Chapter 1

Officer Greenhagen pulled over his car and entered the house. He sighed at the fact that he had to answer yet another domestic violence call. Beeing a policeman sure was a morally double-edged work; in a perfect world, he would be unemployed. What he didn’t get, though, was why people always had to get drunk and start beating up their family memebers on new years eve. Ah well, it wasn’t like he had anyone to go home to anyway. As he closed in on the building, he suddenly noticed that someone was standing in the shadows of the entrance. He probably wouldn’t have noticed the man if it wasn’t for the fact that he had moved slightly.

“Are you the one that called?” Greenhagen asked the man.

“Yes, I’m the janitor” the man answered. “Things have settled down, but it would be much easier for me to rest peacefully if you could pay them a visit just to make sure they are unharmed. It’s in apartment 4D that the disturbances have occurred.”

There was something creepy about the man. He wasn’t only taller than Greenhagen, but he also had an unnerving way of looking at him. The red eyes, the silver hair and the white skin made the officer draw the conclusion that this man was probably an albino. Shrugging the creepy feeling off as imagiation, officer Greenhagen went inside the apartment complex and climbed the stairs to the fourth floor. It was perfectly natural that the janitor would come with him, after all, he had the keys to all apartments. Still, he couldn’t help that the hairs in the back of his head were standing. For some reason, this routine assignment gave him the creeps. After knocking on the door and waiting for several minutes without a response, Greenhagen turned around to speak with the janitor.

“Ah, allow me” the janitor said with what could’ve been a slight grin as he locked up the door without Greenhagen even asking.

“Thank you...” Greenhagen managed to answer reculantly.

As the door opened, Greenhagen was sure. Something was definitley wrong here. The apartment at first gave the impression of beeing abandoned, but after a few moments, he recognized the smell. It was definitley blood. Instinctivley he put a hand on his gun as he proceeded inside and turned the light on. It didn’t work. Either the bulb was broken or a fuse was burned, but whatever the case, the light didn’t go on.

“Stay here” he told the janitor as he picked up a flashlight and looked around.

Gun in one hand and flashlight in the other, Greenhagen left the hallway and went into the bedroom that belonged to the parents in the family. The smell became stronger for every step until he looked around himself on the floor and found himself in the midst of several torn bodyparts scattered around the room. They looked like they had been bitten and torn apart by someone with superhuman strenght and viciousness. If he didn’t know better, Greenhagen would’ve thought it was a rabid bear and not a human that had done this. It was possible that the perpetrator was still in the apartment, and he swore to himself that if he ever got the chance he would bust a cap in his head. Leaving the parents bedroom, he proceeded into another room that appeared to be a bedroom for three childen. Two bodies were there, the bodies of two young boys. Large parts of their bodies were bitten off, and it looked like they had been cut open and stitched back together again. All in all, it looked like they had been trough a horrendeous torture. After looking around in the room for the third child, Greenhagen turned to leave when his eyes caught something. On the floor was a message written in blood.

“Across the hallway.”

He lifted his eyes from the floor and slowly walked across the hallway to the closed door. As he stood there and listened, he could hear a faint whimpering behind it. Slowly, infinitey slowly, he opened it and looked around. The living room appeared to still be in one piece, and there was only a few small stains of blood on the floor, most likley shoeprints. Chained to the radiator was a girl, somewhere between 15 and 17 Greenhagen guessed. As he tried to come closer, she curled herself up into a ball.

“Don’t worry, everything will be alright” Greenhagen assured her. “I’ve come to save you.”

The girl looked at him between her arms that she still held raised defensivley. After a few minutes, she calmed down and lowered her guard. Greenhagen was just about to try and free her from the chains when suddenly her eyes caught something behind him and she started screaming. Greenhagen turned around and pointed his gun at the barely visible figure hidden in the shadows. As he raised the light to see the face of the person, he was surprised to see the janitor standing there with a wide stare, drooling slightly with a vicious grin.

“I told you to stay outside” Greenhagen said.

“Oh, but then I wouldn’t be able to see the expression in your face” the janitor answered. “It’s quite a precious little bird I’ve got captured here, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Are you the one that did this?” Greenhagen more stated than asked.

