Starting date Oct 5 - Oct 12
*Restarted due to change in idea and plot and thinking between none entry or entry [^,~] *

Statistics; word count-12634
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Average read time - 1 hour 40 mins...so feel free to get a sandwich a drink and please enjoy the story due to KAW rules its a bit darker then what I like to write and I just felt like over detailed sex would just ruin the atmosphere I have some words not everyone will agree with but it fits the time period and story sorry if your offended but enjoy still (^~^)
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In the age of yor when times was simpler where a man can own his own land fight for it and control it and all that live on it. A time where the Mississippi river carved out small empires around the south lived a particularly rich and powerful family. They were known as the McCullen family they owed the largest plot of land all around Georgia. They grew cash crops of all types they had the second largest cotton plantation in all of America the largest tobacco plantation and even a island down in the Caribbean that sol purpose was to grow sugar cane for export gaining them huge sums of money.

Yes the McCullen family was a small kingdom smack dab in the middle of Georgia. They could trace their bloodline back to the great French kingdom of the Charlemagne ages or so they would tell the many guest who frequently join them at the main mansion that sits on top of a hill and is surrounded by the cotton plantation that is the backbone of their empire. The patriarch of the McCullen family is Jebadiah McCullen III a old man who always wears a fine snow white three piece suite made of the finest cotton from his own plantation. He isn't hard to notice his snake leather crisp point shoes and his cane christened with a ball of pure gold with the family initials engraved on it that he uses to walk give him a very clear and noticeable sound as he walks the halls of his mansion.

The many light brown pleasant looking house slaves always knew when he was about in the house from his three point sharp and loud gallop on his pure oak floorboards imported from the forest in Virgina. They would often be just out of site cowering and dreading the moment Jebadiah would stop in his tracks and cough twice clearing his throat to signal his need of his slaves. Jebadiah may be from a old family but his was not from the old blood of kings, dukes, and priest whom he claimed in many of his conversations with the rich and powerful folks in his extravagant parties that he throws to show off his wealth. No his bloodline was from a much darker and foul bloodline one as old as Cane and Able a bloodline that stalks the night and strikes fear into the strongest of men that even brainless animals would have enough sense to keep away from.

Jebadiah was average in hight at five foot seven inches six inches if you caught him with out his shoes on, had neatly cut long salted hair with a crisp beard on his face peppered with faint color of his once red hair but was mostly white from a long life and stress. He wasn't the only member of the McCullen family no his wife Vanessa was so feared by the slaves they wouldn't dare raise their head to look at her with out being smack across leaving deep claw like scratches across their face. She wore a deep dark purple dress of the most prominent fashion of Europe and her classic red heels and was never seen with out a vail over her face with either a elegant paper fan or a matching sun umbrella. They both ruled over the large plantation with a ferocious iron fist that they would be more then happy to demonstrate if the need be to anyone be it slaves of which they own near a quarter thousand of or regular upstanding folks who they feel have wronged them in some type of manner.

The slaves often worked from before sunrise to mid day taking a small hour break to work well into the night. None dare to even think of leaving as the last brave soul that tried to escape with his family corpse is still locked up in a three foot high cage infront of the slave quarters. His family of two small children both eighteen and a woman no more then thirty six had their legs cut off in front of every slave including the house slaves, and how they were left in the fields to be eaten alive by the vermin and insects that roam in the fields. They all saw as Bartley the man in charge with maintaining the slaves in good working order was also whipped and then had been dipped in hot bubbling oil for letting them escape essentially cooking him alive.

Bartley son Gilbert was the one who punished his father and was now in charge of the slaves he is young man at the tender age of nineteen but filled with the hate of a bitter broken down eighty year old man. He would stay and watch over the slaves day and night making sure that even the spirit of the slave who has been long dead in the cage due to starvation couldn't escape to Hell. Gilbert is engaged to be married to Chastity the only child of the McCullen family she is a beautiful vibrant young lady of eighteen years old. Chastity while looked to be a fairy tale princess with her dark charcoal black curls and bright shining sky blue eyes was a evil child often flaunting her body over the huge muscle having negros that worked over the fields.

If any would look up she would pull out a large club studded with small iron balls she carried and beat the slave to death with a smile and giggling as the body twitches and is gurgling for mercy. If none looked up she would be filled with so much hate from being spurned by these beast that she would walk up to one of the boss men and point out any woman slave and have her raped infront of the other slaves and shot dead afterwards. Chastity loved watching the negro women scream and groan in pain then curl up trying to gather her torn clothing up despite knowing that soon she would be killed. Chastity loved seeing the skulls burst open and blood splash all over the field as no one could help her or even look away scared for the same treatment and punishment from this demented child.

Jebadiah knew of his daughters extra curricular strolls over the field but didn't care. She was a angel a saint in his eyes walking among the slaves giving them a bit of entertainment before they would work themselves to death. He stood on the porch of his mansion looking on as his daughter would blow him a kiss and head off towards the slave house presumably to torture the slaves to start her day. It's very rare that a vampire can actually have a born child as most ranks of vampires are made picked and chosen by another who you inadvertently impressed with your act of cruelty over your fellow man.

That's how Jebadiah was turned back in the battle field of some long forgotten village in the desert buried under sand but once was filled with life and death. In the great calling of God himself crying out for his children to reclaim his lands from the evil Ottoman empire, Jebadiah wasn't a man who was stricken with the cry of battle for God's army and glory. No he was a common English man a thief in Paris who was caught and sentenced to die in battle for his Gods forgiveness in the hopes that his noble sacrifice will gain Gods favor and spare him a eternity of pain with the devil himself. He wasn't even called Jebadiah his name that he was born into is long forgotten since he was reborn in the field of battle.

His company officer was one Count Francis Rothschild of a small village who's ranks were filled with many criminals from petty thieves like Jebadiah to murders and rapists of nuns. His company has survived the two year trek from the borderlands of France to the middle east, once they reached the Chosen Land they were all dismayed. Gods Kingdom was filled with sand, blood, burned churches, and carnage. That's what Jebadiah remembers of the land which that his company was sent to save. His group of two hundred men were surprised nearly being swallowed up buy a sand storm that appeared to come from God himself banishing the men from his land. They quickly ran into shelter in a small village that was mostly burned down by the Ottoman armies and waited out the storm. Some took shelter behind the stone walls that stayed erect while others were picked for guard duty and stayed awake guarding then rest as they slept.

Then in the middle of the night while most of the men slept in the chard remains of the pillaged village and the sand storm was still raging. A group of Ottoman Calvary chargers rode into town using the storm as cover the sentinels didn't notice them. A third of the condemned soldiers where slaughtered by the time the rest woke up and fought back the charge. Jebadiah was awaken by the cries of men dying around him quickly he grabbed his sword and shield ready to fight not for his God or his fellow men but for his own survival having his mind, body, and soul dip into that beastly urge that man experiences when his life is threaten and wants to live no matter the cost.

He charged at a horseman using his shield as a battering ram and crashing into the neck of the horse tumbling the rider off his mount. Jebediah ran his sword down the riders chest the riders thick cloth wasn't no match for the cheap metal blade that easily sliced threw the man quickly ending his life. Next he used the sand storm to his advantage running with the wind to hide his approach and slaughtered three more riders inadvertently saving count Rothschild who was about to be killed by a huge Turk welding a large curved blade. Jebadiahs brave charge inspired the rest of the men and they circled the riders and began to hack them away until they bolted threw the crusaders ranks, and retreated back into the desert disappearing like spirits in the night.

Count Rothschild who was in charge of the men and nearly was cut down is now missing his left arm and was walking among his men inspecting the troops like as if he wasn't bleeding out profusely onto the ground. Normally a cut that big in a dirty sand storm would leave a man's wounds to fester and eventually kill the man or leave him severely lame. The count didn't seem to mind in fact he rallied everyone together to prepare for the next charge of the sacrilegious Turks. Jebadiah noticed the counts wounds and urged the count to relax and lay down fully expecting him to die a agonizing death of some infection or blood loss if he wasn't treated quickly enough.

