Pike’s Plan

February 3, 2017 at 12:43 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Yes, the Golden Circle superstate would come into existence, Robur Pike reflected.

And Havana, Cuba would be its capital.

But of course something would have to be done about Cuban President Raul Castro.

Fortunately Cuban Revolution senior statesman Fidel Castro had done the Knights of the Golden Circle a favour and kicked the bucket back in November.

But Cuban President Raul Castro was still alive and kicking.

And plotting to establish a Marxist New World Order that would receive the Apostolic Blessing of Pope Francis.

Robur Pike figured he’d better nip that in the bud right away.

He crushed a white rose and a red rose that he had bought from an elderly Cuban woman who was selling roses in the cafe.

Pike already knew how Raul Castro would be killed. And by whom.

. . .

Salaman the Magician was in Caracas, Venezuela.

In addition to being a successful stage magician, Salaman was also a successful hypnotist.

And he had been hired by a certain individual to hypnotize Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro.

Which is what he was currently doing at the moment.

“Nicolas,” Salaman spoke softly, “listen to me. I am the ghost of Comrade Chavez.”

“You are the ghost of Comrade Chavez,” Maduro spoke in a zombie like voice.

You shall do exactly as I say,” Salaman directed.

“I shall do exactly as you say, Comrade Hugo,” Maduro continued his impersonation of American actor Chuck Norris at his dramatic speaking voice best.

. . .

Raul Castro got off the phone.

He looked at his aide Juan Ernesto Garcia.

“I just got the most peculiar phone call from President Maduro of Venezuela,” Castro pushed the Freeze button on the DVD of the movie The Manchurian Candidate that he had been watching.

“Really?” Juan gave his leader his undivided attention.

“Yes, he needs to see me right away for some reason,” Castro frowned, “he says he’s flying to Havana tonight in his private jet.”

Meanwhile at Havana Airport, another private jet was flying out of the country. Headed towards the Middle East. Robur Pike bid the lights of Havana good-bye from his window.

He then lay back in his plane’s hot tub, sipped on a martini and thanked Lucifer that he wasn’t a Syrian refugee.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 1st
2017.

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Robur The Conquerer II In Havana

February 2, 2017 at 1:42 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Havana, Cuba.

The individual called Robur The Conquerer II sat in a Havana jazz lounge drinking rum and Coca-Cola.

As the melodies of Cuban jazz played on Spanish guitar filtered through the night air, Robur watched convertible cars of the late 1950s drive by.

One of the benefits of the U.S. trade embargo, Robur thought to himself.

Cuba was a land of classic cars.

It would definitely survive a Kim Jong-un inspired Electro-Magnetic Pulse (EMP) attack on North America.

Drivers in the U.S. would see their motor vehicles with their fancy computer and GPS systems come to a crashing halt (perhaps quite literally). While here in Cuba, the automobiles of the 1950s would continue to drive. Perhaps one of the vehicles might become demonically possessed like the 1958 Plymouth Fury in Stephen King’s novel Christine but no harm done.

For Robur was a Luciferian like his DNA genetic parent Albert Pike (Robur had been genetically cloned in a lab in Knoxville, Tennessee back in 1966 from the DNA from locks of hair belonging to the Confederate Brigadier-General, Ku Klux Klan founder and longtime head of Scottish Rite Freemasonry in North America).

Yes, Robur was Luciferian but he wasn’t yet Libertarian like an acquaintance of his Robert (who because he went by the French pronunciation of his name sounded phonetically like his own Jules Verne inspired character name).

The last he had heard was that his friend Robert was busy promoting his combined Luciferian and Libertarian philosophies up in a homeless shelter in Canada telling his fellow homeless that Luciferianism and Libertarianism were the keys to success.

Robur finished his rum and coke and waved to the waitress to bring him another.

Then the would-be conqueror and master of the world (like the title of French novelist Jules Verne’s books about the original Robur) leaned back in his chair and looked up at the Caribbean night sky.

Ah, Havana,

Havana was to have been the capital of the huge nation that his DNA genetic parent Albert Pike had envisioned.

