Revelations Coming (The Dark Truth Novel Series)

by Glory Rabenaugh

  Revelations Coming

  A Dark Truth Novel

  Glory Rabenaugh

  Revelations Coming is published by CreateSpace.com, a DBA of On-Demand Publishing LLC, part of the Amazon group of companies.

  Copyright 2013 by Glory Rabenaugh

  ISBN-13: 978-1492294993

  ISBN-10: 1492294993

  Editorial arrangement, analysis, and professional commentary are subject to this copyright notice. No portion of this book may be copied, retransmitted, reposted, duplicated, or otherwise used without the express written approval of the author, except by reviewers who may quote brief excerpts in connection with a review.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Prologue

  33 A.D.

  Jerusalem

  Yeshua Ben Yosef, reverently called Lord or Master by his followers lounged on the straw mat surrounded by his twelve disciples and a feast on the table in front of him. Two of his closest and most trusted men sat to the right and left of him, Peter and Judas. Yeshua knew that in one form or another, both of these men would betray him in the end yet still he loved them as if they were of his own body and blood. Soon, they would be quite literally.

  His Almighty Father not many days before had appeared to him and prepared him for the days ahead. It was during this conversation that the Almighty Father bestowed upon Yeshua Ben Yosef the true gift of immortal life. A golden chalice appeared before him and he drank. The minute the blood touched his lips, his body convulsed with changes. He cried out in agony as he could feel every cell in his body splitting, multiplying, and transforming. Hours later, he still lay on the dirt floor but his breaths were slowing and evening out. He felt strong, alive, all-powerful…and thirsty. It didn’t take long for Yeshua Ben Yosef to realize there was only one thing that could quench this thirst.

  As Yeshua feasted at his Last Supper before he would meet his Creator, he prepared to give his disciples the gift of immortality as well. When the time came, he raised the chalice he had prepared before the meal and said, “Take this all of you and drink from it. It is the cup of my blood, the blood of the new and everlasting covenant.” And because he knew that he would still perish at the hands of the Romans, Yeshua said, “Do this in memory of me.”

  Upon drinking of his blood, his disciples all turned, changing into what the Almighty Father himself had deemed righteous. That night Yeshua had a vision and it was quickly written to preserve its importance.

  There is but one who has the power

  But one who can end the bloodshed

  The Battle draws near and she is born

  From the Light and the Darkness

  There is evil lurking, sweet Queen.

  Hasten before all is lost forever.

  Bear fruit to the victor and rest peaceably

  For life’s despairs outweigh its joys for you.

  The next day, Yeshua was seized and though accounts in the Bible portray him as dying on the cross, but when the Romans saw that it would not kill him, it was a spear that ended his existence.

  Mary, Yeshua's wife, conceived the night of the Last Supper and bore into the world the first born of the first Vampyre bloodline. By the same token, Judas Iscariot betrayer of the Son of Man, fathered a child with a street whore after he turned and before he met the stroke of a sword by the Roman soldiers when he guiltily tried to return the coins that were awarded to him for turning in his leader. It is unclear whether Yeshua knew it or not, but Judas Iscariot belonged to a long line of betrayers, born from the epitome of darkness itself for Judas was a descendant of Cain, the son of Satan and Eve. Judas and his offspring formed the thirteenth Vampyre bloodline, tainted by the blood of the Devil himself.

  Present Day

  Worldwide

  Five of the twelve bloodlines have been wiped out, systematically killed off by the bloodthirsty, killing-machines, the Descendants of Cain, who officially waged war against the other bloodlines almost a hundred years ago. The Mashiach, those born of the bloodline and the Talmidim, those who drank of the bloodline form the two classes of Vampyre. Present day rule dictates that at maturity, the Mashiach are given the choice of becoming full Vampyre. If one chooses eternal life, another adult Mashiach must bite the fledgling, releasing the necessary chemicals needed to complete the change. If the choice is made not to become full Vampyre, the fledgling will remain as they are and their life will be only slightly longer than an average human. One such fledgling Mashiach was born eighteen years earlier from two powerful Mashiach executed for their love by both of their tribes. Her mother from the line of Rex Deus, Jesus' bloodline and her father of the Descendants of Cain bloodline. Within her blood were the extremes of both good and evil. Which would win out in the end?

  1

  Venus gazed across the sapphire blue lake, her fingers skimming over a rock that was digging into her thigh as she sat on the rocky beach. Her fingers tightened painfully around it inhaling when the pain became a hint of pleasure. She tossed the rock into the lake and went back to brooding. Today was her 18th birthday and she was alone. She should have been dancing in circles celebrating her freedom from the foster home she had to endure for five entirely too long years. Though this new found freedom was definitely welcome, Venus still felt the emptiness of having no one.

