Taking A Photo of A Vampiress

July 31, 2019 at 10:54 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Taking A Photo of A Vampiress

Genetically modified super soldiers were in London England awaiting their deployment to the Persian Gulf and the Middle East.

The super soldiers had been created by DARPA scientist Dr. Faustus Imhotep.

Among the many things they had been injected with was a youth serum to keep them young.

This mission to the Middle East was to be their first.

A chance for Imhotep to test their ability.

The DARPA doctor had booked the soldiers into a swanky London hotel.

Faustus Imhotep was sure the super soldiers would enjoy a little R and R before heading out on their mission.

And to stay in one of the best London hotels- surely nothing could possibly go wrong.

. . .

Selznick Foret was an aspiring photographer looking for his big break.

He sent an email to Vanity Fair magazine showing some of his work.

One of the editors answered saying that he was impressed with the photos and that if Foret sent them photos of a very unique and interesting subject, they might publish his photos.

Where, Foret wondered, would he find an interesting subject?

. . .

It just so happened that Foret ran into British MP Renfield R. Renfield now a member of the new British cabinet.

Foret had taken the photo for Renfield’s official parliamentary portrait and the MP loved his work.

Foret told Renfield his predicament.

It just so happened that the Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing was with Renfield at the time.

Van Helsing told Foret that his girlfriend the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec was on her way to London.

She would probably agree to pose for a bunch of photos.

Foret was ecstatic.

And so was the editor at Vanity Fair.

Photographs of a vampiress would definitely sell a lot of copies of the magazine.

. . .

Qonzilqointec agreed to pose for the photos.

She would pose for them in her hotel room in a swanky London hotel.

When she arrived at the London hotel, she was looking very tired and haggard after a long flight.

The Aztec vampiress apologized for her appearance.

“Once I’ve drank blood, I should look really young again,” she smiled at him bearing her lovely teeth.

Selznick Foret suddenly felt troubled.

Would he have to make the ultimate sacrifice for getting the perfect picture?

Would he have to offer his neck and his blood to her in order to get her looking young and fresh for the photo session?

“It’s all right,” the vampiress smiled again as if she could read his thoughts, “I’ve got a suitcase of synthetic blood in my room. When I drink that, I should be fine.”

Selznick Foret went back to his own room to get his camera equipment while Qonzilqointec partook of her life giving refreshment.

The vampiress went to her room and when she checked her suitcases, she was horrified to discover that the hotel had misplaced her suitcase containing bottles of synthetic blood.

The blood had been delivered to the room of an American Internal Revenue Service auditor staying at the hotel along with a suitcase full of stones (that should have been sent to the room of a geologist staying at the hotel).

Qonzilqointec realized she’d have to break her promise to Dracul Van Helsing and drink real human blood in order to survive the night.

The vampiress walked around the hotel wondering who she should attack.

Meanwhile the genetically modified super soldiers were in their hotel room having a wild party.

The Aztec vampiress opened the unlocked door of the hotel room.

She recognized the men as genetically modified super soldiers from photos in a tweet that Donald Trump had published on his Twitter account in which he had boasted about American military superiority and intelligence.

Being Mexican, Qonzilqointec was not a big fan of Donald Trump to say the least.

And as it turned out, despite DARPA’s best efforts, the genetically modified super soldiers were no match for a good old fashioned vampiress.

After drinking all the blood of the genetically modified super soldiers, Qonzilqointec looked very young indeed.

The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec posing for a Selznick Foret photograph.

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher 
Wednesday July 31st
2019.

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Qonzilqointec Encounters Neo-Nazi Billionaire In Dubai

June 13, 2019 at 10:43 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Spy Tales, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )


Wearing protective sunblock invented for her by Set Enterprises’ chief scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher, the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec was walking the streets of Dubai.

After touring Dubai’s extensive fashion district, she went to have lunch in a restaurant atop one of the city’s sky scraping towers.