A nation that would be made up of the Confederate States of America, Mexico, Central America, northern South America and the Caribbean.

The huge superstate would form a perfect circle- a golden circle- united in a surplus of goods, gold, resources and slaves. And the eye and center of this circle would be Havana, Cuba. Hence why Havana would be the capital of the Golden Circle superstate run by the Knights of the Golden Circle.

But the superstate never came to pass.

The Confederate States of America had gone and lost the bloody Civil War.

Britain and France had covertly backed the Confederacy. Czarist Russia had openly backed the Union.

Napoleon III was to pull his French troops out of Mexico in 1866 in the wake of the Union victory the year before.

The North American British colonies of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Lower Canada (Quebec) and Upper Canada (Ontario) united into the Dominion of Canada in the wake of the Union victory to stand together against a possible American invasion.

Meanwhile the Union on good terms with Czarist Russia had purchased the territory of Alaska from the Czarist government in 1867.

But despite that, some 141 years after the purchase, Sarah Palin, while campaigning for the U.S. Vice-Presidency in 2008, claimed that she was still able to see Russia from her house.

Robur Pike saw a shooting star in the heavens at that moment.

He smiled.

Some star was descending.

While his own star would be ascending.

Albert Pike’s dream was not dead..

His Knights of the Golden Circle superstate would yet be born.

Havana would be its capital.

The Golden Circle superstate had only been delayed. Not destroyed.

The Union that Lincoln had fought for would go down in flames.

The new kid on the block in Washington DC – Donald Trump – would see to that.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 1st
2017.

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Robur The Conquerer II and The Black Hand

February 1, 2017 at 11:58 am (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

The individual they called Robur the Conquerer II (who was a genetic clone of Confederate Brigadier-General Albert Pike- created in a Knoxville Tennessee genetics lab by Operation Paperclip Nazi scientist Dr. Eckhart Fromm back in 1966) sailed in his airship The Albatross II high above Quebec City, Canada.

And down in the streets of Quebec City, a severed charcoal burnt Black Hand crawled along the cobbled pavements clutching a blood stained Swastika flag.

–A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday January 30th
2017.

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Adolf Hitler: The Opera Act I, scene i

December 13, 2016 at 5:32 pm (History, Music, Musicals, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Adolf Hitler: The Opera Act I, Scene i

Renfield R. Renfield had been commissioned by an individual known only as Robur The Conquerer to write an opera about the life of Adolf Hitler.

Most artists would have been reluctant to write an opera about a figure of such infamy.

Renfield was the type of artist who would not succumb to such reluctance.

He’d do anything for money- or a great tasting tuna fish sandwich- or a steamy blow job from a sexy and voluptuous porn star in a hot tub.

Robur The Conquerer arranged for Renfield to get all three.

As a result, Renfield was now working on an opera about Adolf Hitler.

Act I, scene i, Adolf Hitler: The Opera

(The young Hitler stands on the set of a Wagnerian opera that was staged in Linz, Austria and imagines himself to be the knight Parsifal)

Hitler (singing) : To be a Fuhrer King,
to be a Fuhrer King
it is, it is, a glorious thing to be a Fuhrer King.

(He pauses)

Hitler (breaks into song again):
How much is that Swastika in the window?
The only with the squiggly tail.
I do hope that Swastika is for sale.

(He pauses again)

Hitler: I could have Crystal Night
I could have Crystal Night
I could send my troopers
in German beer stein stupors
And smash a thousand windows…

(He pauses again)

Hitler: Oh why can’t the Germans teach their children how to hate
Oh why can’t the Germans teach their children how to hate
For being the Aryan Master Race is assuredly our fate…

(He pauses again)

Hitler: The camps are alive with the sound of screaming
with screams they have screamed
for a thousand years
Our Reich will be blessed with the sound of screaming…

Hitler: Stormtroopers with pistols
marching to Aryan whistles
these are a few of my favourite things…

(He pauses again)

Hitler: Old Jews charge exorbitant rent
Kaisers and Czars are duly spent
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the world

I know all of the nations and all of their names
They will drown in Nordic god rains
old legends I have found
will make our Aryan future sound
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the World

(He pauses again)

Hitler: To be a Fuhrer King,
to be a Fuhrer King
it is, it is a glorious thing
to be a Fuhrer King

Deep Booming Sinister Voice (from back of the theatre) : And what would you give, young Adolf, in return for being a Fuhrer King?

