How Renfield Spent Saint Nicholas’ Day

December 6, 2018 at 11:56 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Romance, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

British MP Renfield R. Renfield had spent the morning at the Aulos Music and Recording Ltd.’s Wuthering Heights and Glencoe Hospitality Studios owned by music promoter Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell.

After the old time Christmas musical hit song Baby, It’s Cold Outside was deemed too politically incorrect for pot smoking self-proclaimed feminist Justin Trudeau’s Canada and was being pulled from being played on most Canadian radio stations over the Christmas season, Renfield recorded his own version of the song in a duet with the famous New Orleans vampiress and songstress Angelique Dumont.

He then used his hacking skills to hack into most Canadian radio stations’ play lists and inserted a code by which the song would be played every 20 minutes on radio.

He then hired a bunch of newly arrived immigrants in Canada who had trouble getting jobs to work and drive around in ice cream trucks where the song Baby, It’s Cold Outside would be played on the loudspeakers to let frozen Canadian neighbourhoods know that the ice cream truck was coming.

Afterwards he went down to the Westminster House of Commons to deliver a statement in Parliament on his British Transhumanist Party’s official position on the global trade, foreign and defense policies of the Trump Administration in Washington DC.

The Speaker of the House called on Renfield to make the statement, “I understand the Honourable Member for Tewkesbury In The Cotswolds wishes to make his party’s official statement on the Trump Administration’s global trade, foreign and defense policies.”

“I do, Mr. Speaker,” Renfield rose to his feet, “Donald Trump is so full of crap that if you gave him an enema before he died, you could bury him in a cigar box.”

He then sat down again.

Renfield believed in making his speeches brief and to the point.

Later when he returned home, he phoned the Dragon Warrioress Crown Princess Lenora of Lemuria.

Lenora was holding a group of Russian Navy sailors prisoner in the medieval dungeons of an old castle in Scotland.

They were being guarded by the ghost of the Black Douglas as well as a brigade of British Army Gurkhas.


The ghosts of Humphrey Bogart and Peter Lorre perform an Abbott and Costello comedy routine for the enjoyment of Russian Navy prisoners of Renfield.

The Egyptian cat goddess Bastet then sat on Renfield’s shoulder where the two discussed the Egyptian god/vampire Osiris’ stupidity in getting Hades the god of the Underworld to release the body and soul of French President Emmanuel Macron whom Krampus had dragged down to Tartarus last night.

After mutually agreeing on what an ass Osiris was, Renfield returned to his parliamentary office in Westminster.

There he received a phone call from Chinese President Xi Jinping on whether Renfield and his Brigade of Gurkhas would storm a Canadian prison to release Huawei’s chief financial officer Meng Wangzhou who had just been arrested at Vancouver’s airport and was awaiting extradition to the U.S. for violating Trump Administration sanctions against Iran.

As Xi and Renfield discussed the raid and rescue, his Transhumanist Party colleague and fellow MP the Welsh vampiress Morgana put a book away in the office bookshelf prior to going on a date with Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing:

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday December 6th
2018.

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Phantom of The Opera: A Poem As Sung and Recorded By Amadeus Emanon

September 14, 2018 at 10:37 pm (Culture, Entertainment, Fantasy, Film, Folklore, Ghost Story, love, Music, music videos, Musicals, Poetry, Romance, theatre, Theatre Arts, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Phantom of The Opera: A Poem
Sung and Recorded By Amadeus Emanon

Amadeus Emanon was at London music promoter Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell’s Wuthering Heights and Glencoe Hospitality Recording Studios (owned by Heathcliff’s company Aulos Music and Recording Ltd.) to record his first album Erik’s Lament: The Agony and Ecstasy of A Phantom In The Night.

Amadeus Emanon sang this song:

Phantom of The Opera: A Lament

Oh Phantom, you are the lonely one
You loved Christine who was daylight
to your realms of darkness
She let the sunlight shine in your heart
You taught her to sing
But she taught you to love
And hers by far was the greater gift

There in your lair beneath the Opera deep
Where you lay many an hour to lie there and weep
And let the hate consume your heart like heat
Burned and singed was it making your scar look neat

For your look you thought no one could love
Depriving you of joy on earth and in heaven above
But Christine looked and she saw
but you turned away and you let her go
For in the mirror you saw just the scar
But in her eyes, she saw your very soul
But you did not see and you did not know
And your love departed by the river’s flow

Oh what music you could have made
But your heart you buried in hate’s grave
For Christine wanted to be your love not your slave
Now she’s left you and gone away
While you pine all night and long for day
The day you once had but chased away
leaving you with childhood toys you used to play
And now your soul then your music will decay.

