The Union Chapter Six: A new night A new day

Chapter six: A new night a new day.

Trevor Clevantes like most of his vampire kin could feel in their souls when the sun set and returned the earth to the rule of the regal undead. They also had a vague ancient sense that told them when vampire blood had been spilled. As a result upon his awakening Trevor held a taste in his mouth like tar. In the soft velvet lining of what coffins had become in the twenty first century he spoke softly. "This place has been fouled" the last words from his grandfather Azrael the true head of legions of blood suckers world wide. Ian Clevantes had instructed him to burn the mansion to the ground even though it was built like a fort and could likely keep the dead at bay for years. There was no question weather or not Azrael's wishes would be honored. Besides Trevor wanted to return home to his family, to a father who was smart and savvy. It was he who wove words of silk into a fortune while furthering the vampires hold on the world’s finances. Arthur Clevantes was now the most powerful being on the planet as Azrael’s passing from this world had gifted all of his power to his son. Trevor’s mother was kind, sweet and pure of blood as she was of virtue. So beautiful was Sonya Clevantes that even her own son found it hard not to stare longingly at her when graced with her presence. His younger sister although pampered and spoiled by their father possessed the same skill as her father and the radiant beauty of her mother. Most assuredly she would one day tear men’s hearts asunder in the name of love.

Trevor stepped from the metal vault like coffin. His essence ached to feed, but he feared it was to early to ask his allies. If he took what he craved he knew they would most likely revolt resulting in thier deaths and eventually his. For a vampire death was relative and considered part of the code, but starvation. This was another matter indeed for of his kind Trevor knew of only one thing more painful and agonizing than the Suns touch upon their skin. Starving for a blood dependant vampire meant simply coming to a point where ones body began to dissolve from the inside. As this happened the liquefied tissue was reabsorbed poisoning the hapless victim. While their body slowly dissolved over the course of wretched days and nights. Most any night dweller would openly state the quick death of the "Kiss of the Sun" was preferable than stravation. Trevor dressed in clothes which fit loosely due to his current dietary restrictions plodded down the richly decorated halls of the house. In the room next to the one he'd taken the young vampire hovered at the door. Smelling the air he knew Robert and Valerie were here and asleep. Licking parched lips sensing the red nectar flowing through their veins. His manhood swelled hard and strained against his pants for a vampire feeding was almost sexual. Master Trevor had been without food or a woman’s company for far to long. Sniffing the purified air in the room Valerie’s unwashed scent was easily pulled into his nostrils. His lust went out for her she wanted him and he could all but taste the moisture between her thighs. Now was not the time Robert guarded her like a rabid watch dog. When the wolf could not get at the sheep form the sheppard, he simply convinced the sheep to come to his waiting mouth. He had to satiate one desire or the other, he choose sustenance for now. Swiftly making his way down to the kitchen of the manor Trevor like all vampires bypassed the fridge for what craved was never cold only body temp would do! “98.6 or nothing…” as they used to say the sparsely decorated kitchen was not the focal point of a vampire household as it was with humans. Into a large pantry he followed the hum of the electric warmer embedded with in the large refrigerator like device. It was more akin to the equipment used by doctors to oxygenate and circulate the blood of a patient on the operating table. Once open the fluorescent light cascaded over him the modern marvel before him allowed the vampire lords to store blood for short periods of time. To Trevor the red liquid looked fresh and smelled clean only the best for Lord Azrael the LED on the door read 98.6. Unfortunately he had no way of knowing how old the blood was. If it had begun to separate into plasma the red blood cells in it would be lethal. His lips quivered as his teeth became fangs. His giftedly large cock throbbed he had to have it at any cost!