-A Renfieldian opera
written by Christopher
Thursday December 8th
2016.

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Belvedere, Mitt Romney and The Mormon Archives

November 24, 2016 at 6:20 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Religion, The Supernatural, Theology, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Belvedere, Mitt Romney and The Mormon Archives

Belvedere the Ghost White Salamander and reporter for the Times of London was once again meeting with the London parking lot, office building and apartment building owning millionaire Ryan Rider.

Ryan Rider (through methods he didn’t elaborate on) had access to the files of the mysterious individual who called himself Robur The Conquerer (Robur was, as it turns out, a genetic clone of U.S. Civil War Confederate General Albert Pike who had been cloned from Pike’s DNA back in 1966 by Nazi scientist Eckhart Fromm who had been brought into the U.S. through Operation Paperclip).

“You have something for me, Mr. Rider?” Belvedere asked as he approached Rider’s office (a 4-door rusty gold coloured GMC truck) that was parked in the middle of the Not So Standard Parking Lot.

“Damn,” Rider swore, “someone just text messaged me asking me what my postal code is.”

The eccentric and postal code phobic millionaire started hyperventilating.

“Please get ahold of yourself, Mr. Rider,” Belvedere spoke exasperatedly, “On the phone, you said you discovered the reason why Donald Trump is making a rapprochement with his old Republican Party enemy Mitt Romney. There’s even talk that the President-elect may name Mitt Romney as his Secretary of State.”

“That’s right,” Ryan Rider grinned, “I’ve discovered the reason why Donald Trump is making a rapprochement with Mitt Romney.”

There was silence in the Not So Standard Parking Lot.

“Well would you mind telling me before Hell freezes over?” Belvedere stated as it started to snow in the Not So Standard Parking Lot.

Ryan Rider blew his nose and gazed at Belvedere, “Have you ever heard of the Mormon Archives, Mr. Belvdere?”.

“You mean the archives the Mormon Church keeps that have reams of genealogical research on families from all around the world?” Belvedere asked.

“That is correct, Mr. Belvedere,” Ryan Rider smiled with both a twinkle and a snowflake in his eye, “and do you know what is to be found in those Mormon Archives that is the direct cause of the rapprochement between Trump and Romney? What Romney discovered about the Trump family’s ancestry in those files that led Romney to reconcile with Trump?”.

“No,” Belvedere shook his head, “if I knew what was to be found in those Mormon Archives genealogical files that led to the rapprochement between Trump and Romney, I wouldn’t be standing here in this parking lot freezing my ghostly white salamander nuts off talking to you.”

“What Romney found,” Rider approached Belvedere and conspiratorially whispered in his ghostly white salamander ears, “is that Donald Trump is a direct descendant of the marriage between Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene.”

“Holy shit!” Belvedere exclaimed.

“Well I believe it was Holy Blood, Holy Grail that was the name of the book that first publicly postulated that there was a blood line in the world today that was directly descended from the marriage of Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene,” Rider pointed out.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday November 22nd
2016.

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Nazi Scientist Eckhart Fromm and His Attempt At Human Genetic Cloning

October 8, 2016 at 3:59 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Science-Fiction, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Nazi Scientist Eckhart Fromm and His Attempt At Human Genetic Cloning

“Did the Nazis ever do genetic cloning?” Amadeus Emanon asked the contemporary world’s leading genetic cloning scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher of Set Enterprises.

“They probably would have if the Third Reich hadn’t lost the Second World War,” Dr. Cadbury Rocher put a plate of tea and crumpets above an untouched dish of sauerkraut, “they were headed in that direction.”

“So no Nazi genetic cloning then eh?” Amadeus bit into a crumpet.