(-A poem written by Christopher
Friday September 7th 2018)

Inspired by the character of Erik as he is portrayed in Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musical The Phantom of The Opera.

Amadeus Emanon as he appears on the cover of his album (making it look like he was posing with his violin in an old 19th Century style photograph)

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Hitler’s Ghost Views Paris and The Eiffel Tower As Amadeus and Angelique Make Out

August 23, 2018 at 10:42 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, History, International Intrigue, love, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Hitler’s Ghost Views Paris and The Eiffel Tower As Amadeus and Angelique Make Out

Amadeus Emanon and his girlfriend the New Orleans vampiress Angelique Dumont were spending a romantic getaway in Paris France 🇫🇷.

The vampiress had stocked up on Dr. Cadbury Rocher’s special sunblock which prevented vampiresses from being fried to a crisp in the daylight sun.

They boated along the Seine River and lunched in elegant Parisienne street cafes as artists painted their portraits.

They watched someone wearing a Donald Trump mask dive into the river and announce to the world, “It’s official. I’m in Seine.”

They visited Notre Dame Cathedral and kissed under one of the gargoyles.

Not since the Hunchback of Notre Dame had lit up the night with Esmeralda the gypsy had the gargoyle seen such action.

Amadeus and Angelique then went to a spot with a great view of the Eiffel Tower and made out there.

Moments before, Amadeus had received a text message from his friend the British MP Renfield R. Renfield pointing out that today was the 79th Anniversary of the signing of the Nazi-Soviet Pact.

Renfield said he had just posted a message on the timeline of Vladimir Putin’s Facebook page to that effect and got a bunch of Russian 🇷🇺 expletives hurled at him in return.

And speaking of Nazis, Hitler’s Ghost had temporarily left the body of the grey wolf he was possessing and was walking in astral spirit form through the streets of Paris recounting memories of his glorious triumphal trip to Paris on June 28th 1940 after he had conquered the French nation.

He stood alongside Amadeus and Angelique as they looked at their tourist maps (fearing that Trump’s NSA would monitor the GPS on their smart phones) and stood looking out at the city before he then turned and gazed at the Eiffel Tower.

He then looked at Amadeus and Angelique who had dropped their tourist maps and were now kissing.

“Oh,” Der Fuhrer mused aloud to himself, “to be alive and young and in Paris.”

Coincidentally at that very same moment, Donald Trump was saying the exact same thing as he was watching an old reality TV show with Paris Hilton on Netflix.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday August 23rd
2018.

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Renfield Makes Minced Mincemeat Out of The Disciples of Santa Muerte

August 4, 2018 at 10:58 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Romance, Science, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Renfield Makes Minced Mincemeat Out of The Disciples of Santa Muerte

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was disappointed to read on his BBC News App that the drone attack assassination attempt on Venezuelan 🇻🇪 President Nicolás Maduro had failed.

Renfield had asked Set Enterprises’ Dr. Cadbury Rocher to design some explosive drones for him which the great scientist had done.

Renfield had then sent the explosive drones to his ally the Venezuelan vampiress Francesca Chavez who along with Renfield had long been plotting the overthrow of the Marxist despot Maduro.

Francesca had hired some anti-Maduro Venezuelan Air Force Officers to carry out the attack.

Sadly they had failed.

Oh well, Renfield thought bitterly, if you want the job done, you generally have to do it yourself.

What with plotting against both Russia’s Putin and Turkey’s Erdogan in Europe, he had very little time these days to go to Latin America and overthrow or successfully assassinate Maduro.

A fact which he had often complained to his spectral friend the ghost of Sir Winston Churchill about.

New Orleans Vampiress Angelique Dumont cleared her throat.

For the British MP was supposed to be having dinner with her and her boyfriend the British concert pianist Amadeus Emanon in a London pub.

Renfield remembered his manners (especially after recalling his latest session with dominatrix Sherrielock Holmes) and paid attention to Amadeus and Angelique’s discussion about the new Winnie The Pooh film the couple had just seen – Christopher Robin.