After Jebediah helped Count Rothschild into a small house to start a fire he placed a sword in the embers, as soon as Jebadiah placed the sword on the embers to burn and clean the wound he felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck. As well as what felt like a sharp claw carving some sort of symbol on his back in the shape of a six point star that burned his skin and made the room smell like the sulfuric pools in the bedrock of Hell itself was rising around them. The pain was sharp but brief everything seemed to pause and the world faded into darkness a deep and empty darkness that seemed to swallow everything up. When Jebadiah woke up all was diffrent the air was still and warm the dry air wasn't the same as it was when he last remembered. Instead of a howling wind blowing sand everywhere the air was quiet and he was alone in this still and deathly silent world that he has awoken into.

Standing up Jebadiah felt diffrent no longer weak from hunger or his feet sore and blistered from the months of marching across Europe to the other side of the world. He awoken with the sense of power he looked at the sky and it seemed like a new world to him. Stepping out he saw it wasn't a new world but the same one only with more bodies littering the ground both Turks and some of his fellow French men their bodies half hurried in sand. "Ahhh we have awoken have we? Shame I thought I'd have them all to myself." Count Rothschild said from across the burned village in a hushed tone but Jebadiah could hear him as clear as if he was standing in front of him.

"I'm sure you'll see that you missed quite a battle. That's fine I saved a few Turks who survived the battle for us to enjoy." Count Rothschild waved him over with a hypnotic gaze that Jebadiah couldn't resist. They both entered a church that was barely standing with its walls ashen with remnants of a fire the few pews that where left were filled with captured Turks bound up like stuffed pigs and even some of the men that also were part of the company of men Count Rothschild controlled.

"You have survived I knew their was something special about you from the moment I saw you back in France." Count Rothschild stepped closer to the men. "Which one do you want? You'll need your strength if you want to make the trip back or keep on hunting here in our land."

Jebadiah was surprised his own comrades at arms gagged and bound like wild boar in some sort of kings feast. "Your insane what do you mean? Release them this isn't what we came here for have you been stricken mad?" Jebadiah said as he went to untie a solider, but the closer Jebadiah got the louder his ears rang with a thumping sound. He focused on the sound pinpointing it to the men's hearts beating faster and faster under their chest from fear.
"You hear them don't you? You feel that hate that burns deep in your body towards that sound don't you? It's their hearts silence them." Count Rothschild said to Jebadiah smiling as he saw Jebadiah dive towards the nearest man and tore into his neck. Instinctively Jebadiah knew where to strike and closed his mouth over the man's throat his sharp tongue dragging over the soft flesh tearing up skin as it drags over the area and leaving a much softer and raw flesh in its place. He then dug his teeth tearing into him and began to drain him dry noticing he didn't use his fangs in his mouth to suck the man dry, but his tongue feeling it split open revealing tiny suction cups that drained the man dry leaving nothing but a pile of bones in a sack of flesh.

The other bound up men cried some prayed to their God for salvation while a Turk solider cursed them in Turkish, "Şeytan vampir şeytan oğlu Tanrı cehenneme geri grev olabilir!" Which roughly translates to vampire demon son of Satan may God strike you back into Hell. "A smart one you know of us?" Count Rothschild asked as he got closer to the brave Turk. "Speak up sığırlar or forever hold your tongue as I send you into the abyss."

The Turk spat at Count Rothschild leaving a trail of yellow mucous dripping down Rothschilds face and spoke up loudly. "I'm no sığırlar I'm no cattle I am a solider of Tanrı of God sent here to rid your filth off this land." Count Rothschild wiped the spit off his face with his elongated tongue stretching up and grabbing all of it up then spitting it back at the Turk. "Your doing a terrible job at it sığırlar."

Jebadiah stepped back after seeing the sack of flesh and noticed what he has done his hand over his gaping mouth still tasting the iron tang of that man's blood in his tongue. "My God what have I done?" Jebadiah looked over to the tipped cross from where Jesus Christ hung his head looking away as if condemning the gruesome act Jebadiah has just commented. "It's fine we all lose it at first but you can't gorge yourself like a glutton like that everytime. Pace yourself like this." Count Rothschild pounced on the man to the left of him sucking on his neck for three seconds leaving him pale and dazed.

Jebadiah felt sick feeling his stomach bubble and he began to vomit uncontrollably purging himself of the blood he just consumed. "My word your a rude one." Count Rothschild said as he pulled a handkerchief out and cleaned the excess amount of blood from his lips and politly folding the handkerchief back into his pocket. They continued to slowly devour the men once Count Rothschild explained what had happened to Jebadiah.

Rothschild explained how every few decades comes a time where a vampire can turn the cattle they feed on into vampires but only the strong and evil can survive the transformation. He was in that time frame and liked the idea of turning one of his men into a vampire because due to the black plague the ranks of vampires have been dwelling. While common wounds and infections don't harm a vampire they can simply suck the blood of humans and heal themselves even regenerate limps. This radical black plague has been quite dangerous to the vampire kind as its a disease that attacks the blood of the cattle that they survive off of. Cattle is what vampires refer to humans as they are simply a food source to vampires mindless animals of burden to be used and consumed. "Don't fall in love with your prey. You don't see cattle humping the pig before they roast it well don't fall in love with cattle the urge to stop their heart from beating is much to powerful and you'll only hurt yourself more then the cattle leaving them disfigured or entrapped in the gates of Hell."

Rothschild explained how humans are easy to manipulate you have many tools at your disposal seeing as vampire can't die of age they accumulated quite a large sum of gold and other valuables and trade goods. The most powerful in the world are really vampires who wage war to keep the cattle population down and to keep themselves in power. "Don't be afraid to keep a human as your marionette or how you say puppet but never give them to much power or we will send our marionettes to kill it and you. Keep yourself alive while we control most of the kingdoms in the world we don't control the Church so don't anger the Church and you'll be just fine." Rothschild said as the both drained the Turk last enjoying his screams of pain as they drained him then let him heal to only drain him over and over again for three days and two nights.

Jebadiah was reminiscing of how his mentor told him not many vampires can breed but if one does come to be born they are exceptionally evil and to be celebrated on their coming of age. That was tonight to be exact it was his darling Chastity birthday today and the celebration is about to start and he was waiting for the arrival of his old mentor along with the Clan. The Clan was the head of the most powerful vampire families the O'Reilly, Lafayette, Rothschild and of course now the McCullen all vampires whom had born children. "Boe what time is it?" Jebadiah asked Boe his personal house servant a tall mulatto slave boy who Jebediah raised to be a fulfilling dutiful servant to every one of his needs.

"The time is half past seven Sir." Boe said as he passed his master a his morning tea. "Ah yes how nice it is to be up and enjoy the early breeze today. You know what today is Boe?" Boe placed a old rocking chair behind his master and let him sit. "Yes Sir, today is miss Chastity birthday and I've had the rest of the house slaves setting up for this day for the past week."

"This tea is delicious Boe pour yourself some and enjoy the morning air with me son." Jebadiah said while he placed his cane to the side of his rocking chair and waited for his guest arrival while hearing the thumping of the slaves hearts deep in the fields. "They won't be here until half past noon Sir. Shall I fetch you some entertainment?" Boe said as he poured himself a cup of tea but didn't drink it.

"Yes bring two big fellas so they can beat themselves bloody I want to see a good fight." Jebadiah said as he leaned back and began to rock back and forth in his rocking chair. "Very well Sir." Boe placed his cup down and walked over to a small slave woman who's main duty is to courier messages to and from the mansion and whispered. "Bring the two biggest you can find for a fight the healthier the better." Boe saw the woman run off down the dirt path and past the slave house.

