The Dark Messenger (19 page)

Suddenly a message was coming in: ‘Sir, we
have weapons, there was no space left in the bushes outside, so we
hid some inside too. Do you need them?’

Mietioc smiled inwardly as his mind
deciphered the coded telepathic message. Normally he may have
reacted differently from this act of disobedience, and would have
been angry, but here and now it was perfect. They might be able to
fight back somehow; the Scots obviously thought that they were
completely unarmed.

How had they found our
guns, though?
he wondered.
They must have had a scout watching us enter the
tunnel.

He felt so embarrassed that he hadn’t been as
observant as he should have been. He figured that it must have been
because he was so relieved to have finally arrived after that
horrible journey in the train, and some how he must have switched
off, letting his guard down. Normally he looked everywhere though,
and was highly suspicious of everything. Vampires had to be that
way to stay alive. One mistake and terrible situations like these
could easily result from them.

Now he had to think fast for everyone. He
needed to react and to have a plan. Otherwise they would all die
there, as the room’s design suggested it. He had to be honest with
himself though, he and his party were prisoners of this coven, and
he was obviously standing where thousands of others had been
executed in the past too. If whoever died in this room couldn’t get
out, then how could he even think for a moment, that they could
either.

It was obvious that there
would be no chance to fight back
,
even if they
did use their weapons. They were out-gunned, out-positioned and, by
the way they would be killed from above, it seemed like it would be
carried out completely execution-style too.
At this moment, Mietioc really
hoped that the story he’d heard in the past regarding Satan
granting life again to those vampires who had killed many humans
was true.

Now
though
,
he considered, could they
maybe
retreat back into the tunnel
and
fight from there?

No, if they were going to
be killed, then the armed warriors should stay hidden and watch
from the tunnel. He would call out the ones who were unarmed to
stand with him, and when they were all executed, the vampires above
would probably jump down to rip them apart with their hands. His
warriors in the tunnel could then blast the hell out of them and
hopefully kill hundreds. At least he could die with the pleasant
thought in his mind that they had not been the only ones killed
here. He had a notable absence of sympathy for that evil bastard
Angus, and even more as the seconds passed. He just hoped that
after his execution, it wouldn’t be too long before
Angus
joined
him
down
in the
flames.

But where was he? Mietioc couldn’t see him up
there.

Then he had an idea and started laughing,
doubling himself up and pretending that he couldn’t stop
himself.

‘Do you know what I'm laughing about?’ he
shouted up to the silent vampires above him. ‘I’m laughing about
what Longinus told me last week. Yes, that’s Longinus who left your
coven! Anyway, he said one of the main reasons for leaving you, was
because you were all weak! I have to agree with him because no one
has ever heard that you fought against another coven and won. When
we were at war before, ok it was called off but you lost a lot more
than us. You never go on missions and just hide in here all the
time. In my mind, I have to agree with him because looking at yours
faces now, apart from being hideously ugly as we all remembered you
were, you do look pathetic and weak too.’

Their faces held their blank expressions but
he thought he could see a slight change coming so he continued and
pushed the abuse to the next stage.

‘Do you know what the really funny part was
that he said though? It was that the reason you all are so
pathetic. Because you have a pathetic weak leader!’

Mietioc craned his neck back even further as
he slowly turned on the spot, glaring at the silent crowd. ‘Yes,
Angus, wherever you are! You are too scared to show your face, you
weak fool.’

WOW what a reaction he got to that too. They
actually finally looked angry with him.

Then from somewhere above, something swooshed
through the air. He ducked as it came near him and heard it thud
into the ground behind him. Turning around, his jaw twitched in
fury. Lying there a few feet away was the head of the warrior who
he had left outside to warn their coven if they were ambushed.

‘You dare to come here and try to kill us in
our own home?’ Angus screamed out in an ancient, whiny voice.

Mietioc looked up and could see the lanky
fucker Angus, staring back down at him.

The Scots leader was dressed in similar
attire to that of his own leaders, which was a robe full in length
with a hood that covered his face. The difference was that his
attire was patterned in his covens tartan plaid. He was a tall thin
vampire who stood, from what Mietioc could see, at about seven feet
tall, or perhaps even more. Mietioc suddenly realized that the
tunnel they had just come through must have been designed for him
and him alone, as they had similar shapes.

Mietioc then messaged his guards: ‘All of you
who are armed stay in the tunnel. I am calling out the unarmed. If
they kill us, take advantage of the distraction and blast them. Try
to kill their leader--he's directly above the entrance in tartan.
You will see him because he's so bloody tall; make sure you get him
in the face though.

‘Yes sir. Pleasure knowing you, sir,’ came
the reply. A shudder went through Mietioc at the words. But he knew
that it was only the truth.

He then turned to the tunnel and called out
loud so that the vampires above could hear him. ‘Come out,
men!’

As they started walking out, the vampires
above suddenly came alive, screaming at them and throwing huge
rocks over the sides. Some of the rocks hit their targets and tore
huge gashes in their arms as they were holding them above their
faces, trying to block their heads from being caved in.

‘STOP!’ Angus shouted, and suddenly there was
silence, except for the rocks that were still rolling around the
floor beneath them, looking for a final place to rest.

‘So you came to kill us with infected humans,
and hoped that afterwards you would steal my riches?’ Angus raged
down on the captives below him.

Mietioc stared up at the Scot leader, shocked
that he knew of their plan.

