Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell was sitting in his office as Executive Vice-President of Aulos Music and Recording stroking his pussy Oysterella when a very pretty brunette in a tight gray skirt walked into his office.
"How may I help you, Miss?" Heathcliff put on his gold wire-rimmed glasses and spoke with a Truman Capote style lisp.
"I'm looking for a recording contract," the Vampiress Morgana sat down in a chair and crossed her legs.
"Aren't we all, dearie?" Heathcliff poured himself a glass of buttermilk, "but sadly we don't get everything we want in life. Look at me. I was deprived of my opportunity to spend 4 years re-decorating the White House not to mention re-painting it in pink."
"But look at it this way, at least you're not the subject of Tea Party protests," Morgana smiled at him.
"If I was President, we'd be holding the tea parties inside the White House that have would have been re-named the Pink House," Heathcliff harrumphed, "I much prefer drinking tea to coffee. Too much caffeine doesn't go well with my rosy red-cheeked complexion."
Morgana handed him a recording contract.
"It says here you're a heavy metal singer," Heathcliff wiped his glasses.
"That's right," Morgana nodded.
"But I don't handle the heavy metal crap in this company," Heathcliff helped himself to a cream cheese and watercress sandwich, "I look after the classical musicians and the operatic singers."
"But heavy metal they say is just baroque without harmony," Morgana uncrossed her legs.
"It's certainly something without harmony, I agree," Heathcliff poured himself a cup of Earl Grey tea.
"But I want you to handle my contract," Morgana smiled.
"Why?" Heathcliif asked.
"Because you're simply the best," Morgana spoke in a sultry voice.
"What you just said reminds me of a Tina Turner song for some reason," Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell sipped his tea.
He flipped through the contract.
"I hope you don't mind but I watch the BBC News at this time," Heathcliff grabbed a remote and turned on the flat screen plasma TV on his wall.
"Tonight on BBC News," the announcer intoned, "Well-known Canadian vampire hunter caught making out with Irish vampiress on the Irish coast..."
Morgana looked at the images on the TV screen and recognized the Irish vampiress Morrigan as the vampiress who had rescued the baby boy from her (Morgana's) attempted child sacrifice to the Celtic god Cernunnos.
Morgana shrieked, "That bitch."
"I agree with you, my dear," Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell nodded, "how dare she gets to be the lucky one to make out with Dracul Van Helsing. i'd like to make out with Dracul Van Helsing myself. But unfortunately, he's not gay."
"Oh, my God," Morgana buried her head in her hands.
"You could always buy yourself an electric vibrator, dearie," Heathcliff started powdering his nose, "it works wonders for me. But a word of advice. Never take it into the bathtub with you. At least not when there's water in it."
To be continued.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
The Morrigan and Dracul Van Helsing
Walking along the coastline of the Irish Sea in County Wexford, Dracul Van Helsing was startled by the vision he saw walking along the beach.
For there along the beach was a ravishingly beautiful young brunette woman dressed in an exquisite red dress.
The dress blew vigourously in the wind and the waves.
"Dracul Van Helsing," she spoke to him in a sweet Irish voice.
Dracul stopped.
"You're the woman whose voice I heard whispering outside my hotel window in Dublin," Dracul said.
"Indeed I was," Morrigan approached him, "I called to you from the top of the Skirrid Mountain in Wales."
"The Skirrid is a long way from Ireland," Dracul noted.
"I'm not so far from Ireland now," Morrigan walked in bare feet along the stony beach towards him, "or from you."
She approached him and kissed him passionately on the lips.
Soon the two were embraced on the sands of the beach as the ocean waves pounded about them- locked in an embrace of tongues and lips- as above them a crow cried- but whose cries were drowned by the surging ocean.
To be continued.
For there along the beach was a ravishingly beautiful young brunette woman dressed in an exquisite red dress.
The dress blew vigourously in the wind and the waves.
"Dracul Van Helsing," she spoke to him in a sweet Irish voice.
Dracul stopped.
"You're the woman whose voice I heard whispering outside my hotel window in Dublin," Dracul said.
"Indeed I was," Morrigan approached him, "I called to you from the top of the Skirrid Mountain in Wales."
"The Skirrid is a long way from Ireland," Dracul noted.
"I'm not so far from Ireland now," Morrigan walked in bare feet along the stony beach towards him, "or from you."
She approached him and kissed him passionately on the lips.