He closed his eyes grasping the tube pulling it to his mouth cautiously drawing in the fountain of blood. Swallowing slowly the vampire princes mind flooded with past visions of the life lived by the human whose blood he greedily drew in. A man of average means an employee of his grandfathers who allowed himself to be harvested for extra money to support his elderly mother. Trevor Clevantes waited for the agony the searing pain of instant death but it didn't materialize. His blood streaked dagger like canines sunk into the tube opening the valve full throttle he drank deeply. Like a greedy dessert rat dying of thirst when offered a sip of the coldest most natural water on earth. Trevor’s color became more natural more human, his hair a blonde mane of perfection. The massive erection subsiding as his most important need was satisfied. Bringing back the assets he would need most for their journey strength along with the keen senses of a hunter. The flow continued unabated as Trevor released the valve level wide open allowing the thick crimson brew to coat his sculpted chest. That done he tracked blood through the house rivulets of the nectar ran down the side of his mouth as he descended into his deceased grandfathers private rooms in the basement of the large house.

He found himself at the door of the armory of the Elder of his people a being with in whose lifetime had spanned almost the length of human warfare. The winged dead unlike the foul beast who'd overtaken the world held an affinity for bladed weapons guns and bombs were for cowards. He opened the door to a room which stored all manner of killing tools. Breathlessly Trevor Clevatnes was drawn past shields, bows, knives, daggers, and axes of all sorts from every corner of the globe. To a wall coated in ornate swords he saw the one he claimed as his birth right. A two handed broad sword thousands of years old and having tasted more blood than even he had a right to dream. The long polished platinum blade joined to a hilt made of pure silver bat like wings. The long handle ending in a skull surely this sword would purge many an undead foe, for his clan his Elder, and even humanity at this point. Removing the weapon shaking slightly it was heavy for it held the weight of the past and the present of vampire supremacy. Its leather sheath hung near it gently he eased the nameless razor shape sword home until it was snugly in place. He bowed ever so slightly at the empty space on the display and exited the room. As he did plucking a two headed battle axe from a display case. It was small for a vampire especially one of regal heritage but just enough for a human of Roberts stature. "Now Robert Berry you shall fight with honor you unworthy heathen." Twirling the tool he closed the door and began his preparations for their departure.

Val and Robert came to the kitchen to find Trevor in a warrior’s prayer. Hunched over the sword mumbling to himself clean and refreshed "well you look better. Dare we ask how?" Val inquired as young prince Clevantes arose and tossed Robert the axe. "For you my friend it has served one master now it serves you. An honorable man deserves an honorable tool." Robert smirked "what do you have for me?" Val cackled. Trevor gave her a soft smile "Madame nowhere in a vampire dwelling will you find something as barbaric as a simple gun I do apologize." bowing before her. Robert steadied himself as his mind yelled "do it!" wanting so badly to split the skull of the smug creature with whom he fought for Valerie's affections. "We must leave here the night is short and this city belongs to the dead. So soon shall this place in which we stand!" The trio heads for the door to the outside world and the three and a half million flesh eaters of the metropolitan Chicago area.

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The Union Chapter Five: The Elder versus The Eternal

Chapter five: The Elder versus The Eternal

Trevor slinked into the bed of the Lord of his kind. While most believed the vampire legends that they slept in coffins. “Coffin like” was a better term for Azrael’s slumber chamber. It rose from the floor in the midst of his ornate bedroom. The vast majority of the blood sucking undead felt safe sleeping underground only. The silver chamber slid open with a soft "Fiss" unsealing itself. Inside it was white, silk and satin plush and soft as clouds fluffed by the summer winds. Trevor defeated emotionally and weak from a lack of proper feeding climbed into the coffin like set-up rolling over onto his back hands across his chest. Depressing the switch he fell quietly into a suspended animated state. The lid pressed closed sealing out the light and exterior air. An air purifier kicked on. Even with a mansions worth of bedrooms from which to choose from Rob and Val huddled intertwined under the bed on shag carpeting. They were directly adjacent to the master bedroom which held their vampire savior. Azrael stood silently listening to the moans and wails of this bastard inbred hybrid of humanity and vampirism. These zombies as they were called Azrael was almost assured had sprung forth from the traditional ghoul of vampire lore. A true ghoul was a human who for some unknown reason when bitten by a vampire did not complete the metamorphosis into the new grander species. Instead they became walking talking corpses who fed on the living flesh. The ghouls mere presecence was an afront to the vampire species. Their rotting carcasses festered and disintegrated some times in weeks and in one case years.