“Angelique, is that you?” A very beautiful and tearful 😢 young Mexican woman in a red rose patterned summer white dress approached her.

“Conchetta?” Angelique rose to hug and comfort her friend, “what’s wrong?”.

“I just received a text message from my best friend Artemisia back home,” Conchetta wept, “My entire family- mother, father, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles and cousins- in fact the whole entire village have been wiped out- massacred by the Disciples of Santa Muerte drug cartel. Somehow miraculously Artemisia managed to escape- the only one in the entire village who managed to escape.”

Conchetta tearfully managed to relate the whole story to the trio.

Amadeus and Angelique sat there in a total state of shock.

As did Renfield.

Who also was overtaken by the greatest surge of anger.

“Amadeus, do you know if the Boss,” Renfield was referring to his former and Amadeus’ current employer the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set, “still has his private Concorde jet on standby at Heathrow?”.

“I believe so,” said Amadeus.

Renfield excused himself paying his share of the bill.

He then rushed back to the Set Mansion in West London where he picked up some special supplies.

On his way out to Heathrow in the limousine, he conversed with friends he knew in the various world intelligence services about the Disciples of Santa Muerte.

He boarded Set’s private Concorde jet and within a few hours arrived in Mexico 🇲🇽 only kilometres from the colossal villa that served as the headquarters of the Disciples of Santa Muerte.

. . .

The Disciples of Santa Muerte didn’t know what hit them.

It had in fact been a Tesla sound wave pulse recently re-discovered by Dr. Cadbury Rocher.

The sound wave paralyzed all the Disciples preventing them from moving.

It didn’t however shut off their nerve and pain sensations or vocal cords for that matter as Renfield could tell from the fact that as he slowly and painfully dismembered them bit by bit, he could still hear a small portion of their loud and shrill agonizing screams through the soundproof earplugs he was wearing.

Renfield’s friend the ghost of Orson Welles was on hand with his ghostly cameras and ghostly lighting crews to film the gory and bloody and excruciatingly slow and painful 😣 bodily dismemberments which the enormous talent of a film director would upload to YouTube later.

Renfield took the decapitated heads of all the slain Disciples of Santa Muerte and posted them on spikes in the Rose Garden of the White House on top of the garden wall underneath a large banner that read I Never Promised You A Rose Garden.

The dismembered hands he put in the glass display case of the expensive gloves department in the exclusive Saks Fifth Avenue store in New York City.

The dismembered feet he put in an expensive Nike shoes display in the same Saks Fifth Avenue store.

Thighs and legs he put outside KFC stores in San Francisco and Los Angeles.

Arms and elbows he put inside display cases in the Baseball ⚾️ Hall of Fame in the village of Cooperstown, New York.

The armless, legless and headless carcasses of cadavers he put outside a Planned Parenthood clinic in Chicago underneath a banner that read Just On The Extremely Minuscule Off Chance You Happen To Run Out of Human Body Parts To Sell To Global Food Conglomerates and Pharmaceutical Companies.

. . .

Q-Amon the great sorcerer and former Egyptian Pharaoh had one literal Hell of a massive bowel movement on his Columbian cocaine plantation when he heard about the wholesale slaughter of every single member of the Disciples of Santa Muerte drug cartel in Mexico 🇲🇽.

Renfield’s action was immediately publicly condemned by Pope Francis and his lavender clique of flashy flaming Liberace style priests for failing to take into account the personal nobility of soul of all the drug gang members.

The action also launched an intense public debate among commentators, analysts and self-proclaimed journalists on YouTube on whether or not this new Machiavellian and Genghis Khan Style approach to the War On Drugs might prove more effective than the limpwristed style approach to the War on Drugs that had been conducted by the U.S. government and its allies for the past 35 years which seemed to be going absolutely nowhere.

One Fox News commentator even speculated (for which he was soundly condemned in a tweet by Donald Trump) on whether this new Renfieldian approach to the Latin American drug cartels might deem the Trumpian need to build a wall on the southern border of the U. S. totally unnecessary.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday August 4th
2018.

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Michelangelo’s Vision of Pope Francis’ Future Proclamation

June 3, 2017 at 3:53 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Religion, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

The New Orleans vampiress Angelique Dumont waited impatiently by her car for her boyfriend Amadeus Emanon to leave the Set Enterprises building.