Soon the two were embraced on the sands of the beach as the ocean waves pounded about them- locked in an embrace of tongues and lips- as above them a crow cried- but whose cries were drowned by the surging ocean.
To be continued.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Morgana's Revenge... Now Served Cold
The Vampiress Morgana was in London.
Despite the Cardiff fiasco, Morgana would still have her revenge.
And it would be a sweet revenge.
Morgana stood outside the Aulos Music and Recording Company's office tower in London.
She was dressed in business attire- gray skirt, white blouse, gray jacket, tan pantyhose and gray spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.
She had an appointment to meet Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell the Executive Vice-President of Aulos Music and Recording.
She had read a great deal about Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell. As a young man, Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell had started out as a hairdresser in a Vidal Sassoon salon and had soon worked his way up to becoming Vice-President of Vidal Sassoon Haircare Products.
In 2006, he left his position with the Company to run for the Democratic Presidential nomination in the U.S.
Despite massive financial backing from the London-based then billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set (who was now no longer a billionaire but only a multi-millionaire although he is currently trying to boost his financial status by trying to woo and eventually marry the Vampiress Martini- heiress to the Romanov billions), he lost the nomination. Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell even came behind of adulterer Sen. John Edwards in the polling results, something that distressed him terribly and caused him to go on an awful tequila binge down in Puerta Vallarta, Mexico where he lost his regained virginity to a young Mexican stud (who claimed to be Mexico's national champion bull fighter even though the Mexican Bullfighters' Association had never heard of him).
Heathcliiff Dionysus Campbell's closest friend was his pet heavyset Siamese cat whom he called Oysterella (because of her fondness for oysters (and vodka) for breakfast, lunch, and supper and various mid-day and midnight snacks).
Even though Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell was the first openly gay candidate to run for a major U.S. political party Presidential nomination, he did not pick up a large percentage of the gay vote.
This was because he failed to pick up the much needed lesbian endorsement of Ellen Degeneres after he "accidently" spilled hot tea on Ellen's pussy after she accidently spilled hot tea on his (Oysterella).
In early 2009, Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell had moved to London, England upon being offered the position of Executive Vice-President of Aulos Music and Recording.
And now... as the Vampiress Morgana stood there smoothing the back of her skirt... this Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell... whether he knew it now or not... was going to give her... the Vampiress Morgana... a major recording contract and she Morgana would use that recording contract to eventually ensnare Dracul Van Helsing.
To be continued.
Despite the Cardiff fiasco, Morgana would still have her revenge.
And it would be a sweet revenge.
Morgana stood outside the Aulos Music and Recording Company's office tower in London.
She was dressed in business attire- gray skirt, white blouse, gray jacket, tan pantyhose and gray spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.
She had an appointment to meet Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell the Executive Vice-President of Aulos Music and Recording.
She had read a great deal about Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell. As a young man, Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell had started out as a hairdresser in a Vidal Sassoon salon and had soon worked his way up to becoming Vice-President of Vidal Sassoon Haircare Products.
In 2006, he left his position with the Company to run for the Democratic Presidential nomination in the U.S.
Despite massive financial backing from the London-based then billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set (who was now no longer a billionaire but only a multi-millionaire although he is currently trying to boost his financial status by trying to woo and eventually marry the Vampiress Martini- heiress to the Romanov billions), he lost the nomination. Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell even came behind of adulterer Sen. John Edwards in the polling results, something that distressed him terribly and caused him to go on an awful tequila binge down in Puerta Vallarta, Mexico where he lost his regained virginity to a young Mexican stud (who claimed to be Mexico's national champion bull fighter even though the Mexican Bullfighters' Association had never heard of him).
Heathcliiff Dionysus Campbell's closest friend was his pet heavyset Siamese cat whom he called Oysterella (because of her fondness for oysters (and vodka) for breakfast, lunch, and supper and various mid-day and midnight snacks).
Even though Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell was the first openly gay candidate to run for a major U.S. political party Presidential nomination, he did not pick up a large percentage of the gay vote.
This was because he failed to pick up the much needed lesbian endorsement of Ellen Degeneres after he "accidently" spilled hot tea on Ellen's pussy after she accidently spilled hot tea on his (Oysterella).
In early 2009, Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell had moved to London, England upon being offered the position of Executive Vice-President of Aulos Music and Recording.