It was while she was having lunch that she recognized the Havana-based Neo-Nazi billionaire Robur Pike sitting in the very same restaurant.

Robur Pike who called himself Robur The Conquerer II flew around in a giant propeller powered airship called The Albatross II.

Robur Pike had been genetically cloned from locks of hair belonging to Confederate Brigadier-General Albert Pike (a high-ranking Scottish Rite Freemason, Lucifer worshipper, racist and Ku Klux Klansman) in a Knoxville, Tennessee genetics laboratory back in 1966 by a Nazi scientist Dr. Eckhart Fromm who had been brought to the United States through Operation Paperclip.

Robur Pike lived in Havana, Cuba (due to the huge financial donations he ironically gave the Cuban Communist Party) because that was the city his DNA father Albert Pike envisioned as the capital of a vast slave empire that would include not only the Confederate States of America but also Mexico and various Central American and Caribbean states as well as the South American nation of Brazil.

Various wealthy landowners in Mexico, Central America and Brazil as well as generals in those nations’ armies sympathetic to the cause were prepared to throw their support behind the Confederacy and send troops and soldiers north in support of the Confederacy to battle the Union Army.

The plan fell apart in a meeting in 1864 between Jefferson Davis (President of the Confederate States of America), Albert Pike and Robert E. Lee.

Lee who had only assumed command in the Confederate Army because his beloved home region of northern Virginia had voted to join the Confederacy was opposed to the plan.

Lee, a devout Christian, had become personally an abolitionist over time and while he supported the right of the southern states to secede (something that was actually granted in the U.S. Constitution), he personally thought the Confederacy would have to come to abolish slavery itself because he became convinced that no modern nation could be built on such an abhorrent institution.

Lee told Davis that if the Confederate President backed the Pike Plan, he Lee would join the Union Army.

The plan fell apart.

And Pike (the founder of the Knights of the Golden Circle the Masonic paramilitary group that backed the idea of an intercontinental slave empire of the Americas) never forgave Lee.

But disciples of the Devil can have the last laugh for a while in history.

Beginning in 2015, the brainless anarcho-Marxist thugs and hooligans of Antifa sought to have statues of Robert E. Lee torn down throughout the south with their efforts being applauded by brainless liberal allies in the U.S. news media and brainless liberal U.S. politicians.

Totally oblivious to the fact that Lee had in fact saved the Union through his rejection of the Pike Plan.

But such is the attitude of a narcissistic nation that had in 2016 elected a narcissistic President.

For even most U.S. historians (including those at Harvard and Yale) were unaware of Pike’s plan.

A Master’s Degree History student from Brazil who was researching the papers of powerful Brazilian families and generals from the 19th Century knew about the Pike, Davis and Lee meeting.

But since American academia seemed to ignore the role that other world powers tried to play in the U.S. Civil War, such efforts being undertaken outside the U.S. did not fall under their radar.

And Lee had his statues taken down.

And Lee’s Battle Flag of Northern Virginia was adopted as the symbol of segregation by the Ku Klux Klux only in the 1950s.

The so-called Confederate Flag as it was called by brainless northern liberals never was the flag of the Confederate States of America but was in fact Lee’s battle flag for northern Virginia.

But Lee would come to be regarded with opprobrium in 21st Century America while Pike’s statue would continue to stand in Washington DC and Pike would be regarded as a respected Scottish Rite Freemasonic authority the author of the standard Freemasonic text Morals and Dogma.

Qonzilqointec got a text message from British MP Renfield R. Renfield as she gazed over at Pike.

Renfield wondered with Qonzilqointec being over in Dubai, if she’d keep her eyes and ears open as to who might be responsible for today’s attacks on two oil tankers in the Gulf of Oman.

Renfield said he couldn’t put much stock in U.S. Secretary of State Mike Pompeo’s statement that Iran was responsible for the “unprovoked attacks” because as Renfield put it, “He would say that wouldn’t he?”.