Chastity was already in the slave quarters hiding tacks and ticks under the floor mats the slaves used to sleep during the night. The young slave woman stopped in her tracks and hid behind a tree and waited for chastity to skip off with a evil smile across her face skipping towards Gilbert. Chastity found her fiance sitting atop his horse with his shirt half open his muscles glistening with sweat as he overlooks the field waiting for someone to slip up. "Hey love bug what are you up to now?" Chastity asked with a unearthly innocent southern accent unlike her father's French accent as she spun around knowing her short dress was exposing her smooth legs wrapped in white thin almost transparent stockings to the slaves below her.

Gilbert steadied his horse and bent down for a kiss which Chasity more then happy give him. "Nothin' just making sure these things keep working hard making yo's daddy rich." Gilbert said with a cocky smirk and southern drawl as he got off the horse. "She's not working." Chastity said pointing to the small skinny slave woman who hid behind the tree who eyes were barely peeking from around the tree trunk.

"Aye! You come out from that tree and get to work or I'll beat you bloody." Gilbert grabbed a whip that was strapped on his saddle and got ready to start whipping when she came out from behind the tree. "I's am working mister. I's to get two big ones for Boe the Sir wants to see a fight." She said with her arms up over her face fully expecting being to still be whipped.

Gilbert raised his hand but was stopped by Chastity light grasp. "Get the men I want to see a fight too." She ordered Gilbert and he slowly put his hand down and turned around whistling twice signaling for the men to rise up. All the men with in ear shot stood up all in relatively good shape but some were weak on their last leg who won't make it past this month. Gilbert scanned the field for two big ones when he heard the woman speak. "They's to be healthy the Sir needs a good fight." Her mousey voice squeaked out while she stared at the ground intentionally avoiding Chastity never blinking stare.

Gilbert pointed to two big fresh ones just introduced two weeks ago. "You and you follow her." The men that were picked stood at six feet tall each were thick with muscles and looked relatively healthy they both followed the slave woman and chastity towards the mansion. Once they reached there the slave girl tried to leave but was held in place by Chastity as the men went to Boe who waved them over with a nod.

Boe was wearing his clean neat black suit and neat short hair with white gloves looking very handsome but the face of Boe was scared from a old mistake he done during his childhood. Boe took the men to the back to be washed by other slaves who had prepared two wooden tubs for them. The male slaves who wore nothing but dingy brown pants were stripped naked, and walked into the tubs where three women started to clean the men. First the women ran soap over the males chest then cool water dumped over them. Then the male slaves would feel two pairs of hands washing their legs very thoroughly cleaning the length of the legs with soapy hands clean their genitals taking care to make sure they get real clean and presentable for the Sir of the house.

The male slaves threw their heads backs enjoying the small hands over the length of their penis, but of one of the slaves kept looking at a girl in the eye and was soon reprimanded by Boe. Boe who stepped in front of the man casted his shadow covering the man and he quickly looked away from the young slave girl. Boe looked over both of them then snapped his fingers and turning around. Another slave girl grabbed a bucket of cold water and dumped it over the men shocking them back into reality. Boe pointed up and saw that miss Chastity and some slave girl were staring at the men coming out of the wooden tub and dumped with more cold water washing the soapy water off their rock hard body and leaving their dark ebony skin glistening.

Chastity tilted the slave girls head up making sure she looked at the slaves penises and stared as the other female slaves dried them with a old towel. "You want that don't you?" Chastity hissed under her breath to the skinny woman's ear who tried to shake her head no but couldn't under Chasity tight grip. "Miss chastity?" Boe asked and she let the girls head go and the small slave girl took off around the house. "Was that necessary?''

Chastity giggled as she kept looking at the men. Boe turned around and looked at them too. "If you rise I'll cut it off." They both looked at Boe who looked at the penises and made a cutting motion with his hand. Quickly they both put their hands over it and changed into a new pair of red pants.

Boe motioned them to follow him back to the front where Jebadiah was patiently waiting for them. "Speak english? Understand it?" Boe asked them both who shaked their head yes. "Good, you stand over there and you over here." The men walked over to their places standing two feet apart in front of the porch not very far from Jebediah. "Ready Sir?" Boe asked and waited for Jebadiah to nod yes.

Jebadiah looked over the men both seemed equally strong and tall this fight will be good he thought to himself. "I'm ready Daddy." Chastity chirped happily sitting on her daddy's lap. Jebadiah nodded his head and Boe told them both in a strong voice. "Fight until one of you die." Both of them instantly wrapped arms and tried to push the other to the ground.

Both men were indeed equally matched in strength but not in stamina once one got the advantage he pushed the other off him and started to swing his fist onto the others face. "Yay! I was getting bored watching them dance with each other." Chastity said as she bounced on her dad's lap watching the slave beat the other to death with his fist. Soon the tide turned as the slave who is being beaten spreads his legs under the other knocking him off balance and got a hold of his neck wrapping his forearm around it squeezing it under his strong bicep.

With a quick motion he snapped the neck of the other and began to breathe heavily as the dead limp body of the slave fell on top of his. "Oh I didn't see that coming daddy did you?" Chastity asked her father and grabbed at his arm digging her fingers into his skin. "No sweetie I didn't, Boe clean him up and let him rest in the back." Jebadiah told Boe who picked up the dead body off the winner with ease and congratulated the winner and escorted the victor to the back to be washed again.

"You shouldn't be seeing such activities my dear it's not lady like go to your room to get ready for your party tonight." Vanessa McCullen said as she came out of the mansion just in time to see the winner being escorted to the back. "Fine specimen he'll do." Chastity got up and giggled knowing full well tonight was her night where she will be presented to Daddy's friends and be inducted to the family traditions. "Yes mother, excuse me Daddy." Chastity got off her father rubbing her rump on his lap and kissing his cheek before heading into the house making sure her mother can see her bust as she turned and bent over to kiss her Daddy goodbye.

After chastity went into the house she instantly found a slave and pulled her hair towing the slave girl with her to her room. "Really Jebadiah she is your daughter." Vanessa said with a dry tone to her voice. "She is just testing her boundaries is all, children will be children." Jebadiah said with a smile on his face rocking back and forth. "Someone is coming he looked down the road as a horse trotted slowly down the dirt road." Clearing his throat twice a slave quickly came out the house.

"Sir?" Asked a male house slave with a bit of a southern drawl. "Fetch me Boe." Jebadiah grabbed his cane and rose up as the slave went to find Boe who was in the back. Boe was in the back shack where he was busy pulling on a chain that was hooked up to the slave who won the fight legs the victorious slave was knocked out and tied his arms hanging below his head and gagged with a rag.

There is ten slaves hanging most cut and scared while others are slowly dripping blood into pails filling up slowly with blood from skillful cuts to slowly bleed them out but deep enough to kill or allowing them to fester. Once Boe had the slave hanging up high enough he grabbed a knife from behind his back ready to cut the slave wrist when he heard someone coming up to the small shack. Boe got the chain locked in place and hurriedly closed and locked door in time to meet the slave who came to fetch him. They didn't say a word to one another they both knew he shouldn't be here and if he is then it means Jebadiah needs Boe so they both walked back to the front of the mansion silently.

"My name's Flinch Sanders sir. I'm here to collect your annual donation to the church." The stranger said as he held his horses reigns and introduced himself to the owner of the plantation. "Usually the bishop himself comes for the donation Mr. Sanders." Vanessa said in her dry tone as Boe marched forward to the man stepping up behind Jebadiah and Vanessa McCullen.

"Well the bishop is stricken with pneumonia and he couldn't make it I'd be happy to show you letter of introduction from the bishop himself." Flinch said as he reached into his saddle when he felt Boe hand tightly on his wrist. "Please do be careful with what you pull out Sir." Boe said looking at the man directly in the eye. "Now Boe he is a man of the cloth." Jebadiah said in a non convincing tone that he truly trusted the man.

