The Legend Of The Christian Zombie Vampires

Chapter 14

Mirrors

Gregg’s body fell to the floor violently. As he fell from the grasp of The Father of Nothing, he banged his head on the cold rock floor. He laid there with a single tear running down his cheek.

Darius yelled for Gregg to get up. Gregg blinked three times but he could not move his arms or legs. Three of the women who were part of Nothing’s brood held Darius as he tried to run to help Gregg up. Darius ran against the restraint with all his might, but fact of the matter was, he was outnumbered and alone.

Gregg was conscious and aware but temporarily paralyzed. He wanted to save Darius but soon realized that Darius was safe. He only knew this when he heard the click of heels approaching. The indistinguishable sound of heels walking in with confidence was always a sound that made people stop and notice.

The Woman continued her path towards Gregg. In her left hand she held a cross. In her right hand she balanced her swing as her hips shook. She knelt down with her face in his. They were nose to nose and he knew her as much as she believed she knew him.

From her black lace belt, she grabbed an apothecary bag. She drew the twine strings apart and from it, pulled out a small tube that looked to be glass. She did it right in front of his eyes so that there were no questions to be asked in the near future. She twisted open a small cap and poured out a white powder it the palm of her hand.

“Oh… What a thrill, when it’s time to get ill… wouldn’t you say Gregorio?”

Gregg took a breath of composure. With strength and confidence he replied, “I know you think I’m him, but I am not.”

The Woman placed her palm up and opened her fingers wide. She inhaled like a big bad wolf, then blew the white powder up Gregg’s nose and into his eyes.

His heart beat quite quickly now as he fell back and bumped his skull again. He was rendered unconscious. He felt what seemed to be one thousand hands grabbing all over his stiff body. The hands left no skin untouched. The hands picked him up. He felt as if he was floating in a dream. The hands had voices too. The voices giggled. They said things that struck him as familiar, but did not recognize any of the individuals who spoke.

“I wanna prove it to you.”

“I’ll make you my King and I will be your Queen.”

“What did you do to me?”

“You know what the 1st thing I noticed about you was? Hehe… Your hair.”

“How old are you? Oh my God, yeah?! Guess how old I am.”

The footsteps in the hallway seemed to be in rhythm like a cadence that a military might use to march on. The voices all seemed familiar. Gregg was in a haze, he could see everything but his vision was clouded. The Woman who walked behind the voices with hands caught up to Gregg and blew more white substance at him. Gregg fell limp and nodded into a dream state.

*****

The Father of Nothing watched as The Woman whisked Gregg away. He turned his attention to his three henchwomen holding a violently struggling, and yelling Darius.

“I promise you if anything happens to him it’s gonna be a real bad deal for you, tell your hoes to let me go before shit gets real!”

The Father of Nothing looked admiringly at Darius

“Your bravado amuses me, I see a lot of myself in you. Sit down.”

Darius glared at the man as the women released him, taking a seat near the head of the large rectangular table. The Father of Nothing walked toward the head of the table and sat down. One of his brood approached the table with a golden wine decanter and two glasses. She carefully placed the items on the table and poured red wine into the glass in front of The Father of Nothing. He put the glass to his nose and took a sniff then gingerly sipped. She then filled the glass in front of Darius who looked at it with disdain then snapped

“I don’t want any of your Sandusky wine, baby how about you run downstairs and grab me a couple of Budweisers.”

She looked at the man, he nodded, then she exited the room briefly and returned with two tall cans of beer placing them in front of Darius. He picked up the beer and took a huge drink.

“Ah. Now that’s a man drink right there! The king of beers! You know who drinks Budweiser? Larry Bird! What the fuck are you doing? Why are you even back? I thought we had a deal bro? When Kathy hears about this shit she is gonna fuck you up! You mind if I roll this blunt up?”

The man nodded, “By all means be my guest. I must say I do find you rather amusing. Dear boy, that contract has long expired. I believe it’s time to usher in a new era, an era of nothing. I’m going to eradicate this pathetic world bringing hell on earth. I will sit on a throne of a thousand skulls as the ruler of the new world!”

Darius was finishing up his rolling session. He licked the edges of the emptied out cigar as he sealed in the mystical marijuana. He took out a lighter and heated the edges to harden the paper, then put the cigar in his mouth and sparked it. As he inhaled the sweet smoke he retorted

“I don’t know sounds kind of dumb if you ask me…it’s like your compensating for something. You know what I’m sayin?”