“Well there was a Nazi scientist Dr. Eckhart Fromm brought into the U.S. through Operation Paperclip,” Dr. Rocher reflected, “there were rumours that he had cloned an individual from locks of hair of an historical personage while working in a laboratory in Knoxville, Tennessee back in the 1960s.”

“Dr. Fromm just cloned this one individual?” Amadeus asked.

“That’s right,” Dr. Rocher nodded, “he’d have probably cloned more but when he decided to try the art of parachuting one fine day in 1966, he made the mistake of grabbing the pilot’s knapsack instead of the parachute before jumping out of the plane. The resulting deadly impact promptly put an end to any future cloning plans he might have had.”

“And who was this historical personage that Dr. Fromm was supposed to have cloned from locks of hair?” Amadeus inquired.

“Confederate Brigadier-General Albert Pike,” Dr. Rocher replied.

“I see,” Amadeus nodded.

“I’m being called back to the lab on an emergency involving Paris Trojanus the kleptomaniac grizzly and a 19th Century Siberian bear trap,” Dr. Rocher stated as he checked the text messages on his smart phone.

When Dr. Rocher left the room, Amadeus wondered what had become of the Albert Pike clone.

Meanwhile high above the skies of London, the mysterious individual who called himself Robur The Conquerer II flew in his space soaring plane.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday October 4th
2016.

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Ghost and Rider Part Three

September 17, 2016 at 1:00 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, International Intrigue, Science-Fiction, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Ryan Rider’s files on Robur The Conquerer were stolen from Rider’s home- a red Pontiac Firebird (or was it a red Pontiac Sunbird since Rider couldn’t remember?).

When Ryan’s wife pulled up in their home ((the red Pontiac bird of some sort or other) next to Ryan’s office (a 4-door rusty gold coloured GMC truck) in the Not So Standard Parking Lot, the files were discovered to be missing.

London police were called and when a policeman arrived at the parking lot and started asking questions about postal codes, this sent Rider into a cardiac arrest he wasn’t able to recover from and an ambulance had to be called to the scene.

The only thing Mrs. Rider could recall about a possible thief was she noticed a hamster running away from the motor vehicle/home at some point in the evening.

She noticed the hamster run around a corner. Later when she drove around the same corner, she noticed no hamster running but some guy who was trying to pick up a well-known British actress and ended up getting his face slapped.

The man was then grabbed off the sidewalk by a group of leather skirted women and thrown into a darkened Rolls-Royce limousine that was marked Sherrielock Holmes’ Dominatrix Services.

Belvedere wrote down the name that he was given by Mrs. Rider. He had once worked with Sherrielock Holmes many many years ago when he was still human prior to being turned into a ghost white salamander and then the ghost of a ghost white salamander.

(For more information on Belvedere’s background please read…

https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2016/06/27/george-belvedere-duhamel-a-vampire-wild-west-tale/

https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2016/06/28/belvederes-career-as-wild-west-outlaw/

https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2016/06/29/belvedere-in-hayden-colorado/

https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/belvedere-and-the-vampire/

)

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday September 14th
2016.

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Ghost and Rider Part Two

September 13, 2016 at 4:12 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Humour, International Intrigue, Science-Fiction, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

Ghost and Rider Part Two

Ryan Rider was the name of the enigmatic London parking lot and apartment building millionaire who had a phobia when it came to postal codes.

Belvedere the Ghost White Salamander and cub reporter for The Times of London had arranged a meeting with the mysterious enigmatic Ryan Rider.

He was able to arrange the meeting by calling Rider on his cell phone.

“How did you get this number?” The paranoid sounding Rider asked.

“From a mutual friend,” Belvedere whispered.

“Who’s this mutual friend?” Ryan asked as he wondered why he was the equivalent of $6.25 US short in that day’s take forgetting that he had purchased two hot dogs and a coffee for one of his parking lot attendants in an effort to appear charitable.

“I can’t reveal my sources,” Belvedere said in words reminiscent of Bob Woodward (or was it Carl Bernstein?) from the movie All The President’s Men.

“What do you want?” Rider asked.

“Everything you know about Robur The Conquerer,” Belvedere replied.

Silence reigned on the other side of the line.

