Peter Whitstable On The Temple Mount

Peter Whitstable On The Temple Mount


Peter Whitstable the man they called the Fox Mulder of Interpol stood on the Temple Mount.



He was looking for signs of a panther that had been seen on the Temple Mount.



Peter Whitstable believed the panther was Konalu a creature that was created by being astral projected from the mind of Fenrir the Battle of Ragnarok apocalyptic wolf from Norse mythology.


He decided it would be a good thing to get out of the office at Interpol's International Headquarters in Lyon, France because it looked like it would only be a matter of time before his co-workers called the men in the white suits bearing straight jackets and emerging from their paddy wagons.




While in Israel, he had asked to see the man at Mossad they called the Controller of the Golem.


His request for an appointment was turned down.



As he stood on the Temple Mount, he recognized the demon Asmodeus standing on the same mount yawning and smoking a large extra-King sized cigarette.



Peter Whitstable sometimes wished that he had taken up drinking or sniffing glue.



Then he'd have an excuse for seeing what he sometimes saw.



This was one of those moments.




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Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan was in his bedroom.



He looked up and noticed a black panther approaching him.



Unsure of what to do, Erdogan held out his hand and started purring, "Nice kitty. Nice kitty."


He hoped that the panther wasn't Syrian and wasn't a pro-Bashar Assad sympathizer seeing as how Turkey had just shot down a Syrian military plane.


He hoped that the panther wasn't an avid Twitter user either- one who was pissed at not being able to access his Twitter account in Turkey.




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Russian President Vladimir Putin told the Commander of Russian Forces who were amassing on the border with Ukraine to wait for his instructions on whether or not to go ahead and invade all Ukraine.




He would leave the speaker phone on in his office and if he were to start shouting "Yes! Yes! Yes!" that would be his order to cross the border and take all of Ukraine and unite it to the Russian Motherland.



As he stood at the window and gazed out at the Moscow landscape with its domed churches and crosses, he wondered if he could spot the Golden Arches of the nearest McDonald's as he suddenly felt a craving for a Big Mac (which mercifully had escaped the list of U.S. and EU sanctions against Moscow).




Suddenly the beautiful and lovely seductress the Babylonian Vampiress Lilith flew in through his office window.


She was wearing the latest spring fashion Cartier white evening dress with gold sequins.




She threw Putin back on to the Russian black bear skin rug in his office, ripped off all his clothes and mounted him.



"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Putin was soon screaming in a matter of minutes.




The General put his phone down.


He addressed his aide- a handsome young lieutenant with whom he re-enacted ancient Spartan army nighttime maneuvers.


"Well there we have the order," the General said,  "we take all of Ukraine."



"That's good," his lieutenant answered, "I've kind of got a hankering for Kiev style homemade perogies at the moment."



"But first you must have a Russian sausage," the General pulled down his pants.




To be continued.




-A vampire novel chapter
 written by Christopher
 Sunday March 23rd
 2014.


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