Darius laughed.

“You better not let your boss the big red machine hear you talking like that, he’ll kick ya ass”

He tried to pass the blunt but the The Father of Nothing politely declined. Darius continued

“ So look man tell me where she took Gregg, and I’ll let you get back to your weird homo-erotic sex games or whatever. We can’t fuck around with you guys tonight Chico’s closes in like an hour.”

The Father of Nothing took a long sip of his wine

“ I can not answer a question for which there is no answer.”

Darius took a long puff of his blunt

“I think I gotta stop smoking this shit. What the fuck did you just say? Look man I’m about to knock you the fuck out!”

Then he sprung out of his chair and began to throw a devastating right hand when The Father of Nothing raised a finger and froze him in his tracks. The man stood up and signaled to his women. They stood behind him as a portal of fire appeared in the background. He lifted his hand in the air causing Darius to levitate. The women walked through the portal as The Father of Nothing held Darius in his grasp.

“Well dear boy this has been a riveting chat as always but I must be going. I shall look forward to killing you on the field of battle tomorrow. Good evening sir.”

He flung Darius across the room against the old wooden door and disappeared through the portal of fire.

*****

Shiloh stood perched on the roof of a meat market watching the carnage unfold in front of the Pink Lady. The time had come for the Father of Nothing to meet his demise. Armed with his trusted blade of Azrael, Shiloh vaulted into the night landing in the street and began to walk towards the nightclub. The streets ran red with the spilled blood of unfortunate party goers on this fateful night. Small pockets of human and vampire survivors frantically tried to find spots of safety from the zombies that now walked the streets.

This was a new kind of zombie cursed with the Christian blood of Brandon, mixed with the innocence of Mitch, who both set off this train reaction by devouring vampires. A Christian Zombie Vampire if you will.

Shiloh stood in the streets as a wave of the undead hurled towards him, he readied his blade and then charged into the swarm slicing and dicing, for he would not let any creatures of the night keep him from his fate. Limbs and blood littered the sky as Shiloh made his way to the entrance of The Pink Lady. The door had been broken down and there was tons of commotion in the club as vampires tried to keep the horde of zombies under control. Shiloh exited the club and walked around the side of the building into a dark alley and kicked in the side door. The room smelled of the ashes from dead vampires. Chairs and tables were strewn all over the floor as if a great battle occurred there earlier. Shiloh carefully walked through the wreckage with his blade drawn. He wondered if he had been too late and if the war had already begun. Shiloh made his way to a stairway in the back of red-lit room. He charged up the stairs and erupted through the door to see Darius standing on the side of large rectangular table, he was dusting himself off. Shiloh looked around the room and noticed no one else so he sheathed his blade.

“Darius, black dizzle is that you homie?”

Darius turned around startled, jumped back slightly fists ready and answered

“Yeah it’s me, you’re not gonna try to bite me or any funny shit like that are you?”

Shiloh laughed

“Naw man it’s not even like that, and we can talk about all of that later. What are you doing up here?”

Darius composed himself

“ Man everything’s all fucked up. She has G, Brandon turned into a gremlin, or zombie , or some shit, he’s fucking eating vampires, Mitch came back to life. I gotta go get Gregg!”

He began to walk towards the door but Shiloh grabbed his arm as he walked by.

“D, slow down. What the fuck are you talking about?”

Darius looked down at his arm and then back at Shiloh who then released him. Darius shook his arm and adjusted his t-shirt sleeve.

“Look man the Father of Nothing is going after the whole damn thing! He wants to take over. He’s talking about sticking Satan, God, Heaven, Hell, everything. He wants to usher in an era of nothingness. I told him how stupid that was then he sucker punched me and disappeared. I don’t know where he went, but fuck all that I gotta go find Gregg! You’re either with me or against me what do you wanna do?”

Shiloh glanced around the room looking for anything to give him a clue to the whereabouts of the Father of Nothing. Darius walked out of the door and Shiloh followed him down the stairs.

*******

With a gasp for air, Gregg sat up, eyes wide and vision blurred. He could make out several shadowy figures that were curvy and of the female form. Every voice he heard mocking him was a voice he knew from the past. None dared use his ancient name Gregorio in conversation, unless looking directly at him.

