Crimson Vampire Night

by Zac Zara

  The boys opened the doors where they entered this larger chamber inside. There found themselves in this old theather like auidtortian with rows and rows of seats leading to a large stage in front of them. The place didn't have dust on the seats. People had sat there lately.

  "What is with the damn cultist and large places and stages. Do they really need all this place for a movie night?" Weldon said. "I guess we can ask them when they show up!" Deacon said approaching the stage. They looked up around the ceiling. There was large holes with light pouring in.

  "Do you think we're underground?" "No! I think we're in the park still but with the park built on top! They were under people's noses the entire time. They could have places like this all over the city of St. Charles, maybe in other places too.

  "Good luck finding them!" Weldon said. "You two found it without trouble." The two looked around trying to find where the voice came from. The sound echoed in the chamber and in their minds. Deacon found he sound of the voice familiar.

  "How do we continue to get such uninvited guest! Especially a vampire and a werewolf nonetheless. What a surprise this is."

  "Come out you damn coward! Face us so I can just rip your throat out and get this over with." Weldon said. The two heard this echoing sound of footsteps coming towards them. One after another with each step getting closer and closer. They turned to the stage where the steps were originally from. From the darkness, this familiar and horrible giure came into view. The white suit almost glowed along with the eyes of that disturbing man. His shaggy blonde hair waved in a nonexistent wind as Ellis Wellington stood before them with insidious smile on his stone face. The moment he came into view, the two boys tensed up and grew faces of rage. Deacon knew he was no good.

  "YOU!" They both said.

  "Welcome sons of the Nightworth and Crimson clans. How nice of you two to join us1" "I should have known given ick bastard like you like to visit their own work like the cemetery grave robbings!" Weldon said.

  "You say such horrible things about me and my followers! You call us cultist but not by our real name!" Ellis said. "What is your cults' name then?" Deacon said. "We are the Order of the Void. I am their guide you can say!"

  "I dont' give a damn who you are to be honest!" Deacon aid. "Such children! Do you know that his was a theater built in the late 1890s. It was just left here, forgotten and abandoned as they built a park over it." Ellis said. "Why do you two continued to interfere in our affairs so much. So irratedinong."

  "That's what happens when you keep getting in our business! Hunting guys like you is great exercise!" Weldon said. "Do you think we can take him?"

  "Don't go yet! I'm pretty sure he only looks like a man!" Deacon said.

  "What the hell do you want?" Deacon demanded. "Real estate and development! That's what I don and I'm very good at it. I have a special guest coming and I have much to prepare. I just need to pull up the weeds and garbage in my way. Weeds known as the Nightworth and Crimson Hounds." Ellis said.

  "Not even in a cold day in hell will that happen!" Deacon said.

  "You're way out of your league!" Weldon said. "Is that so? Is that what you plan to do to me? Kill me? Think you can? I'm sure your fathers think the same thing! Get ready fo a lovely surprise!" Ellis said.

  "What the hell are you talking about Wellington?" Deacon said. "Do you like magic tricks! Well think of it like that and this s the best one, the trick on both of your clans!" Wellington told them. "But there is more to it! You see my new guest needs something to come here. Some people need a passport. Mine need a fitting sacrifice. Just like the old days, back in the old days of england when we used our children. But now days I came up with a more useful method. You're clans our going to provide it for me! In fact, they're doing it right now!"

  "you're no no place to make threat at us! You don't have any cards to play!" Deacon said. "But I do! One of them is playing right now in St. Charles! Your clans have walked right into it! What done is already done!" Now it just falls into motion." Wellington told them. “Oh how my dear sweet lady is singing her soul away while taking everyone else's.”

  "What do you mean? What did you do?" Deacon demanded for him. "Your questions are very interesting and they require and deserve answers but I afraid that you two will be too dead to even hear it!" Then the whole place started to shake.