“Nothing gets past you does it?” the janitor answered. He was looking more and more predatorial for every passing second. “And you’ve played your part quite well, dear” he added in the direction of the girl.

Greenhagen fired off a shot towards the janitor, but even before he pulled the trigger, the janitor had moved aside. He tried to move his arm, but instead found himself pounced on by the other man and teeth digging into his neck. The girls screams became louder and louder, until she, too, was forever silenced. The only one who left the apartment that night was a tall, dark figure with a mad stare in the eyes. He would leave the world humans knew alone, but only for tonight.


Chapter 2

Orlock enjoyed walking amongst the living as if he was one of them. Most of them didn’t pay much attention to him; after all, why would they? No, what amused him was the few that did sense that he was not normal. It was mostly children who noticed that he wasn’t quite like others, simply because they still had enough imagination to believe in the supernatural. Of course, what they were showing was usually curiosity towards the unknown; they had no idea he was a monster walking amongst them. Every now and then animals seemed to see trough his clever “disguise” as well, but of course humans rarely paid much attention to that either. He stopped for a moment in front of the window belonging to an electonics store to watch the tv:s on dispaly. The news were on, and the big story tonight was the family and a police officer that had been found dead in an apartment.

According to the news, they had been found after the police officer hadn’t returned from a domestic violence call, and two other policemen had gone to investigate. It was then that they had found the remains of the family and the officer. According to the police, whoever did this was a psycopath, and they warned the general public that it was not likley that whoever did this would stop until he was dead. Orlocks eyes widened as he grinned satisfactory. This called for a celebration. Tonight he would see if he could find a vampire to feast on. Since they were getting more and more common these days, it shouldn’t be too hard to find someone to use as dinner company and main dish. He frowned slightly at the thought of there beeing more and more vampires these days. If there became more vampires, humans would become endangered. As a result, vampires would die from starvation as well. He personally didn’t care much about the others, but he himself would prefer not to starve. Maybe he would have to do something about it? Either way, those were the concerns of another time, not something he would bother himself with tonight.

He decided the park was a good place to look for other bloodsuckers, and it didn’t take long for him to find one. Walking side by side with a human woman was a male vampire. It appeared as he had picked her up somewhere earlier that night, and was planning on killing her here out of sight and make it look like a rape. The trick was old, but it worked. Besides of her close ones, no one would miss her, and she’d turn into just another number in the statistics before soon. This time, however, it would go different.

As the vampire led the woman to an area of the park where he could kill her unnoticed, Orlock stalked them silently. Closer and closer he came, waiting for the moment when the other vampire would strike. The wind was blowing from the direction his prey was, and it was carrying their scents with it. The woman was using a kind of perfume that was neither expensive nor cheap, while the vampire was using a more expensive one. This coupled with the clothes gave the impression that he came from higher society, but then again, those things could have been stolen. Either way, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy them for much longer.

“I had a really nice time tonight“ the woman said to the vampire. “Thank you, Damon.”

“Oh, don’t mention it” the vampire answered. “You know, you still haven’t told me your name.”

“Oh, you’re right” the woman said. “I’m sorry, my name is Rendal.”

“A lovley name for a lovley meal” the vampire said, baring his fangs. “I always remember the bautiful ones.”

“What do you mean?” the woman asked, unwilling to understand.

As the vampire finally decided to attack, the woman tried to scream. The vampire held one hand firmly over her mouth and used the other one for hold her still and exposing her neck. She struggled and managed get away for a second, but he immediatly caught her again and tore her jacket off.

“Now listen girly” the vampire said. “I’m going to kill and rape you. If you’ll be a nice little girl and don’t struggle, I’ll do it in that order. Do you understand?”

As his teeth closed in on the womans neck, Orlock burst out from the bushes and bit into his troath. The struggle didn’t last for long, and when it was over, the woman was staring at Orlock gnawing on the other persons arm. He slowly looked up at the woman with a carnivourus expression, blood covering his face around the mouth. She backed up against a tree, scared out of her wits as Orlock slowly crept closer and pinned her to the trunk before stretching out his tounge and slowly licking her neck, barely touching her skin. It was almost possible to hear the sound as she snapped. She started laughing hysterically to Orlocks geat surprise, and he backed away for a second before he understood that she had gone completley mad. Grinning to himself, he decided he would let her live like that, trapped in her own madness.

