink Lady. A chill like a Wisconsin winter passed through the hallway. The cold froze Gregg from taking another step. He could see his breath in the dark. He could hear his heartbeat growing rapidly and he felt his fists clench as his stomach churned. His body temperature rose with the adrenaline and anxiety of this new war upon goodwill. When he came to the door, he pushed against it. The door however, would not budge. Behind it, he heard terror. He heard gunshots. Behind the door, he heard the world he knew coming apart from the seams. He turned to his right and continued down the spiral hallway with swift, sure feet. Just a few feet away, Gregg saw a door cracked open. He walked to it. He peeped in. The room was lit by candles that hung from Gothic iron holders that were mounted to the walls. There was a bed that had silk sheets on it. There was a vanity mirror with bottles of cologne and perfumes sitting in triangular formations. The room smelled like cinnamon apple crisps. The smell of the room was soothing but the energy kept Gregg from feeling like he was alone. Gregg looked into the mirror. He saw his reflection. The man looking back on him looked tired. His eyes were sunken in from so many years of sleepless nights. His teeth were crooked his hair was no longer salt and peppered but silver like the lining of the clouds that passed over The Pink Lady. Church bells rang loudly. Gregg felt a hand caress his face. He did not have to turn around to see who it was. He knew. He turned quickly as she placed her hand around his throat. She squeezed gently. He tilted his head back and let her choke him, but just enough to leave finger marks before he pulled back away from her grip. The tips of her black painted nails scratched his skin ever so sharply and gently at the same time. “It has been too long.” said The Woman. “I heard you been saying my name.” Gregg replied. The two engaged in eye contact. Both of them felt exasperated by the moment. Both fell into a certain mood with the scent of the other being near. The last time they had met seemed like a lifetime ago when they sat at the piano down in the lounge of The Pink Lady. Gregg placed his hand at the small of her back and pulled her from behind her shoulders with his other hand. The Woman’s face nestled into his chest. She smelled his scent and let out a trickle of tears that she fought back. Gregg often had that effect on women whom he shared his affection with. Ever since birth, his relationships with love seemed to be only short but intense romances with a surefire twist at the end. Usually the end meant lying, cheating and heartache. “Did you think of me at all?” she asked as she fiddled with her straight but silky black hair. “Every single moment of every single day.” he replied. He looked at her with no trust but with confidence of a proud prince. “So are you ready then?” “As far as what?” Gregg asked. “Are you ready for eternity? Forever… Us two? Being one…” said The Woman using soft whispers spoken into his beating heart. Gregg pulled away and looked at her in the eyes. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She was delicate, yet strong. She was skilled yet scared. He pulled his hands to her shoulders and shrugged his own. “Yes. No… It only matters if you make it matter. You know that. One sided love is just Hell.” he said with a sarcasm in his voice. The Woman bit her bottom lip and moaned out an expression of pleasure. Maybe it was just a passing thought. Maybe it was a memory of a love once had, no one but she would know. What was known though, was the two were isolated and both seemed equally entranced by the others presence. Gregg looked at her body. He glided his fingers up her thighs and gave a small push of his palm into her abdomen. He moved both his hands over her hips and gently bit into her neck. “Why haven’t you killed me yet?” he asked softly before he kissed the lobe of her ear. “Because our last moment living is just as special as our first one. With all respect intended, I intend to give you at the very least, an honorable ending.” she replied. “So how will you do it then?” he asked. “Well she said.’ she perked up and smiled as she looked into his eyes with a starry gaze, ‘I think I’ll do it like… Like the way you wanted it done the very first time we met, so long ago.” Gregg raised an eyebrow with confusion. His heart skipped and the roar of the war escalating outside the walls of the room grew louder and more frantic by the second. His eyes shifted at the sounds that were being produced by the breakout of the war. “First,’ she said, ‘ I’ll tell you that I love you.” She kissed his neck. “Second, I’ll make sure you feel comforted… relaxed…” She held his hand and rubbed his arms with passion. “Third, I’ll…” Gregg pulled his hand back with an open palm and slapped the shit out of her. The Woman fell back holding her hand to the side of her face. Her skin showed a bruise immediately of three fingers. “Coward!” she yelled. “This is not how forever begins. “ “Third, what then?” Gregg asked with frustration in his voice. “Third, what?” The Woman, still holding her face, smiled. She stepped in close to him once again and kissed her index finger. She put that same finger to his lips and whispered, “Third, I’ll take you to forever with just a kiss.” Gregg looked at her sternly. Her words had eased his tension. He thought of his life. He thought of the souls he so quickly cut down. He thought about how it felt to feel the fall for someone’s eyes. He thought of how it felt to kiss with passion. He thought of the way his heart dropped out from his chest at every lie, at every heartbreak, at every let down that love would afford. He took one deep breath and nodded yes. “Then make it worth forever.” he said. The Woman turned her back to him. She walked to the vanity mirror and took a sip from a bottle of what Gregg had thought to be perfume. Her nose began to bleed. Her eyes bled out tears as well. She turned to him. He took three steps towards her and leaned into her delicate, yet gorgeous face with closed eyes. They kissed passionately and the poison she had drunk ran into his veins. She stepped away from him. His eyes and nose and lips began to bleed. She reached into her bra and pulled out the vile. She poured out a powder from the vile and one last time blew it into his face. “This will make the pain feel ok.” she said. Gregg’s chest clenched. His senses went berserk. He staggered down to his knees. He lost consciousness as he fell and hit his face flat against the floor in the hidden room of The Pink Lady. Blood streamed from his eyes, nose and lips into a puddle that wrapped warmly around his head. It felt like he was drowning in a shallow stream of blood, but when he looked up, he did not see his mother looking back sipping her water bottle full of vodka. He did not see anything but the black stiletto heels worn by The Woman. His life flashed briefly as his brain lost oxygen. The taste of his blood was sweet like wine. The blood in his throat gurgled as he tried to inhale. Thoughts of The 46 passed with smiles. Thoughts of his parents sent him into a panic. Thoughts of friends who passed far too young, brought him a sense of relief in the thought that maybe he would see them again in heaven. He heard a laugh in his mind as Dr. S escaped his soul. He heard Kathy laughing, soon he would meet her in heaven. He heard Darius talking, he would miss that man the most. He struggled to breathe, reached out and held onto The Woman’s foot as his heart took its very last beats. His soul lifted out of his body and he could not engage or interact with the scene he saw. He was now, just a flicker of light that had less power than that of a lit wick on any candle mounted to the walls. A fire burned underneath his dead body and his soul was sucked down into another realm. It was taken to a purgatory for souls whose destination of eternal life would be reviewed as to which room he would be destined. Gregg died that night. On his face, there was agony. On his face, there was defeat. On his face, there was a smirk, just like the one on his face so often when he was alive.