  "Sorry boys but I must call our time here short!" Then something fell from the ceiling. It falls right next to Wellington. It was this giant doll monsters with multiple doll arms coming out from it's back and sides. It's face was split open with several over doll heads coming out. The monster had a double bladed chainsaw in it's right hand.

  "I call it the Puppet Reaver. I built him myself. Why don't you both give him a try!" The Puppet Reaver giggled in a horrible grown man's voice. Both boys got into fighting stances.

  "Your families will be joining you in hell shortly!" Then Wellington stepped back into the darkness and vanished in a blink of an eye. What was left was the hulking monster before.

  "More monsters!" Weldon said.

  "This one first then Wellington! Just another one for the firee!" Deacon said. THe monster went racing at them at full speed. The two leaped out fo the way but the monster instead crashed through thought the wall and outside. It left a large hole.

  "Damn it! I hate to chase after them." Deacon said. "Let' go!" Deacon and Weldon went running after the monster. they end up back inside the park. It was still empty. They hoped that the people all got out in time.

  "Good! No people! No victims!" Deacon said. Then a large restroom building was thrown across the sky and landed next to them.

  "Just us to play with!" Weldon said. Then the monster burst out from behind a large fence. This time it had two large chainsaws in both hands. The doll monster was giggling with a demented man's voice. It grinded it's chainsaws together violently then went stumbling after the two. It swung the weapons around at them, tearing up the buildings around it. But deacon was quick enough to move around it's blades. The vampire warrior leaped off a building then kicked it in the face, causing it to stumble into the pond by the log ride. The monster burst out of the water and came tumbling out. But the werewolf used the moment to attack it unexpectedly. Wedon's claws ripped into tis' sides while piercing it's legs. The mosner didn't show any sign of pain. It wasn't even stunned by the attack in the slightest. It just spun around and waved it's chainsaw weapons at him. The werewolf ducked under both chainsaws and tackled it into a shop.

  RIght as it burst out of the rumble, Deacon came leaping down and sliced off it's left arm with his claymore sword. But then the monster did something unexpected. It threw away the chainsaw weapon from it's right hand and pulled something from it's back. It was a giant pair of pliers with blades bigger than both boys. It snapped the pliers at the two, snapping trees and light poles like they were sticks. Then Deacon blocked the pliers with his claymore as it came at him. He was holding it back with all his strength. It was even forcing him backwards. But then Weldon caem and grabbed the two blades with bis claws. Both looked at each other and with a burst of both their strength, they pushed against the weapon. the players exploded into pieces.

  Weldon punched the monster in the face while Deacon smashed it's knee cap with one swing of his claymore. Then Weldon uppercut his right claw against three of its faces, shattering them like a vase. Deacon leaped on it's chest and impaled it through the heart. The giant monster came crashing down like a rock. Then the werewolf ripped open it's chest and revealed it's beating wooden heart. Deacon stabbed it through, killing the monster. The doll fell to pieces with it's arms and legs rolling on the pathway. The two did a high five as congratulations.

  "That five year can find a new toy to play with!" Weldon said. "Yeah! What Wellington said. Right now something must be happening with the two search parties in St. Charles. We need to get to them quick!" Deacon said. Weldon returned to his human form then got his clothes from earlier and put them on.

  "Let's take my bike
!" Weldon said. The two ran like hell back to the motorcycle. Deacon got one while Weldon rubbed the gas.

  "Hold on!" Weldon called out as he speed off. The two were on a mission. Something bad was happening and they had to warn their clans and stop it Weldon speed past several cars and trucks. They both felt something was coming their way.

  "Oh god Weldon! What do you think is going on there? The way he said what he had planned sounded like he knew what he was doing!" Deacon said.

  "Don't worry! We're going to stop it! Together! We haven't been doing great so far. you ask me, that asshole is on the run from us. But we need to get there first! You trust me Deac!"

  "I do! You trust me?"

