Blood Red Moon Passover

Blood Red Moon Passover




As the high-ranking American diplomat prepared to enter NATO Headquarters in Brussels Belgium for discussions on the ongoing military escalation of the crisis in Ukraine, he started to wonder why the symbol for NATO also contained the acronym in reverse OTAN.




He suddenly noticed a figure entering NATO Headquarters.



The figure, he thought to himself, closely resembled artistic depictions he had seen of the Norse god Odin.




Or as he was called in the Old High German tongue Wotan.






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Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley was howling and barking all over the streets of Moscow having turned into a werewolf with the presence of the full  moon in the night sky.




But as the moon was eclipsed in tonight's lunar eclipse, he turned back into human form.



As he did, he was attacked by a strikingly beautiful long- haired brunette woman wearing a very tight skirted gold mini- dress and black silk fishnet nylons and literally glowing blood red spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.




The woman was Russian Vampiress Svetlana Kireeva an agent of the FSB.



As she bit his neck and drained and sucked a little blood, the Greek vampire Ares (who was worshipped as Mars the god of war by the ancient Romans) walked by.



As the Red Planet Mars rose above the blood red moon in the Moscow night sky, Ares remarked sadly in a loud voice, "I have the feeling that my girl friend Aphrodite is cheating on me and making love to somebody else and it isn't her husband Hephaestus."






"It's Wotan the chief god of the Germanic pantheon she's making love to," Svetlana called out after him as blood dripped down from her fangs.





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The lunar eclipse was not visible in the Jerusalem night sky as the Controller of the Golem walked back home from his synagogue where he had been attending Passover services.



However as he looked at the night sky, he thought he could see a huge serpent like figure rising above the Temple Mount.



It gave a whole new meaning and a rather eerie one at that to that ageless question that's asked at every Passover,  "Why is this night different from all other nights?".





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The Royal Canadian Navy ship Sir John A. MacDonald was sailing in the North Atlantic.



As the captain peered through his binoculars, he thought he could see a huge passenger ship appearing on the horizon.



That was strange.



He looked at his watch.



It was 11:40 PM April 14th 2014.



There weren't supposed to be any passenger ships in this area at this time.



Stranger still, the passenger ship seemed to be a giant colossal steamship.



The captain thought the age of huge passenger steamships was surely past.



As the ship seemed to edge closer towards his own vessel, he again peered through his binoculars so he could see the name of the ship.





What the - ?



The name said,  R. M. S. Titanic.



The ship that had struck an iceberg at 11:40 PM ship's time the evening of April 14th 1912.



And had finally sunk beneath the waves of the North Atlantic at 2:20
AM the early morning of April 15th 1912.










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The radio was on in the Park Avenue apartment of the New York City billionaire who had recently hired contract assassin and serial killer Pan Goatee.



Although no one was in the room.



The body of the parrot Caesar still lay dead on the floor of his bird cage after he had been shot and killed by the New York City billionaire a few days before.




So far the maid still hadn't dropped by to bury Caesar not to praise it.






"Good evening New York," the voice on the radio said, "or perhaps I should say Good morning since it's now 2:20 AM.  Did you catch tonight's lunar eclipse?  I didn't get a chance to get out of the broadcast booth. And speaking of broadcasts, this is my 102nd broadcast on this station.
And speaking of the number 102, it's been 102 years since the Titanic sank..."



At that moment the huge globe of the world (with the grotesque face painted on it) that sat in front of the huge black curtain behind which the billionaire sat when he received visitors- crashed to the floor and shattered into over 7 billion tiny pieces.




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To be continued.





-A vampire novel chapter
 written by Christopher
 Monday April 14th
  2014.



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