A month earlier, 4 oil tankers were slightly damaged in an unclaimed attack off the United Arab Emirates.

The U.S. had blamed Iran for those attacks as well.

Qonzilqointec mentioned to Renfield that Pike was in Dubai and the attack on the Japanese owned Kokuka Courageous and Norwegian owned Front Altair oil tankers were the sort of dirty shenanigans he might be involved in.

“That is interesting,” Renfield sipped his 12 year old single malt highland whisky as he texted, “I wonder who Robur might be working for? The Iranians, the U.S. or in one of those twisted ironies of history, the Israelis? Since it’s an open geopolitical secret that Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu would like nothing less than a U.S. war of regime change coming to Iran.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher 
Thursday June 13th
2019.

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Qonzilqointec Plots Against Trump Tariffs

May 31, 2019 at 10:13 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )


The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec was not happy with the tariffs Trump might levy on Mexico

The stock market fell at the news that Donald Trump might levy tariffs on Mexico if Mexico did not stop Central American immigrants from nearing the U.S.-Mexico border.

“Something must be done,” Qonzilqointec said to British MP Renfield R. Renfield over the phone.

“What did you have in mind?” Renfield asked.

“Well Trump will be in Britain for a state visit next week,” the Aztec vampiress pounded her fist on the desk, “I shall fly to Britain and we shall see what will be done.”

“I shall love to see the results,” Renfield smiled as he loved observing the outcome of a vampiress scorned.

“Strange,” Trump spoke to his aide as he woke up from his nap.

“What is it?” His aide asked.

“I had a dream where my name appeared on the cover of a book titled The Art of Making An Involuntary Blood Transfusion,” Trump seemed surprised.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday May 31st
2019.

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Dracul and Qonzilqointec On Feast Day of Saint Pius X

August 21, 2018 at 10:58 pm (Avatar Speaks, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, love, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Dracul and Qonzilqointec On Feast Day of Saint Pius X

The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec was waiting for Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing.

She wore a low-cut short skirted red rose 🌹 decorated white mini dress and a pair of spiked stiletto high-heeled sandals 👡 whose colour matched her purse 👜.

As soon as Dracul saw her, he realized right then and there that he’d have to take her right then and there on the spot.

Qonzilqointec was expecting that (in fact she was immensely looking forward to it) and so she hadn’t worn any panties under her dress.

Dracul mounted her and they engaged in several hours of highly orgasmic tantric sex which had a major effect on the Ring of Fire around the Pacific Ocean 🌊.

Coincidentally 69 (yes, 69) major earthquakes hit the Ring of Fire and the area around the Yellowstone super volcano 🌋 was on high alert.

. . .

August 21st was the Feast Day of Pope Saint Pius X.

Pope Francis didn’t really relish celebrating the Feast as Saint Pius X had been a Pope who believed in the existence of Hell (much to Pope Francis’ discomfort).

Nevertheless he said a commemoration Mass today for the sake of appearances.

No telling what Cardinal Raymond Burke and Cardinal Robert Sarah would have said if he hadn’t.

Pope Francis then left the Mass for his meeting to discuss the environment and sustainable development for Earth 🌏 Mother Gaia with Lev Tomi the Secretary of the UN Secretariat On The Environment and Climate Change.

Lev Tomi was a vampire.

In his mortal life he had been the Russian Bolshevik revolutionary Leon Trotsky who had a falling out with Josef Stalin and was expelled from the USSR in February 1929.

It was on this date August 21st back in 1940 that Trotsky had been bitten on the neck and turned into a vampire by the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec in Mexico City.

The bite that changed him from mortal to vampiric immortal happened shorty after midnight 🕛 Mexico City local time on August 21st.

If he hadn’t been turned into a vampire, he would have succumbed to his head wounds from an ice pick attack to the head and died.

