Chapter seven: Cleansing purge
Val and Rob stood dumbfounded in the attached car port to the magnificent house. Standing before them Trevor Clevantes heir to a vast fortune and the throne of the vampire kingdom. He presents their transportation for the evening in his usual smug "you mean you don't have one of these!" manner. Glistening in the light an eggshell white motor coach like a rock stars tour bus. Rob salivates he knew no one but he would be able to drive the beast even before Trevor mentioned it. "Robert I am afraid you will be our driver this night." Trevor in fresh clothes sword slung over his back "as I have never learned to nor had a desire to drive in my life." Rob snorted this thing cost over two hundred grand easy. He could have worked for years at his civil servants wages and never been able to afford it. "No problem there blood sucker!" the black man remarked. Instinctively like a coke addict Trevor Clevantes checks the corners of his mouth for telltale signs of his indulgence of blood earlier. Val’s pretty face wrinkled at Robs words; she couldn't understand why Rob consistently had to be so difficult. The reason was clear to her it was because of her perceived affections. No matter the color, race or even species when two men vied for the affections of one woman there were no prisoners taken by either side. Rob bounded up the lushly carpeted steps of the bus it had been obviously modified or the technical term "customized" for a sun fearing vampire’s lifestyle. Rob noticed it had already been stocked with water and some meager rations of food. No doubt Trevor had done this as they slept. The windows of the vehicle could all be covered with thick sealed shutters for keeping the sun at bay for the on the go vampire. Rob didn't care because he knew it would also keep the living dead at bay. A smaller casket like fixture dominated the rear of the deep cabin. "We have but one last thing to do before we depart" announced the young prince. "Robert if you would pull the coach to the main gate and lock all the shutters to await my arrival." Rob still looking the bus over "say check this out Tre." As Robert had begun insultingly referring to the wealthy creature of the night. "The sooner you realize that we don't work for you the better!" Rob smirked. "Fine" the vampire gritted his teeth "please!" he forced out. "Alright away we go!" gleefully Rob fired up their chariot "all aboard!" With that Valerie stepped up as Trevor disappeared back into the house. "Do you have to be such an asshole to him Rob?" she asked as he depressed the garage door opener. "Look your boyfriend needs to be made aware that we aren't his property!" Rob looked Val up and down "well at least no both of us." Val gave her partner a hateful "you can be such an ass!" glare. With that he turned away from her as she went to find a seat. Robert brought the diesel luxury coach to a halt just outside the compounds main gate as ordered. With one button the shutters softly rolled into place latching shut.
Trevor seethed as he went about his work. "How dare that pathetic mortal talk to me in such a manner!" he fumed. "I'll just have to show you again and again until you respect me." The vampire spoke into the darkness as he doused the mansion with gasoline. He moved with supernatural speed from room to room saturating the dwelling in half the time it would take a human. Making sure that the house would burn flat and erase any evidence of its lord should future generations come looking. In less than half an hour he was done he stared longing for days past when this was a revered part of vampire society. Now came the tricky part for vampire’s feared fire as much as the festering living corpses did. He formulated a devious plan for he would exact revenge on living and dead alike. Trevor manufactured a torch from the curtains and a five thousand dollar Persian rug wrapped around a table leg. Completely soaking the material which would become the torches wick, he finished he ordained task. Trevor placed the implement on the ground near the rear gate across the way from the idling bus. Taking flight on his young wings feeling strong once more Trevor Clevantes could see the dead they numbered in the hundreds hammering at the gates. There could be thousands he mused and still they couldn't breech the gates of the compound. They pawed skyward for him although not as frenzied as they would for a true living being. He saw the huge bladed weapon of his Lord Azrael a pang of heart ache crossed him then it was gone. The sword would stay where it fell in battle he decided. The gasoline vapors hung heavy about the property as he rode warm air currents dropping in on top of the mobile fortress. He startled Rob and Val who had her weapon pointed up as he spoke into the open hatch. "Tis I my friends" he swung down to the floor leaving the hatch open. "Robert perhaps you could help me sir?" Trevor inquired "Suuuure!" Rob sarcastically drew out.
