Renfield, Bill Gates and A Man Named Jed

May 10, 2021 at 10:29 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was hosting another one of his Monday night podcasts.

He was finishing his podcast by singing a pair of songs.

Grabbing his guitar he sang the theme song from the 1960s TV series The Beverly Hillbillies:

Well this is the story about a man named Jed
Poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed
Then one day he was shooting at some food
When up from the ground came a bubbling crude
-oil- that is – black gold – Texas tea
Well the first thing you know old Jed’s a millionaire
Kinfolk said, Jed, move away from here
California is the place you ought to be
So he packed up the truck and he moved to Beverly
-Hills- that is – Swimming pools – movie stars-
Y’all come back now, ya hear?

Renfield then announced that he was going to sing a song about Bill Gates to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies theme song:

Well this is the story about a man named Bill
Thought developing virus ridden software would give people quite the thrill
Then one day he kissed himself a toad
And up from the ground popped a new DNA code
-genetically modified- it is- hybrid key
Well the first thing you know old Bill’s a billionaire
Kinfolk said, Bill, move away from here,
Communist China is the place you ought to be
So he packed up his soul and he moved to Shangri-lee
-Communist- he is- mainstream media celebrity-
Y’all take the vaccine now, ya hear?

. . .

After the podcast, Renfield was having tea with his friend Amadeus Emanon and Set Enterprises’ eccentric scientist Dr. Marmalade Montague.

“So I hear Pope Francis sent a video message to the recent Selena Gomez hosted and Prince Harry and Meghan Markle approved concert last Saturday titled Vax Live: The Concert To Reunite The World,” Renfield noted, “that was shown live on YouTube and you can apparently still view the full concert there.”

“Francis spoke to that concert live and sent his greetings?” Amadeus was flabbergasted.

“Apparently,” Renfield nodded.

“I watched the first minute and a half of that concert,” said Amadeus, “When it started with bearded men wearing women’s evening dresses in the dressing room, I thought I was watching a future U.S. Democratic Party Convention and decided not to see the rest.”

“A wise decision undoubtedly,” Renfield agreed.

“The title of that concert Vax Live: The Concert To Reunite The World,” Dr. Marmalade Montague put a slice of lemon in his tea, “I take it the vax being referred to is the Covid Vax?”.

“Yes, the vax that is being promoted by the next mega rock band Bill Gates and The T-Rex ETs whose music is really out of this world,” Renfield commented.

“The second part of the title The Concert To Reunite The World,” Dr. Marmalade Montague sipped his tea, “Now there have been great and vast empires throughout history but when have all the peoples of the world been fully united as one?”.

“There was only one other time in history I was told by Father Aidan Bury Saint Edmunds yesterday,” Renfield answered, “And that was at the building of the Tower of Babel.”

“So the Pope and Prince Harry and Meghan Markle and all the celebrities who participated in that concert,” Marmalade Montague put down his tea cup, “They’re seeking to re-accomplish what was done at Babel.”

“That’s right,” Renfield nodded.

“But what happened at Babel didn’t really turn out so well in the end,” Amadeus commented.

“That’s very true,” Renfield had to agree.

. . .

Meanwhile in the People’s Republic of China, Renfield’s friend and ally Mei-ling Manchu was using her famous Dance of The Fans to ward off an attack from the Black Dragon (who was Xi Jinping’s supernatural spirit entity advisor).

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday May 10th 2021

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The Search

May 9, 2021 at 10:49 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Amadeus Emanon had brought his parish priest Rev. Father Aidan Bury Saint Edmunds to brunch with him after the church service.

Renfield greeted Father Bury Saint Edmunds, “How’s it going, Father?”.

“Fine, thank you, Mr. Renfield,” Father Bury Saint Edmunds answered the British MP.

“So how’s everything on the ecclesiastical front?” Renfield inquired.

“Well, early last week Pope Francis made a peculiar statement,” the priest replied, “He said salvation and redemption aren’t granted to people individually but only collectively as members of a group.”

“Sounds like Communism to me,” Renfield remarked.

“It does to me as well,” the priest agreed.

. . .

And at their brunch the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set and the vampire Lord Tweedsmuir were likewise discussing Communism with relation to Bill Gates and the CCP (Chinese Communist Party).

“So I hear after 27 years of marriage Bill Gates is finally divorcing his wife Melinda,” Lord Tweedsmuir sipped his whiskey, “Their divorce being announced on Twitter.”