The ice pick attack happened on August 20th 1940 in Mexico City and was administered by Spanish-born Stalinist agent Ramon Mercader acting on Stalin’s orders.

Trotsky’s “death” was announced to the world as a way to prevent any further attacks on his person by agents of Josef Stalin (it also saved Stalinist agents the embarrassment of having to carry Crosses and Crucifixes and Holy Water as well as hawthorn wooden stakes on their person in an effort to dispose of Trotsky in his current state).

Trotsky changed his name to Lev Tomi and moved to New York City where he worked as a non-starving artist (since he didn’t have to pay to drink blood- his main diet).

When the United Nations was formed in 1945, he got a job working at the UN in New York and worked his way up to become Secretary of The UN Secretariat On The Environment and Climate Change.

“So,” Pope Francis asked Trotsky aka Tomi, “how shall we bring about a world global government to save Mother Earth 🌏?”.

Tomi aka Trotsky told him.

. . .

One of Israel’s leading Kabbalistic rabbis was giving an address in a synagogue on how various mystical rabbis throughout the centuries had predicted the arrival of an alien 👽 ET saviour from another planet who would be the ultimate blessed hope of the Jewish people.

The Mossad agent who was codenamed the Controller of the Golem sat in the front row of the synagogue 🕍 in a state of shock.

Never before had he heard such utter blasphemy.

His gentile guests the Byzantine vampiress Theodora and Prince Vlad Dracula of Wallachia and Count of Transylvania were likewise shocked 😳 😮 as they sat in the front row.

What was really disturbing the Controller thought to himself was that this same Kabbalistic rabbi (who had just prophesied the advent of an alien 👽 ET saviour from another planet) had numerous gentile disciples in America- most of whom were well-known supposedly “Christian” televangelists.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday August 21st
2018.

Qonzilqointec on an historic date-
in every sense of that word.

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The Vampire Set and Lindbergh’s Historic Flight To Paris

May 21, 2017 at 3:31 pm (History, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

90 years ago today.

May 21st 1927.

The billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set was in Paris enjoying a bottle of champagne with Josephine Baker, Ernest Hemingway and the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec.

They were waiting to see if American pilot Charles Lindbergh would arrive in the city in his plane The Spirit of St. Louis and become the first person to fly solo non-stop across the Atlantic.

Twenty minutes after 10 PM on the evening of May 21st 1927, there slipped out of the darkness over the skies a gray white airplane.

At 10:24 PM The Spirit of St. Louis landed.

“Well, I made it,” said Lindbergh.

And the City of Paris went wild.

Lindbergh was carried by hand outside his plane.

Total mayhem among the crowd of 100,000 people who had gathered on the east side of Le Bourget Air Field.

“Paris probably hasn’t seen such excitement since the Armistice of 1918,” Hemingway remarked as he uncorked another bottle of champagne.

“I was being dug out of the prison of my ancient Egyptian tomb on Armistice Day in 1918,” Set recalled.

Both Josephine Baker and Ernest Hemingway laughed at Set’s remark.

Only the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec (being one of the living Undead herself) smiled sympathetically.

“Do you suppose Lindbergh will join us on this sidewalk cafe?” Josephine asked.

“I don’t know,” Hemingway shrugged, “did you invite him?”.

Everyone laughed.

“I wonder if anything else as exciting will happen this year?” Qonzilqointec mused philosophically.

On the other side of the Atlantic, singer and entertainer Al Jolson was sitting in a bar

He heard someone at one of the tables say, “You ain’t heard nothing yet.”

Jolson’s ears perked up.

That would make a great closing line for the new movie he was doing.

The world’s first talkie.

-A vampire novel chapter

written by Christopher

Sunday May 21st

2017.

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Captain Dante Van Helsing and Qonzilqointec

May 17, 2017 at 4:08 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

The date was May 17th 1687.