New Orleans Vampiress Angelique Dumont

Inside the building, Amadeus Emanon waited while Dr. Cadbury Rocher was checking the lab computers for the newest psychic revelation from the future that his genetically created psychic lobster Michelangelo was now receiving.

Eureka! Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster tapped on the aquarium glass with his lobster antennae in Morse code.

The revelation came in.

It was Pope Francis making an ex cathedra statement from the balcony of the Vatican.

Said Francis, “Many Muslims have expressed to me the desire to join the Catholic Church but they can’t because they cannot in good conscience accept the Doctrine of the Trinity nor the Doctrine of the Incarnate Deity of Jesus Christ. Henceforth in my capacity as Bishop of Rome, Successor of Peter and Vicar of Christ, I hereby proclaim ex cathedra that it’s no longer necessary to believe in the Doctrine of the Trinity or the Doctrine of the Incarnate Deity of Christ and still be Catholic. A Catholic no longer has to believe these doctrines.”

Dr. Cadbury Rocher and Amadeus Emanon both looked at the news telecast from the future (that Michelangelo had picked up on his lobster antennae) in shock.

Meanwhile outside, Angelique Dumont looked at her Rolex watch and said angrily, “The time is now.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday June 3rd
2017.

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Renfield Interrogates A Member of Boko Haram

May 10, 2014 at 7:38 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Espionage, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Renfield Interrogates A Member of Boko Haram

Inspector Depp of Scotland Yard had a very important prisoner down in the cell.

He was a member of the Boko Haram terrorist group who had been captured by British commandos in northeastern Nigeria.

The commandos captured the Islamist terrorist without help from members of the regular Nigerian military in the region (who were busy masturbating over watching American and Japanese porn films on their smart phones and tablets thanks to the help of a Google drone in the region providing high-flying wi-fi Internet access).

Inspector Depp’s task was to get the prisoner to reveal the whereabouts of the over 250 kidnapped Nigerian schoolgirls.

Inspector Depp’s knowledge and past experience had shown him that the best person to interrogate and extract information from total scumbags was none other than one Renfield R. Renfield who was the Chief of Security and Intelligence Gathering for the London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set.

. . .

Renfield R. Renfield was delighted to get the call from Inspector Depp of Scotland Yard.

It had been a few months since he had last interrogated and tortured anybody.

He didn’t want to lose his touch.

He was so happy about getting the call to interrogate somebody, he didn’t even finish the tuna fish sandwich he was eating (Renfield had a severe addiction to eating tuna fish sandwiches).

Instead he put it in a paper bag, put a combination lock on the bag (so no one else could get at it) and put the bag in the refrigerator and then promptly closed the refrigerator door.

He then grabbed his tool kit of torture instruments and put on his hat and coat while whistling the song Whistle While You Work.

As he ran out the door, he almost knocked over the white evening dress wearing New Orleans Vampiress Angelique Dumont who was here to go on a Saturday night dinner date with Renfield’s sole friend in the world Amadeus Emanon prior to her performing in a late evening performance of a new West London musical adaptation of the 1941 Lon Chaney Jr. movie The Wolfman in which she sang the role of Gwen Conliffe.

“Can’t talk now,” Renfield called out after her.

. . .

Renfield entered the cell where the Boko Haram prisoner sat.

Renfield slapped his tool kit down on the table and removed his instruments of torture while he continued to whistle the song Whistle While You Work.

The Boko Haram prisoner tried to look brave although his eyes kept growing wider each time Renfield removed an instrument from his tool box and kissed it.

“So,” Renfield smiled a wide smile at the prisoner, “I hear you black guys have 9-inch penises. Might be the reason why Los Angeles Clippers owner Donald Sterling hates you guys so much.”

The prisoner said nothing.

But smiled a big smile.

“Well,” Renfield grinned, “if it’s true, by the time I’m finished with you, you won’t have a 9-inch penis anymore.”

The prisoner stopped smiling.

. . .

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday May 10th
2014

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Magog Rhys Petley On Walpurgis Night

April 30, 2014 at 6:20 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Magog Rhys Petley On Walpurgis Night

Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley awoke in a daze.

He gathered from the conversation around him that he was in some sort of luxurious penthouse apartment.

After a few more moments of listening to the conversation around him, he gathered that this luxurious penthouse apartment he was in must be on Park Avenue in New York City.

