Outside Hell by Milo Spires

to where
Sorchek was standing, all hell had broken loose. His vampire women
in bikinis were killing young snowboarding guys from England, who’d
been drinking copious quantities of beer, and arranging sex for
cash in the bedrooms.

Chapter 11 – The
Deal
    Kaine was nothing to Sorchek. The whole
execution up in the shack in the Carpathian mountain’s of Romania,
had been set up as agreed by an old man called Raffious 375 years
previously. He’d offered him a deal and when Sorchek had accepted,
he’d paid him handsomely with gold and a promise too.
     
    The instructions hundreds of years
previously had been clear. If you take the deal you have to kill
the woman, and if you don’t kill her then the punishment for
failure will be death.
     
    Kill the woman or be killed.
     
    If Sorchek killed the woman then as promised
he’d be handsomely rewarded for it, and the old man would give him
the gift of time travel into the future. Then to prove that the
time travel worked, Raffious and Sorchek had leapt into the future
and appeared in the oval office of The Whitehouse four hundred and
ten years later. Sorchek had seen the back of Obama’s head, and
then as he’d made a primal lunge for the president suddenly and
without even touching one hair, they’d vanished and appeared back
in 1605 again.
     
    Raffious reminded Sorchek
that if in 375 years he didn’t kill the woman, that the punishment
for failure was death. The vampire even though the consequences for
failure were seriously grim, in his mind the gift of time travel
into the future was too amazing a deal, ‘ NOT ’ to go for.
     
    Sorchek had scratched his chin and walked
around on the spot for a few minutes whilst he’d pondered over it.
Only every time he’d tried to say to himself no don’t take it, he’d
cursed inwardly because he’d known that he wanted it. Then as a
moment had passed, and after he’d kicked the dirt beneath himself,
he’d said to Raffious,
     
    “ Oh Bollox. Go on then, I
accept.”
     
    Raffious had grinned inwardly at his
stupidity and then told him that if he’d even touched a hair on
Regina’s head before December in the year 1980, the punishment
would be death.
     
    Then after the vampire had nodded thinking,
“Doesn’t this dude get the message, I just fucking said yes,”
Raffious told him the last part of the deal and said that for him
to be able to lure Kaine into the trap, in 375 years time he’d have
to call his house phone and tell him that he knew where the vampire
was who’d killed his parents. Again Sorchek nodded and in response,
Raffious then slipped a piece of paper out of his pocket with
Kaine’s phone number on it, and handed it to the vampire. Sorchek
took one puzzled look at the piece of paper with a deeply furrowed
brow and then said, “What’s this?”
     
    Then as Raffious realized, he’d chuckled to
himself. It was obvious that the vampire hadn’t ever seen a phone
before, or maybe even a piece of paper for that matter as they
weren’t invented in that time they were standing in, and not for
hundreds of years to come either. So to save explaining he’d said
to Sorchek, “Don’t worry about it,” and then snatched the piece of
paper back from him, and shoved it in his pocket.
     
    A second passed, and then as the gathering
clouds blocked out the moons eerie rays from lighting up the rocky
ground beneath them, suddenly Raffious had an idea.
     
    Turning around he’d raised his hands in the
air, and then with sparks of electricity dancing on his fingertips,
he’d cast a spell. Then as the spell was cast so the number for
Kaine’s house phone was scorched deep into Sorchek’s mind. The
vampire felt the ten digits as they’d arrived in his subterraneous
layers of his mind, and the feeling of it suddenly freaked him
out.
     
    “Get the fuck out of my head.” He’d
screamed, aware that Raffious was probing his inner thoughts.
     
    Raffious laughed and then to be sure that
the spell had worked