“Are you there, Mr. Rider?” Belvedere asked.

“I had a momentary heart attack and brain aneurysm simultaneously,” Rider answered, “but I’m better now. I’ll meet you tonight midnight at The Not So Standard Parking Lot. Come alone.”

Click.

Rider had hung up.

Belvedere put the phone down and reached for his ghostly white trenchcoat and ghostly white fedora hat.

. . .

Midnight. The Not So Standard Parking Lot. The place was empty of motor vehicles. An owl hooted atop a sign that said Steve’s Chair Is Missing. A black cat knocked over a ladder. A rabbit bit the head off an orange coloured toy medieval knight that a child had dropped in the parking lot.

Belvedere lit a ghostly ectoplasmic cigarette with a ghostly ectoplasmic match.

Suddenly a massive pair of headlights came on, an ignition was started, an engine roared and tires spun.

The headlights came right at him. Then a screech of brakes as the vehicle hit the wall.

“Damn, I can’t believe I crashed again,” Rider swore, “I hope my insurance adjuster doesn’t ask me for the postal code of the area where it happened.”

He looked shocked as he noticed Belvedere standing there inhaling and exhaling his ghostly ectoplasmic cigarette.

“I thought I killed you with my truck,” Rider grimaced, “why are you still standing?”.

“I’m already dead,” the ghost white salamander replied, “I’m a ghost.”

“Damn, I hate it when that happens,” Rider shook his head.

“So tell me about Robur, Mr, Rider,” Belvedere took out his ghostly ectoplasmic notebook and his ghostly ectoplasmic pen.

“Step into my office,” Rider opened the front passenger side door of his rusty gold-coloured GMC 4-door truck.

Belvedere laughed.

“Don’t laugh,” Rider snapped as his face turned red and looked like he was about to have another simultaneous heart attack and brain aneurysm, “this really is my office.”

Belvedere was about to enter the vehicle but then wondered where he could sit.

“Hold on,” Rider said, “let me clean this place up a bit.”

Rider threw a few filing cabinets, a fax machine and a coffee pot out the passenger door and on to the pavement of the parking lot.

“Okay, sit there,” Rider commanded.

Belvedere sat in the passenger seat.

Rider entered the truck/office through the driver’s door.

“Damn, I banged my knee on my desk again,” Rider threw his desk out on to the parking lot pavement.

Then Rider tried sitting again.

“Oh damn, now I’ve got the arm of my Executive CEO’s Chair up my ass again,” Rider cried.

He threw a very fancy office chair out the driver’s door of the 4-door GMC truck.

“Now, what was it you wanted to know again?” Rider asked as he sat next to Belvedere.

“Who is Robur The Conquerer?” Belvedere asked.

“Robur The Conquerer,” Rider dove into the back seat knocking over several water coolers and chocolate bar and potato chip vending machines, “let me check my files. I wonder if I’ve got it under R for Robur or C for Conquerer.”

“By the way,” Belvedere peered at him over the seat, “what’s the postal code of this parking lot?”.

“What?’ Rider looked like he was about to have his third simultaneous heart attack and brain aneurysm of the past 24 hours.

“It’s my editor,” Belvedere held up his Samsung Galaxy Ghost Ectoplasmic 7 smart phone, “he wants to know the postal code of this parking lot.”

“Oh God,” Rider leapt over the seat back into the driver’s seat again, “damn, I think I just crushed the keys to the executive washroom between my balls.”

Belvedere stared at Rider in a nonchalant fashion.

Rider whipped out his own smart phone and started dialing a number.

“Hello,” Rider barked into the phone, “what’s the postal code of the Not So Standard Parking Lot?”.

Rider paused to listen to a response.

“Well, you’re my accountant,” Rider turned apoplectic as he started working on his 4th simultaneous heart attack and brain aneurysm of the past 24 hours, “I pay you to know these things.”

Belvedere continued to look nonchalant.

“Hold on,” Rider said quite exasperated, “let me find a pen and paper.”

He threw several old typewriters, a Mac 87 and a Windows 95 computer out of the glove compartment while he searched for a pen and paper.