  She had been bounced around from place to place as a child, learning far too early of the extremes of society. She lived in dingy, rat-infested trailers where her hosts cooked up meth in the bedroom closets. She lived in large, beautiful two-stories where the only thing beautiful on the inside was the overpriced furniture and gleaming hardwood floors. Venus learned quickly not to look forward to one situation or another because they all offered her an equal amount of torture. At five, Venus had cigarette butts put out on her arm repeatedly until they blistered up and created an infection so severe she had to be hospitalized. At seven, she was held down in a bathtub while she was covered with spiders by a “foster brother” who laughed while she screamed until she lost her voice and peed all over herself. And when she was thirteen, she ended up with the Campbell’s. Erin Campbell was a lazy, selfish bitch of a woman who tolerated Venus as little more than a maid to pick up after her. Richard Campbell in the beginning, Venus thought was a godsend. He was handsome and sweet and catered to whatever Venus wanted. At least for the first month.

  Venus, even at thirteen, was used to grown men fawning over her because of the way she looked. With her long, shiny chestnut hair that fell like silk to her waist, her oval-shaped face and enormous emerald green doe eyes women automatically saw her as competition and men...well men really just couldn't help themse
lves. Caught in the loop of a broken family services division, she bounced from home to home enduring bouts of physical and emotional trauma.

  When she was nine she lived with the McCray's, John McCray would come home drunk nearly every night and seek amusement in Venus' room. He would grab a belt he reserved strictly for beatings off the hook on the wall outside of Venus' bedroom, wake her up from a dead slumber, strip her down to her underwear and whip her with the belt. He wouldn't stop until either she was passed out from the pain or he passed out drunk. She refused to say anything or tell anyone because she knew they would put her in a group home and those were by far the worst of the worst.

  So when Venus met Richard Campbell, she was naïve enough to almost feel safe, to almost feel loved. That second month that Venus was at the Campbell home, things started to change. Richard's eyes followed her movements every second of every day. While Erin was home, he would scream at her for no reason and when she left, he would tell her he was sorry and treat her like a princess. Venus had the feeling that things were going downhill fast and once again all she could do was strap in for the ride.

  One evening, in Venus' third month there, she finished up her homework quickly. Though she had attended eleven different schools, Venus was incredibly bright and viewed learning as her only outlet from her sad piece of reality. Erin had actually gotten off her butt and gotten a part-time job as a waitress at a little tavern called Moe's. She had already left for the evening and after a tense, silent dinner with Richard, Venus ran up to the comfort of her room. Throwing on her headphones and settling down at her desk near the window, Venus let herself dream. She dreamed of going to college, falling in love, having a family. For once being truly happy. Venus dreamed of all the things just out of her reach. It turned out she wouldn't dream of these things again for another five years.

  She was so engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't hear Richard come into the room. She didn't hear him close and lock the door. It was only when he took her by the arm that she looked up and saw the animal in Richard. Though Venus was only in seventh grade, between the other girls in school and the mandatory sex-ed class, she had heard plenty about sex. All Venus could think about as Richard violated her and robbed her of her innocence was how badly she wanted to punch the girls at school who bragged about sex and how it was so amazing. She wanted to yank them by their hair and beat in their lying faces. Richard kissed her all over and murmured soft loving sentiments to her when he was finished. Venus' stomach tightened and rolled and she had to concentrate solely on not throwing up. She wished she could just melt away from the face of the earth. Instead she curled into a little ball and rocked herself to sleep. Venus was not one to cry. In fact, she hadn't cried that night or any of the nights Richard came for her.

  Yet, five years later as she sat lakeside, Venus felt an unfamiliar prickle tease the corner of her eye. All these memories and self-pity were wreaking havoc on her emotions. Venus sighed pushing up off the ground, dusted off her dirty bottom, and slung her backpack over her shoulder. With one last longing look at the lake and the towering mountains as the backdrop, Venus turned the other way and headed down the two lane highway. She had no money, no food, no place to go but to hell if she was going to spend one more day in that house.

  It was a beautiful Montanan summer day. In the mountains, the sun was bright and warm and filled her with a minute amount of peace. The cool mountain breeze whipped through her hair and Venus let out an audible curse as she had left her hairbrush and knew her hair would be all knots by nightfall. If she had a normal life, Venus would have loved to stay in these mountains forever. But she had to find a way to California, a place she hoped not only held a job for her, but a fresh new beginning.

  A shiny black SUV pulled over about fifty feet in front of her. A pang of fear rolled through her stomach. She hated hitchhiking with a passion. Too many nutcases in this world and Venus had too much firsthand knowledge about them. A man opened the driver's side door and stepped out. He wore an expensive-looking black suit that matched his pretty SUV and he definitely didn't look like he belonged in the rugged wilderness of Northwestern Montana. He pulled his dark shades down onto his nose and took a hard look at her. Venus froze, feeling like a deer in the cross-hairs of a hunter's scope.

  Prey. His prey.