“Yes, Bill Gates must have recently got the proper optical prescription for his glasses and after putting them on, he finally noticed that Melinda looks like a man in drag,” Set added soda to his own glass of whiskey, “so the marriage is now over.”

“So the courts will now decide who gets which half of the world between them?” Tweedsmuir helped himself to a sandwich.

“Undoubtedly,” Set nodded.

“You said to me over the phone earlier that the Set Enterprises Intelligence Unit has uncovered information about Bill Gates, Communism and the CCP?” Lord Tweedsmuir put down his glass of whiskey.

“Yes, Bill Gates has visited the People’s Republic of China more than a dozen times since his retirement from Microsoft in 2008,” Set pointed out.

“Maybe he has a Chinese mistress?” Lord Tweedsmuir suggested.

“It turns out he does,” Set answered, “a Miss Shelly Wang. Who served as his translator on his many visits to China. Interestingly Bill took Melinda along on his trips to Africa but not his trips to China. There are rumours that Shelly Wang gave birth to Bill Gates’ child. Another reason Bill and Melinda may have split up.”

“That would definitely do it all right,” Lord Tweedsmuir nodded.

“Anyways Gates has made several interesting statements during his visits to China,” Set went on, “One of them was “Only socialism can save the climate”. And by socialism, I don’t think he meant old time Scandinavian social democracy.”

“But rather Marxist-Leninist socialism of the CCP variety?” Tweedsmuir raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” Set nodded, “Then he added, “Capitalism cannot save the planet.” In that respect he sounds like an old time Marxist-Leninist.”

“Or Pope Francis,” Tweedsmuir commented.

“Exactly,” Set agreed, “He has also said “Paranoia about China is crazy”. Yes, no need to be paranoid about a country that spies on its own citizens. Gates is one capitalist billionaire who seems to be quite enamoured with the Chinese Communist system. In the same way that billionaire Armand Hammer the CEO of Occidental Petroleum used to be quite enamoured with the Soviet system of the old Soviet Union. Armand Hammer used to appear on American TV talk shows such as The Merv Griffin Show back in the 1970s and ’80s and tell audiences what a wonderful and kind chap Lenin was. Now Gates is doing the same thing in singing the praises of the People’s Republic of China.”

“A Communist billionaire,” Tweedsmuir shook his head, “I really didn’t think there could be such a thing.”

Set went on, “The Set Enterprises Intelligence Unit has also discovered that in China’s national textbooks studied by all Chinese students, Bill Gates is referred to as “a Western person who is a Communist driver with Communist spirit”. So you’ve got the CCP calling Bill Gates a good Communist.”

“I take it the mainstream media in North America is unaware of what’s written about Bill Gates in Chinese national textbooks,” Tweedsmuir put down his empty glass.

“The mainstream media in North America have a hard time reading and comprehending English language textbooks so one can only imagine the titanically colossal struggle they’d face in reading Chinese language textbooks,” Set noted, “For they are far far longer than a CONFUCIUS SAY message in a Chinese restaurant fortune cookie.”

. . .

The Greek goddess Athena was checking out the books in the living room of Dracul Van Helsing’s apartment.

“Is there any particular book you’re looking for?” Dracul Van Helsing asked as he brought in the home delivery order from Lydo’s Chinese Food.

“Claudius’ History of the Etruscans,” Athena answered.

“You must have heard about my visit this past Friday to an English country garden adjacent to an English country manor’s library and living room,” Van Helsing smiled.

“I did,” Athena nodded, “And those creatures Napoleon sketched whose sketches the French Emperor put in the last pages of that book.”

“What about them?” Van Helsing asked.

“Where do you think Bill Gates got his ideas on what to put in his next vaccine?” Athena asked.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday May 9th 2021.

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Andrea Angelicus: Another Time, Another Place

May 8, 2021 at 10:32 pm (Art, Culture, Film, History, Mystery, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )


Andrea Angelicus: Modeling for an artist

Andrea Angelicus in another time, another place
Not the Coviet Union laden world of 2021
But Paris in the year 1948
She was in an artist’s studio
Modeling for an artist

“What will you call this piece, Klaus?”
Andrea asked.
“Klaus?” The artist looked surprised.
“I doubt very much your name is actually Henri,”
Andrea noted,
“Like the first name in your artist’s signature
On your paintings suggest.
For you have a German accent
Not a French one.”

