Vampires 22

The dark night is every time more dense, no escape from the past, now or never...

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They were rare days when the came, between thieves and poor, handicapped, performing miracles, expelling demons, each labelled of heretic, others of a madman, but no one dared to contradict him.

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Surrounded by prostitutes, usurers, and much of the brunt of Palestinian society, walked the so-called Jesús de Nazaret, which would be called Christ by the Greeks, but you would be surprised the amount of witches, sorcerers, demonologos, SEER who followed him, were wise who prophesied his arrival

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by that they knew something special was, many of his disciples, the first and the most fervent, were criminals, witches, assassins, soothsayers, do that looked at this man?, the same thing that I saw in the

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an answer to my prayers...

Gospel of Cain introductory letter.

Norbert Crowley eyes rested on the safe that remained open, heir to the fortune of Crowley, satanist, demonologo, Alchemy, among many other occult sciences student, had regodeado of the more high pleasure, women, wine, drugs, were just some of the only conceivable possibilities for some few mortals, he had a addiction, that was the most powerful drug that had world, was in fact the only thing that mattered in the world for him, that was the world control, for that had formed a banking and had increased dollar accounts of their ancestors, but there was something that had failed, something unique and terrible, that was to overcome death, approaching to the and played it with his icy hands at nighttheir children were ready to fight for his fortune and end up with everything so it had fought, but now a new hope; stood

-from Lady in the dark night -

said the old man of 70 years, a night Butterfly entered the room was huge and moving their wings with sweetness, the old man smiled, a fog entered the room, butterfly landed on a column and this is transfiguro in a flame of light purple, sweet and ethereal, this broto an exquisite beautiful women, a vampire, not a Nosferatu, slave and free will, if not rather a demon woman;

-Norbert Crowley -

said Alexandra watching it carefully;

-Here I am, I was waiting, is that killed several of my colleagues, it is and I don't care, I want to talk to you, make you unseemly bidding -

She smiled, was so beautiful, really seemed to shine their own light;

-talk-

He said as I would speak a Duchess, a Queen with authority, Yes, with authority of the death;

-are you looking for something, something that I own and that would hardly get with someone more, so I ask you to make me your request and I will grant it to you, to change only ask one thing, a thing without importance -

Alexandra smiled;

-talk, you want -

the man smiled;

-I want eternal life you own, I want to live forever, I want to be one of your own and is who can meet me this favor in Exchange for wish that I will give it to you, is therefore calls for that hard you would get it otherwise if you do not want to draw my attention, and I will give unto you -

Alexandra burlo man;

-you're funny but you could not give me what I ask

the man was surprised;

-do you want of my?-

Alexandra smiled, road as beautiful ghost without touching the ground and reflected in the mirrors of the room;

-You can not deliver what is not in your hands, you can not give what no is ta has granted -

said Alexandra with a smile;

-I have two hundred years and are not always gets want it, no matter which so in favor or so easy these things -

the old man was shocked and annoyed;

-then you want?-

the woman said with a smile;

-your life-

women threw against the elder, took him neck and estrujo it with such force that the man felt his forces fade, the man treatment get an object to attack the beast, bag it and it showed it was a silver cross;

-fool, a cross doesn't without faith-

said Alexandra laughing, a grip he broke neck, head hung him irregularly, Alexandra smiled and went to the dome and looking for something, a lost book, translated in hand in hand by certain historical hexes, this was the Gospel of Cain, a rarity of book, probably written by a crazy, but Alexandra moved but not before throwing the old bathtub with the open-end wrenchthe death of an old man by falling in the shower, it would be a good case in the morning tabloids.

A woman was waiting in his car door was opened on the right side, Alexandra entered and sat down, the woman saw him;

-Madam, do their work to completed?-

 

Alexandra with a finger ordered shut, Alexandra the kiss and licked her neck, the woman shuddered but also excited, Alexandra desendio his hand looking for that woman's clitoris, your new pet and slave.

Elsewhere

José arrival at the bar and table dance ecstasy, several of his friends and colleagues followed him, your father hoped you while smoking a cigarette;

-Jose, you should take care of your boys, one of them entered and I threatened customers and workers, in addition I speak of quite serious things, if you can't control your kids, find who does it -

Jose is annoying and he saw his father to retire, local police saw him, they were in their patrol to frame, 'Russian' nickname, Joseph gave the indication and Michael and others asked him and police will give them, Joseph went to his truck and the Hill of a slam;

-did that hell think? -

Russian sigh;

-that you matter, you have what you have to do -

Joseph saw it attentively;

- but that's wrong? -

I question Joseph;

-you killed a woman and her 12-year-old son, I'm an accomplice to that-

Jose is annoying took him neck and almost lifted him;

-superalo and do not ever mention it -

Russian began to cry;

-We are a few monsters, worst than those who fight -

Taking Joseph's face, deep sigh and told him;

-Russian, that was not a normal child, you would have killed to have had the opportunity, the mother gave him to eat a girl and kidnapping his sister for a later snack, they're not better than anyone else and are not worse than none, we are hunters and that we do, we live to kill and protect, the death of a monster saves thousandsperhaps millions of lives, stop whining and behave like man -

Russian sigh, Jose held it and delivered it to his companions;

-take it to the Chapel, tomorrow morning is go to a retreat -

the eyes of everyone they settled on them, Joseph I ignore them and climbed on his truck with his companions and moved.

Hours more later, Joseph and Michael remained in the van alone, were the two in a street in the Centre, a Meat Loaf song harmonized;

-Jose, hate to say it, but Russian was right-

Jose note you;

- but the day of judgment, God ask me that happened that day, I will tell the truth, also...-

Joseph saw him attentively;

-It abogare for you and will tell you that in your place might echo the same thing -

Joseph nodded, both clashed hands and Jose was driving for the solitude of the ghost town, which became the city at night...