Banners flowing from the ceiling said tonight is Walpurgis Night.

Walpurgis Night? Magog thought to himself, wasn’t that April 30th?

Wasn’t that the date Hitler shot himself? he wondered.

He suddenly noticed a huge poster on the wall that said, R.I.P. Adolf.

What sort of sicko mourns the passing of Hitler? Magog wondered.

He gathered that the party’s host was hiding behind a set of dark black curtains while the guests chatted to the curtains.

How did he get here to this particular Park Avenue penthouse apartment in New York City? Magog wondered.

The last thing he remembered was being in a Moscow street where he was attacked by a very sexy Russian Vampiress.

He had the feeling that was over a couple of weeks ago and that a lot had happened since.

But Magog couldn’t remember what.

“Unfortunately gentlemen,” the man behind the curtains intoned, “despite my offer and the high fee I was willing to pay her, the world-famous New Orleans songstress Angelique Dumont refused to be with us this evening to entertain us with her singing voice and her… other assets.”

The crowd groaned.

Magog himself was disappointed.

He was a big fan of Miss Angelique Dumont having seen her in several musicals in the theatre district of West London.

In fact Magog often had sexual fantasies about Miss Angelique Dumont.

“Los Angeles Clippers owner Donald Sterling couldn’t be with us this evening either,” the man behind the curtains announced, “as the post card someone recently sent him from New York City was a post card of Harlem which showed a lot of black men walking the streets.”

Magog helped himself to a piece of cheddar cheese that the Afro-American butler offered him.

“Gentlemen,” the man behind the curtains raised an inflatable balloon in the shape of a giant glass of champagne above the curtains, “I give you the future Fuhrer of the world.”

Who the Hell is the future Fuhrer of the world? Magog wondered.

And why the Hell was everyone in the room looking at him for?

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday April 30th
2014.

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Svetlana Kireeva On Earth Day

April 22, 2014 at 7:01 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Horror, Mystery/horror, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Svetlana Kireeva On Earth Day

Spanish vampire Manuel de Rivera y Vargas was walking the streets of Memphis Tennessee.

Manuel was a good vampire.

In fact, he was a close friend of the famous Canadian vampire hunter Christopher Dracul Van Helsing who slew evil vampires.

Manuel a concert pianist by profession had been turned into a vampire against his will by the Egyptian Vampiress Isis in New York City back in 1942 after he had performed a particularly rousing rendition of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata in a Manhattan concert hall.

Although Manuel like all vampires needed human blood to survive, he refused to attack humans to get it.

He bought vials of blood from hospitals and the Red Cross.

The only person he had ever bitten and also turned into a vampire was a young woman who was dying of cancer and had requested it because she wanted to live a few more years.

The woman was Angelique Dumont an aspiring young classically trained singer and actress.

Manuel had found her in a crypt in a New Orleans cemetery which was submerged by floodwaters when Hurricane Katrina had smashed into Louisiana back in the summer of 2005.

Miss Dumont had gone to visit the Dumont Family Crypt to tell her ancestors that she was dying of cancer when the hurricane suddenly hit.

When Manuel found her almost submerged under water in the crypt, she refused to leave.

She said he could either bite her and turn her into a vampire or let her die by drowning than face the awful fate of an agonizing death by cancer.

So Manuel had granted her request.

Miss Dumont was now a successful singer and actress who appeared in musicals in the theatre district of West London in England.

The New Orleans Songstress as she was dubbed by the British press was particularly noted for playing the role of Christine Daae in the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical The Phantom of The Opera.

Like Manuel, Angelique did not attack humans but bought bottles of human blood from hospitals.

As for Manuel, he had watched the woman he loved- a beautiful young Iranian girl and reformer- being murdered by the tyrannical mullah’s regime in Tehran in the wake of the street protests that had gripped Iran in 2009-2010 following Mahmoud Ahmadinejad’s re-election as President of the Islamic Republic of Iran.

Now Manuel was in Memphis Tennessee taking a personal pilgrimage honouring another great musician he admired- Elvis Presley.

As Manuel stood outside Graceland, he blinked.

And the vampire Manuel although a supernatural creature himself was in shock.

For just like the singer in that song Walking In Memphis, he had just seen the Ghost of Elvis.

What could that possibly mean?

. . .

