Her name was Satire Lamprey and she was a vampire queen, by birth. Unlike the weaker vampires that were essentially converted cattle, humans that survived being fed upon. There were many, too many vampire clans and they had all fallen out with each other. Across the streets of Victorian London, and Prague, Vienna and numerous other cities they fought to the death with each other. Vampires feeding on vampires, only the strongest blood won, a full blood vampires blood Type V positive would devour the blood of a weaker watered down human vampire hybrid. Satire Lamprey had fed on the full vampire blood of many a fallen clan leader, and she was strong. So strong her own clan had become envious of her and betrayed her, the final battle against the great leach of the Dracula clan, an ancient and diabolical vampire called legion had almost killed her when she fed upon him. His blood waged a war inside her, weakening her so much that her clan members her family tossed her into a forgotten London sewer to rot away in the the compost of her cattle. Thinking her dead, or so close to death that demise was imminent, they were careless, they merely bricked up the main entrance. And a somewhat slapdash effort at that. And there she lay hidden her blood burning in her veins, for over a century. Vampire hunters were a plenty and hunted down and killed most of the vampire hoard, until the strongest the clan leaders, the full blood vampires retreated from the world and hid. Even Van Hellsing the greatest of the vampire hunters was only human, and died and was buried in a church yard. Even his name would be forgotten, even by those vampires that once feared him. Van Hellsing didnt come back from the dead, though he desperately wanted too, because the insufferable agonies of his purgatorial afterlife were too much for him. One priest tidied his grave and tended to it, a catholic priest and an anachronism a full blood vampire. He was content to say masses, hear confessions and to protect the weak and vulnerable. But still he fed on red blood, just not human blood. Hed been a low caste untouchable as far as the clans were concerned, and so he had never murdered a human In order to feed. And that is why he also owned a single vampire cow. He hadnt the heart to destroy the animal after hed drank his fill. So now he imported enough whale blood each week to keep them well fed. His graveyard was right above Satire Lampreys prison, and too this graveyard. Three men came, hellbent on skulduggery, or in this case dumping a tanker load of discarded NHS blood. It seemed fairly simple to them, prize off an old manhole cover, run the hose out and turn the pumps on to dump the ten thousand gallons of blood into a disused sewer. That only appeared on an old Victorian sewer map, of which they had a Rolodex copy. The blood poured into the bone dry sewer pipe and flowed over Satire Lampreys prone body. Shed aged terribly down there in the dark, unable to feed, so weak from starvation she couldnt move. Little by little the levels rose in the pipe, until at last she was completely submerged. The first trickle of blood into her system woke her from her catatonic state, her body convulsed with life. And by reflex she drank and drank and drank, until her body was bloated and distended by the sheer quantity of liquid it contained. And rapidly strength burned like fire through her muscles burning away her former weakness. A couple of weeks later shed consumed every last drop of the blood thatd been pumped into her chamber. And she broke out of her prison. Father Leech witnessed the manhole cover, now concave, fire hundreds of feet up into the air. He watched it fall back to the earth, or rather bounce off the church roof and then hit the ground. He wasnt at all frightened when Satire Lamprey emerged from the dark recesses of the forgotten sewer. He recognised her, as hed been part of her clan before being outcast.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 20:58:44 +0000
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