He calmed himself, and oftentimes he prided himself on just that; he always had the ability to be calm during intense moments. As his groggy thoughts came to speed, he heard the heel clicks approaching him. He made out the figure of The Woman who opened a palm as she leaned into him and blew more white powder into his face.

Gregg breathed in heavily and held onto the substance in his lungs. He waited until he couldn’t take it any longer and then exhaled. The substance took itself through his blood and he began to feel it take him over. Though he was tied down by leather restraints, he felt free. Inside his head he heard a laugh that was familiar. He blinked a few times and the frames of his sight flashed like lightning bolts in his brain. Each blink captured a moment in time and he knew… He knew! He knew every woman in his presence. Each of them was someone who Gregorio had shared love with. Each of them were souls who promised Gregorio a love that could not be broken.

Each of the souls he saw were real women. Each was beautiful in their own way. Each was a soul tormented by the reality of the superstition of which is love’s own dilemma. They paraded in a childish dance around Gregg. Their dance was childish. It was also primal. Their dance was in unison but each moved on their own rhythm. Each bounced to their own beat.

The substance inside of Gregg was now controlling him from a place deep inside of his own human will. In his transcendent state, he moved out from his body and walked within the circle of the women who danced.

He looked down and saw himself laid out. He smirked and laughed. He looked into a mirror on the wall and saw the spirits dancing and he knew that without them, he did not exist. He had long since, realized that it was their broken hearts and his missed opportunities in love, that would let the guy laid out restrained and trippin on the powder, be a memory. That in its simplicity was in fact, the legend of Gregorio. It was carried out by Greg. It was carried on by Gregg and he was as advertised: Gregorio

He stood naked walking inside the circle of the dancing nymphs. As the circled, he met each one face to face and an honest look into their eyes. All the eyes he knew. He remembered and he felt. The sorrow of some of their innocence lost, made him heavy with sadness. The confirmation of the liberation of each of their souls made him smile warmly. Each woman knew his eyes by love and anger as well, though overall, he was not an angry person, it was the emotion that most often drew these souls his world.

He saw himself naked in the mirror. He saw them all naked as well. They danced in exotic melodies and looked at him. Behind the circle stood The Woman. She looked amused but there was no smirk or smile.

The drugs inside of Gregorio rendered his skin cold but his mind raced. He looked back at his body once again and disregarded the man laid out in leather restraints.

Like a cheetah, he walked in confident strides and precise pace with his head on a swivel at app times. He walked to the mirror and opened it like a door. Behind the mirror was a door. It was a brownish red with golden sparkling numbers that read 46.

He looked back at The Woman. He looked back at the women. He looked at his mortal vehicle which was breathing but laid out and in leather restraints.

He reached for the handle which was hot steep. His hand burned and blistered as he turned the knob and walked inside. His hand did not flinch. No. The drugs were too strong.

*****

Shiloh ran down the stairs. He noticed Darius rummaging behind the bar with a very intense look on his face. Darius placed a shotgun and a box of shells on the continued his search finding a chrome desert eagle pistol and a box of ammunition. With a look of concern Shiloh spoke

“Look I understand what you’re doing and I won’t try to stop you. But if you think you are going to go out there like Action Jackson.”

Darius angrily yelled

“I know what the fuck I’m doing! I’m gonna go find Gregg. I’m not worried about vampires or zombies, or even zombie-vampires!’

He picked up the shotgun and cocked it.

“ I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m surgical with this shit, and this ain’t my first rodeo amigo. Are you gonna help me or not?”

Darius picked up the pistol, tucked it in the back of his pants and walked around the bar. He took a look at Shiloh still seated at the bar with his head down. Darius began to walk towards the door. Shiloh turned around

“Hold on D, what about Brandon? I’m sure he’s out there. I saw what happened to him and I’m sorry.”

Darius halted and stared at the door. Holding back tears he yelled “Brandon’s dead! That thing in there isn’t him. I will not think twice about putting some hot shit in his zombie brain!” then continued wandering towards the door.

Shiloh stood up “ Darius let’s say you do kill all of those things and find Gregg. What then? You’re just going to find the Father of Nothing, kill him, end the war, go home and play video games?”