“Got it,” Rider gritted his teeth, “now, what’s the fucking postal code again?”.

Rider wrote down the postal code.

He thanked the accountant and ended the call.

“What’s the postal code of the other parking lot you own?” Belvedere asked just as Rider was about to have a sigh of relief on his face.

“What?” Rider started working on his 5th simultaneous heart attack and brain aneurysm of the past 24 hours.

“My editor wants the postal code of the other parking lot you own,” Belvedere explained.

“For fuck’s sakes,” Rider began dialing his accountant’s number on his smart phone again, “Yes, what’s the postal code of my other parking lot? The one across the street from the car wash?”.

Rider started writing again.

“Oh shit, my pen just ran out of ink,” the parking lot and apartment building millionaire dived into the back seat again, “oh for fuck’s sake, I think I just ruined my chances for having any more children. Now, where did I put my other pen? Oh, here’s the hammer I was looking for last week…”

Belvedere took notes of Rider’s performance having never encountered such an individual before.

After finally finding his other pen and writing down the second postal code, Rider asked Belvedere what else he wanted to know.

“All you’ve got on Robur The Conquerer,” Belvedere smiled.

“Oh, that,” Rider leapt over the back seat again, “now did I leave it in the R filing cabinet or the C filing cabinet? I really should computerize all my files. A Toshiba laptop is a lot easier to carry around for an office than this beat-up old GMC 4-door truck. A lot easier on the testicles too I suspect.”

Suddenly Rider started hitting his head and saying, “Oh, what a dummy. Oh, what a dummy.”

“What is it?” Belvedere asked.

“I suddenly remembered I left both my R and C files at home,” Rider got on his mobile phone again, “Hello honey? Can you swing the red Pontiac Sunbird… or is it a red Pontiac Firebird?… I can never remember… around to the Not So Standard Parking Lot. I left a few files there.”

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday September 11th
2016.

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Ghost and Rider

September 12, 2016 at 4:03 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Humour, International Intrigue, News, Science-Fiction, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Ghost and Rider

Belvedere the ghost of the Ghost White Salamander who wasn’t being paid enough as a magician’s assistant to Salaman the Magician now worked as a reporter for The Times of London.

He had recently returned from Moscow where he had had a successful interview with Russian President Vladimir Putin.

The shocking revelations of that interview had caused British Prime Minister Theresa May to accidently put cayenne pepper instead of brown sugar on her porridge for breakfast that morning at 10 Downing Street.

Her subsequent screams were even more shrill than when Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau took his shirt off upon meeting her a few days before and asked her if she wanted to pose for a selfie with him.

Now Belvedere had just read an article in The New York Times about a mysterious multi-billionaire who called himself Robur The Conquerer (after the Jules Verne character) who was plotting to fulfill a prophecy that American Scottish Rite Freemason Albert Pike was alleged to have made in a letter dated August 15th 1871 to Italian revolutionary leader Giuseppe Mazzini.

The letter allegedly prophesied 3 world wars and during the third and final war, Pike was alleged to have told Mazzini that the Zionist State of Israel and the Islamic states of the Middle East would destroy one another.

Of course many doubts had been expressed about the authenticity of the letter that Pike had supposedly written to Mazzini.

But whether the Pike-Mazzini letter was genuine or not, this mysterious Robur The Conquerer was hoping to make the prophecy of the Third World War described in the letter (whether genuine or forgery) come true.

“Such a madman must be stopped.”

Those were the final words that New York Times reporter Colin Halloway had written in his article before keeling over after eating a hot fudge sundae that had been heavily laced with polonium-210 an extremely lethal radioactive poison.

The milkshake bar and diner where Halloway had eaten the hot fudge sundae was now under investigation by the City of New York Food and Health Safety Department for possible unauthorized use of radioactive products in the kitchen.

Belvedere was wondering where he could get possible information about the mysterious Robur The Conquerer.

Suddenly the phone rang.