“I am not a Nazi,” Klaus (aka Henri) stated emphatically.
“I never said you were,” Andrea waved her FDR style cigarette holder
holding her smokeless cigarette as if it were a magic wand.
“But these days most people think that,” Klaus sighed.

“I ask again, Klaus,” Andrea gave the impression of dropping cigarette ash on the floor, “What will you call this piece?”.
“The Woman of Midnight,” Klaus answered.
“Intriguing name,” Andrea smiled.
“Thank you,” Klaus put the finishing touches on his painting.

Klaus then signed his nom-de-plume signature to the painting
And asked,
“Tell me, Miss Andrea Angelicus, do you have any names besides Andrea Angelicus?”.
“I’ve been called the Phoenix Woman,” Andrea answered.
“Intriguing name,” Klaus smiled,
“Do you rise from your own ashes?”.
Andrea stepped into her circle of non-existent cigarette ash
and vanished.

Klaus looked
And noticed she was gone.
He felt his heart pounding in his chest
and slumped to the floor.

Klaus Grau was dead
But Henri Gris
would live on
through his paintings.

-A narrative poem
and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday May 8th
2021.

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In An English Country Garden

May 7, 2021 at 10:13 pm (books, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Charlotte in an English country garden

“Miss Charlotte?” Dracul Van Helsing asked.

“I’m Charlotte Williams,” the woman smiled.

“The Emperor Napoleon is not with you?” Van Helsing inquired.

“He’s down at a village pub talking to a fellow named Renfield,” Charlotte answered.

“Trust Renfield to be up to speed on cosmic happenings,” Van Helsing had to admit.

“Come with me to the library,” Charlotte said.

“All right,” Van Helsing agreed.

In the library, Charlotte Williams handed Van Helsing a book Claudius’ History of The Etruscans.

“I thought this book was lost to history,” Van Helsing thumbed through it, “Let alone an English translation was available of it.”

“Napoleon had that book in his library in his house on the island of Saint Helena,” Charlotte walked into the country estate manor’s living room where there was a piano.

She sat down and played Bach’s Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring.

“I wonder how it got here,” Van Helsing sat down in a chair with the book and listened to Charlotte play.

“I don’t know,” Charlotte continued to play.

Van Helsing’s smart phone rang.

He answered it and talked briefly.

“Talk to you soon, Whitstable,” Van Helsing put his smart phone back in his pocket.

“Whitstable?” Charlotte looked at Van Helsing.

“A friend of mine,” the vampire hunter explained.

“When the Emperor Napoleon was talking to the Phoenix Woman Andrea Angelicus, he said there were sketches on the second last page of that book Claudius’ History of the Etruscans,” Charlotte explained, “Sketches that Napoleon himself drew of visitors he saw a few days before he died. Sketches that he put in the book after they left. Napoleon after talking with Andrea said he’d give the sketches to Whitstable.”

Van Helsing went to the second last page of the volume and removed some very old looking pieces of paper.

He took a look at them.

They were sketches of ET T-Rexes emerging from a UFO flying saucer shaped craft.

“Sinister looking things,” Van Helsing noted, “I imagine Whitstable will be grateful to receive the sketches. But whoever these beings are, they look like super nasty and super tough customers.”

“Someone can defeat them,” Charlotte continued to play Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday May 7th
2021.

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Andrea Angelicus

May 6, 2021 at 10:23 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Andrea Angelicus sitting in the back yard of the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s colossal West London Estate.

Dracul Van Helsing saw the vision as he entered the backyard gardens of the Set Manor Estates.

He had received a phone call last night from Peter Whitstable the man they call the Fox Mulder of Interpol.

There was apparently a woman travelling all across Europe not wearing a mask (much to the chagrin of Neo-Bolshevik Communist authorities and Neo-Fascist authorities everywhere).

She would appear and then vanish (literally).

She’d show up in various countries with no record of her having passed border patrols.

Cardinal Gianfranco Ravasi the President of the Pontifical Council For Culture wondered if the woman had been vaccinated.

He only wondered for a moment and then returned to his present study of wondering whether the woman with the rodent tail who appeared in David Bowie’s last music video Lazarus was a Jungian collective unconscious predictive archetype of what the women in the post-Covid new reality will look like.

Ravasi had been influenced by both David Bowie and Aleister Crowley in his personal thought and philosophy.