And now... as the Vampiress Morgana stood there smoothing the back of her skirt... this Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell... whether he knew it now or not... was going to give her... the Vampiress Morgana... a major recording contract and she Morgana would use that recording contract to eventually ensnare Dracul Van Helsing.
To be continued.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
The Vampiress In White
The baby's cries were no more.
For the baby was gone.
Snatched away by a figure in white just before the knife came down.
"Fuck!" Morgana spoke with the limited vocabulary of an American Neo-Nazi fascist.
Morgana knew from the way the figure in white moved that she was a vampiress.
And further the speed with which she moved (like a "phantom queen" almost) that this vampiress must have been a kinswoman of the great enchantress Morgan Le Fay.
And therefore a kinswoman of her- the Vampiress Morgana (since she Morgana was a niece of Morgan Le Fay).
How dare one of her kinswoman and a fellow vampiress at that interrupt her performing an act of black magic?
The ram-headed snake in Cernunnos' left hand spoke on behalf of the demonic entity who had not received its offering.
It turned its head, looked at her with fiery red eyes, bore its fangs and spoke in a voice much like the Soup Nazi on that famed episode of the TV comedy show Seinfeld, "No soup for you..."
* * *
In the maternity hospital in Cardiff, the mother of the kidnapped baby boy suddenly found the child back in her arms while a fast-moving figure in white entered and exited the hospital.
The figure then turned into a bat and flew a great distance.
The figure then stood on the Skirrid Holy Mountain near the Welsh village of Llanvihangel Crucorney.
She was dressed in a beautiful flowing long white dress that blew in the wind that came down from the Black Mountains.
She turned her face towards the west and spoke in a whisper that seemed to carry across the country of Wales, across the Irish Sea and over to Ireland.
* * *
As Dracul Van Helsing stood at his Dublin hotel room window overlooking O' Connell Street, he thought he heard a beautiful soft feminine young sounding Irish accented voice whispering to him, "Dracul Van Helsing, thou hast an ally..."
To be continued.
For the baby was gone.
Snatched away by a figure in white just before the knife came down.
"Fuck!" Morgana spoke with the limited vocabulary of an American Neo-Nazi fascist.
Morgana knew from the way the figure in white moved that she was a vampiress.
And further the speed with which she moved (like a "phantom queen" almost) that this vampiress must have been a kinswoman of the great enchantress Morgan Le Fay.
And therefore a kinswoman of her- the Vampiress Morgana (since she Morgana was a niece of Morgan Le Fay).
How dare one of her kinswoman and a fellow vampiress at that interrupt her performing an act of black magic?
The ram-headed snake in Cernunnos' left hand spoke on behalf of the demonic entity who had not received its offering.
It turned its head, looked at her with fiery red eyes, bore its fangs and spoke in a voice much like the Soup Nazi on that famed episode of the TV comedy show Seinfeld, "No soup for you..."
* * *
In the maternity hospital in Cardiff, the mother of the kidnapped baby boy suddenly found the child back in her arms while a fast-moving figure in white entered and exited the hospital.
The figure then turned into a bat and flew a great distance.
The figure then stood on the Skirrid Holy Mountain near the Welsh village of Llanvihangel Crucorney.
She was dressed in a beautiful flowing long white dress that blew in the wind that came down from the Black Mountains.
She turned her face towards the west and spoke in a whisper that seemed to carry across the country of Wales, across the Irish Sea and over to Ireland.
* * *
As Dracul Van Helsing stood at his Dublin hotel room window overlooking O' Connell Street, he thought he heard a beautiful soft feminine young sounding Irish accented voice whispering to him, "Dracul Van Helsing, thou hast an ally..."
To be continued.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The Feast of the Beast
The amber alert immediately went out all over Cardiff, Wales.
Someone had gone into the maternity ward of Cardiff's largest hospital and kidnapped a newborn baby boy.
Authorities all over the nearby Glamorgan County were contacted.
In the wee hours of the morning of this day what looked to be a young brunette woman wearing dark sunglasses had been captured on camera stealing the child.
She had entered and exited the building with lightning quick speed.
"Like a phantom in the night," as a hospital administrator put it.
In Dublin, Ireland, Dracul Van Helsing was in his hotel room when the amber alert in Wales was mentioned on the local news.
Dracul looked at the calendar.
March 23rd.
The Feast of the Beast.
And the baby that had been taken was a baby boy.