And the notorious pirate Captain Dante Van Helsing (an ancestor of Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing) was far from his home town of Amsterdam.

He was sailing the Caribbean which was his favourite sea for piracy.

Captain Dante Van Helsing had formed an alliance with the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec.

She was anxious to see Spanish ships raided and sunk as vengeance for the Spanish conquering her Aztec Empire in Mexico.

Captain Dante Van Helsing did these raids on Spanish ships gladly.

And Qonzilqointec would pay Dante back in her bedroom at night.

But then another pirate came into the Caribbean.

A pirate who sailed a Chinese junk ship and called himself Wo Fat.

But despite dressing and looking the part of a Chinese pirate, the individual was really an Englishman and a defrocked Jesuit priest named Alfred Loisy George Tyrrell.

He was defrocked for claiming that Antipope John XXIII (who was himself the notorious pirate Baldassarre Cossa in his early life) who reigned from 1410 to 1415 was in fact a true Pope.

Wo Fat (as he now called himself) after being kicked out of the Jesuit order stole an ancient Greek analogue computer and orrery that was in the possession of one of his Jesuit confreres Father Athanasius Kircher.

He stole the mechanism from Father Kircher’s room on the evening of the latter’s death on November 28th 1680.

Wo Fat used the device to navigate and determine the position of the ships that he raided.

Qonzilqointec spotted the device while flying around as a vampire bat on his ship one night.

She alerted Captain Dante Van Helsing to the existence of the device..

Van Helsing said, “I must have it.”

So Qonzilqointec flew on to Wo Fat’s ship The Albatross and promptly changed from a bat into her alluring vampiric female form.

She brought several good bottles of coconut rum lifted to her from a row boat rowed by Dante.

She went into Wo Fat’s cabin,

After plying him with several goblets of coconut rum and rubbing his bald head against her magnificent bosom

Qonzilqointec With Wo Fat

…. Wo Fat fell asleep.

Whereupon Qonzilqointec stole the device.

She then gave it to Captain Dante Van Helsing on the night of May 17th 1687.

Van Helsing returned home to Amsterdam where he was forced by his parents to marry a good Dutch girl.

“No more running around with these exotic foreign women,” his father had said to him.

So Dante Van Helsing married, settled down, became a maker of Dutch wooden shoes and had four children.

Finally bored to tears, he decided to make one more voyage.

This time to the Aegean Sea.

While there, he encountered a group of alluring looking sirens on a rock near the Greek island of Antikythera.

His ship The Virgil sank.

And went down to the bottom of the sea alongside an earlier Roman era shipwreck.

The Virgil was torn apart by mermaids.

Only Dante’s mysterious mechanism (that Qonzilqointec had pirated away from the pseudo-Chinese pirate Wo Fat) was left behind.

The mechanism was recovered on May 17th 1902.

– A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday May 17th
2017.

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Quetzalcoatl On Dia de Los Muertos

November 2, 2014 at 9:07 pm (Horror, Religion, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Quetzalcoatl On Dia de los Muertos

Two young Mormon missionaries were in Mexico City on this particular Sunday November 2nd- All Souls Day on the Roman Catholic Church calendar- or as they called this festival in Mexico- Dia de los Muertos- Day of the Dead.

Both young men happened to be from Salt Lake City- the home of the global headquarters of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

Mexico City was their assigned missionary outreach.

They were encouraged to take in the cultural festivities of the people they were evangelizing.

So here they were on the evening of Dia de los Muertos taking in a colourful and festive parade.

Leading the parade seemed to be a beautiful young dancing girl who happened to look a lot like actress Salma Hayek.

The young woman was not Salma Hayek.

In fact, she was a lot older than she looked.

She was the some 600-years-old Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec.

She was wearing a white blouse and long flowing red skirt.

Suddenly a strange looking creature flew down from the sky and stood in front of the parade.

It was a huge giant serpent with feathers and wings.

Terror seized the crowd (as it did the two young Mormon missionaries).

