Blood the Vampire

By John Madderson

There’s a new vampire in town and his name is Blood. Alucard, lord of the vampire is ageing, his vampire parasite is nearing its thousand year life cycle and he is in need of a replacement. Joseph Beck is also a vampire, a new-breed, and sworn enemy of Alucard and must at all cost derail Alucards plans to replace his vampire parasite. Alucards plans are and always have been to rule the world through a vampire army. Meanwhile, Blood, Alucards trusted lieutenant is closing in on Joseph in a remote area of hills and lakes in the west of England called Keswick, where Alucard is planning to locate the ancient burial site of the last remaining vampire parasite hive. Joseph and his band of new-breed vampires are almost wiped out in the pursuing battle, but doggedly, they fight on to rid the world of the blood crazed beasts Alucard would unleash onto mankind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Madderson
• Release date: Aug 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476038735

John Madderson

Hi.My name is John Madderson and I love writing horror.I was born in the small industrial seaside town of Blyth Northumberland. In 1964 I joined the Army and enlisted into the Royal Northumberland Fusiliers where in 1966 I met my wife Sylvia while on leave from Germany en-route to Aden and active service. On returning to England Sylvia and I were married and in 1968 we were blessed with our son Lee Raymond. In 1977 I left the army and went into self-employment for a great number of years. I have had a full life but now nearing my retirement I have taken up writing and dedicate my time into bringing back the original saga of Dracula and the blood craved beast he was created to be (with a slight twist.)My books, under the sub-title “The Vampire Hunter,” are a series of four books each depicting a separate time in the past, present and future. The two main characters the villain Alucard, and the hero Joseph Beck, are locked in an eternal battle from which there can be but one survivor.EnjoyJohn Madderson.

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BLOOD

THE VAMPIRE

By

JOHN MADDERSON

Copyright 2012 by John Madderson

Smashwords Edition

All Rights Reserved

Dear reader the following descriptions below are to assist you in your understanding of the creatures within this book.

A Vampire parasite

A vampire parasite is an air-born blood sucking creature of unknown origin. Some believe that it came to earth millions of years ago via a space-craft or meteorite. Over the millenniums this one time irritating little bug mutated and grew to the size of a tadpole and has the ability to invade and infest the dead bodies of humans in order to use the body as a vessel in which to overpower its victims.

A Vampire

The vampire is a dead brainless decaying corpse controlled by the parasites tentacles reaching into the body’s limbs and manipulating movement.

A New-breed

A new-breed is a living human being who was mistakenly infected by the parasite and now in order for it to survive, has endowed that person with its own abilities of flight, nocturnal vision, strength and enhanced senses and extremely long life.

A Toad

Toads are neither dead nor alive. They are strong and highly intelligent and are flesh-eaters through their main purpose are to guard the vampires. They are called toads because of their uncanny facial resemblance to the said amphibian.

I heard someone say that he was a worthless thug and deserved to die. But no one deserved to die the way Harry Briggs died. Someone else commented on the body, saying that it looked like it had been torn apart by a pack of wild animals. But I knew differently. In a few hours so would the coroner and now I would have to stop that from happening. The body of Harry Briggs had to disappear from the morgue?

CHAPTER ONE

I had heard the report of the body in Church Street on the police scanner and had driven to the area, parking the car two streets over in the disused courtyard of an old warehouse. Three minutes later, I was looking down from the rooftop of the building across from the scene. My eyes flashed red as my parasite moved up and into my head and settled behind my eyes. Instantly, the area was bathed in the red hazy light I’d become accustomed to and like any nocturnal animal, night became day. I focused my attention onto the group of people standing around the blood soaked body. Turning my head to one side I focused and with my acute hearing picked up every word.

Never seen anything like this before. The police sergeant had remarked.

But I had, I’d seen it a thousand times over the past eighty plus years, but not recently, no not recently. It had been over four years since I had seen the aftermath of a vampire attack. Alucard was here, here in London, and he had brought with him the most horrid of killing machines, his vampires. Alucard knew I was here, he had searched the globe and he had sought me out and now he had left me his calling card; a sign written in the blood of a human being and the message was, "I’m here, find me!" I had seen what I hoped I’d never see again, but the evidence confronting me was unmistakable and now the hunt was on.