In any case the most physically powerful entity on the face of the earth had donned ten centuries worth of battle attire that he'd collected over the centuries. A full faced helmet from when he rode with the Turks slaughtering Christians in the Middle East. He wore a chest plate from two hundred years later when he rode with The Knights Templar massacring Muslims from Libya all the way to Israel. His shield and sword forged from pure gold looted from Constantinople by both he and Attila the Hun. Azrael had never cared for humans nor their insignificant lives only his true clan and his love of killing. Slowly he opened the door to his domicile three hundred pounds of amour adorned him and its weight was less than noticeable as he had begun the process of morphing his outward appearance to meld with his inward hatred. Having lost his Lady Ester all he desired was mayhem, bedlam and the ease of the cessation of life with out her! Soon he would have both for on the horizon where the sky meet Lake Michigan’s fresh water the hint of daylight and Azrael Arch-angel to the House of Scorpios' true adversary awaited. His breathing was fierce as he locked the door securing the fortress like house for his young charge and his life saving human cargo. Marching down to the front yard of the estate Azraels eyes began to burn more intense than even he though possible the area around him aglow as if a bonfire burned into the pre dawn sky. The undead siege machine on the other side of the wall was oblivious to all. The living dead catching sight of the light show and the cacophony of the heavily armored vampire Lord wail aloud. The dead drew in clamoring at the wall excited by the motion and the noise was it "flesh..... live humans" they seemed to ask. Azrael stood psyching himself up as his ocular sockets blazed with each breath his body mass increases the armors fit becomes more snug fitting to the massive frame it was molded to centuries ago. His finger nails long and yellowed become blades. As did the nails on his bare feet Azrael became more animal like than humanoid. Fangs sprouting like ivory tusks which had brought to end a many a life. The dead screamed, Azrael roared, and the sun came closer to mediating the feud of the dead.

