Bee Before Sea

June 10, 2014 at 3:21 pm (Commentary, International Espionage, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Bee Before Sea

The man walked along the old pier at Atlantic City.

He gazed out at the ocean.

He suddenly heard a buzzing sound.

Bzzzz…

…bzzzz…

…bzzzz…

What was that?

A bee.

The man tried to calm down.

He had a severe allergy to bee stings.

In fact, they could be fatal to him.

So he wouldn’t do anything to upset the bee.

Strange he thought.

What was a bee doing here at the ocean?

So far from fields, flowers and trees.

Though the man made no movement, the bee landed on the man and stung him.

Within minutes, the man was dead.

In the distance, another individual in long black trench coat and dark sunglasses had been shooting a video of the whole incident with his smart phone.

He clicked Send.

Then he dialed a number.

The mysterious Park Avenue billionaire answered his phone in his luxurious New York City penthouse Park Avenue Apartment.

“The test subject for our experiment,” the man from DARPA spoke, “the man with a medical history of severe allergic reaction to bee stings has died. This testing stage for our RoboBee seems to be a success. Now if we can make mechanical pollination successful, robotic bees can replace honey bees who are being killed off with the agricultural pesticides made by Monsanto and others. We’ll have the power to grow food and, as has been shown in the video I just sent you, the power to kill. We’ll have the power of life and death.”

“We shall be as gods,” the Park Avenue billionaire grinned with his reptilian teeth.

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday June 9th
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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Radio News Reports and The Park Avenue Billionaire

April 23, 2014 at 7:25 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Radio News Reports and The Park Avenue Billionaire

The mysterious billionaire sat behind the dark curtains in his Park Avenue New York City penthouse apartment, drank Jasmine tea with a pinch of Arizona sagebrush and listened to the news on the radio.

“Russia will respond if its interests in Ukraine are attacked says Russia’s Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov…

U.S. President Barack Obama says that the U.S. will support Japan in its territorial dispute with China over the Senkaku Islands (called Diaoyu Islands by China) in the East China Sea under the terms of Article 5 of the U.S.-Japan Treaty of Mutual Co-Operation and Security… the U.S. ‘s mutual Defence pact with Japan…

South Korea has announced that North Korea may conduct a nuclear test during President Obama’s upcoming visit to the Korean Peninsula…

In the Palestinian territories, Hamas and Fatah have announced a reconciliation deal and will form a unity government in the upcoming weeks…

In response, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has called off further peace negotiations with the Palestinian Authority…

The first contingent of U.S. troops has entered Poland for joint military exercises with Poland in the midst of tensions with Russia over Ukraine…

In another incident, the Air Forces of the United Kingdom, the Netherlands and Denmark all scrambled their fighter jets after Russian military aircraft were spotted approaching their airspace…”

The Park Avenue billionaire gurgled happily as he sipped his tea…

All was definitely going according to plan.

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday April 23rd
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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In A Cave In Geneva

April 20, 2014 at 6:17 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Horror, Mystery/horror, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

In A Cave In Geneva

The man who had accepted the mysterious figure’s offer on the top of Mount Everest and had then flown around the world in a supersonic jet (owned by a Park Avenue New York City billionaire) after having done so was now standing in a cave in Geneva Switzerland.

He was tied to ropes and was about to descend down a hole to a very deep pit in the bottom of the cave.

Some said the pit was bottomless and went deep down to the very bowels of the Earth itself.

The man with his arms outstretched proceeded to descend.

“Say, did anyone here know that this particular Easter Sunday is Hitler’s 125th birthday?” Somebody in the man’s party asked.

“Quiet you fool,” another man spoke in a very commanding and authoritative voice.

The man with the commanding and authoritative voice was dressed in a red robe with a red hood.

He resembled a medieval monk but was wearing an insignia on the front of his robe that no known monastic order of the Middle Ages wore.

The man dressed as a monk then spoke in ancient Hebrew and Ancient Greek and ancient Latin as the man in the ropes hovered over the bottomless pit.

At that moment, a spectral entity rose up out of the bottomless pit and entered the man’s body.

To some observers at the top, it looked like the entity resembled the figure depicted by classical Hindu statues of Shiva the Destroyer.

To others, the entity resembled the figure depicted by classical statues of the ancient Greco-Roman god Apollo.

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday April 20th
2014.

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The Friday The World Turned Black

April 18, 2014 at 7:47 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, History, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The Friday The World Turned Black

It was Maundy Thursday evening on Park Avenue in New York City as the mysterious billionaire behind the black curtains of his apartment enjoyed a lone supper of a boar’s head and roast pork and lobster and shellfish and sipped champagne from a gold chalice.
He was on a speaker phone in a conference call with 12 of his associates in important national capitals around the world.

. . .

At the exact same moment as the Park Avenue billionaire broke off a piece of pork with his bare hands and sampled it and sipped from the cup of champagne, a mysterious figure stood on the very top of Mount Everest and spoke to a man who also stood on the top.

“Do you see all these nations of the world from up here?” The mysterious figure asked the man, “I will give you them all if you worship me.”

“I see nothing but a lot of clouds at so great a height,” the man replied.