Rob with his back to the dead prince never finished with his grand "fuck off!" Trevor seized him by his collar hefting him up and knocking the axe to the floor of the coach. "Trevor please don't hurt him!" Val protested wringing her hands together. They didn't hear her plea Trevor had taken flight back out the hatch with Rob. As they went Rob made numerous attempts to slug the vampire in his beautiful face. Trevor easily shrugged off the blows and slowly came to a hover black wings slapping the air only a few feet above the dead. "Ask yourself my friend!" Trevor informed the garbage man who looked down in horror "do you really want me to let you go?" The zombies below wailed and moaned climbing and stampeding atop one another to claw at the human meat being dangled above them. "NO! No!" Rob shouted panicked “Now this Trevor” thought wicked grin creasing the sides of his mouth pearl white fangs just visible over his lips. “Is the way you should treat me” Robert saw his smile and knew it didn’t bode well for him. "Here's the plan my dear man!" The young vampire bearing his fangs total length in a gesture of dominance meant to strike fear into his victim. "Are you listening Robert because you life depends on it?" Rob shaking his head in a vigorous affirmation "You grab that torch run though the house light it and set the place to burn taking as many of these diseased rats down as you can. Make it though the backdoor and I will carry you to the bus and we shall flee together." Pulling Rob close with little effort "Run for the bus and not the house and I will cast you aloft and drop you amongst them understand?" Unfortunately for Rob he did understand his big ass mouth had gotten his big ass in some serious shit. Trevor places Rob down by the torch ten feet from the gate. Rob grabs the torch as Trevor lands in front of the gate. Exhaling deeply Trevor grasps the front wrought iron fence applying all his might. The vampire begins to strain at the thick electronic gates which give way with metal snapping "plincks". The weight of the mass of zombies pushes inwards Trevor takes flight just above the surging undead legion. "GO!" Clevantes shouts with arrogance as he climbs into the night sky.
One zombie sees Rob and soon hundreds are alerted to his presence. Momentarily he is frozen until the total horror is revealed faces of the dead come bounding for him arms out stretched putrid mouths agape. Rob bolts for the house ahead of the onslaught. "OH GOD!" he cries as he pats himself looking desperately for his lighter. Vaulting up the stairs Robert plunges into the house. The undead prince nice enough to leave the door ajar for him to escape through. Breathe coming in gasps his balls having receded into his abdomen now becoming ovaries. He possessed not the courage to look behind him for a horde of ghouls’ chases him as if he were the fifth Beatle. Grasping his lighter striking it to flame on the run was as difficult as one might think it to be. Finally his heart beat again as the ragged material burst into flames. Weaving thought the house he touched it to anything that was in his path leaving fire in his wake as if he could run fast enough to set things ablaze himself. The fire roared behind him and yet still the dead came on drowning out the crackling flames.
Soon the fire hungry for more to consume traced its way along a flammable trails through out the entire house and onto the compound grounds setting trees and shrubs afire. Rob noticed the flames had also leapt ahead of him and that he chased them as the dead chased him. Burning flames ate at the house incinerating the dead. Rob’s lungs burn in his chest threatening to seize up and cease to functioning his lack of physical activity. Ahead of him lay the rear exit mercifully open a full view of the calm lake out of the backdoor, but no Trevor. Coughing he crested the doorway sweating chest heaving scanning around for his ride. Hearing the dead surge he ran on for the safety of the coach. Zombies the ones first in emerged after him hungry and on fire in front of him the property now teamed with activity from the fetid masses. They all had eyes for him in the distance they beat at the bus. Rob began to cry he was facing death and he was alone.
Floating silently above the weeping man Trevor was pleased with the results. Swooping down snatching Rob as the living dead surrounded him encroaching for the kill. Robert Berry gasped as he was taken up wiping tears away "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" The enraged human screamed in the face of the immortal. "I suggest we call a truce Sir, or shall I sit you back down amongst your fan club?" Robert said nothing, but he thought of revenge "Val needs us." Robert utters through clinched teeth. Over the mayhem they hover and come down on the bus roof top safely twenty feet removed form the ground its engine revving. Trevor drops Rob through the hatch then slides in and closes it. The dead beat at the vehicle rocking the bus on its massive shocks. Moving quickly Robs yanks Val from the coachmen’s seat "excuse me!" Trevor depresses a button on the visor of the bus and the front gate whips open. Through a slot in the window Rob see the dead litter his way, but no roadblocks. He guns the bus and gradually it gains speed crushing the dead under it weight. Behind them the manor of the once powerful vampire godfather is ragging inferno lighting up the night sky. Hundreds of zombies meet their end engulfed in flames this night. Thousands more are attracted to the spectacle. Humans and vampire alike flee. All silent all lost in thought one of home, one of survival, and one of vengeance.