In another Memphis- Memphis, Egypt- the eerie winged Flying Eye of Horus flew above the ruins of the pillared hall of Rameses II at Memphis.

. . .

Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II lay in bed.

From a distant room, she could hear the radio playing.

The song being played on the radio was being sung by Johnny Cash.

It was that old song The Devil Went Down To Georgia.

Her Majesty had always loved Johnny Cash’s music.

The Devil went down to Georgia.

Her Majesty gazed in the distance to the globe of the world by her bedroom window.

Coincidentally her eye fell on Georgia on the globe of the world- the spot seemed to be directly in her gaze.

Although it was not the Georgia of America’s Deep South

It was the Eastern European country of Georgia.

The country that Vladimir Putin had invaded in August 2008 and had seized the Georgian territories of Abkhazia and South Ossetia.

. . .

Russian Vampiress Svetlana Kireeva of the FSB stood inside the mausoleum of Lenin’s Tomb and gazed at the body of Lenin- founder of Soviet Russia and the Soviet Union- as he lay behind his glass enclosure.

Today was Lenin’s 144th birthday.

It was also Earth Day.

The world’s very first Earth Day had been April 22nd 1970- which had been Lenin’s 100th birthday.

The date had been selected by Communists who had infiltrated the then emerging environmental movement in the U.S.

The KGB and its agents hoped to seize control of the burgeoning environmental movement and use it to bring about the rapid industrial decline of the U.S. and the Western world.

In the meantime, heavy Soviet industry would continue to rape and pillage the sacred earth of Mother Russia in order to bring about the Soviet Workers’ Paradise on Earth while they hoped the environmental movement in the West would lead to the rapid industrial and technological decline of the U.S. , Great Britain and Western Europe.

And so Communist infiltrators in the U.S. environmental movement had deliberately chosen the date of Lenin’s 100th birthday- April 22nd 1970- as the world’s very first Earth Day.

And none of the non-Communist members of the environmental movement had ever bothered asking why that particular date had been chosen for Earth Day.

As Lenin himself had shrewdly and astutely noted, there would be no shortage of “useful idiots” for the Communist cause in the West.

And so here on this 44th Earth Day, Svetlana Kireeva stood inside Lenin’s tomb and made a personal vow to restore the Empire that Lenin and Stalin had built.

This April 22nd 2014.

Lenin’s 144th birthday.

144.

12 x 12.

12.

Like the 12 Tribes of Israel.

144,000.

144,000 witnesses in the Book of Revelation.

12,000 from each of the 12 Tribes of Israel.

Israel.

Were Israel and Russia connected somehow? she wondered.

Suddenly to her horror, Lenin’s eyes opened on his corpse behind the glass enclosure and Lenin’s corpse spoke these words,

“The time is now.”

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday April 22nd
2014.

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Syrian Presidential Election Announced

April 21, 2014 at 7:12 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Syrian Presidential Election Announced

British Prime Minister David Cameron sat wondering what the Hell on earth had happened to the parliamentary envoy he had sent to Russia last week- Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley (although Cameron didn’t know that the man was a werewolf) who had been sent over to Moscow for secret diplomatic talks with Russian President Vladimir Putin on the Ukraine crisis.

The man Magog had just vanished on the streets of Moscow a week ago and hadn’t been seen since.

. . .

It was announced at a meeting of the Syrian Parliament in Damascus that a Presidential election in Syria would be held on June 3rd of this year.

As the announcement was made, the Syro-Phoenician Vampiress Astarte sat in Parliament and listened.

She immediately checked the messages on her smart phone and noticed that the U.S. was already condemning the election as a “parody of democracy”.

She smiled.

The Russian government had already been saying the same thing for weeks about the planned Ukrainian Presidential election set for May 25th of this year.

She licked her lips and her vampiric fangs delicately and exquisitely.

All was going according to plan.

. . .

New Orleans Vampiress Angelique Dumont was in her exclusive London apartment.

The Vampiress who was a songstress and an actress now made her career performing live on stage in theatrical productions and musicals in the theatre district of West London.

She held in her hand a message delivered by courier that was from a Park Avenue billionaire in New York City.

The billionaire had offered her $500,000 U. S. if she would sing for him at a private recital for him and a group of friends in his Park Avenue penthouse apartment next week.

Despite the high fee he was offering, she felt an extreme queasiness and unease at accepting.

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday April 21st
2014.

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