Darius turned around and looked at Shiloh

“Yeah! That pretty much sums it up.” walked towards the door and kicked it open. The dance floor was filled with vampires having their flesh eaten by zombies. Darius stepped out with his shotgun drawn with no real plan. He heard Kathy’s voice in his head “Mijo go to the piano you will find him there” He nodded and strolled in that direction. Three zombies barreled towards him and Darius shot the first one in the head blowing off a huge chunk but the creature kept coming. He cocked the shotgun and fired at the second zombie hitting it in the chest knocking it off its feet. A third shot hit the remaining zombie between the eyes dropping it to the ground.

The commotion garnered the attention of more zombies hungry to taste fresh flesh. Darius continued his assault killing two more undead ghouls with his trusty shotgun. Another wave scrambled at Darius. He took out a few more zombies with the shotgun until there were no more shells. He threw the rifle on the floor and pulled out his Desert Eagle and started firing. The zombies grew closer surrounding Darius when all of a sudden limbs started to fly into the air. Shiloh appeared and he was slicing zombies to pieces at an outstanding pace as Darius continued his aggression.

They fought side by side until they reached the door leading to the piano room. Darius noticed what used to be Brandon and Mitch chomping on some poor bastard who was there losing his virginity earlier. They both looked up in unison blood dripping from their chins. Shiloh and Darius stood facing them with piles of fallen zombies wasting away in the background. Darius reloaded his pistol slamming the clip , cocking the hammer and pointing it at Mitch. Shiloh stood with his sword ready.

The zombies scampered towards them. Darius froze and his hands began to shake. He couldn’t bring himself to harm his friends even if they were flesh-eating Christian Zombie Vampires. Shiloh charged as he met the two flesh eaters head on, disengaging as he spun cutting off Mitch’s head. Brandon then charged at Shiloh but Darius regained his composure and fired his weapon striking zombie Brandon in the chest and neck. As the flesh eater lunged toward Darius, Shiloh thrust his blade through its skull.

The zombie fell lifelessly to the floor. Shiloh removed the blade and wiped it on his pants. Darius ran and knelt over the body of his fallen friend. “Damn B! You didn’t deserve this, you just didn’t deserve this.”

Fighting back the tears Darius stood up and walked into the piano room. Shiloh followed behind him. The room was empty as they looked around. Darius heard a piano melody, as he noticed a small door in the corner he hadn’t observed before. As Darius moved closer to the door the music grew louder. It was a familiar yet unrecognizable tune that drew Darius in. He opened and walked through the door into a large swirling hallway. At the end of the hallway he noticed Gregg bound and laying on a concrete floor in the middle of a dimly lit room. Souls of women familiar by stories told by Gregg over the years, made it obvious in exactly who they were.

*****

Gregg’s out-of-body experience continued inside of a wall behind a door of fire, behind a mirror.

He stood inside a memory of The 46. Darius sat emotionless in front of the television. He held the remote and the TV was on, but there was no sound. Gregg looked into the kitchen. The stove was brand new and all four burners still worked like new. He opened the fridge. It was full with food. Nine types of juice and three kinds of milk made him feel accomplished.

He walked back to his room. He opened his closet and candles lit the area with a dim light. Gregg coughed. He sneezed. He reached back into the shadows of a closet and pulled out a mask. He stretched it with his fingers and fit it like his own skin over his head.

He put on his cloak. He turned around and walked back out to the living room.

Darius still sat there with no emotion. The apartment was cool. He could hear Kathy playing her guitar below the floorboards of the living room. He could smell the fresh tortillas she was making. He took in the smells and the way the cool felt on his skin.

“The war is beyond our reach Darius.”

Darius did not respond. His eyes were open and he was breathing but he was not listening.

“We have to fight them D!” yelled Gregg.

Darius did not respond. Gregg became frustrated.

“Oh shit! It’s Diane!” came an echo from downstairs.

Gregg knelt down. He was face to face with Darius. Darius mumbled…

“Housewarming party…”

Gregg stood up, remembering that he had left his body in the other room. He looked at the doorway. He saw his body. He heard a real voice. It was Darius! Real Darius though, not the fake motherfucker posing in the fake 46.

“I got to go now D. I’m sorry.” sorry whispered Gregg to his brother. Then he stood as Darius still did not respond. He stepped towards the door and heard a click from Darius. The remote fell from his hands and the vision came with a beat and a flame that made Gregg fly out of the door.