Dracul was aware that among certain hard-core satanic cults in North America, the Feast of the Beast was an important holiday.
It was marked on March 23rd because it was 2 days before the Feast of the Annunciation- the day that the Virgin Mary had conceived Christ in Her womb.
Certain hard-care satanists thought that by sacrificing a young male child (symbolizing the Christ child) on this date- March 23rd- the day before Saint Gabriel's Day (March 24th- Saint Gabriel the Archangel who had been sent to Mary to see if She would consent to being Mother of the Messiah and Holy One of God) and two days before the Annunciation (March 25th) this would grant the sacrificer of the male child immense power.
Dracul thought that this was hardly a coincidence that a baby boy had been kidnapped on this particular date.
He picked up the phone and asked to be connected to Cardiff Police in Wales.
At the same time in an abandoned church in Cardiff, a statue of the Celtic horned god Cernunnos stood on the altar where the Crucifix of Christ once stood.
On Cernunnos' head were the horned antlers of a stag with seven tines (or points per horn). He had long white hair and a white beard. He wore a torc (an ornate neck ring worn by the ancient Celts to denote nobility). In his left hand, he held a serpent which had on its head the horns of a ram.
At the feet of Cernunnos lay a crying baby boy.
Standing over the altar and above the baby was the Vampiress Morgana.
"Oh, Cernunnos, Lord of the Underworld," Morgana prayed an infernal prayer, "grant me success in my mission."
She raised the knife.
The knife fell.
The baby's cries were no more.
To be continued.
Someone had gone into the maternity ward of Cardiff's largest hospital and kidnapped a newborn baby boy.
Authorities all over the nearby Glamorgan County were contacted.
In the wee hours of the morning of this day what looked to be a young brunette woman wearing dark sunglasses had been captured on camera stealing the child.
She had entered and exited the building with lightning quick speed.
"Like a phantom in the night," as a hospital administrator put it.
In Dublin, Ireland, Dracul Van Helsing was in his hotel room when the amber alert in Wales was mentioned on the local news.
Dracul looked at the calendar.
March 23rd.
The Feast of the Beast.
And the baby that had been taken was a baby boy.
Dracul was aware that among certain hard-core satanic cults in North America, the Feast of the Beast was an important holiday.
It was marked on March 23rd because it was 2 days before the Feast of the Annunciation- the day that the Virgin Mary had conceived Christ in Her womb.
Certain hard-care satanists thought that by sacrificing a young male child (symbolizing the Christ child) on this date- March 23rd- the day before Saint Gabriel's Day (March 24th- Saint Gabriel the Archangel who had been sent to Mary to see if She would consent to being Mother of the Messiah and Holy One of God) and two days before the Annunciation (March 25th) this would grant the sacrificer of the male child immense power.
Dracul thought that this was hardly a coincidence that a baby boy had been kidnapped on this particular date.
He picked up the phone and asked to be connected to Cardiff Police in Wales.
At the same time in an abandoned church in Cardiff, a statue of the Celtic horned god Cernunnos stood on the altar where the Crucifix of Christ once stood.
On Cernunnos' head were the horned antlers of a stag with seven tines (or points per horn). He had long white hair and a white beard. He wore a torc (an ornate neck ring worn by the ancient Celts to denote nobility). In his left hand, he held a serpent which had on its head the horns of a ram.
At the feet of Cernunnos lay a crying baby boy.
Standing over the altar and above the baby was the Vampiress Morgana.
"Oh, Cernunnos, Lord of the Underworld," Morgana prayed an infernal prayer, "grant me success in my mission."
She raised the knife.
The knife fell.
The baby's cries were no more.
To be continued.
Monday, March 22, 2010
The Vampiress Morgana
On the other side of the Irish Sea on the coast of Wales, a beautiful woman with long flowing brunette hair and deep ocean blue eyes stood in a long flowing black dress.
She watched the strange apparition of wind swept pure white dust approach her and then collapse at her feet on the white sands of this beach.
"Clyvaughlon of the Black Horn," the woman spoke, "thou hast been slain."
The woman closed her eyes and used her second sight to identify the killer.
"Dracul Van Helsing," the woman opened her eyes, "thou hast marked thy own death by this action."
The woman was the vampiress Morgana.
She was over 1500 years old.
She was a niece of the great enchantress Princess Morgana (also known as Morgan le Fay) the woman who was sometimes friend and sometimes foe of King Arthur.