"It's just a letter." Flinch said as he grabbed Boe hand off his then pulled out the letter with the Bishops seal on it. "My apologies Mr. Sanders." Boe said with a bow and stepped back onto the porch. "No harm done, here you go Mr.McCullen." Flinch said as he tried to hand the letter over.

Jebadiah went to take the letter but noticed the man wore a silver ring on his index and ring fingers and signaled for Boe to take the letter by nodding his head. Boe quickly took the letter and handed it to his master. Jebadiah looked over the letter and opened it and began to read the contents of the letter.

"Dear Mr. McCullen I apologize for my absence but I give my word that Mr.Sanders is of upstanding character and I trust him with my life. I send Mr.Sanders to get the donation for the church and to guard it, I thank you for the understanding.

Bishop Flanders."

"Is everything in order?" Flinch asked looking around as another slave came to drag away the dead corpse of the slave that lost the fight. "Yes, everything is in order. Don't mind the mess every once and while we get a unruly slave to proud to work and we have remove them from the rest." Jebadiah said while seeing the body dragged away to the back of the house. "You know what they say one bad apple ruins the bunch." Vanessa added as she turned fetch the donation.

"Right, bad apples." Flinch said nervously waiting for the donation. It didn't take long for Vanessa to come back with a small decorative box with etchings of flowers and small young angels around the box in her hands. "This box contains our donation I'll trust that you'll not delay in your return of this box as it's a family heirloom." Vanessa said handing the box over to Flinch taking extra care of the box.

"Yes you have my word Mrs. McCullen I'll be back as fast a lightning strike in a thunderstorm." Flinch said as he tucked the box under his arm and went to shake Jebadiahs hand. They both shaked hands and soon after Flinch hopped on his horse and began to ride back down the dirt road heading out of the vast plantation and to the church in town. As Jebadiah saw the man ride away he turned to Boe. "Is everything set?"

"I'll have them drained for tonight's festivities Sir." Boe replied and went back to deal with dead slave. Boe knew of what atrocities his master and especially his masters wife are capable of and has a inkling of that they truly might be, devils. The only thing Boe was sure of is if he doesn't play his part he will be up hanging like the rest of the slaves who have been chosen to be killed.
Vanessa grabbed her husband's hand and told him to give him a kiss. Jebadiah raised her vail and saw her horribly disfigured face. Her lower lip was pulled across towards the side of her face, eyes bugged out her smile has a large over bite. The transformation from cattle to vampire was particularly hard for Venassa, but Jebadiah still loved her her face may be disfigured but it's still the woman he fell in love with eighty eight years ago.

Jebadiah was one of the first of his kind to come to the new world from Europe but far from the first vampire to live on the Americas. When he first came off the ship with forty people they quickly settled into the wilderness, and they named the now lost colonel settlement Salvation. It was remote deep in the woods but close to a river and plenty of solid ground to settle on. The group of men all started to chop down tress and began to try to carve out a new living for themselves and it only took a month for them to build wooden shacks for themselves and their families.

The trip to the new world was where Jebadiah and Vanessa first met, on the boat where she was married to a foolish man named Jacques Cobbler. Jebadiah was in love with her from the moment he layed eyes on her but Jebadiah couldn't do anything at least not on the ship as fear of the night stalkers ravaged the European countryside most of pilgrims feared that vampires might flock to the new world so they held every one in suspicion. Once they reached land he quickly befriended Jacques and plotted his death, maybe a tree will fall on him or he would be attacked by a wild beast.

Little did he know that he didn't have to wait to long for Jacques demise. The land they have chosen to settle in was held as sacred ground to the wild native Indians and they sent braves to first warn them to leave by firing arrows at them for weeks intentionally missing but still close enough to strike fear. Jacques was first to pick up his musket and fire into the bushes and killed a brave when a arrow came close to hitting Vanessa. Later that night the settlement was hearing demonic howls and screams with other noises to keep them awake and tired but to also work the braves into a killing frenzy.

The men of the settlement had very little sleep all are dead tired except Jebadiah who never seems to get tired. When the sun rose from the horizon and the warm rays of sunlight hit the shacks of the settlers was when the first braves came to attack. They were led by a native Indian named sleeping bear who called himself that because of his deep sleeping fury that rested below the surface of his normally kind and gentle spirit.

The attack was quick with a volley of arrows flying at the settlement killing all the men who came out once they noticed it was quiet, but Jebadiah kept the other men back inside of their shelters waiting for the charge. "Don't wast the first shot if we kill enough of them we will kill any fight left in the rest." Jebadiah shouted from his cabin to the other men who all silently agreed. It was quiet the native Indians seemed to be waiting for something but then all of them charged whooping and yelling axes and spears in hand. "Now! Fire!" Jebadiah ordered and the men fired pistol and musket shot into the wave of Indians and fell the majority of them as they ran back frightfully at the thundering shot of the settlements defenders.

The men stayed inside of their cabins reloading quickly preparing for the next wave. "Stay ready!" Jebadiah said as he saw the foliage around them shake and move as a unearthly thumping came from the back of the settlement. Jebadiah knew that sound it was the slow and distinct thumping of a vampires heart quickly Jebadiah ran to the back of his cabin and saw a brave wearing a large animals skull over his face and covered in animals blood make it's way to the settlement.

The feral looking brave was Sleeping Bear. Jacques came out of his cabin he saw the beast in front of him and froze petrified of the tall and demonic looking beast. Sleeping Bear stared at him and hypnotized Jacques making the man paralyzed. Sleeping Bear howled and jumped on the man tearing at Jacques flesh draining the body of his blood and then in a gruesome act Sleeping Bear tilted his head up and vomited over himself. Letting the blood drench him and he howled at the sky when Jebadiah charged at the Sleeping Bear and then shot at him and began beating Sleeping Bear with the musket gun but it seemed to have no effect.

Sleeping Bear absorbed all the blows and didn't fall instead he punched Jebadiah in the stomach and tore out his guts. Jebadiah doubled over and was knocked out and left the settlement to be purged by the native Indians. When Jebadiah woke up he saw the settlement in ruins and grabbed his abdomen and saw his stomach ripped and pouring out of him. The pain was immense never has he felt such pain, not since before he was turned.

Gathering his internal organs in his arm and trying to stuff them back into himself Jebadiah got up. His first instinct was to feed and found a victim groaning, her clothes torn and ripped she was bruised probably raped her face bloody and swollen. He hasn't feed in weeks not a human anyways Jebadiah has hunted some wild animals and drained them but human blood has this effect on vampires that just doesn't get replicated in animals blood. Jebadiah crawls over to the woman her face to swollen to be recognisable and her heart beating weakly but enough to feed on her.

Jebadiah grabbed at her face turned her over exposing the soft neck and began to suck on her life essence. When a vampire drinks on human blood the life experiences of that human flash behind closed eye lids, and soon the life of the woman he is ravaging passed threw his mind. Summer days on a farm in the French country side, a abusive father while growing up, running away with a childhood sweetheart then marrying, and losing a child with sickness during labor.

Then Jacques face came into view leading the woman onto a massive ship heading to the new world. Jebadiah realized who the woman was and quickly made the mark on her back sending her soul to the pits of Hell and hopefully she will live. Venassa felt a cold air grasp all over and then eventually saw her own life flash before her eyes. The one image that stuck out was how her and other women were taken unwillingly by the savages who attacked Salvation and killed her husband.

The feeling of the savages poking and prodding her every opening and hitting her whenever she would struggle to break free from under them. Vanessa was filled with so much hate she cursed every single one of them as they finished in her. Then she woke up next to Jebadiah who was crouched over her body his stomach red and purple with a ugly scar and bruise that covered his stomach.

Jebadiah nursed her back to health but noticed that because he waited so long to try to turn her it left Vanessa face severely disfigured. He still loved her and both of them got revenge on the tribe that wronged them. Vanessa sodomized every brave that she saw with a smooth ten inch wooden spear end being extra vicious to the braves that she remembers assaulting her. As Vanessa terrorized the tribe Jebadiah killed anyone who tried to escape after he sneaked in and killed the other vampire who nearly disemboweled him by striking his hand into the rival vampires chest and ripping out the still beating heart out of his chest. Jebadiah can still feel the slow beating heart in his hand whenever he reminisces about the native vampire he killed.