How did they know, though?
Did one of our own coven tell him? It had to be
, he thought to himself. Anger boiled up inside him as he
wondered who the bastard was. If only he survived this day; if he
did, he would hunt down the snitch and kill him slowly with his
bare hands. Sadly though he could feel his own death was just
around the corner. It could feel it calling to him.

Maybe I could talk our way
out of this situation,
he suddenly
thought, but then realized that it would be completely pointless to
try denying their plan at this stage. Angus had found their
weapons, knew they were guilty, and had obviously decided on the
punishment too.

Mietioc decided to go with the truth. ‘It’s
your fault! You broke the age-old vampire rule. You killed in
public; you didn’t think our coven would retaliate?’ he shouted
back at Angus. ‘Keep in mind before you decide on our punishment,
that if you kill us, our coven will be at war again.’

Angus ignored the comment and moved on to the
next stage in his judgement process.

‘You might be wondering how we all knew about
your plan? Have you in that small mind of yours got any ideas as to
who truly arranged your coming here, and the punishment you are
about to receive?’

He paused to chortle, whilst Mietioc started
to think.

‘Then Angus said, ‘I could
tell you that someone sent me an email 85 years ago in 2014, but to
be truthful the email was illegible. Then I could say a time
shifter gentleman, who hops about a bit told me, but then that
would be true in a sense, only he was not the
true
perpetrator. Any ideas
yet?’

Angus was fully aware the guy who had told
him 85 years before, had only known because he had jumped forwards
in time to find it out from someone else, and wasn’t the true
culprit as you might be thinking.

‘I honestly have no idea, but truthfully if
you aren’t going to say, then well if the punishment is what I
think it will be, it wont matter if I know or don’t know, will
it?’

‘Ok I will tell you who, but only because I
really want to see your face, and your anger when you realize that
you were doomed before you even set foot on the train that brought
you up to the highlands.’

Angus told him the name and in response,
Mietioc with a completely shocked look across his face, just stood
there completely lost for words.

Then to prove the story, Angus threw him down
a voice recorder, and told him that he could keep the device as he
had other copies. Mietioc had pressed the play button and then
heard the telephone call between the Scot and a vampire he knew
from his own coven. They had arranged a twisted sordid deal
together, and as part of it, the traitor had said the Elite
warriors had to die.

‘A great plan eh?’ Angus said as he then
harrumphed into silence.

‘You fucker.’ Mietioc retorted as Angus then
grinned in reply.

‘Well it seems you have nothing more to say,
and we don't either. So then, with everything taken into
consideration, and by the powers invested in me, I hereby sentence
you all to…’

He paused, laughed to himself, and then said,
‘Oh yes. I remember the word I was looking for.’ His eyes narrowed
and a wide smile came over his face.

‘DEATH! Guards! Kill them all!’

Mietioc tensed himself for the inevitable,
and it came as expected, with much pain. His warriors had leapt
into the air, opening their wings, but it had been a pointless
effort. They were able to fly up about thirty feet before an
immense spray of silver bullets savagely ripped them to pieces.
Mietioc had been the first to die; he felt bullets tearing through
his face and chest in all directions as he fell backwards. He was
dead before he hit the ground.

Gunfire filled the air, leaving the trapped
vampires with no possible way to retaliate before they were
annihilated. Eighty-nine vampires were torn to pieces by silver
bullets, and not one of them had made it half the distance between
themselves and Angus’s vampires. As soon as the bullets stopped, as
predicted, the Scots then leapt over the sides to rip apart the
bodies by hand, and to laugh at the dead in front of them.

Back up inside the tunnel though, one of
Mietioc’s warriors had an idea. With no leader, he took the
initiative and messaged everyone with him. After hearing his plan,
they agreed that it was excellent, and a perfect way for them to
leave this life, unleashing hell on Angus and his coven.

The new plan was to knock out the infected
prisoners and then surreptitiously bury them in shallow,
mud-covered graves at the park’s entrance of the tunnel. The
warriors reasoned that, by doing so, not only would the humans not
be seen, the smell of their blood would be hidden with them beneath
the surface too. Just leaving a tiny hole for them to breathe
from.

They would lay there for hours, until the
full moon came that evening. The mud would first begin to shake
gently, then as the beasts began to change, the mud would start
dancing around like a 9 on the Richter scale, as a huge earth quake
was about to hit. Suddenly a hand would appear up out of the soil,
probably half covered in fur and claws. Then the face would launch
itself up and seconds later the whole werewolf would spring itself
out of the hole. The beasts would then as a pack, charge up into
the coven’s upper levels, taking the Scottish vampires completely
by surprise, and killing hundreds of them in a very short time.

Their new plan fully formed, they set to
work.

As soon as they finished burying the
infected, they released the non-infected females who had been bound
and gagged up to this point. As the humans ran down the tunnel,
they pulled the gags out of their mouths, screaming in terror. Just
as the warriors had planned, Angus’ coven heard the screams, which
distracted them from tearing apart the dead. As they looked up into
the tunnel, they smiled at what they saw running towards them.

The women suddenly came to a stop, staring in
horror at the bloody scene before them, and at the gore-streaked
faces of the Scottish vampires coming toward them. Turning round as
one, they fled back up the tunnel, the blood-lusting vampires
chasing after them. They were desperate to drink their warm fresh
blood, and nothing would get in their way.

From above, Angus messaged them to stop
immediately, but his subjects ignored him. They knew that he
probably wanted the women for himself, but these vampires were not
prepared to share. They knew that their leader for sure would not
share with them.