But the dancing girl cried out, “Be not afraid. It’s our father and our king and our emperor Quetzalcoatl finally returned from a far planet.”

The crowd cheered.

The giant feathered serpent started leading the dance in colourful fashion- like some colourful dancing giant hybrid cross between a gargantuan Goliath of Gath sized peacock and a radioactive fire-breathing Godzilla.

One of the Mormon missionaries started filming the parade and its leader on his smart phone.

He immediately sent the images to his Mormon bishop back home in Salt Lake City.

The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec happened to notice the young missionary who was filming Quetzalcoatl and the parade.

She smiled and went over to him and his fellow missionary and put her arms around both boys.

“Do come back to my apartment,” her voice was as soft as the whispering wind rustling through the trees at the dawn of a glorious new morn, “and tell me all about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter- Day Saints.”

A Catholic priest on the other side of the crowd happened to notice Qonzilqointec’s sharp vampiric fangs protruding as she smiled.

The priest immediately crossed himself.

-To be continued.

– A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday November 2nd
2014.

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Qonzilqointec In London

October 10, 2014 at 7:57 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, History, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Qonzilqointec In London

MI-6 Agent Diablos Nocturna was in his London apartment reading documents about the unstable political situation in Turkey over Kurdish anger at the Turkish government’s refusal to use its military to defend the Syria-Turkey border town of Kobane.

A rustling came through the curtains of his apartment.

And standing there was the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec wearing a black evening dress and black spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.

“Well, hello,” Diablos Nocturna put his folder of documents down.

“Hello, Diablos,” the Aztec vampire princess smiled, “if I may call you by the first name of your MI-6 code name.”

For Qonzilqointec had known Diablos Nocturna before he had become an MI-6 agent.

“Of course your Highness,” Diablos smiled, “what brings you to London?”.

“Well I spent a few days in Paris,” Qonzilqointec answered, “where I was meeting with various art dealers trying to buy a painting that Toulouse-Lautrec had once painted of me.”

“I didn’t know that Toulouse-Lautrec had once painted a picture of you,” Diablos Nocturna was suitably impressed.

“Yes,” Qonzilqointec smiled as she touched her jade earring, “two actually. One of me wearing a fashionable Parisienne evening gown of the 1890s and the other of me in the nude.”

“Toulouse painted one of you in the nude?” Diablos Nocturna had never heard this in the art history course he once took.

“Yes,” Qonzilqointec sighed, “unfortunately that particular painting went down on the Titanic.”

“No wonder there have been so many salvage trips down to the ocean depths to see what can be recovered from the Titanic,” Diablos Nocturna poured two glasses of red wine.

“Thanks,” the sexy and seductive Aztec vampire princess brushed back her hair as she accepted both the compliment and the glass of red wine.

“Anyone else try to paint a picture of you in the nude?” Diablos Nocturna was starting to regret not having taken any oil painting classes himself when he was younger.

“Pablo Picasso,” Qonzilqointec answered, “but since I had no desire to look like a cube or an ear or an eye with two noses, I turned down his request.”

Diablos Nocturna laughed.

In the distance sounded the howl of a wolf-like creature.

“That sounds like a werewolf,” said Qonzilqointec who was familiar with such creatures.

“It does indeed,” Diablos Nocturna agreed.

He too was familiar with such creatures.

“Never recalled hearing anything about there being a werewolf in the neighbourhood tonight,” Diablos sipped his wine, “there’s a trade union meeting in the neighbourhood labour hall at which far-left Marxist British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley is the guest speaker.”

“Maybe the meeting is turning out to be a howling success,” the Aztec vampire princess suggested.

“Indeed,” Diablos Nocturna laughed, “so did you locate the painting that Toulouse-Lautrec painted of you fully clothed?”.

“I was fully clothed in an evening gown in the painting,” Qonzilqointec answered, “Henri himself was in the nude when he painted it.”