She knew that her aunt had had a child with King Arthur.
And she knew that Christopher Dracul Nicholas Alexander Constantine Van Helsing was a direct descendent of this child.
But such familial relationships would not get in the way of Dracul Van Helsing's destruction.
For she the Vampiress Morgana was a worshipper of the old Celtic gods.
And her aunt had abandoned those gods when she fell in love with the Christian King Arthur.
Just like Merlin who had been a Druidic High Priest (though the wimp refused to practise human sacrifice unlike her friend Clyvaughlon of the Black Horn) had also embraced the High King Arthur's Christian religion towards the end of his life.
It was for this reason that Morgana had imprisoned Merlin in the inside of an oak tree casting a deep spell of sleep over the wizard.
And now Morgana swore an oath to the old Celtic gods that she would personally kill Dracul Van Helsing in vengeance for the slaying of Clyvaughlon of the Black Horn or she would die herself.
To be continued.
She watched the strange apparition of wind swept pure white dust approach her and then collapse at her feet on the white sands of this beach.
"Clyvaughlon of the Black Horn," the woman spoke, "thou hast been slain."
The woman closed her eyes and used her second sight to identify the killer.
"Dracul Van Helsing," the woman opened her eyes, "thou hast marked thy own death by this action."
The woman was the vampiress Morgana.
She was over 1500 years old.
She was a niece of the great enchantress Princess Morgana (also known as Morgan le Fay) the woman who was sometimes friend and sometimes foe of King Arthur.
She knew that her aunt had had a child with King Arthur.
And she knew that Christopher Dracul Nicholas Alexander Constantine Van Helsing was a direct descendent of this child.
But such familial relationships would not get in the way of Dracul Van Helsing's destruction.
For she the Vampiress Morgana was a worshipper of the old Celtic gods.
And her aunt had abandoned those gods when she fell in love with the Christian King Arthur.
Just like Merlin who had been a Druidic High Priest (though the wimp refused to practise human sacrifice unlike her friend Clyvaughlon of the Black Horn) had also embraced the High King Arthur's Christian religion towards the end of his life.
It was for this reason that Morgana had imprisoned Merlin in the inside of an oak tree casting a deep spell of sleep over the wizard.
And now Morgana swore an oath to the old Celtic gods that she would personally kill Dracul Van Helsing in vengeance for the slaying of Clyvaughlon of the Black Horn or she would die herself.
To be continued.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The Saint Patrick's Day Vampire
Saint Patrick's Day.
Or more appropriately Saint Patrick's Night.
Down in the woods near Blarney Castle.
Alongside that path of stones where Druids practised human sacrifice centuries ago.
One could still feel the chill and sensation of evil there even today when one stops there after kissing the Blarney Stone.
From the kiss of Blarney to the kiss of death within a short distance.
And for Nellie O' Donnel, it seemed to be just that.
The lovely red head in the green mini dress now found herself tied to a rock.
It was 11 PM on Saint Patrick's Night.
Nellie who had been drinking in The Stuffed Goose Pub had bicycled out alone to Blarney Castle on a dare.
She had climbed up the stairs of the Castle and approached the Blarney Stone.
She lay backwards adjusting her green mini dress and her green silk nylons as she did so.
She closed her eyes and felt the cool breeze of a Saint Patrick's Night in Ireland.
When she opened her eyes again, there was a white bearded white haired man in a white robe standing above her with a glistening knife in his hands.
The man picked her up in his arms and then jumped off the open roof of the castle.
She screamed.
But black wings came out from under the man's robes.
And the man flew.
He flew to the nearby Blarney woods with the caves and the stones.
The black winged man in the white robe tied her to a stone shaped like an altar although she tried kicking at him with her green spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.
The white bearded man looked down at her and smiled.
Showing his white vampiric incisors.
She screamed, "A vampire!".
The man spoke in a voice that sounded like the footsteps of a giant, "Yes, I am a vampire. A vampire and a Druid. I am Clyvaughlon of the Black Horn and once I was High Priest here. But The Patrick drove me from here."
"The Patrick?" the red-headed girl sounded quizzical.
"The Patrick... the one you used to call Saint until your people started worshipping Mammon rather than God back in the mid-1990s," the Druid laughed.
He put a gag in her mouth and then raised the knife.
