Gibraltar, Rock of Gibraltar, Éire, Western Europe, 26 June 2020
"I don't like this." Heinrich muttered as he raised up the hood of his cloak. The vampire knew the windows were covered by a glass made to prevent sunlight from getting in. However the glass caused the windows to turn black which prevented him from seeing what was outside the car window.
"Look at the bright side, boss. We don't have to see any of the peasants who are booing at us." The jester, Maximilian, told the vampire as they heard something hit the car. No doubt some rotten food.
The propaganda of the old French Regime was usually ignored and dismissed by some. However for many who disregarded most things a segment of the population did believe because of Heinrich's nazi past. Worse was the fact that some propagandists made the damning claims of French crimes being done by the Germans or Heinrich exterminating the Jews once again. The latter almost made Heinrich laugh at the unoriginality of that claim.
The vampire, jester, and two guards were in the back of a modified black 1961 Lincoln Continental four-door convertible limousine. The major modification was a top installed to have the sunlight blocking windows for Heinrich. Yet even with those windows installed Heinrich chose to keep his long flowy cloak and hood as he didn't trust the windows to be entirely secure. He was not gonna repeat last year's incident back with the previous general congress.
Heinrich rubbed his neck as memories of the incident flashed before him. "You made sure those windows are firmly secured? Those miserable Filipinos can't even make sure their nation was secured, let alone a damn window,” the vampire cursed the ones who were responsible for last year's car. He vowed to never use anything made by Filipinos hands after that.
“Trust me sir. We chose an American car this time. Those people can make decent cars.” The jester explained. “Yes. One that still requires gasoline in a continent that is now eco power.” the vampire retorted back in a dismissive manner.
The vampire and jester were engrossed in their conversation that they ignored their driver who saw a message appear on his phone. The driver would take a turn on the right.
The vampire and jester both stopped when they felt the car take a turn.
“Hey driver you’re going the wrong way. The parliament building is straight ahead.” Maximilian would shake the back of the driver’s seat as he explained the error. “So unless you want come back home with broken bones I suggest you turn us back around before we…”
The glass would shatter as Heinrich’s head released splash of blood as something tore through his head.
Before the jester can say a word another bullet would tear through the front window and strike him at the chest. Four more bullets would find themselves in the chests and shoulders of the two. The driver would go down an alleyway and stop.
He would get out of the car quickly as he clutched his phone tightly. “Are you people crazy! You also got me!” he screamed at the caller at the other end.
“A shame we didn’t. It would have given us less trouble.” The man heard a feminine voice call out. He looked up to see the barrel of a gun. The last thing he saw was a flash as the gun fired and the bullet went through his head.
“Now that has been taken care of,” the pale skin, dark hair, french woman who dispatched the driver would turn her sights to the car. “Let’s us stake a vampire and drag his heretic carcass to the sun.”
The door from the shop next to the car open as more ladies came out, six in total. Trucks would come out with men dressed in military uniforms with their faces covered by banderas, each showing arm bands and patches belonging to the Liberation Resistance Army.
“You all did a good job. Our money wasn’t wasted with hiring your services.” the woman said as she gave them a smile, revealing her fangs.
“We didn’t do this for you. We did it because our American contact convinced us that getting rid of this vampire would do the world a great service.” one of the masked men replied back heatly. However the Curien ignored him as pointed at the car.
“Barb Barb Barb. Just open the door and stab the two in the hearts.” the soldiers muttered curses as they approached the door.
The soldiers would hear a click as the door was unlocked. They looked at each other as they raised their rifles as they got close to the door. They would see the door slowly open, crimson fluids oozing out from the door.
The soldiers were silent as they watch the pool of blood grow as the door continue to open, all trained their eyes and rifles to the door.
When the door open they saw a black void greeting them. They felt a rush of warm and moist wind hit them. They heard one of the Curiens muttering something in latin as she was making the sign of the cross, moving back.
The soldiers felt dread building in them as they stared into the abyss.
The tension would break as they saw a red eye open from the abyss. Than another. Soon a third, a fourth, a fifth. Multitude of red eyes stared back at the soldiers.
One of the soldiers began to scream as he pulled down the trigger as heard as possible. His action caused the others to follow soon after. As bullets hit the abyss a black mass would shot out and grab several of the soldiers. Screams filled the air as blood would splash at the soldiers and Curiens.
The vampires would see the massive form the head of some canine that had far too many eyes, and even far greater number of fangs. On the mouth was several of the soldiers. Those on the ground screamed as the canine manage to tear off limbs and chunks of their bodies, leaving bloody openings exposing bones and organs, of which some began to fall down, making a wet smach on the concrete.