Belvedere had learned how to pick up earthly material based phones with his ghostly ghost white salamander arms after quite a lengthy number of attempts and failures before eventual success (For more information on the origins of Belvedere The Ghost White Salamander please read

https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2016/05/31/the-ghost-white-salamander/

)

So the Ghost White Salamander with great agility picked up the phone.

“Hello?” Belvedere spoke into the receiver.

“This is a friend,” said a voice on the other end.

“That’s nice to know,” Belvedere threw a package outside his office window that had written on it From An Enemy.

The package exploded when it hit the street below.

“I work as a parking lot attendant,” said the voice.

“Really? How much do you make?” asked Belvedere.

“Not much,” answered the voice, “my boss takes a large take even though he’s a millionaire. He owns several parking lots and apartment buildings all across the City of London.”

“How much does he charge for rent?” Belvedere asked.

The place the Ghost White Salamander was currently haunting was a bit too run down for his liking.

“I have no idea,” the voice answered, “but a friend of mine was going to rent a place of his until he discovered the sole window in the apartment was only six inches by six inches and looked out over a darkened alley.”

“That’s terrible,” Belvedere stated as he tried to eat a ghostly ectoplasm hot fudge sundae.

“It is,” agreed the voice, “what I’m calling about is either my boss is the mysterious Robur The Conquerer or he knows the mysterious Robur The Conquerer.”

Suddenly a loud crash could be heard from the other end of the phone.

“What was that?” A concerned Belvedere asked.

“My boss’ truck just crashed into one of the cars parked in the parking lot,” answered the voice.

“I can’t believe it,” another and a lot angrier voice could be heard in the background, “some idiot just phoned me on my cell phone and asked me what my postal code was.”

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday September 10th
2016.

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Robur The Conquerer

September 10, 2016 at 12:55 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Science-Fiction, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

On the cinematic theatre-sized screen in his private quarters aboard the plane, the individual known as Robur The Conquerer had a large electronic map of the globe of the world projected on the screen in front of him.

From here, Robur examined the world’s trouble spots.

The plane flew into space. For Robur’s planes already ventured forth where Sir Richard Branson’s Virgin planes only dreamed of venturing.

The Conquerer looked out the window and looked out at the world in real space and time.

. . .

“Who is Robur the Conquerer?” New York Times reporter Colin Hallaway asked CIA Agent Kirk Sandringham.

Sandringham had requested the meeting with his fellow Political Science undergraduate classmate Halloway.

Both had gone their separate ways after graduating from Princeton.

Sandringham had been recruited by the CIA.

Halloway had gone into journalism and eventually became a reporter with The New York Times.

“I have no idea,” Sandringham answered.

“You were the one who contacted me,” Halloway pointed out, “requesting an interview with your remarks being off the record.”

“I know,” Sandringham nodded, “for the past 7 years, I’ve kept hearing at the agency about this individual who’s known only as Robur The Conquerer. I’m not really sure what his agenda was. But after the demonstrations in Tunisia in early 2011 that toppled the government there, it seemed to be his influence that was pushing this administration into embracing the Arab Spring leading to the toppling of Mubarak in Egypt, Qaddafi in Libya and backing the overthrow of Assad in Syria.”

“For what purpose?” Halloway inquired.

“I’m not sure,” Sandringham shrugged, “to support democracy and peace in the Middle East is what he has convinced the current administration of. But lately through information I’ve received, I suspect he’s planning something else.”

“What exactly?” Halloway wanted to know.

“The destruction of Islam,” Sandringham replied.

Halloway had to laugh, “How’s he going to accomplish that?”.

“Through the use of nuclear weapons,” Sandringham looked directly at Halloway.

The answer silenced Halloway for a minute.

“I see,” Halloway finally spoke, “any idea how and when this use of nuclear weapons will occur?”.

“I’m not quite certain at this stage,” Sandringham looked in the direction of the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbour.

This time Sandringham fell silent.

“Is there something else?” Halloway inquired.

“The election,” Sandringham stated blandly.

“What about the election?” Halloway drew his chair close to hear Sandringham’s response.

“Who’s the most anti-Muslim of the two candidates running?” Sandringham looked at Halloway.

His tone of voice didn’t sound so bland.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday September 7th
2016.

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