  "Damn right I do!" They rode like hell to St. Charles and into the hell that has spawned there. It was now sunset and the sun was falling behind the clouds. The night was taking over St. Charles once more. The Streets lights all started to come on one after another with the neon signs of the Ameristar Casino and other hotels. There was a foul stillness to the atmosphere of the city. It was very quiet for a Saturday night. The streets were abandoned with jst the wind blowing. But that doesn't mean there wasn’t anything happening. On top of the Ameristar Hotel Tower, Uthyxeth was staring down at the city. He and 200 Obsidian knights were there armed to the teeth with heavy weapons, guns, and plenty of bullets. With them was Desmond who walked up next to Uthyxeth with a concern look.

  “Can you feel it?” Uthyxeth asked Desmond.

  “I feel something! But what is it?”

  “It’s the dread before hell! Hell is waiting for us down there! Remember you training!” Uthyxeth said.

  “I always have sir! But i’m not afraid of some damn freaks in clock and hoods!” Desmond said. “It’s not the cultists you should worry about but who they serve! Don’t underestimate them either. What made them human is gone! They are consumed by by the rot in their souls and bodies.” Uthyxeth told him. He turned to the other knights.

  “Let’s start with the old streets first and then go along the river. Search every building and alley till they are all ripped out and destroyed.” Uthyxeth told them. Uthyxeth leaped off the building and went flying through the air to the ground. The other warriors along with Desmond followed behind. They landed without breaking a single bone and scattered all over searching for their prey.

  On the other side of town, Larry and his Crimson Houses were all transformed and turned into hulking monsters werewolves. They were out in the countryside on the edge of town looking in. Some wolves had scars over their eyes and around their bodies while others were slightly bigger than the others. They had all different kinds of fur, black, white, greay, tans, and red.

  “Those damn culist! Their not even human anymore you know! They lost what makes them men! They kill babies, chirldren for tentacles abrdest. If they want to serve those bastards, then they can die with them!” The wolves howled in agreement with him.

  “LET’S HUNT HOUNDS!” Larry yelled to them. They all yelled and went leaping over buildings and thought alleys with lighting speed. They were out on the hunt and they won't blood. Both sides weren’t leaving to they got their prizes. But they had no idea they were being watch and being played. They were now pawns to forces beyond them. Ther on the water tower of St. Charles, that figure was watching both the Nightworth Legion and the Crimson Hounds with malous eyes and an insidious plan. “Ishmael! Shane! You fools! You’re so easy! I threw you two some ait and you came running like hungry animals to my trap! Now, you’re rot in my castle!” Then a second figure cloaked in a black robe came out next to the other.

  “Fear, fear breeds death, death fbreeds Rage, rage breeds vengeous, venous breeds war!” The figure said.

  “Such lovely creatures out tonight! So pretty, so deloisu!” the second figure said, “You know what to do!” The second figure stepped forward and threw off the cloak. From the clock was this long curly blonde beautiful woman in a long silk dress. She had glowing blue eyes and a smile strength from hell.

  “Come to me my children!”

  “My dear Mary! Oh how you awalsby been by my side. How I treasure and adore you in every way shape and form. You brighten my path and my soul. You are a beacon to us and your father. Thank you for your loveliest and your light! I now release you onto them. Make them feel suffering. Have them bow to you as they should." Wellington said.

  Both raiding parties were on the hunt for cultist and their horrible creations. Both sides were persistent and they both knew what these abominations looked like even in a dark room they knew. The werewolves leapd back and forth on the rooftops, trying to stay out of sight of the human population while the Obsidian Knights sneaked around the dark places and shadows while still on the offensive. Both were trying their best to find them, if only they knew something had found them.

  There were a group of werewolves that split up form the main pack and went off into the apartments section of the city. Luther was with them. the beast were looking into windows and the abandoned parts of the suburbs. They found nothing.

  "Why do I get the feeling we're being played here!" Luther said fully transformed. "No kidding! Like cultist are really a match for us. Just a bunch of guys and woman with bad fashion." One of the other wolves said.