That’s why his Pontifical Council For Culture was one of the sponsors of the Mind, Soul and Body Virtual Health Conference going on at the Vatican this week where such non-luminaries as Dr. Anthony Fauci (who might best be described as the Coronavirus on steroids) and Chelsea Clinton (the Church of Satan member and daughter of a disgraced former U.S. President and a warmongering former U.S. Secretary of State) were among the leading dignitaries and speakers at the Conference.

Whitstable said that the talk among gypsies throughout Europe (with whom Whitstable kept in constant contact) was that this Andrea Angelicus was known to them as the Phoenix Woman.

Saying there are legends of her having been born from the ashes of a Phoenix.

Anyhow Whitstable was wanting to make contact with the Phoenix Woman and one of his gypsy informants said that she would meet with a friend of Whitstable but not Whitstable personally.

She was wanting no contact with representatives of international organizations.

Whitstable had phoned his friend Van Helsing and Van Helsing had agreed to meet her.

“Andrea Angelicus I presume?” Van Helsing addressed the woman.

The woman in the elegant white gown turned and looked at Van Helsing and smiled, “I am. You are Van Helsing I presume?”.

“I am,” the vampire hunter nodded, “Dracul Van Helsing.”

“This is a very beautiful piece of luminous purple, white and blue crystals that Mr. Set has on this table,” Andrea Angelicus pointed.

“It is,” Van Helsing agreed, “From those days in the late 1980s when he was going through his Shirley MacLaine, J.Z. Knight and Ramtha phase. A phase that mercifully did not last long. It ended after his sister and sister-in-law the Paris based Egyptian vampiress Isis quite literally dropped a ton of bricks on his head. Athelstan his butler and valet said that he had never seen a chimney and fireplace put to better use.”

“I would like you to accompany me to another garden,” Andrea Angelicus stood up.

“Another garden?” Van Helsing was curious.

“Yes, a drive in the country,” Andrea Angelicus smiled, “To an English country garden.”

“And what pray tell shall we find in that English country garden?” Van Helsing asked.

An English country garden where the sounds of La Marseillaise could be heard playing on the estate manor piano but not the sounds of Tchaikovsky’s War of 1812 Overture.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday May 6th
2021.

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The 200th Anniversary of Napoleon’s Death

May 5, 2021 at 10:49 pm (Education, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

It was 200 years ago today that Napoleon Bonaparte (Napoleon I Emperor of the French) died on the island of Saint Helena.

French President Emmanuel Macron marked the bicentary of Napoleon’s death by laying a wreath at Napoleon’s tomb at Les Invalides in Paris.

Macron in an address to the French nation said, “Napoleon is a part of us.”

“That’s very true,” British MP Renfield R. Renfield commented as he watched the address on television.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” His friend Amadeus Emanon asked.

“That is the 200 million franc Napoleonic gold coin question,” Renfield answered.

The Kraken who called himself Napoleon VI and was the leader of the French Aquarian Age Bonapartist Party laid a wreath at the original Napoleon’s tomb accompanied by his wife Medusa the ex-Gorgon.

In the Underworld of Hades, the Greek deity Hades had received a request to grant Napoleon Bonaparte a temporary dispensational release from the realm of Hades to mark the 200th anniversary of his death.

“Are you going to do that?” One of Cerberus’ three heads asked.

“I’m mulling it over,” Hades replied as he sipped some mulled wine.

In the Elysian Fields where Napoleon was residing (he had spent some time in Purgatory but was still not eligible to enter the Paradise of the Blessed or the Heaven of the Saints so he now lived in the Elysian Fields where the heroes of pagan antiquity resided) the Emperor was walking through some of the Elysian gardens when he came across this vision,

“Oh, My God,” Napoleon cried out.

“Oh, the void, the void,” Charles Darwin cried from far far away on his rotating barbeque spit over an open flame down in Tartarus.

The woman turned and gazed in his direction, “You look like the Emperor Napoleon.”

“That’s because I am the Emperor Napoleon,” Napoleon said.

“My name is Charlotte,” said the woman, “And I apparently died on the same day you did. May 5th 1821. Although I was 30 years younger than you.”

“You sound English,’ said Napoleon.

“That’s because I am an Englishwoman,” Charlotte answered.

“I never did have good relations with the English,” Napoleon sighed.

“Maybe you should change that,” Charlotte smiled.

Meanwhile the 3-headed dog Cerberus was walking towards the Elysian Gardens.

One of Cerberus’ heads was carrying a temporary dispensational release from Hades for Napoleon.