“I see,” Diablos Nocturna was intrigued, “and did he paint it using a brush or looking at you was he inspired enough to paint it using something else?”.

Now it was the Aztec vampire princess’ turn to laugh.

“I take it from the look on your face that you managed to locate the painting,” Diablos Nocturna poured two more glasses of red wine.

“Yes,” the Aztec vampire princess smoothed her dress, “I found it– this painting of me with its unique ‘brush’ strokes and mixes of paint and precious stains.”

“And what did the art dealer have to say when you bought it?” Diablos Nocturna asked.

“He said it was a good thing for art and history that the German businessman who bought the painting in the early 1930s took seriously ill the first week of May 1937 thus preventing both him and the painting from being aboard the Hindenburg that ill fated week,” Qonzilqointec answered.

“A good thing for art and history indeed,” Diablos Nocturna raised his glass of wine and drank a toast, “so anything else exciting happen to you in Paris?”.

“Well I watched that sleezy harlot Isis push Swiss scientist Dr. Fahrenheit Celsius off the bell tower of Notre Dame Cathedral which caused him to plunge to his death,” the Aztec vampire princess seethed through her vampiric fangs.

“Yes, I heard about that murder on the news here,” Diablos Nocturna finished his wine, “so it was the Vampiress Isis who committed it eh?”.

“Yes,” Qonzilqointec replied.

The news reported on BBC a week ago last Wednesday evening noted that not only had Dr. Celsius been killed but he had landed on top of a street corner poetry reciter killing him as well.

The street corner poetry reciter had just finished reciting John Donne’s famous lines, “Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee” when the bell tower plunging Swiss scientist fell on top of him.

As for the deep-rooted enmity between Qonzilqointec and Isis, that went back to the time when the French Emperor Napoleon III who served as an imperial puppet for the Vampiress Isis’ plans for world domination attempted to place a Hapsburg on the throne of Mexico as the Emperor Maximilian I.

This ticked off the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec who believed that the throne of Mexico was reserved for her spiritual godfather Quetzalcoatl.

“So you went to Paris to purchase a painting that Toulouse-Lautrec painted of you,” Diablos Nocturna smiled at Qonzilqointec, “what brings you to London?”.

“I came to see Dr. Cadbury Rocher,” Qonzilqointec answered, “and then I saw Renfield R. Renfield.”

“You saw the Vampire Set’s chief research scientist and then his shapeshifting hamster/human Chief of Security and Intelligence Gathering?” Diablos Nocturna lit a pipe.

“That’s right,” the Aztec vampire princess nodded.

“So how’s Renfield doing?” Diablos Nocturna looked up the term Severe Narcissistic Personality Disorder in the Complete Oxford Dictionary and noticed Renfield’s picture was along side it.

“Well talking of oil paintings of people posing in the nude,” Qonzilqointec laughed, “Renfield boasted to me that a well-known Malaysian woman artist who I had never heard of had painted two oil paintings of him posing in the nude.”

“Really?” Diablos Nocturna started to choke on his pipe, “and whatever became of those paintings?”.

“Well one of them disappeared along with the plane that it was on- Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370,” the Aztec vampire princess replied, “and the other went down on Malaysia Airlines Flight MH17 when the Amsterdam art dealer who bought it was trying to return it to the Kuala Lumpur art gallery from which he bought it to demand his money back.”

“I see,” Diablos Nocturna remarked.

“Although,” the Aztec vampire princess rubbed her chin, “there are rumours that it was found among the wreckage on the ground and its finding is responsible for giving recurring nightmares to Russian soldiers who are covertly operating in Ukrainian territory.”

“That I can believe,” Diablos Nocturna emptied his pipe.

“And now,” Qonzilqointec approached him, “I have discussed with Dr. Cadbury Rocher and Renfield R. Renfield a project I have in mind. And now I’m going to discuss that project with you.”