Later that day around noon the party was about to start all the house slaves had placed the special utensils on the table the silver wear was polished to a almost blinding shine. Elegant plates made of the finest French porcelain are placed neatly and spaced equally infront of the solid chairs that had soft cushions stuffed with cotton from the plantation. The day was to be Miss Chastity day and the cooks had spent half of it preparing fine delicious delicacies that were just about done when the first guest arrived.

Jebadiah was standing outside on his porch when he noticed a carriage strolling up to the mansion. Once it came to a stop a old man wearing a black and blue suit came out his face wrinkled with great age accompanied by a young strapping man in a matching suit. It was count Francis Rothschild who stepped out of the cart with his young companion. Jebadiah smiled as soon as he seen him remembering the distinct thump of Rothschild black heart.

"My good friend Count Rothschild I knew you'd be the first to arrive." Jebadiah said as he embraced the aged Rothschild. "I couldn't miss my protege induction into the Clan today is a great day for us both my boy." Rothschild said in a wheezing voice raspy with age but still heavy with his French accent.

"My friend this is my boy you remember him, Reginald." Francis Rothschild said introducing his son to Jebadiah. "A pleasure seeing you again Mr.McCullen." Reginald said shaking Jebadiah hand and then helping his father up the porch. The men entered the house and into the lounge room sharing stories over cigars and fine aged brandy.

The other guest came in the next few hours first was Patrick O'Reilly and his daughter Baillie O'Reilly dressed in dark red clothing. The Lafayettes were next both mother and daughter wearing powder blue clothing. They all were introduced by Boe who changed into his snow white outfit to match his master as all of the slaves in the house are to wear white the color of the McCullen family. "Sir shall I set up the dining room for a early dinner service?" Boe asked while pouring the eldest Lafayette a glass of brandy.

"Yes we will be there soon Boe that will be all." Jebadiah said as he looked at Patrick O'Reilly. "How's the Island doing?" Patrick O'Reilly took a sip of his brandy and smiled. "Absolutely famished the land is unforgiving but in England things are the same the Royals stuff themselves while the rest of the Island starves, but I'm still making a killing with my ventures in the Africa diamonds and other jewels is where the money is not this farming and slave owning. I make a killing buy the slaves fresh from a supplier work them to death and get some new ones to dig the ground up for more." Patrick O'Reilly said as he eyed Boe. "That one wouldn't last half the day in my mines he's too soft."

"Luckily Boe doesn't have to worry about that Patrick. Taking from the earth is a quick way to get rich but not very sustainable. What will you do once there is no more pretty rocks to pluck from the dirt? Can't grow more shiny rocks can you?" Vanessa said walking into the room in her white gown with a matching vail over her face standing next to her husband. Her remark made Harriet Lafayette giggle the child of the eldest of the Lafayette bloodline.

"She has a point Patrick. I myself know of the value of respecting the land for I have much need of the land to grow my textile industry of that silly husband of mine." Harriet said with her heavy French accent while her mother placed a hand on her shoulder telling her to hold her tongue. "Vanessa such a pleasure to meet you, your husband told us all about you." Mari Lafayette said shaking Vanessa hand and smiling politely at her. Mari Lafayette is a petite woman who has a natural pale completion and wear a lot of rouge with a white powdered wig her daughter Harrit had blond hair and had it curled leaving a golden waterfall effect on the bangs infront of her face.

"Please excuse my father for his blatant words he ment no disrespect he just likes to brag to much." Baillie O'Reilly said while her father was puffing on his cigar fuming . Patrick was a barrel chested Irish man who had flaming red hair and mutton chops that connected to his mustache giving him a demanding look on his face. His daughter was the spitting image of him but with a baby smooth face and a soft enchanting Irish accent.

"Shall we eat?" Francis Rothschild asked as he stood up with the help of his son. "Yes please if you'll follow me to the dining room." Boe said as he lead the guest from the huge lounge room to the dining room. Along the way they all saw chastity come down from the second floor in a elegant dress and it had a lace pattern over her bust but left enough skin exposed that it caught every males eyes even her father eyes. "Oh don't start the night without me." Chastity said giggling as she came down the steps and grabbed her daddy's hand.

"Never my darling this is your night after all." Jebadiah said as he escorted his daughter to the dining room. Once every one was seated Boe disappeared to the back while a serving of simple soup was given to clear the pallet for the nights treats. Next was roasted duck and a stuffed pig after the duck all presented in the finest French cooking style. Everyone enjoyed the meal having polite conversation mostly about business of the fertile land of the Americas and Africa.

Finally once all had their fill of food and wine came the desert. Boe presented all the guest with a champagne flutes filled with thick and warm blood and everyone enjoyed the drinks. Getting more drunk off the blood then the wine. "I say this is fine blood and it doesn't have any of that nasty experiences of the cattle you took it from." Patrick said while licking his lips enjoying his fourth glass.

"Its a special way of preparing the blood my wife experimented with it to see if we can drink the blood with out experiencing those memories but still have that healing and narcotic effect. I do say this last batch is one of her best." Jebadiah said as he raised a glass to his wife and the others did as well. "It's just a hobby I'm so well off thanks to my dear husbands enterprises that it leaves me with a lot of time to perfect the most delicious form of blood. It's a bit thick but goes down smooth." Vanessa said as they all went on for hours drinking on the blood of the poor slaves who proven themselves of fit body and low mind perfect for Vanessa McCullen experiments.

Little did they know that back in town another gathering was taking place. This one was between Flinch and Bishop Flanders at the church in a small room behind a false wall. "Study of the rings discoloration and the fact that you said it happened just after shaking Mr.McCullen hand gives me the impression that your right. They are of demonic origins." Said Bishop Flanders who was holding the silver rings that came out of a green solution on a pair of prongs. "I had reports that the Clan has been moving around these days. Thanks to the hunters in Europe the ranks of the Clan has been thinned to the times of the last plague." Flinch said as he dressed himself for battle wearing a iron breast plate with iron coated boots.

"Yes a desperate move the church made when they proved to be much harder to kill. Such a shame so many had to die but there was no way of telling them apart from normal humans. I had my suspicions ever since I saw the girl she has a certain look that gave me the feeling of despair and
Imminent doom." Bishop Flanders said putting the prong with the rings down. "Have you heard from the other hunters yet?"

"A raven has arrived earlier today Bishop seems two hunters have traced the O'Reilly family to the state, but have lost track of them once they boarded a steam boat up the Mississippi river. The Lafayette and Rothschild families has been spotted by riders around the state too. They seem to be converging here in Georgia like as if for a meeting or some other reason. I wonder for what though not much Clan activity around America." Flinch said as he grabbed his double shot pistol and rapier sword as he poured the same green solution over it coating the sword until it got almost a yellowish glow.

"They maybe trying to set up a new Clan branch here in America and deciding to cut their losses in Europe my boy." Bishop Flanders said as he grabbed a ball and chain from his desk that he uses to burns incense during Sunday mass. "Your not thinking of coming with do you Bishop?" Asked Flinch who sheathed his rapier and tied his cloak around his neck. "If you won't wait for the hunters then I'll be damned if I'll let you face three of the most dangerous vampires the world has ever been cursed to deal with alone my boy." Bishop Flanders grabbed a flask off his desk and was ready to follow Flinch.

"Listen with all due respect Bishop I know you dealt with a few vampires in your youth but this maybe out of your league." Flinch told Bishop Flanders who replied with a strong voice. "Now I dealt with vampires bare handed before we knew their weaknesses I even killed a hoard of a dozen alone and saved a entire village from the cold grasp of them vile creatures."