Another of Cerberus’ heads was carrying a temporary dispensational release from Hades for Charlotte.

And the third of Cerberus’ heads was singing the song, “In an English country garden…”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday May 5th
2021.

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Sophia On One Fine Day In 1955

May 4, 2021 at 10:50 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )


Sophia the Gnostic Greco-Egyptian goddess of wisdom
Currently lived in Italy
On this date in 1955.

It was a tantalizingly hot day
Steamy, sultry, humid.
Her maid approached her,
“Dr. Carl Gustav Jung is here to see you.”

“The famous Swiss psychoanalyst?”
Sophia wiped her brow
As her maid wrung Sophia’s sweat out of her dress
The heat was suffocating.

“What does Jung want?”
Sophia asked.
“He wants to see your son,”
Her maid answered.
“Yaldabaoth?”
Sophia looked at her maid
Through drips of persperation.

“Yes, he wants to meet the Demi-urge
who created the material physical universe,”
Her maid smiled at Sophia.

“But that’s only what I told people,”
Sophia doused her head into a nearby spring
To wipe away the sweat and perspiration,
“He’s actually an Irish leprechaun
with a serious drinking problem.”

“Well, I guess Dr. Jung is going to find that out for himself,”
Her maid sighed,
“He’s up at the house.”

“My God, no,”
Sophia went running back to her estate in Tuscany.
“What god would that be?”
Her maid asked.
“Ultimately the Unknown God of The Greeks
whose altar bears an inscription in Athens.”

Sophia went back to her house
And opened the door.
There lay her son Yaldabaoth on the floor
Buried under a mass of bottles
of Jameson Irish Whiskey.
He was busy singing,
“Roll out the barrel,
We’ll have a barrel of fun,
Roll out the barrel,
We’ve got the blues on the run…”

“This is he who created the material physical universe?”
Dr. Carl Gustav Jung raised an eyebrow in Sophia’s direction.
“Well… uh…” Sophia was at a loss for words.
“When I look at the state of the world, I tend to believe it,”
Dr. Jung wiped his glasses, rose and left.

“Just wait until you see the world in 2020 and 2021,”
Yaldabaoth called out after Dr. Jung.
“Or so a time travelling gypsy tells me.”

“This is awful,” Sophia looked out the window
As Carl Gustav Jung was driven away in a waiting limo.

“What’s awful is there’s no Jameson left,”
Yaldabaoth looked inside the closet.

“Awful,” Sophia wiped her brow.

Her maid walked up the path
As Dr. Jung’s limo drove by.

Her maid wondered, “Will the doctor see that UFO hovering over the stream?”

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday May 4th
2021.

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Athena and The Kaiser

May 3, 2021 at 10:27 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

The year was 1899.
The Kaiser Wilhelm II entered the storage area of the German Imperial Palace in Berlin.
He expected to see an old table that had once been in the Temple of Diana in Ephesus.
It was there.
He expected to see old ceramic pots that had once been sitting in the Temple of Apollo at Delphi to be sitting on the table.
They were there.
He expected to see a chandelier that had once hung in the Palais Garnier Opera House in Paris that had been left unmolested by Erik the Phantom of The Opera to be there.
It was there.
What he hadn’t expected to see was Athena the Greek goddess of wisdom sitting there on the table.

“Athena?” Said the Kaiser.

“You recognize me?” The Greek goddess of wisdom smiled.

“I have a bust of your head in my study,” the Kaiser answered, “In the middle of every bleak December, a raven comes in the room and sits on it crying “Nevermore”. Damn peculiar as my uncle Eddy the Prince of Wales would put it.”

Athena opened her purse and handed him some sketches.

Kaiser Wilhelm looked at the sketches, “These are dinosaurs of some sort aren’t they?”.

“They’re called Tyrannosaurus Rex to be exact,” Athena nodded.

“What is this saucer shaped craft they’re crawling out of?” Wilhelm inquired.

“It is the vehicle they use to fly across space above the Earth,” Athena answered.

“I see,” said Wilhelm, “Why show me these?”.

“Someday these creatures may come to you and offer to produce poison and chemical gases for you that could be used in war. Refuse their offer,” Athena instructed.

“What sort of war might happen that I would even think of using such a weapon?” The Kaiser asked.

He looked up.

Athena had disappeared.

The Kaiser shrugged and took the sketches with him.

He went up to his study and put them under his bust of Pallas Athena.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday May 3rd 2021.