"O Lord of Samhain, Lord of the Underworld," Clyvaughlon of the Black Horn seemed to address an unseen deity, "you who once ruled this land until the coming of the Patrick's Christ, with this blood soon shed, you will once again reign over this Isle of the Sacred Emerald..."
"And a Happy Saint Patrick's Day to you," a voice spoke in the night before the sound of a cross-bow being fired could be heard.
The silver arrow that had been dipped in Holy Water near the tomb of Saint Patrick pierced the vampiric Druid's heart.
And Clyvaughlon of the Black Horn vanished into white dust.
A gust of wind blew the white dust across the green of the land.
And then out to the Irish Sea.
Dracul Van Helsing untied Nellie O' Donnell.
"Who was he?" she asked.
"He was one of the Druidic High Priests who was here when Patrick arrived," Dracul explained, "Patrick drove him from Ireland. He went to Brittany in France where he was bitten by the vampiress Isis and then spent his time terrorizing the residents of that region."
"And he decided to return to Ireland"" she asked.
"Yes, he thought the time was right to return," Dracul said quietly.
Dracul looked up at the sky.
Where the pattern of stars in the night sky at that moment seemed to resemble a snake.
Dracul was silent.
He wondered how many of the other snakes Patrick had driven out of Ireland would soon be returning.
To be continued.
Or more appropriately Saint Patrick's Night.
Down in the woods near Blarney Castle.
Alongside that path of stones where Druids practised human sacrifice centuries ago.
One could still feel the chill and sensation of evil there even today when one stops there after kissing the Blarney Stone.
From the kiss of Blarney to the kiss of death within a short distance.
And for Nellie O' Donnel, it seemed to be just that.
The lovely red head in the green mini dress now found herself tied to a rock.
It was 11 PM on Saint Patrick's Night.
Nellie who had been drinking in The Stuffed Goose Pub had bicycled out alone to Blarney Castle on a dare.
She had climbed up the stairs of the Castle and approached the Blarney Stone.
She lay backwards adjusting her green mini dress and her green silk nylons as she did so.
She closed her eyes and felt the cool breeze of a Saint Patrick's Night in Ireland.
When she opened her eyes again, there was a white bearded white haired man in a white robe standing above her with a glistening knife in his hands.
The man picked her up in his arms and then jumped off the open roof of the castle.
She screamed.
But black wings came out from under the man's robes.
And the man flew.
He flew to the nearby Blarney woods with the caves and the stones.
The black winged man in the white robe tied her to a stone shaped like an altar although she tried kicking at him with her green spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.
The white bearded man looked down at her and smiled.
Showing his white vampiric incisors.
She screamed, "A vampire!".
The man spoke in a voice that sounded like the footsteps of a giant, "Yes, I am a vampire. A vampire and a Druid. I am Clyvaughlon of the Black Horn and once I was High Priest here. But The Patrick drove me from here."
"The Patrick?" the red-headed girl sounded quizzical.
"The Patrick... the one you used to call Saint until your people started worshipping Mammon rather than God back in the mid-1990s," the Druid laughed.
He put a gag in her mouth and then raised the knife.
"O Lord of Samhain, Lord of the Underworld," Clyvaughlon of the Black Horn seemed to address an unseen deity, "you who once ruled this land until the coming of the Patrick's Christ, with this blood soon shed, you will once again reign over this Isle of the Sacred Emerald..."
"And a Happy Saint Patrick's Day to you," a voice spoke in the night before the sound of a cross-bow being fired could be heard.
The silver arrow that had been dipped in Holy Water near the tomb of Saint Patrick pierced the vampiric Druid's heart.
And Clyvaughlon of the Black Horn vanished into white dust.
A gust of wind blew the white dust across the green of the land.
And then out to the Irish Sea.
Dracul Van Helsing untied Nellie O' Donnell.
"Who was he?" she asked.
"He was one of the Druidic High Priests who was here when Patrick arrived," Dracul explained, "Patrick drove him from Ireland. He went to Brittany in France where he was bitten by the vampiress Isis and then spent his time terrorizing the residents of that region."
"And he decided to return to Ireland"" she asked.
"Yes, he thought the time was right to return," Dracul said quietly.
Dracul looked up at the sky.
Where the pattern of stars in the night sky at that moment seemed to resemble a snake.
Dracul was silent.
He wondered how many of the other snakes Patrick had driven out of Ireland would soon be returning.
To be continued.
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