Unsheathing a blade that had seen more battles than could be counted let more blood than some rivers may hold without spilling their banks. Its golden hilt fused into a polished steel blade. The last sign of Azrael superiority a set of weather beaten leathery wings tattered on its edges and black as coal. His massive wings twice the span of young prince Trevor's leathery wings. "ESTER!!!!!!!!!!!" The beast growled vaulting form his spot over the wall of the compound landing atop a car compacting it under his weight. The ground shook as he stepped down among the fetid bodies’ flames breeching the mouth of the Vampire Lord. The undead zombies all but ignored the dead beast after all it wasn't the human meat they sought they continued howling clawing for the wall and the living it protected. Inhaling deeply Azrael expelled a plume of flames form his mouth. Zombies began to explode in an inferno of white flame infused with rage and fueled by undying love. The zombies simply ignored the huge being in their numbers. Drawing his sword casting a glance to the east more light at the corners of the night than Azrael had seen in a millennia. Cleaving through the masses like a farmer’s sickle in hand tilling a field of amber wheat. Hacking and slashing zombies flew in chunks limbs and pieces scattering to the wind. Azrael’s anger driving his rage as he slung the huge golden shield with superhuman strength decapitating zombies by the dozen. Taking up the sword in both hands daylights first sting touching him from afar beads of semen colored liquid boiling to the top of his dermal layer and rolling off in wet plops onto the street. The blade sliced steel discarded wrecks as easily as dead tissue. Even the world dumbest dogs will only allow one to molest him for so long and when that mutt is in a pack he becomes dangerous. One corpse had enough he flew over a burnt out BMW landing on Azrael’s back just under his massive helmet the creature found exposed neck and stripped flesh from it. The Vampire overlord reaches back feeling no pain screaming from blood lust not registering the agony of his skin melting from the Suns hateful kiss. He wretched the dead man from his neck as his kin took arms to battle against this foreign aggressor. In the ensuing melee the dead turned on the vampire monster in their city. Swinging wildly with one powerful arm tipped with blades the opposite arm bore the long razor sharp implement which effortlessly slid though bodies. The Sun now rising above the horizon. Azrael’s flesh began bubbling like a vat of lard still he fought on his right eye caught a glimpse of the sun before it exploded like a ripe tomato. His wings burning shriveling like torched paper. Insane with agony the zombies were tossed about like fleas even as some landed bites of sopping gooey flesh. He beheld with his remaining eye Azrael saw his beloved Ester clad in her white night gown her body as lovely as he could ever remember. Save the lone blemish a gouge bitten from her once flawless left arm. "Es...terr…” through dissolving lips dropping his sword coming to his wife of far to few years kneeling before her humbly. Azrael brushed the dead away no more than pesky flies as the sun claimed dominion over the sky. Azrael seized his wife in his death throws she squirmed in his boiling grasp baring a mouth full of human flesh as she clawed his remaining eye from its deformed socket. He wouldn't get a final glance of the sun but it paled in comparison to Lady Ester’s beauty. Azrael’s last act is to squeeze the life from the fetid corpse of his lost bride as she writhed about in his massive arms. Crushing the life from Ester’s reanimated body and simultaneously his heart. The great Lord of the vampires spun the dead clamored over him and he felt the suns agonizing rays as it ascended into the sky. With an inaudible curse the great beast burst into a plume of fine crystalline charcoal dust sprinkling to the ground exploding in a collage of black fire and lighting all the dead in his immediate vicinity are vaporized. The zombie army is stunned buy the sudden disappearance of their foe. Trevor awoke with a gasp knowing his family’s patriarch was no more he returned to his slumber with a soft whine into the pitch black void around him.

Chapter Four: The Elder Speaks

Chapter Four: The Elder speaks.

Trevor Clevantes flew overloaded through the night winds drying zombie gore streaking his chiseled features matting his blonde hair. He grew weaker by the minute as the night would soon give way to day his last feeding was but a snack not even half the meal he would usually partake. Valerie Couts herself one of the beautiful people could sense the fatigue that ran just below the surface of the vampires calm demeanor. The cityscape below them lay strewn with the bodies of humans gutted and mutilated by the living dead who shuffled about in search of new flesh to rend from bone. Occasionally one would look up to see them and paw towards the sky mouth agape gnawing at the air. The trio arrived at an opulent brick home nestled upon a dead end street with a castle like ten foot high brick fence surrounding the property. There appeared to be none of the crazed dead on the grounds the back of which ran to the beach and the sandy shores of Lake Michigan. Trevor landed heavily on the lush mid-summer's green grass. Cautiously they scanned the area for ghouls Robert sweating but chilled clutching his axe unsure as to weather he really trusted their tour guide to all things dead. Val’s four bullet clip held within the 9mm Glock on the ready. "I implore you my friends you must observe the rules of the Lord of the manner most strictly!" Trevor continued very few humans have seen what you shall this night. Even fewer have seen it and lived to see the next cursed sunrise.""And that is what?” Rob was more than happy to aggravate and antagonize Trevor "Azrael the Elder." The group walked to the house on the soft grass their arrival bringing the undead over for a look at the fence. However the Iron Gate would have no problems keeping hundreds of them at bay. "What is an Elder?" Val whispered as they cautiously walked to the dark manor.