"If you die I know I'll be reprimanded by the Catholic church, but fine just remeber these are not your run of the mill sucking on goats vampires they have been around since the crusade. They are dangerous and have unseen powers of manipulation so don't look them in the eyes stay ready at all time and always be ready to kill them when opportunity presents itself." Flinch said as he headed out the door fetch the horses. "Don't tell me how to kill vampires I killed more vampires then you read about back at the Vatican." Bishop Flanders said chuckling to himself.

Back in the McCullen mansion the party have been moved to the cellar where it too has been threw a transformation for this night. The walls were splattered with blood a statue of a owl and snake stood in the front of the room looking at the Clan. Small two inch candels were dipped in blood were lit and placed into six sided stars pattern where each member was to stand in the middle of the six sided star. The candles were set in lines of two with a open area where the inductee was to stand in between both lines and a barrel was behind every six sided star pattern. The cellar was silent as all the members of the families entered and took their spots.

Once every one was standing in place Francis Rothschild spoke up. "We call the gathering of the Clan to induct the newest family and enter the Clan to a new age." Francis Rothschild said in a old and wezzy voice as the rest bargain to chant in Latin, "Laus patri nostro, qui nobis vitam aeternam, et potestas, et infirma mundi universi habitatores orbis." Which loosely translates to Praise be to our forefather who gave us eternal life and control over the world and the weak inhabitants of the world.

"We ask that the demon child born of these two faithful children of Cain to be blessed and introduced in the highest regards to Lucifer the liar the trickster the pretender to watch over them as he has watched over us. May he bless this land to a ever growing bounty that we may spend to glorifying the work of Satan our patron." Francis Rothschild said his voice growing hoarse with every word he speaks. The group then stops chanting as they stare at Chastity who stands before them in the middle of them with a innocent smile and twirling her finger in her long black curry hair.

The families turned and opened the barrels behind them and pulled out the slaves who been stuffed in there. "I grant this life to you the ever great Lucifer." Francis said as he bit down and sucked the human dry followed by his son who said the same then the Lafayettes next the O'Reilly family and finally the McCullens. As the last human was drained they took turns regurgitating the consumed blood on Chastity. "Yes!" Chastity yelled out in glee as she spun around as each one of the Clan members drenched her in regurgitated blood.

The duo pair of Flinch and Bishop Flanders have rode up to the house where all was silent even the slave house was quiet. "These carriages weren't here when I last came by." Flinch said as he helped Bishop Flanders off his horse. "My boy I feel a great evil approaching us ready to surround us." Bishop Flanders said his hands tightly grip around the ball and chain.

"Evening gentleman this is a late hour for visitors." Gilbert said with a devilish grin across his face. "What brings you men of the cloth here?" Asked Gilbert, Flinch hoped not to start trouble until he met the vampires and this man was just that a man. "Well I'm here to give back the donation box Mrs.McCullen gave to the church. I gave my word I'd bring it back as soon as possible." Flinch said reaching into his saddle.

"Oh that's fine I'll pass it along to them." Gilbert said grabbing the box in Flinch hands. "No. That's ok I would like to pass it off to her myself it's a family heirloom I wouldn't want it to be damaged in anyway." Gilbert smile faded and he got a displeased look on his face. "Boy I am family I been on this plantation since before I was born and I'm to marry Miss Chastity the daughter of the McCullen so I'll take good care of this here box. Give it."

"I would like to go in and see them myself." Bishop Flanders said as he knocked on the door once and Boe opened the door before bishop Flanders could knock a second time. "I'd rather you not Bishop. You do have pneumonia and the Sir and his wife wouldn't like to be sick." Boe said stepping out and closing the door behind him. "I'll take the box Mr.Sanders and I'll make sure to tell the Sirs wife you took very well care of it."

"Y'all be safe on your trip back into town it's dark tonight no telling what might jump out on the road tonight." Gilbert said with his devilish grin as Boe took the box and went back to the house. "Yes we will be safe you too Mister…?" Flinch asked Gilbert who shaked his head no. "Please call me Gilbert, Mr.Sanders." With a unsettling feeling surrounding the three men Gilberlt asked, "What's with the smoke Bishop?"

"Ahh well see my boy I have a blessing to do on a very old problem you might be able to help me with." Bishop Flanders said stepping closer to Gilbert who took a step back and replied with his hands in front of his chest. "Oh me? Sorry Bishop I'm not very God fearing or free to help you I have to watch over these slaves all night it's busy work keeping control over hundreds of people, but you religious types know all about that don't you?" Bishop Flanders coughed feeling uneasy about Gilbert views on the church. "That's the thing my boy, I'm to bless a woman who's pregnant if I can't save the souls of our oppressed then I'm not of much use. You see I was called on in my last visit seems some women want to be blessed into the kingdom of God and I'd like to be escorted to their housing."

Gilbert looked annoyed but kept his anger under control. "These things don't need God they pray to whatever they believe in as they work day in and day out, but if you insist Bishop." While Gilbert led the Bishop towards the slaves quarters Flinch followed towing along the horses by the bits tied to the reigns. "Odd thing asking for a Catholic priest to bless them, they mostly pray to the Christian God of Jesus Christ if they pray to any God at all." Gilbert mentioned while they walked a dark path away from the house.

"I too found it odd at first, but once they asked for salvation I must do my duty to save the souls of those who ask." Bishop Flanders said while lighting the incense on his ball and chain. "That stuff stinks to high heaven Bishop careful with it. I don't need your smelly plants to spark a fire near the crops." Gilbert said turning back and seeing the Bishop close the lid on the ball letting the smoke puff out in a trail out a small opening on the top.

Just as they're about to reach the slave quarters Flinch grabbed his pistol and wacked Gilbert over the head with the butt of it sending him tumbling towards the ground. "Guess he wasn't a vampire but he sure was creepy." Flinch said as he went to grab some rope to tie up Gilbert. "Yes, if he was a vampire he would've became nauseated and unconscious from the blessed herbs." Bishop Flanders said as he raised his ball and chain and said a prayer for Gilbert to let go of his deep hatred of his fellow man.

The men made it back to the house but didn't want to alert the inhabitants of the house so they went to the back. Nothing out of the ordinary a small garden some flower patches and some small traces of blood presumably from the animals that they kept for slaughter. "These vampires keep a good front doesn't seem like they turned anyone in town or around the plantation." Flinch said as he inspected the back area.

"That's too keep the need for blood low and nearly untraceable. Remeber the Knights Templars only turned the highest of the brotherhood to vampires to keep the facade up and try to over throw the church." Bishop Flanders coughed softly in between words. "A shack Bishop lets check it out its not to far off from the house." Flinch said as they went down the dirt path to a flimsy brown shack.

The closer they got the more pungent the smell of blood and death got around the shack and men. They tried to open the door but found a heavy lock on it. "This is a problem." Bishop Flanders said as he tugged on the lock. "Not really I have this incase we became trapped." Flinch pulled out a small vial half filled with a sulfuric smelling acid from his bag, and poured two drops over the lock watching it sizzle then fall to the ground.

The door swung open revealing the horrors behind it. Men all of strong build hanging from chains attached to the roof some dripping slow streams of blood onto the ground. While others were left completely dry of blood swinging in the light breeze of the night. "My God they're harvesting humans." Bishop Flanders said a hand over his mouth as he stared at the humans strung up like carved up sides of cattle.

"Evil beasts lets help the ones left alive down." Flinch went to reach and free one man who's wrist had multiple cuts over them. He took the gag off his mouth and looked surprised. "Fangs…" Flinch managed to say before stepping back away from the slaves. "They've all turned, vampires draining vampires this is unheard of." Bishop Flanders said as he noticed a alchemical set on the far back of the shack.

"Maybe we can learn why from these papers." Bishop Flanders took the papers layed around the table but couldn't make Sense of the feverishly written notes. "Fresh….strong…turning…vampiric agents?" Bishop Flanders tried to read the notes but most of it was written so sloppily it seemed to be illegible to him.