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Satan sat on his throne with Diane at his side as he rested his feet on Aldo’s back overlooking Hell’s landscape.From this large plateau he watched as demons danced with delight celebrating their eventual return to the surface. A large portal opened and The Father of Nothing walked through followed by his den of female vampires dressed in their hooded red cloaks. They knelt before the prince of darkness. Satan motioned them to their feet. The Father of Nothing stood and tipped his top hat. “Dark lord, it is complete, and to commemorate our victory a small token.” He handed Satan the old wooden ashtray. Satan looked at it confused at first . He examined it and was for the first time drawn to its power. How fitting that such a meaningful symbol of good is now the key to the reign of evil. Satan began to feel stronger, in control, even at peace. He was finally going home again. Finally to reunite with his fallen son. Satan was momentarily overcome with emotion. A single tear streamed down his callused face, turning to steam as it made its way down his cheek. The Father of Nothing bowed his head and took a step back “Oh yes, there is one more gift on this most joyous of occasions. Before we go top side and you take your rightful place as the one and only true ruler I would like you to have these.” He snapped his fingers and one of the cloaked women approached Satan with her head lowered. She held a large red cloth in her arms. The cloth was cinched at the top with a lovely gold ribbon. She got on her knees and removed the ribbon laying the cloth out on the ground in front of Satan. He looked down and noticed the heads of his remaining sons staring back up at him and became infuriated. Satan jumped out of his seat and rivers of blood throughout Hell began to boil. The fires of hell raged even brighter than usual. The wooden ashtray remained in Satan’s clenched fists. The Father of Nothing stood as still as a statue as he watched with delight. The flames reflecting in his dark black eyes. Diane began to growl then attacked the Father of Nothing only to be torn to shreds by the cloaked vampires. Aldo whimpered in the corner as Satan fell to his knees. The wooden ashtray began to grow white and Satan could not loosen his grip on it. Satan screamed as his body began to turn into a black volcanic stone. Satan fell to one knee struggling with all of his might to remove the wooden ashtray from his hand as it consumed his very soul. The Fatherof Nothing loomed over him “It’s like I told you before, you’re just too damn emotional. I think it’s about time I took a crack at this whole ruler of the universe thing. You know…come to think of it I didn’t even really have to kill those guys. But then I thought to myself..well it is pretty funny.” Finally there was no more struggle. The prince of darkness had been reduced to a pile of ash in the middle of the floor. The ashtray returned to it’s wooden form and fell helplessly to the charred floor. The Father of Nothing picked it up and put it in his pocket and walked over to Satan’s empty chair. He kicked Aldo in the stomach and the ghoul crumpled to the ground clutching his abdomen. The Father of Nothing yelled out over the horizon “The era of nothingness is upon us. Kneel before your new king, then rise as we take this battle to the surface.” Aldo still clutching his stomach asked “Why don’t you think of a better name. I got a better idea what if we called it dip set?” The Father of Nothing picked Aldo up by his neck and flung him into the sea of dancing demons, then stared out into his new kingdom.

