On The Ukraine-Russia Border

April 2, 2014 at 7:24 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

On The Ukraine- Russia Border

Ukrainian Vampiress Inna Huculak stood on the Ukrainian side of the Ukraine-Russia border and looked at the mass array of Russian troops assembled on the other side of the border.

She was standing hidden among some trees on a wooded area of the border.

On the ground right on the border she happened to notice a broken statue of the Blessed Pope John Paul II who was to be canonized a saint by Pope Francis later this month.

The head and the hands of the statue lay broken and smashed on the ground.

On the Russian side of the border, she noticed an old poster blowing on the ground.

The poster was being blown along the ground by a powerful wind.

She happened to notice the face on the poster.

It was the face of former Soviet President Mikhail Gorbachev who had presided over the dissolution of the old monolithic totalitarian one-party state that had been the old Soviet Union.

The poster blew far far away to the south never to be seen again.

Inna Huculak heard the sound of a peculiar ignition- the sound of a tank starting up.

Up in the sky in the East over the border was a bright star- a glowing seemingly bright red star.

It was just above the emerging rays of a Russian sunrise soon to rise and spread its rays across the Ukrainian border.

Inna Huculak thought she better seek the sanctuary of her coffin- a coffin filled with the soil of what was for the time being- the soil of her Ukrainian homeland.

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday April 2nd
2014.

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Magog Rhys Petley On Saint David’s Day

March 1, 2014 at 8:30 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Magog Rhys Petley On Saint David’s Day

Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley woke up on a beach in Ireland.

He wasn’t quite sure how he got there.

The last thing he remembered was being swept down a stream in Wales during a ferocious rain and windstorm.

He must have swept across the Irish Sea somehow and landed here where a beautiful red- headed Irish girl was giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

He must admit he was enjoying it.

When she had finished, he looked at his waterproof watch which was still ticking and which had the calendar date on it.

Good Lord, the atheistic Marxist thought rather ironically, it was Saint David’s Day already.

Saint David’s Day.

March 1st.

Saint David.

The Patron Saint of Wales.

A lot of his constituents would be pissed that he didn’t show for his constituency’s Saint David’s Day celebration this year.

He wondered if it would cost him his seat at the next election.

How ironic that he a staunch atheistic Marxist-Leninist (one of the few still left in the British Labour Party) might be defeated at the next election because he failed to attend a celebration honouring Wales’ most important Christian Saint.

. . .

Where the Hell was Magog Rhys Petley? British Prime Minister David Cameron wondered.

Whenever his government needed to send someone on a covert delicate diplomatic mission, they sent Magog Rhys Petley because, since he was a backbench MP from the Opposition backbenches, if he failed, the government could wash its hands of the matter saying Magog was operating on his own private initiative.

On the other hand if he succeeded then British Prime Minister David Cameron could take credit as the genius statesman who rose above partisanship and sent someone from another party to undertake a delicate diplomatic mission because he Cameron recognized the man’s ability.

Of course Magog so far hadn’t shown any ability.

The delicate diplomatic missions the British government had sent Magog on to Syria and Egypt the past few years had all been unprecedented colossal disasters.

Now Cameron was anxious to send Magog to Moscow to tell Russian President Vladimir Putin not to invade Ukraine.

And Magog had been missing for over two weeks now.

. . .

Russian President Vladimir Putin had called the Russian Vampiress Svetlana Kireeva of the FSB to his office.

For the past 10 years ever since the Orange Revolution in Kiev Ukraine in the late autumn of 2004 when Viktor Yanukovych was toppled as President of Ukraine for the first time, the Russian Vampiress Svetlana Kireeva had been involved in a long running battle with Ukrainian Vampiress Inna Huculak of the Ukrainian Intelligence Service to see who would control Ukraine- Ukrainian nationalists or pro-Russian elements?

“Miss Kireeva,” President Putin looked directly at the Russian Vampiress, “I want you to do everything in your power to kill Inna Huculak once and for all.”

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
on Saint David’s Day
Saturday March 1st
2014.

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