"Take them we will need to present these findings to the Vatican." As soon as Flich says that Boe is standing in the door way. "This is a very odd way of returning back into town." Boe says in a calm tone with one hand behind his back standing perfectly straight.

"You didn't know about this?" Bishop Flanders asked while gathering the papers. "The Sir and his wife don't inform me of every enterprise they take." Flinch is confused and asks, "Did he know about tonight?" Bishop Flanders coughed violently but after catching his breath he replied. "Yes, Boe was the one that informed me about his master's dealings and that the Clan would be possibly meeting tonight."

"How are we sure he isn't involved deeper into this then he leads on?" Asked Flinch eyeing Boe suspiciously. "Frankly I don't care what you think of me Mr.Sanders. I've gone my whole life as a second thought you honestly thinking I had anything to do with this elaborate plan is quite the complement." Boe said in his normal calm and collected voice.

"Where are they now?" Bishop Flanders asked as he turned past both men stuffing the notes carefully in his robe. "The Sir and his guest along with his family are in the cellar performing a ritual of sacrifice to a Cain." Boe says almost nonchalantly about the situation. "To Cain the forefather of all vampires we must act quickly." Flinch said his sword drawn out ready for battle.

In the cellar layed Chastity who was so drenched in blood her white dress was now a dark red one with her black curls matted down in her head thick with blood. "Rise spirit of Cain take the offering of this nobel virgin as a small token of our gratitude." Francis Rothschild said grabbing Chastity by her hair and lifting her up with ease. The statues eyes glowed and the air in the room got heavy and you can see the air vibrate as a dark shadowy mist rose from the statues.

"Father Cain take her! Give us your blessing and favor for future generations." Rothschild said as the rest saw the mist take solid form, not of a man but a tall scaly figure. It had four feet long wings on its back a bats snout instead of a mouth with beady red eyes that shined so bright it left a faint red glow around them, and it's long curling claws reached out taking hold of Chastity running its nose over her body. "Impure child, this is no virgin she's been soiled by many a man and her own father. I reject your offering." Cain said as he flung Chasity across the cellar letting her body smack against the wall with a bone cracking snap. Jebediah wanted to check on her but couldn't break the seal.

"Why have you summond me Francis Rothschild?" Cain asked in a raspy voice. "We invoke your forgiveness we shall retrieve a virgin for your pleasure." Francis said while shooting a disapproving glance at Jebediah.

"Do not bother for the moment to please me has passed. If you want my favor then ask for I'm to be else where." Cain said looking past the group of vampires. "The lass is a pure blood the family is here to be inducted to the Clan." Patrick O'Reilly said in a confident voice.

"Is that so well consider it done she maybe damaged but the family can be appeased that her inner demon will keep the body alive for now until she feeds." Cain said as Chasity body leapt up and appeared fine besides her spine being snapped into her body. Jebediah looked relieved once his daughter got up but her face was covered in blood her organs severely damaged. "She'll be fine of that I'm sure." Vanessa said in a rather unconcerned voice. "Now the McCullen family shall be forever in the Clan."

The cellar doors opened and there stood Flinch sword in hand while he had a pistol in the other and Bishop Flanders waving his ball and chain around producing afoul holy smog with every swing. "Be gone vile creatures of the night! For we shall slay you for your crimes against God and humanity!" Bishop Flanders shouted as Flinch shot at the tall demonic looking figure forcing him to disappear into a cloud of dark vapor.

The vampire families screeched out and showed their fangs and claws. The Patrick O'Reilly jumped up hands balled up tackling Flinch. While Bishop Flanders went on the offensive swinging his heavy ball and chain around soon making the room heavy with the holy smog. The Lafayette women ran past him and went out the cellar doors panting hard feeling light headed by the smoke.

Jebediah was hit over the face by Bishop Flanders forcing the smoke to begin billowing out even more. Vanessa grabbed the Bishop and teared at his robe but the smoke also slowed her down. As Patrick and Flinch wrestled on the ground his daughter Baillie who came out of the cellar started to walk over to Flinch. She grabbed the cellar door ripping free and began to strike Flinch with it repeatedly causing Flinch to groan in pain as he was wrestling Patrick O'Reilly.

The Lafayette women knew this was a trap but it would be best to ride out but in their way was Boe the house slave. "Ladies its so rude to leave when the party has just begun." Boe pulled out a large knifes in each hand stopping them from escaping. "Traitor you betray your masters?" Mari Lafayette gasped fraying surprise and fright at Boe who's nothing but mere cattle.

"Me? Never its just your to rich of a specimen to let escape." Boe said jumping at both of them cutting Mari Lafayette in the face and grabbing hold of Harriet Lafayette thrashing her around like a hound with a rabbit in his jaws. Mari tried to defend her daughter but felt a hand on her shoulder it was Chasity. "Bad pretty lady." She said in a unearthly tone and thrusted Mari face into the ground knocking her unconscious.

Flinch slipped his hand over the pistol and fired sending Patrick flying off him from the impact. Baillie grabbed Flinch and started to claw at his metal chest plate leaving deep claw marks across his chest eventually carving out his chest as riders came down towards the house. A rifle shot rang out striking Baillie in the chest as other vampire hunters came to aid Flinch and Bishop Flanders. Just as Flinch was stricken with shell shock noticing his chest carved and bleeding hard he saw above him a winged beast flying towards him.

Cain swooped down picking Flinch up and throwing him on a hunter riding a horse knocking both of them unconscious. Cain then tore at the other two riders easily. Jebediah came out of the cellar staggering his chest impaled with a heavy cross the Bishop Flanders wore over his robe. Next came Vanessa who's vail been ripped off and her face bludgeon it looked flat on one side. Both McCullens fell on top of one another as Bishop Flanders came out and saw most of the Clan dead except Chastity who's rage was almost uncontrollable once she saw her mother and father dead.

Boe looked on also seeing his patrons dead on the ground and smiled to himself. Chastity charged at the Bishop who smacked her face with the ball and chain but caused it to shatter open burning her once beautiful face into a bubbling mess of flesh as she screamed in pain. Bishop Flanders grabbed the cross from Jebediah corpse and prepared to avenge his fellow slayers. Looking up to the sky cursing Cains name with a religious fever awaiting for Cain to come out and fight.

"Demon spawn come out and fight. Countsless millenia has passed and yet you still act a coward! Striking when one doesn't look?" Bishop Flanders spat out fighting the urge to cough. "Show yourself!."

Cain came swooping down and strikes Bishop Flanders with a claw sending him to the ground. Bishop Flanders scrambles towards a dead rider after he picks himself back up. Cain sweeps down toying with Bishop Flanders by coming close but not striking him. Bishop Flanders finally gets to the dead rider and grabs a rifle and sits back on the dead horse cocking the rifle. "Not so bold now are you child?" Bishop Flanders coughed while his finger is on the trigger.

"Impediment monk your God has long Forgotten of you. Once He banished my whore of a mother and weak father out of the garden we are of no concern of his. He plots your doom and here you are defending his name and rites. Foolish cattle your wasting what little life you've been given." Cain says flying just out of range.

"Just die already priest." Cain shouted as he dove towards Bishop Flanders. "I'm a Bishop!" Bishop Flanders shouted as he shot the rifle towards the quick figure slowing it down but it's claws still stabbed threw him. Bishop Flanders gurgled out blood as he layed there dying slowly bleeding out as Cain noticed he's been shot.

"Foolish cattle this won't leave but a scar." Cain then felt a movement over his shoulder as he saw his former offering move. "Still…it hurts." Cain picked up his wing and floated towards Chastity. "You shall bare my seed and ensure that the ancient bloodline runs still on our land." With that Cain picked up Chasity and began to fly into the air taking off towards the sky. Then as he tried to land he felt a burning in his chest. The rifle shot made his chest ache and he fell down towards the earth.