"Not an Elder ...The Elder!" Trevor punctuated his words eyes shinning like a man summoned to his bosses, bosses office. "Azrael has been referred to by many names his complete title is Azrael the Arch Angel to the House of Scorpio. Due to the fact he originally came into being under the zodiac sign of Scorpio centuries ago.” Once at the threshold of the house Trevor bowed his head and whispered silently to himself. "I thought your father was the La… de da grand high king of......" Roberts’s mockery cut off mid word by a quick snake like backhand. "That was just a warning my friend indeed make no mistake about it!" Robert was stunned his face ached from the impact but he also knew it could have been worse. Spoke the beautiful vampire prince "You will never disrespect my father or my family name. Secondly listen closely the being which you are about to meet has destroyed entire civilizations. Lord Azrael was once the King of all of my kind after abdicating the throne he is still the power behind the entire vampire domain!" Trevor’s words fast and furious colored with honor brushed with fear. "He is merciless if you desire your life don't speak directly to him unless he asks you and never make eye contact with him! Do you understand me?" Val thought as she nodded her head wordlessly that she'd rather face the army of the undead than this thing Trevor spoke of with such fear and respect. Rob massaged his swelling jaw line. "Azrael has been alive for twelve hundred years since your species dwelt in caves and nearly had a spoken language. He is the oldest and most feared of our kind none move with out his blessing!" Trevor leaned in attempting to clean himself up some what "Lest none of us leave here alive!" With no trepidation Trevor climbed the stairs to the lair of the creature he'd been brought before for every milestone of his life to be judge. He had been taught sheer reverence for the vampire of vampires. The stories he'd heard of this great being’s deeds and miss deeds were sometimes the focal point of legends. Other times the bindings of nightmares. Robert and Valerie were not as brave they stood bolted to the ground shivering. The pair debated their choices of hiding versus the desire to run into the throngs of the dead rather than walk into the dark house. "Trevor!" Val called the young vampire turned shooting her a violent stare. When Valerie had a question she had to ask it regardless of the consequences. "Why did he give up the throne?!" she whispered aloud. "Because I chose a mortal woman to be my bride” resonating from the black doorway came a deep harsh gravelly voice. It was dry yet the words emitted seemed alive and powerful like a physical force.


No hesitation as Trevor Clevantes fell to his knees on the porch hoping his friends did the same. Heads cast down prostrate Val and Rob held their breath. "Welcome child arise Trevor." immediately Trevor did as he was commanded stepping into the darkness and into the embrace of his grandfather. The two walked into the house further until they reached a dimly lit room which faces out to the placid water of the ink black lake. Azrael or the mortal name he went by Ian Clevantes was a creature who'd been everywhere releasing his scourge along with his seed on every continent on earth. He was the god the ancient Incan and Mayans worshipped until on a whim he banished them from the face of the planet. He'd been the man Londoner's had named "Jack the Ripper!" So, many others too many to name each time unleashing whatever he choose upon humanity. Until a hundred years hence he beheld a farmer’s daughter one night as he set to kill the entire household. Ester Jones was a raven haired beauty whom every boy in the surrounding counties of northern Illinois had courted. Azrael had been with thousands of woman some of the worlds most beautiful who willingly had succumbed to his seduction, but this girl’s beauty defied every urge to kill with in the core of the soulless demon. So, for the first and only time a vampire king took an unchanged mortal woman for his bride giving the throne to his first son Arthur Clevantes. Trevor beheld his mentor the maker of his clan who had allowed himself to age to match his wife’s appearance. Ester Jones and the vampire lord conceived no children for it was not possible as he used his knowledge of human anatomy and periodic bloodlettings to retard Ester’s aging process somewhat for at ninety eight she looked no older than forty five when last Trevor had an audience with her. Azrael's hair was a radiant white flowing to his shoulders unbound. His some what wrinkled skin, he resembled a pale sixty year old overly athletic grandfather not the unholy council of the vampire species.