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Darius and Shiloh rained punches on the injured man for what seemed like hours. Only there was no man, they had been violently punching the concrete floors of the spiraling highway. Darius looked down at his bloodied fists, then grabbed the back of Shiloh’s black t-shirt urging him to stand up. Shiloh continued his assault on the floor with tears in his eyes, Darius pulled him up and yelled “ We gotta get out of here! We are gonna go find Gregg and we have to get outta here!” Shiloh put his hand on Darius’s shoulder “Don’t you get it, it’s over he’s gone. She got him. He got us. It’s over” Darius became enraged “Naw fuck that! You don’t know that! He’s out there, we just gotta go find him!” He fell to his knees and began to sob “What the fuck just happened? Man…fuck this, it’s not supposed to be like this!” Darius began to hysterically laugh. Shiloh glanced down confused. Darius reached in his pocket and pulled out his bag of weed and a box of cigarillos with only one remaining. He spilled all of the green buds on the hard concrete floor. He wiped the tears from his face and began the process of rolling a blunt. “ You know what fam, it is supposed to be like this, and a wise man once said…smoke em if you got em.” Darius finished rolling the blunt and rose to his feet. He fired up the blunt and took a deep inhale blowing out a huge cloud of smoke.He passed it to Shiloh who did the same, then handed it back to Darius. Shiloh turned slightly and noticed a huge swirl of purple smoke and ash. The Father of Nothing appeared and began slowly walking towards the two men. Shiloh grabbed his blade and charged violently slicing at the man who calmly evaded his attacks. The Father of Nothing knocked the blade from Shiloh’s hand. Shiloh began to hurl a barrage of punches and kicks, though none of them landed. Shiloh paused momentarily, he was gassed. The Father of Nothing concentrated his powers on the fallen sword lifting it off the ground and into his hand. In the blink of an eye the Father of Nothing thrust the blade of Azrael through his heart. Shiloh crumpled to the ground and began to dissolve into ash. Darius stood with his blunt in his hand and took another huge puff. He began to clap “I gotta tip my cap to you Count Chocula. You win this round.” The Father of Nothing approached Darius and stood in front of him. Darius stood defiantly blowing a huge cloud of smoke in the man’s face. The Father of Nothing wiped the smoke from his face with his hand coughing slightly. He began to laugh and handed Darius the old wooden ashtray from their apartment, then dropped the blade of Azrael on the ground and vanished into a cloud of purple smoke. The doors of the Pink Lady flung open as the red light from the moon illuminated the cold concrete floor. Darius took another huge puff of his blunt as the zombie horde permeated the room. He looked down at the ashtray and put it in his pocket. Darius picked up the blade took one last rip and tossed the roach into the air.

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“Darius, I’m here. Darius? Fuck… he can’t hear me. We got to run man! Run to that light! C’mon! Fuck, there’s a Zombie behind you! Superkick! Ha! Fuck you Zombie. I’m feeling good, we have to reach that light! Yeah, D! I know there’s a lot of them. Superkick! Superkick! DARIUS! we have to get to that light… D! D! DARIUS!!!“

“Gregg is that you? Goddammit I thought I said no dying motherfucker. I always thought you would be the kind of ghost I can see. You know like Bill Murray’s homeboy in Scrooged!“

“Man, its it’s kinda like that, but I’m a Wu Tang Ghost, I don’t Boo, I Wu.“

“Makes sense. I can dig it. Well since you have ghost powers now, how about finding me a way to get the hell outta here? ”

“Superkick! Man. I’m trying! All ghost powers are though is like… Superkick!… unlimited superkicks. Superkick! Wooo! Remember when Shawn Michaels superkicked Ric Flair in that retirement match? I feel good! Can you see that light? Yeah right over there. Ok. I’m gonna suppress them. Run D! I got your back. We’ll get to the light and I think it’s safe. Fuck D, I’m almost to the light. Let’s go! Oh… what the fuck did I just step in? Ewww… Oh,shit, Jamie, is that you? You look like shit. She can’t hear me. Damn… I’m sorry that happened to you. You deserved better. D, I lost you! Where did you go? Darius? Oh this light… just going to pop in here…“

“Alright! I’m there what do I do now? Oh shit! G…”

The End

Part 2 coming soon.

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