Magog Rhys Petley On Walpurgis Night

Magog Rhys Petley On Walpurgis Night




Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley awoke in a daze.



He gathered from the conversation around him that he was in some sort of luxurious penthouse apartment.



After a few more moments of listening to the conversation around him, he gathered that this luxurious penthouse apartment he was in must be on Park Avenue in New York City.


Banners flowing from the ceiling said tonightis Walpurgis Night.


Walpurgis Night? Magog thought to himself, wasn't that April 30th?



Wasn't that the date Hitler shot himself?  he wondered.



He suddenly noticed a huge poster on the wall that said, R.I.P. Adolf.


What sort of sicko mourns the passing of Hitler? Magog wondered.



He gathered that the party's host was hiding behind a set of dark black curtains while the guests chatted to the curtains.



How did he get here to this particular Park Avenue penthouse apartment in New York City?   Magog wondered.



The last thing he remembered was being in a Moscow street where he was attacked by a very sexy Russian Vampiress.



He had the feeling that was over a couple of weeks ago and that a lot had happened since.



But Magog couldn't remember what.



"Unfortunately gentlemen," the man behind the curtains intoned, "despite my offer and the high fee I was willing to pay her, the world-famous New Orleans songstress Angelique Dumont refused to be with us this evening to entertain us with her singing voice and her... other assets."




The crowd groaned.



Magog himself was disappointed.



He was a big fan of Miss Angelique Dumont having seen her in several musicals in the theatre district of West London.



In fact Magog often had sexual fantasies about Miss Angelique Dumont.




"Los Angeles Clippers owner Donald Sterling couldn't be with us this evening either," the man behind the curtains announced, "as the post card someone recently sent him from New York City was a post card of Harlem which showed a lot of black men walking the streets."



Magog helped himself to a piece of cheddar cheese that the Afro-American butler offered him.



"Gentlemen," the man behind the curtains raised an inflatable balloon in the shape of a giant glass of champagne above the curtains, "I give you the future Fuhrer of the world."


Who the Hell is the future Fuhrer of the world? Magog wondered.


And why the Hell was everyone in the room looking at him for?




To be continued.





-A vampire novel chapter
 written by Christopher
 Wednesday April 30th
 2014.


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