She leaned forward giving Diablos Nocturna a good view of her ample bosom down her low-cut evening dress.

“Well,” Diablos Nocturna said, “as Dr. Frasier Crane used to say on his Seattle radio call- in show on that old 1990s TV comedy series Frasier, ‘I’m listening’. ”

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
during the time period
of Tuesday October 7th
to
Friday October 10th
2014.

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Qonzilqointec Arrives On Scene After Renfield Beheading of An ISIS Fighter Video

October 6, 2014 at 4:42 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Espionage, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Qonzilqointec Arrives On Scene After A Renfield Beheading of ISIS Fighter Video

In response to the ISIS beheading of British aid worker Alan Henning, British commandos turned over to Renfield R. Renfield yet another ISIS fighter they had captured and taken prisoner.

In previous videos he had made, Renfield had dressed an ISIS fighter in a clown suit and had electrocuted him using his own particular answer to the Ice Bucket Challenge that was all the craze during the summer of 2014.

Then in another video, he had dressed an ISIS fighter in a pink mini dress and long pink wig making him look like a transvestite drag queen of the decadent western world and then beheaded him to the tune of Culture Club’s Boy George singing Karma Chameleon.

In this new video that Renfield was filming, the ISIS fighter was standing completely naked and had his hands tied above his head to a rope hanging from the ceiling. His legs were then spread-eagled and his ankles chained to the floor.

Before the man had been stripped naked and placed in this room, he had been forced to down 10 pitchers of dissolved laxative pill laced ice water.

A group of mini skirted hookers that Renfield had hired from London’s East End then came into the room and put copies of The Quran in Arabic all over the floor and under the ISIS fighter.

Renfield then sat behind a mirrored window in the next room and had a beer and sampled some popcorn and wondered how long the ISIS fighter would be able to hold it before he ended up urinating and defecating on all those copies of The Quran.

It turned out the ISIS fighter wasn’t able to hold it very long.

To the man’s horror, his kidneys and bowels positively exploded and emptied all their contents all over those copies of the Quran.

Renfield then entered the room wearing an Ebola virus and infectious diseases style protection suit with protective masked helmet and protective boots.

He whistled the tune of the song Whistle While You Work as he approached the naked ISIS fighter.

He then took out his samurai sword and proceeded to behead the ISIS fighter in synchronized rhythm to the melody of Scheherazade the classical symphonic suite composed by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov that he then had playing in the ceiling loudspeakers of the room.

He then placed the severed head on top of the urine and dung-covered copies of the Quran.

He then gave the raspberry as he put a red beret on top of the man’s head.

He then proceeded to sing his own paraphrased version of Prince’s mid-80s song,

“He wore raspberry beret…”

. . .

Renfield then hacked into the Islamic State’s (IS) television broadcast signal where he inserted the video for the IS audience to watch.

The video ended with Renfield R. Renfield’s trademark and copyrighted raised middle finger logo and a voice saying, “Brought to you by Renfield Raspberry To The Caliphate Productions. All rights reserved. No part or portion of this video may be reproduced or redistributed in whole or in part without written permission from Renfield Raspberry To The Caliphate Productions…”

. . .

The Aztec Vampire Princess Qonzilqointec was waiting for Renfield when he returned home from his London broadcasting studios.

As he entered the living room of the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s colossal London mansion, there standing in the living room wearing a sunflower yellow coloured evening dress and ruby encrusted poppy red coloured super spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes was the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec.

“Mr. Renfield,” the Aztec vampire princess spoke in her sultry seductive voice, “I have something important to discuss with you.”

In Renfield’s mind, he could hear the melody of Roger Whittaker’s lyrics “I can feel a new tomorrow coming on” playing although those lyrics for him had been changed to “I can feel a new erection coming on” as Qonzilqointec stood there smoothing her exquisite and shapely form-hugging dress.

. . .

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday October 6th
2014.

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