  Then the group of them started to hear something. It was faint at first but it grew louder and louder, but soothing and sweet to their eras. It was like a whistling tune that slowly grew into a woman's' tune singing with an unnatural kindness to her voice. It grew into a hum then it to this welcoming hum.

  "What the hell is that?" One of the wolves said. "It sounds like a woman!" Luther said. They weren't' the only ones that herd it. Soon the Night worth Obsidian knights began to hear the sweet voice. Uthyxeth stopped in his tracks and listened. But he wasn't enjoying the sound. He had a stunned look on his face. It was like someone who saw a ghost.

  "Something wrong Uthyxeth! it's just a tune. The tune carried on the wind and went through the streets and the alleys as if it was searching for others to hear it's lovely sound. It was the otherworld sounds of Enya and the wonderful medley of Mary Elizabeth Mcglynn. Then the other werewolves heard the sound. They were caught off guard by the sound.

  "What On earth is that sound I'm hearing? Some kind of damn witch craft!" Larry said.

  "I don't like this!" One of the wolves said. "Me either but I can't say I don't like the sound." Larry said. He looked like he was waving back and forth in a trance. Both parties started to hear the haunting theme more clearly. soon it came to the point to where they could hear words.

  "Here's lies, all your fears. but all I see is you drowned all your tears. But now I have com to relieve you so that all the hope i have, you will believe. This night, I love you, but you have never knew what true love truly means but this night will be your turn. " They all were memzeiblred by the haunting tune. Uthyxeth turned to Desmond with great concern.

  "Hold your ears. Don't listen to the sound!" Uthyxeth told him and his warriors. Desmond done so with the others following him. But that was only a few ones while the others were out in the city, falling under the sweet singing that grew louder and more hauntingly beautiful.

  The the werewolves were being surrounded in this thick layer of mist with a blue tint to the hue. They kept on guard with Larry struggling with the soothing sound.

  "You aren't going to get me you witch!" Meanwhile Luther was hearing the sound and liking it.

  "I wonder if she is a pretty thing! What do you think she looks lik?" Luther said. Then the mist reached them. It was all around them with some dark purpose. But that was not what caught their eyes. in front of the wolves was this dark street right next to the hotel they were right next to. The mist was coming from that direction. The Crimson Hounds stared down the street, waiting for what was coming. But then this pale figure slowly appeared from the mist. It was like a ghost from the blue void turning into a young beautiful woman walking down the street with a silk white dress that flowed in the msit. Her glowing blonde hair w
aved all over the place as her eyes glowed this bright unnatural blue that pierces the mist and night sky. The group of wolves including Luther was taken by the haunting woman before them. They all turned into drooling horny wolves. Then the woman start to sing once more.

  "You're the light of my moon tonight, You're the last thing I see before I died! so i'm the one you came here to kill, oh well, You're the light of my moon tonight!" The eyes of the werewolves started to turn this bright blue like here is. She walked around them humming that same tune. They looked at her with that of a lover. She rubbed their monstrous faces as she lookee them in the eyes.

  While she done so, there was this young couple that was walking out of the hotel that saw the woman with the wolves. She saw them and looked the man in the eyes. Her tune entered his mind and he started to walk after here. Then the woman lifted her hand to the couple, pointing the wolves to them. They all started to roared then they rushed after them. The man was still enthralled by the woman.

  But the human girl with him was screaming at the sight of the werewolves coming at them, with vicious jaws and razor claws. They attacked the couple, ripping them to pieces. Their screams started to fill the air with the woman smiling at the horrible sight. Then the other Crimson Hounds start to roared and go into a freezy. The Nightworth Obsidian knights drew their swords. They heard the sounds of people screaming in terror. Meanwhile Ishmael and Shane were listening in on what was happening in the town. Ishmael was with several other vampires listening to comms and radios around the city. Shane was watching from far away with his wife Vesper.

  "What the hell is going on there?" Ishmael said. "HOUNDS! TALK TO BE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Shane yelled. Meanwhile, Uthyxeth and desmond were moving through the streets trying to figure out the situation.