"Why have you come here child and brought humans to my doorstep no less." He stood staring at the waves through the large picture window at the rear of the house. "Forgive me Lord Azrael, we seek sanctuary from the suns harsh rays. As I was en route home when this plague beset humanity and tore it to pieces. I was at starvations door when those humans agreed to accompany me home to sustain my family in exchange for my protection." Head bowed in subservience Trevor avoids eye contact. Azreal summoned the prince to his side Trevor moved quietly across the room. "My child you dare make a deal with humans to protect your family and yet they have willingly agreed to become livestock?" The young immortal swallowed hard "No sir they will live among us and flourish that they may breed that we all both human and........" Azrael’s gruff hands came to Trevor’s bare neck, but still Trevor continued to talk. "Vampires will survive this punishment!" Slowly the ancient creature began to stroke the smooth cheek of the youthful two hundred year old immortal. "Remember from the day of your birth my child that I destined you to rule our kind." Azrael smiled and Trevor began to relax "you have the foresight required to be King for without humans we will assuredly become extinct! Bring in your precious cargo my child and take shelter here for the day. I do not know of the state of your family nor any of the other clans. Without modern communication we are as cut off as humans. As we have lost our ability to telepathically connect because it went unused for eons." Trevor made time to the front of the house where Val and Rob stood scanning nervously to and fro. "Come in my friends please have a seat in the foyer!" urgently they came neither wanting to, but again the alternatives left them no choice. "It’s about time." Rob murmured Trevor’s eyes burned that shade of red once more but he had no time to discipline Robert. Latching the solid reinforced door he returned to Azrael’s side.


"What has caused this disharmony upon the earth my Lord?" Trevor inquired of his Elder. "I do not know my child... I simply do not understand. “Azrael’s bony had stroked his chin “You know that the Christians believe that their God will raise the dead as punishment against the living before his return. Perhaps after centuries of speculation, he has done just that. That aside young Trevor they believe the meek shall inherit the earth. You and I know better, but these foul creatures who destroy all feasting upon living humans have taken the earth in a bloody coup. Usurping us of our rightful place vile FILTH!" Lord Azrael’s eyes burned white illuminating the house like spotlights as if day had come. Instinctively Trevor covered his eyes while in the front of the house Valerie and Rob clung to each other in sheer terror. His fury peeked Azrael’s white flame eyes returned to normal. "They have taken M’lady Ester form me Trevor my heart no longer beats as she is among their undead minion."The old vampire sank into a hand crafted leather Italian chair. Trevor rushed to the Lord of the Nightwalkers kissing his hand kneeling at his feet. For he knew the depths of his Grandfathers love for the human Ester Jones all of his kind did. "My Lord I pledge to you but say the word I will go forth and bring you heart after heart of this putrid horde until I find the one who has taken M’lady Ester from you!" Azrael took the chin of his two hundred and fifty third grandchild, his favorite of all. "My child you can bring me every heart but that of the woman I have loved since before mankind could fly." Azrael ran his hand through Trevor stained blonde hair. "Go my child my blessing on your quest to carry on my blood line. Cleanse yourself take of my home and my bed. For the sun will come soon and I will meet it on the field of battle." Trevor made as if to speak Azrael gently as a human grandfather placed his hands upon his lips to quite him. He kissed the seed of his eldest son. "It is my will child, I must have vengeance and pass what I am unto the next world. Rest well for you must not fail and when you leave burn this house to its foundation." Trevor nodded tears flowing down his dirty face he took leave of his grandfather gathering up his companions and securing the house. Azrael sat he began to sip a fifty year old scotch his favorite. In his mind played a thousand plus years of night he mused weather or not he would even see the sun before the end came. It had been hundreds of years since he'd seen it last, he was stoic in his indignation. In less than an hour he would tear thought the siege at the gates of his house members of which had taken his beloved Ester if he could still cry he would have. Soon his wrath would play out against hundreds of the living dead his sword would taste black blood as he went to meet his bride in the void. In the dimly lit dark his six inch long fangs barely visible as he smiled pearl white teeth glistening.

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