Harry Briggs stood in an ally leading off Church Street at the junction of Grantham Road, he checked his watch and tutted, Bastards late! he snarled then scrubbed out the end of his cigarette against the wall. Thrusting his fist deep into his overcoat pocket, he wrapped his around the hilt of the revolver, his finger taking up the first presser of the trigger while his thumb restlessly levered the hammer back and forth through its ark. Angrily, he muttered to himself under his breath and looked left, then right up the ally. It was dark and he felt uncomfortable but the caller had specified this exact location and time. Now it was three minutes after midnight, three minutes after the specified time. Harry was about to leave when a sound, though a very slight sound, floated past his ear. He had begun to turn and leave when the low growl had whisked past on the crisp night air. He froze, but not through fear, Harry wasn’t afraid of anyone. Slowly, he turned his head, his hand reached back into his overcoat pocket and once again his hand grasped around the hilt of the .22. His thumb levered the hammer back into the fully locked position, his finger slipped inside the trigger guard then wrapped and tightened around the trigger taking up the first presser – he was ready. He looked around the ally, somehow it seemed darker, darker than he had first thought when he had entered between its walls, and now it had started to rain – though not very heavy at this time. He took a step backwards and pressed his back hard against the wall; a shiver ran down his spine as something touched the back of his neck and he spun around then jumped back a few paces into the centre of the ally. Frantically, he looked around his eyes searched the darkness. Suddenly, the silhouette of a man rounded the corner into the ally from Church Street. The man stopped momentarily in the centre of the cobbled ally. He was tall and appeared broad across the shoulders. He wore a trilby and his coat collar was turned up to protect his neck against the rain. For a moment, he stood motionless in the entrance as the streetlight behind him projected his frame across the shinny wet cobbles. Harry stared at the figure as a flash of uncertainty raced through his body; something was wrong, this was wrong and Harry moved back against the wall. Suddenly the man standing in the rain began to walk up the ally and continued to do so at a brisk pace towards him. This was odd and Harry felt concerned about the pace of the person walking towards him. Is that you Johnston, he demanded, but was met with silence. He once more called out this time removing the revolver from his pocket. You’d better answer me who ever you are! Johnston is that you? but again received no answer, as the man continued to approach at an unusually fast pace for someone on a clandestine meeting. Harry had had many a meeting with people who either wanted something or wanted to sell him something, usually information, but this one felt strange and Harry was nervous. Slowly he raised the revolver and pointed it down the ally as he backed up a few paces and stepped into the shallow recess of a doorway. He was about to call out again when suddenly a low growl followed by a hissing sound came from his left side. Harry spun around, but saw nothing as he peered up the ally. He turned back to face the entrance, then again he heard the low growl. It was closer this time and again he spun around in its direction. Something black was approaching him from the opposite direction, something low, rather like a large bird flying straight towards him. Startled, a short cry escaped his throat and he jumped backwards pressing his back hard against the wall of the shallow recess. Suddenly the black sinister shape that only seconds ago Harry had seen coming towards him up the ally rose from a crouched position up to face level and Harry stared straight into the face of the most hideous beast he had ever seen. Screaming, Harry’s finger tightened around the trigger and he fired at point-blank range into its face. The creature screeched and its bony hand flashed across Harry's face. The strike went deep and he felt its long curved talons scrape flesh from his face, then across his cheek bone. For a moment he was stunned by the attack, then he felt the pain as blood gushed from the wound and began to soak into his clothing. Shocked, Harry looked up from his blood covered chest into the face of the beast as another flash of pain ripped through his throat. He felt his body go limp and he sank to the ground on his knees, the revolver releasing from his grip to clatter noisily across the cobbles and eventually lay on its side in a pool of blood. Harry eyes stared into emptiness as he gasped for air. He clenched at his throat with both hands in a vain attempt to stem the blood flow from the widening gash, his body racked with pain, his mind burning with fear, he looked up for the last time into the face of a vampire.

Harry Briggs was a scumbag of the highest order and though I hadn’t known him personally, I knew of him. Harry Briggs was the kind of man that would cut out your eye-balls and come back for the sockets if he had a buyer for them! Harry was a pimp, a thief, a strong-arm-man and was suspected of a number of disappearances though never arrested due to the lack of evidence, but he was no fool.