The figure waved his hands and all the nations of the world appeared to the man in a vision.

“See them now?” The figure asked, “I WILL give you them all if you worship me.”

“All right,” the man replied.

As soon as the man spoke those words, an avalanche occurred on Everest.

The avalanche immediately buried and killed 12 Sherpa guides.

. . .

It was Good Friday afternoon at 3:00 PM local time as the Park Avenue billionaire’s supersonic jet flew with great speed above the Andes right over the Chilean-Argentinian border.

On board the jet was the man who had accepted the offer from the mysterious figure atop Everest.

The man was in the plane’s washroom urinating and talking to UN Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon on his mobile phone right as the plane flew above the statue of Christ of the Andes.

The statue of Christ of the Andes had been unveiled on March 13th 1904.

109 years later on March 13th 2013, an Argentinian Jorge Mario Bergoglio would be elected Pope and take the name Francis.

. . .

The Park Avenue billionaire was listening to the radio.

Pro-Russian militias were not leaving government buildings in eastern Ukraine- one of the conditions in yesterday’s accord in Geneva between the U.S. , the EU and Russia.

Meanwhile Poland’s Defence Minister Tomasz Siemoniak announced that U.S. ground forces would soon be deployed in Poland in response to the Ukraine crisis.

The Park Avenue billionaire smiled as he sipped his glass of sherry.

All was going according to plan.

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday April 18th
2014.

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Blood Red Moon Passover

April 14, 2014 at 7:59 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, Mystery/horror, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Blood Red Moon Passover

As the high-ranking American diplomat prepared to enter NATO Headquarters in Brussels Belgium for discussions on the ongoing military escalation of the crisis in Ukraine, he started to wonder why the symbol for NATO also contained the acronym in reverse OTAN.

He suddenly noticed a figure entering NATO Headquarters.

The figure, he thought to himself, closely resembled artistic depictions he had seen of the Norse god Odin.

Or as he was called in the Old High German tongue Wotan.

. . .

Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley was howling and barking all over the streets of Moscow having turned into a werewolf with the presence of the full moon in the night sky.

But as the moon was eclipsed in tonight’s lunar eclipse, he turned back into human form.

As he did, he was attacked by a strikingly beautiful long- haired brunette woman wearing a very tight skirted gold mini- dress and black silk fishnet nylons and literally glowing blood red spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.

The woman was Russian Vampiress Svetlana Kireeva an agent of the FSB.

As she bit his neck and drained and sucked a little blood, the Greek vampire Ares (who was worshipped as Mars the god of war by the ancient Romans) walked by.

As the Red Planet Mars rose above the blood red moon in the Moscow night sky, Ares remarked sadly in a loud voice, “I have the feeling that my girl friend Aphrodite is cheating on me and making love to somebody else and it isn’t her husband Hephaestus.”

“It’s Wotan the chief god of the Germanic pantheon she’s making love to,” Svetlana called out after him as blood dripped down from her fangs.

. . .

The lunar eclipse was not visible in the Jerusalem night sky as the Controller of the Golem walked back home from his synagogue where he had been attending Passover services.

However as he looked at the night sky, he thought he could see a huge serpent like figure rising above the Temple Mount.

It gave a whole new meaning and a rather eerie one at that to that ageless question that’s asked at every Passover, “Why is this night different from all other nights?”.

. . .

The Royal Canadian Navy ship Sir John A. MacDonald was sailing in the North Atlantic.

As the captain peered through his binoculars, he thought he could see a huge passenger ship appearing on the horizon.

That was strange.

He looked at his watch.

It was 11:40 PM April 14th 2014.

There weren’t supposed to be any passenger ships in this area at this time.

Stranger still, the passenger ship seemed to be a giant colossal steamship.

The captain thought the age of huge passenger steamships was surely past.

As the ship seemed to edge closer towards his own vessel, he again peered through his binoculars so he could see the name of the ship.

What the – ?

The name said, R. M. S. Titanic.

The ship that had struck an iceberg at 11:40 PM ship’s time the evening of April 14th 1912.

And had finally sunk beneath the waves of the North Atlantic at 2:20
AM the early morning of April 15th 1912.

. . .

The radio was on in the Park Avenue apartment of the New York City billionaire who had recently hired contract assassin and serial killer Pan Goatee.

Although no one was in the room.

The body of the parrot Caesar still lay dead on the floor of his bird cage after he had been shot and killed by the New York City billionaire a few days before.

So far the maid still hadn’t dropped by to bury Caesar not to praise it.

“Good evening New York,” the voice on the radio said, “or perhaps I should say Good morning since it’s now 2:20 AM. Did you catch tonight’s lunar eclipse? I didn’t get a chance to get out of the broadcast booth. And speaking of broadcasts, this is my 102nd broadcast on this station.
And speaking of the number 102, it’s been 102 years since the Titanic sank…”

At that moment the huge globe of the world (with the grotesque face painted on it) that sat in front of the huge black curtain behind which the billionaire sat when he received visitors- crashed to the floor and shattered into over 7 billion tiny pieces.

. . .

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday April 14th
2014.

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