  Her pulse ratcheted up a bit and the stranger actually smiled, his teeth gleaming in the waning sunset. She frantically looked around her and found nothing but dense forest. She needed to bolt but she couldn't bring herself to. Physically, she was unable. The man appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye and Venus gasped, taking in his face with wide eyes. Sure, he was gorgeous. Tall, toned body, probably a designer suit, dark wavy hair. It was his eyes that sent ripples of fear shooting through her system. They were narrowed on her as if he knew her and wanted...yes definitely wanted something from her. His eyes were flat black in color, no spark, no life. Just cold and demanding. He took one more step towards her and leaned down inhaling. He let out a soft breath, a sigh.

  “We've been looking for you for a long time,” the man said in a low voice that was heavily accented…Middle Eastern if she had to guess.

  “We?” Venus croaked.

  What did he want? He only responded by making a little purring noise in the back of his throat. Venus' body unfroze, her comatose state swamped by a need for self-preservation. She ran. She didn't run for the cover of the trees though. She had enough sense to know that she had no sense of direction. With these woods, she could get lost quickly and easily. She sprinted down the twisty two lane highway. A quick look over her shoulder told her the man had not left the spot she just vacated. Feeling a rumble beneath her feet, she skidded to a halt just as a semi rounded the blind corner. She threw her arms up and much to her relief, the trucker pulled over immediately. Venus looked back and let out the breath she had been holding when she saw the black SUV squeal back onto the highway.

  “You okay Miss?” a deep rugged voice asked hesitantly.

  Venus closed her eyes for a few seconds and nodded, plastering a smile on her face.

  “Where ya headed?” Reggie asked when he finally remembered how to speak.

  He was floored. Pulling up he had been prepared to offer a ride to a young woman, but certainly not a goddess.

  She studied him for a moment. He was a big burly guy, not fat but just built like a linebacker. He had curly hair that fell just past his chin with a snug fitting Dodgers cap on, and a flannel shirt. He was easily in his forties and was fearsome with his big build, but the expression around his eyes was nothing but gentle. Venus relaxed just slightly and smiled at the trucker.

  “West...preferably California but anywhere west will do.”

  Her voice was as silky as her hair. Reggie was a happily married man and considered himself a good Christian. But hearing that voice and seeing the goddess it belonged to, made his stomach clench up with desire. He had to take a few deep breaths to right himself, which almost didn't help because the first deep breath he took in was of her, a mixture of honeysuckle and roses. She was still smiling politely, her eyes filled with a weariness he couldn't even fathom. He cleared his throat.

  “My last stop is in Reno, Nevada.”

  Venus' eyes lit up. God, she would love to see Lake Tahoe. Though the mountains were tiny compared to hers, the lake would surely be able to bring her comfort again.

  “That's great, if you don't mind if I tag along,” she said, her voice was quiet but held an amazingly haunting and arresting quality to it.

  He felt himself smile and held his hand out to help her into the cab.

  “I'm Reggie by the way,” the tough-looking trucker said as he climbed into his side of the cab.

  “I'm Venus. Thanks Reggie.”

  As he shifted the big rig into gear, he took a long look at her.

  “How old are you Venus?” he asked trying to concentrate on the curvy highway.

  “Eighteen,” she said, her voice taking on a whisper-like quality.


  Reggie narrowed his eyes on her. So young, he thought. “What are you running away from?” he asked suddenly looking a lot wiser.

  Venus was silent for a few seconds and Reggie thought he touched a sore nerve.

  “Everything I guess,” she said quietly after a few minutes.

  Reggie huffed a little. “Ah, to be young again,” he said with a wistful smile. “You have the world in the palm of your hand.”

  Venus almost snorted but realized it would open her up for too many personal questions. She just nodded absently. Venus was mostly quiet on the ride. Reggie talked of his family. He had a loving wife, two great kids, and a black lab that Venus thought he missed the most.

  They stopped almost nine hours later in Twin Falls, Idaho to fuel up and eat. Venus leapt from the truck before Reggie could say anything. She headed straight for the bathroom so Reggie focused on fueling up. When she came back out, it was obvious she had freshened up. She had pulled her long silken hair into a ponytail and Reggie shook his head at how big her beautiful eyes really were. She had to be an angel dressed in frumpy clothes with a dirty ripped backpack on her shoulder. As it was, she was earning a lot of lusty stares from the locals who were hanging out at the truck stop. Reggie automatically felt defensive for her. The goodness in him had already crushed the sexual desire he felt for her. He couldn't and wouldn't fight the urge to protect her, as if she were a national treasure. His alarm grew as Venus sat down on a concrete block instead of heading back towards Reggie's truck. Reggie saw another trucker approach her and the look on her face was fearful and hesitant. Reggie felt himself rush over the fifty feet that separated them.

  “Hey, there you are.” Reggie said slinging an arm around her shoulder with ease as if she were his girlfriend.

  Her eyes were full of gratitude and appreciation and she leaned in to him just enough to play along. The other trucker muttered a curse and went back to his truck.