It took some time for the forensics and police to vacate the area and during that time I had watched a certain pile of trash at the end of the ally move. Someone was hiding in amongst the garbage bags and cardboard boxes. Soon it would be daybreak and the policemen at the end of the ally had been there for some time. They were already beginning to congregate together in conversation and I knew that if I didn’t act now I would be too late. Slowly, silently I descended to ground level and moved silently along the wall until I reached the pile of suspect debris. The pile moved again as I approached and I realised that whatever was hiding in its filth had seen me. Quickly, I reached down into the pile of rubbish, moving items to one side until I reached a quivering mass of clothing; I moved my hand up until I felt hair, then pulled the squirming body of a tramp from his hiding place. He remained silent as I lifted him high and he hung like a rag in my hand, his legs dangling a foot above the cobbles. I looked up into his eyes and saw only fear. He was a man of about fifty, though his appearance was that of a vagrant. At first I thought that he had been sleeping there, then I saw the video camera and I realised that Harry had planted him there to watch and film the meeting. I lowered him to the ground; still he said nothing though his eyes said everything. I took the camera from him and pushed a few bank notes into his pocket and he disappeared back into the pile of trash and probably wouldn’t move again until the police had left. I knew that what he had seen would remain with him for the rest of his life, and I also knew that it would be safe with him for who would believe a tramp’s story as preposterous as his, the story that he had filmed a vampire attack. He had been placed there by Harry and had recorded everything as per his instructions though if he had been expecting a reward for his time then I fear Harry probably had other plans for him. Harry had taken precautions and had had the meeting filmed presumably for future reasons though I feared that the destitute man would not have had any future after tonight, had Harry have lived.

The tramp was gone, buried among the trash. The policemen were still at the entrance to the ally and I was back on the roof of the building. A minute later, I was sitting in my car driving across the city to my apartment with the video camera on the passenger seat next to me as the first rays of sunlight rose majestically into the sky, its brilliance reflected off the rain soaked tiles of the London rooftops.

Harry had died a horrible death and in pain, but he had died a lot quicker than others I’d seen at the hands of a vampire. Others had died slower, much slower because blood flows quicker from out of a live victim when the heart is still pumping.

It has been over eighty long years since my first encounter with vampires. Eighty years since I was first infected by the parasite that turned me into a living vampire at the age of nineteen, and eighty long years since I first encountered General Wolfgang Alucard. I have never forgotten the slaughter of my men at the hands of his vampires at the stone pyramid in Russia during the German retreat and now I hunt them out and kill them. However, there is one vampire that constantly evades all my attempts to destroy him, he constantly hunts me and taunts me for he wants me dead as much as I need him to be gone forever. He knows that it was me that fought his evil plan for world domination, his plan to control the world through his vampire army and now that he has found me in London, and until he is dead, the slaughter of the innocent will continue.

Back at my apartment, I examined the camera; it was compact, the kind that fits into the palm of your hand and with limited zoom, but more than adequate for its intended use at that time. Apart from the vampire attack, the rest of the film was not of very good quality due to the distance between the tramp and the end of the ally. However it did show that there was definitely someone standing there. I had hoped that it would have shown who it was. Though I figured that it must have been Alucard, I needed proof. I picked up the phone and dialled. The phone at the other end rang six times before it was picked up and I was just about to talk when the answering machine cut in.

Sorry, out just now call after three o’clock or leave a message, Jim!

The machine clicked into record mode and I spoke.

Jim call me back! I was about to hang up then added, It’s most important Jim that you call me as soon as you get in! I hung up. I was disappointed and I really needed Jim to be there at home, as there was something niggling at the back of my head. The silhouette in the entrance to the ally was too tall to be Alucard although I had my doubts due to the distance, the zoom and the length of the shadow cast across the cobbles. Was it someone else, a new vampire, possibly one of Alucards new breed?

"Crap!" I whispered.

I went back to the camera and ran the film over and over again; the tramp had captured everything, though in some places due to trembling hands, the film was out of focus. He hadn’t missed much. The footage showed every gruesome detail of the vampire attack and the limited defence Harry Biggs had time to muster before his death, before the camera was switched off. I can only imagine the terror on the tramps face as he witnessed the horrendous death of a human being as he was torn apart by something as grotesque as a vampire. I checked the time.

The body must be there by now, time to call Malcolm at the morgue!

I knew that I had to talk to him before the medical examiner started his work and Malcolm was the very man I needed, as it was vitally important that the body