Regnald Rothschild slipped out the house carrying his father who was weaken by the smoke and came out once it seemed quiet. "Don't worry PaPa. I'll get you out of this yet." Looking on he saw the carnage in front of him the Lafayettes layed on the ground motionless. The O'Reilly both layed shot dead as it appears and cattle layed threw out the grounds dead.

"PaPa seems we are the only ones left alive. Just like you always said 'A Rothschild never dies. ' right PaPa?" Reginald tried to get his father to speak but he was too weak. He managed to get Francis Rothschild into a carriage and as he tried to get the horses ready Boe came from the shadows.

"Mind if I hitch a ride?" Boe asked then stabbed Reginald in the stomach and threw him into the ground. Dumping Reginald in the carriage with his father. After a short ride Boe came to a large lake with a tall but barren tree with one large branch hanging over the large lake where a small figure stood. The figure had a dingy white cloth wrapped around it and was shivering from the cold water in the creek. Boe got off the carriage and walked to the figure. "Miss Chastity all came to fruition on your plan I have booth your parents bodies and notes. The church will feel it as a win against the Clan and I retrieved all the surviving Clan members." Boe said with a polite bow. "How did your task come out?" Chastity rubbed her belly. "Just fine."

 

That's a good point Sybil, which picture was this based on. Its not stated.

The header with the statistics was a bit weird.

Vampires are not my thing. Most of the story didn't do much for me. Vampires are evil, so evil vampires, don't seem that dark just unpleasant. I did like the bit in the desert, that worked for me. I hoped it could carry on like that, but it didn't.

The ending didn't work, there was no reason I could see that the attack succeeded so well. The humans should have been wiped out without the vampires breaking a sweat. What's with the "vampires draining vampires" bit, that wasn't explained.

There were lots of spelling and grammar issues, which I did notice and did detract from the story, including some novel homophones.

A few minor points.

It wasn't obvious why a guy called McAllen came from France.

The "face of Boe" made me wonder if something else were going on. I'd guess coincidence.

I don't think diamonds were mined in Africa when the story was set.

I didn't understand the point here: "Odd thing asking for a Catholic priest to bless them, they mostly pray to the Christian God of Jesus Christ if they pray to any God at all."

 

Noticeable grammatical errors kept this from being a completely riveting read for me, but it was very interesting indeed and I read it to the end. I liked the background detail in the story. The characters were realistic despite being vampires. You don't have to be a vampire to be cruel. The story pretty much says that most of these vampires were turned as payment for their inhumane treatment of their fellow man.

The vampirism was well done. Very bloody and gory. Good work there. Loved the inclusion of the church, clergy/vampire hunters, and even Cain as the original vampire. Very nice. The Bishop is my hero in this tale. I'll mention the grammar issue again, but you are certainly a storyteller, LRL. This is a truly dark story which goes along with the general theme for this KAW.

 

OK, as most have said @Lolis.R.Legal grammar error, it really detracts from the story. So much that I haven't been able to finish yet.

I will try and finish soon but you should look into spellcheck and a proofreader, asap.

Proofer can flag all those thing up and it would save the story and you from everyone saying about it.

I'm not great at grammar but the more you write the better you become. Its like driving, playing an instrument. Practice makes perfect.

Will comment again when I finish it.

 

I finally worked my way through this with many stops and starts. The story was hard to follow in spots and easy in others. All in all it was an interesting story.

 

In my opinion only, the author submitted this version for consideration in the KAW, then this is the version that should be judged. It's really not fair to any author still writing, for this person to take all the suggestions and revised their entry. If it is split into two parts, then only the first part would be eligible for the KAW, if the hosts even allow a revised version to be considered. In all honesty, if they do allow a corrected version, I will not vote for it. English may not be your first language, however there are many spell and grammar checking softwares which could have been used.

I read this. I'm a very fast reader and this took longer than I expected, given the errors that forced me to stop and start. It did not take me as long as the header told me it would. If you're going to put any kind of header on a story, I would have appreciated tags more than information I don't need. It was okay, however I questioned parts of it as not being logical. You can write fiction, however unless your universe is made up, there are certain points that must be accurate. It was alright, not great, not horrible.

 

Tags that exist on the sex stories side can be used here. It's better than pissing off a reader who avoids a specific genre/act/perversion, etc.

 

Got threw it finally re-read it myself as you didn't let me read the ending in your last draft you sent me Lolis.

Very well thought out but you made a lot of mistakes in grammar and spelling that I have seen in your past stories I'll email you a link to a free proofreading app that can save you this bit of embarrassment in the future.

That being said the story is well thought out very well detailed and I really liked the characters background. It made them seem more alive and less two dimensional.

Remember what I told you being impatient is a writer's worse handicap they can give themselves when writing. I can't wait until the rest post their stories best of luck my friend.

 

Firtsly I'd like to thank you for your hardwork, it was a very detailed elaborately thought out plot , it must have taken some time, hence I think your impatience to finish and post it .

Ok, the spelling sometimes it bothered me sometimes it didn't, "threw , through" even though it was spelled wrongly it still reads the same (well, it just does , ) ( and even people advising you of your spelling mistakes got it wrong, lol, ) but its the wrongly spelled words that may have meant something else and the use of the wrong words that jarred me , sorry.

I really love horror genre , vampires, zombies , monsters, anything really, I was watching with my Dad and reading from 6 years of age , and I was really looking forward to reading this . Much to my chagrin , I just couldn't get through it in one attempt, it just seemed a little jumbled in places and failed to grab me like I wanted , it took me three attempts, and I love a long story ( I do prefer length, in my stories I mean ) I was gutted as I really usually love this kind of tale .


The beginning was very good if slightly over wordy in places, I liked the part in the desert . The weaving of the vampire history throughout , the slaves and the introduction of the church were a nice touch. I also liked the evangelical vampire hit squad . Your premise for the story was indeed a very good one . Your grasp of the working of a story is good and you definitely have a great imagination . You should keep writing .

There were however some strange instances in the story to me , and in parts , like the gathering scene and a little in the desert, it seemed a bit confusing to me , sorry.

It seemed strange to me that only two people would go to kill so many vampires gathered in one place , with no back up and not much in the way of weaponry. (Unless they knew the squad were coming , maybe I missed that).

when the Flinch handed the letter to jebadiah he wouldnt touch it as he wore silver rings, but then he shook his hand ??

I also am not sure that a family such as that would allow there "special "vampire child marry what amounts to the son of an overseer, whether he was evil or not, (thats just my opinion though ! )

I did love your use of languages, that added flavour, and I really liked the double cross at the end , I did not see that coming , and you definitely tied the photo to the ending.

A very well thought out story that if , tidied up a lot would be a very interesting read .
I hope you continue writing , and take the comments as an interest in your work and to help improve things.
I can only reiterate What Sybil told you , that practice makes perfect ?
Thanks for your hard work , and good luck Luvs, xx

 

That may be explained in the last couple of sentences, I missed it as well. Boe was on the inside performing a palace coup undercover of the "evangelical vampire hit squad" (though Catholics aren't usually considered evangelical.) I'm still not sure that really explains it, the odds should still be in favor of the vampires.

 

Wow, don't know if I'd want to be in your mind, these are some evil characters, dark it was, and like how it tied into the picture. Very well thought out, had some problems reading parts ( not a critic, sure you know what I mean) but a hell of a story! Thank you for your time and efforts, good luck. (Looking forward to revised )

 

Good story line. When reading it I found it to be jumbled jumpy. Malapropisms are the word that you are looking for luvsalick and the story has a few as well as grammar and spelling mistakes. I don't think they detract from the reading I think it is the way it is written.
Thank you Lolis

 

I think you should re-work this.

It is a great story, but unfortunately it didn't bind me. I find it a bit jumbled, the timeskips falls into the story without real warning and though I do try to not go there as my own grammar sucks, I have to mention it. But by now I am well aware that you know about it.

SO

Keep on writing and keep on posting. It will be nice to read more of your work, perhaps in genres you are more comfortable with.