Black tentacles would grab the soldiers that fell and drag them into the car as the canine would return back. The door would slam close.
“What sorcery is this!” One of the vampires shouted.
They would hear clapping coming from behind. “Not sorcery. Divinity.” the Curiens would see Maximillian the jester standing before them, no scratch or blood on him.
“That’s.. That’s impossible.” one of the vampires stuttered out. “You should be dead! Our assassin..” the jester would interrupt them as he threw his head back to laugh at them.
The vampires felt the hairs on their skin raise, their skin crawling. Something felt incredibly off with the clown. The way he laughed. The way he sounded. In the back of their mind they wonder if the clown truly is standing before them and not something else pretending to be him.
The jester look at the vampires. “You think bullets would end us?” he wagged his fingers at them. “There are events. Very important events that are predetermined. Machinations that have been in development long before your kind was even in the embryo of whatever womb was cursed to carry your ancestors. What has been set in motion can’t end by petty assassins. You and what is left of your kind can try to stop what is to come but much like your extinction what is coming can’t be stopped.”
The Curiens would all draw out their pistols and shoot at the jester. The clown would stumble back with each bullet that hit him. They would keep firing until they ran out of bullets. Yet the jester stood, laughing.
They would see the bullet holes closing on their own. “What are you?” one of the Curiens said.
The jester’s smile seem to grow even wider.
“I am many things. Some have called me a devil. But for many I am a god. But for you? I am your executioner.”
The Jester brought his hand in front of the Curiens, showing the palm of his hand. “You and your regime served your purpose for our plans but now you all are just dead weight.”
The air began to grow colder as they can sense the presence of foul magic not only lingering in the air but also building up. They can tell that this thing was preparing something.. “Decimatio!” the jester uttered.
A purple glow would emerge from the Jester’s hand. The Curiens braced for an attack as they anticipated a spell from the heretical clown.
What they didn’t anticipate was one of their own screaming in agony as she began to glow. They would see her body begin to break down into dust in a matter of seconds.
The jester look down at his hand. “Only one? I might be a bit rusty in using an avatar that isn’t my own.”
The group would notice the lights growing dim. A shadow consuming them all.
“It doesn't matter. Looks as though your end will come regardless. Consider this a long overdue punishment for your crimes ladies.”
Those were the final words the Curiens heard before darkness swallowed them.
What happened within the darkness would be a series of events that would shatter even the strongest mind. But as the vampires screamed in agony one clear picture would be clear.
Their torment in hell came far sooner.
Gibraltar Parliament Building, Rock of Gibraltar, Éire, Western Europe, 26 June 2020
The car that Heinrich and Maxmilian choose would arrive at the parliament building late for the two. When Heinrich stepped out he would carry on his right hand the severed heads of the Curien assassins by their hair. He ignored the appalled looks he got as he march through the halls of the building.
When he found the chamber he found the meeting had begun. He would have heard what Monika was saying about the French paying reparations and what her Reich had done with the Germans they have saved.
“Displacement is only one issue.” he would raise his hand up to show the severed heads. That action would cause someone in the room to scream in horror but the count ignored the screams. “There are still members of the former regime who still pose a direct threat to Germans. Just today these wenches tried to take my life. They even worked with mercancias who have ties to the Resistance in order to carry out their plans.”
The vampire would toss the heads to the side as he walked to the chair assigned to him. “I thank Monika and her people from saving as many Germans as they could. As well as those who smuggled as many through the Underground Railroad.” His eyes turned to Alex.
“But for ever single life saved ten more were lost to us.” The Jester would enter the room carrying a briefcase.
“For those who are unclear as to the precise nature of the French war crimes, or believe that they are exaggerated or merely lies. I had my people raid the camps were innocent men, women, and children endure unspeakable horrors before they met a grizzly demise. We spared no expensive at gathering as much evidence and testimony from survivors and captured personnels from those sites in order to form a clear picture of what occurred in there.”
Maximilian seem to be struggling holding on to the briefcase as he dragged himself close to the table. He would groan as he lifted up and slam the case on the table, causing it to shake.
“Werewolves. We have bloody werewolves, Heinrich! You should have let them carry this thing instead of me.” The jester complained as he open the case.
Stacks of papers fell off the case. Revealing a mound of files, film reels, video tapes, and even computer disks within.
“There are even some items we took from the camps buried in this stuff.” The jester told everyone. “You all will have to dig through all of this to find it. I think we manage to fit a human skull in here somehow.”