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The Phoenix In The Desert Rising From Its Ashes

May 2, 2021 at 10:34 pm (Folklore, Mystery, Mythology, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

The Phoenix it is said lives 500 years
Knowing when its time to die
The bird returns to its place of birth
A nesting grounds in Arabia
Before its demise
It builds a nest of frankincense and myrrh
When the time is come
It enters and dies
Bursting into flames.
From its ashes
A new phoenix arises.

The Phoenix burst into flames
From its ashes arose
Andrea Angelicus.

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday May 2nd 2021.

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Dr. Faustus Imhotep and The T-Rex ETs

May 1, 2021 at 10:09 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Politics, Science-Fiction, Sorcery, Technology, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , )

Dr. Faustus Imhotep the head of DARPA was playing a game of chess via computer with a Russian chess grandmaster.

His smart phone rang.

“Dr. Imhotep,” the voice at the other end said, “Last night a group of T-Rex ETs landed in an extraterrestrial craft and stole a bunch of strategic missiles from the Air Force base at Cheyenne, Wyoming.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” Dr. Imhotep pondered his next chess mood, “Shouldn’t you be telling all this to the President of the United States?”.

“Yes, but his aide told us that he’s fallen and he can’t get up,” the voice at the other end pointed out.

“What about informing Vice-President Kamala Harris?” Dr. Imhotep was anxious to make his next chess move, “Surely she can do something about it.

“But Vice-President Harris thinks that the strategic missiles are phallus shaped,” coughed the voice at the other end, “and thinks as such they’re sexist weapons. She wants nothing to do with them.”

“Well I guess Xi and Putin should have no trouble getting America to give up its nuclear missiles should Kamala Harris become President,” Dr. Faustus Imhotep reasoned aloud.

“We did try contacting heads of various government departments and government agencies as well as Senators and Congresspeople who sit on Defense and Intelligence Committees but all of them are attending parties of drunken debauchery or sex orgies this being a Saturday night and so are unavailable,” sighed the voice at the other end, “We knew the only one available on a Saturday night would be you playing chess with someone.”

Dr. Faustus Imhotep sighed.

This is what he got for being a chess playing nerd.

“All right,” Dr. Imhotep agreed, “I’ll send my best agent to look into the matter.”

He buzzed the intercom on his desk.

“Send in Jefferey,” Dr. Imhotep directed.

Minutes later an otter carrying a bottle of Otterbury Beer under one of his flippers entered Dr. Faustus Imhotep’s office.

. . .

French President Emmanuel Macron was strolling up and down the French Presidential Palace.

He was worried due to the fact that 10,000 French military forces members led by 40 officers had signed a petition expressing their concern that Macron’s policies were leading to the destruction of France.

Macron was wondering if a military coup d’etat might be carried out against him.

He looked out the window and noticed a Kraken carrying a machine gun had parachuted out of a French Air Force plane.

Macron gulped.

. . .

It was May 1956.

And Carson Cody Albion had been hired by a Hollywood producer to purchase a group of sketches.

Albion thought that possibly the sketches might be of the Hollywood producer in compromising sexual encounters.

He was to meet a Fraulein Immergrun in the parking lot of a beachside cocktail lounge to purchase the sketches.

Albion was to tell Fraulein Immergrun that he was the member of a government agency named Project Bluebook and then hand the envelope with cash inside (that the Hollywood producer had given to him) to the fraulein.

Albion wondered about the background of this Fraulein Immergrun.

He had found out that there had been a Nazi spy named Fraulein Immergrun.

There were rumours that she had poisoned Britain’s most famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes in the spring of 1939 causing his death.

After the war Fraulein Immergrun had seemingly vanished.

Although there were other rumours that she was the test subject for what was dubbed a Nazi immortality cocktail that was being experimented with in the spring of 1945.

Albion drove into the beachside cocktail lounge parking lot and approached the woman he thought was Fraulein Immergrun.

He handed her the envelope with cash inside.

She opened the envelope and counted the cash.

She then handed him the large manila envelope with sketches inside.

The envelope was to remain unopened.

Delivered intact to the Hollywood producer.

As Albion got back into his car, his curiosity got the best of him.

He opened the envelope.

He was expecting to see sketches of the Hollywood producer in compromising sexual positions.

Instead he saw sketches of a group of alien T-Rex ETs emerging out of a UFO flying saucer.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday May 1st
2021.

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