I need a Doctor

I’m about to lose my mind You’ve been gone for so long I’m running out of time I need a doctor Call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life I told the world one day I would pay it back Say it on tape, and lay it, record it So that one day I could play it back But I don’t even know if I believe it when I’m saying that Y’all starting to creep in, everyday it’s so gray and black Hope, I just need a ray of that Cause no one see’s my vision when I play it for ’em They just say its wack But they don’t know what dope is And I don’t know if I was awake or asleep When I wrote this, All I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest You picked me up, breath new life in me I owe my life to you But for the life of me I don’t see why you don’t see like I do But it just dawned on me you lost a son Demons fighting you, it’s dark Let me turn on the lights and brighten me it’ll enlighten you I don’t think you realize what you mean to me Not the slightest clue ‘Cause me and you were like a crew I was like your sidekick You gon’ either wanna fight me when I get off this fucking mic Or you gon’ hug me But I’m out of options there’s nothing else I can do ’cause I’m about to lose my mind You’ve been gone for so long I’m running out of time I need a doctor Call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life It hurts when I see you struggle You come to me with ideas You say there just pieces so I’m puzzled ‘Cause the shit I hear is crazy But your either getting lazy or you don’t believe in you no more Seems like your own opinions, not one you can form Can’t make a decision you keep questioning yourself Second guessing and it’s almost like your begging for my help Like I’m your leader Your supposed to fucking be my mentor I can endure no more, I demand you remember who you are It was you, who believed in me When everyone was telling you don’t sign me Everyone at the fucking label, lets tell the truth You risked your career for me I know it as well as you Nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy Dre, I’m crying in this booth You saved my life, now maybe its my turn to save yours But I can never repay you, what you did for me is way more But I ain’t giving up faith and you ain’t giving up on me Get up Dre, I’m dying, I need you, come back for fuck’s sake I’m about to lose my mind You’ve been gone for so long I’m running out of time I need a doctor Call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life Bring me back to life Bring me back to life (I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life) It literally feels like a lifetime ago But I still remember the shit like it was just yesterday though You walked in, yellow jump suit Whole room, cracked jokes Once you got inside the booth, told you, like smoke Went through friends, some of them I put on But they just left, they said they was riding to the death But where the fuck are they now Now that I need them, I don’t see none of them All I see is Slim Fuck all you fair-weather friends All I need is him Fucking backstabbers When the chips were down you just laughed at us Now you ’bout to feel the fucking wrath of aftermath, fagots You gon’ see us in our lab jackets and ask us where the fuck we been? You can kiss my indecisive ass crack maggots and the crackers ass Little crack a jack beat making wack ass backwards producers, I’m back bastards One more CD and then I’m packing up my bags and as I’m leaving I’ll guarantee they scream Dre don’t leave us like that man ’cause I’m about to lose my mind You’ve been gone for so long I’m running out of time I need a doctor Call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life

Gregg reentered the room where his body laid in a drug induced state. From behind his mask, came a laugh of evil from deep inside.

The nymphs stopped dancing. They scattered. Each shrieked but none recognized him as Gregorio. He reached inside the pocket of his cloak and removed two butchers knives.

With precision and anger, he chopped his way through the souls who began to run in any direction they could, in order to escape his blades and that laugh. Each nymph fell by the blade of Dr. S. The innocence of their blood stained the steel of his blades. Cuts that sounded like ‘Swelsh’ conjured screams of agony. Terror in their eyes brightened the sights of the maniac behind the mask.

With each rip of flesh came a satisfaction from Dr. S. With each fallen body came a burst of confidence and satisfaction from the murderous Villain that laid deep inside of the ego of the man laid out in leather restraints.

The weakened body of Gregg laid there in a dream state. His skin was cold and his mind and heart kept skipping beats the way Charlie “Yardbird” Parker would sometimes deliberately skip notes when he was so high, creating his own masterpieces. His heart mumbled a beat but Gregg was dying. Dr. S was taking control and the drugs ran strong enough that for a moment, it seemed as if nothing could stop his alter ego.

Darius stood with great concern on his face. Though he was behind a mask, Darius knew Gregg was smiling.

“Did someone call… a Doctor?”

(to be continued)

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