Chapter 3

Yet some time passed before anything of much interest happened. He had visited the woman once in the asylum, but it seemed she didn’t recognize him and wouldn’t get out of her madness, so the only fun that was left regarding her was the knowledge that she would be like that for the remaining part of her life. No, he would find something else to amuse him for now. As he sat there in a luxurious chair in a mansion previously belonging to a rich family he had killed, pondering what it would be, a woman entered.

“My apoligies lord Orlock, you have been summoned” the woman said with a deep bow and handed over a paper.

Orlock skimmed trough the paper before sighing loudly. After shooting the messenger a glare that told her to leave, he looked at the letter again before he simply tossed it into the nearby fireplace. This was a nusiance, and he would answer the call when he felt for it, but right now he wasn’t sure he wanted to bother. Ah well, it was better to get it over with as soon as possible so he could be left alone. He looked around at the room for a moment, grinning as he watched the heads he had stuffed and put on the walls like some humans stuffed the head of a stag as trophy. He would consider taking them with him when he decided to return to his own castle, altough it would depend on his mood at that time.

Hours later, Orlock stood in the corner of a street, lit up by a lamppost, as he waited for another vampire to show up. As he finally did, Orlock looked at him with a bored stare.

“What is it this time, Georg?” he asked.

“Ah, nothing much, Max” the other vampire, called Georg, answered. “I just want you to reconsider working for me.”

Orlock simply shook his head, looking at Georg in disbelief. Georg was an inch or two shorter than him, with blonde hair and green eyes. This was obviously not the first time the smaller of the vampires had tried to make the other work for him, and it was just as obvious that the taller was getting rather annoyed with this.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” Orlock answered. “Seriously, why would I lower myself to working for someone like you?”

“Maybe because I’ll set your ass up on a date with my boot if you don’t. How’s that for a reason?” Gerog said.

“How about you don’t even try and live on another century?” Orlock countered. “Seriously, you don’t think a child like you actually has a chance, do you? I really don’t enjoy fighting.”

“You’re getting old, Orlock, and everyone knows that with age comes weakness” Georg tried to lecture him. “I still have the strength of youth, and if you aid me I’ll make sure you won’t get forgotten.”

Orlock laughed at him before starting to walk away.

“If that is all you wanted to say, we have nothing more to talk about. Don’t let me hear from you again” he said before disappearing.

“How dare you insult me like that?!” Georg scowled before noticing that he wasn’t speaking to anyone.

Orlock left the conversation with a foul mood, biting his finger. That little brat had been spoiled by his family before he was turned, and his sire had continued to spoil him even after. Because of that, he had never learned to know his place. The sire was gone, actually killed by Orlock, and that little brat was lucky that Orlock hadn’t killed him as well. He really didn’t want to show off his strength against a little runt like that. Of course, he could simply kill him and be over with it, but that would be no fun. After all, annoying someone several times more powerful than himself should have a more creative punishment. As he passed by a house, he caught a glimps of the people inside. At first he didn’t really care, but then he suddenly stopped. As he saw the man inside, an idea on how to both get rid of his boredom and Georg revealed itself in his mind. A broad grin spread across his face as he walked closer to the house.

Chapter 4

Around one hundred years had passed since Orlock last had met Georg. That night he had also sired a human named Jack Edward Price, a man of average height and weight with long black hair and nowdays red eyes, who had turned out to be everything Orlock had hoped for. Jack was constantly trying to rebel, but that was part of the fun in training him. As soon as he had been turned, Jack had been taken overseas to Europe where Orlock had a castle to make it easier to train the sireling. He was slowly starting to learn that it was no idea trying to kill his sire or himself, and was therefore recently allowed to leave the castle occasionally. After all this time, he never ceased to bore Orlock, even after spending hours, days, weeks and years on torture and training. Of course, the fact that Jack in the beginning constantly tried to kill himself or was close to beeing killed by others had been annoying, so Orlock had created a drone using Jacks blood so that it could protect him. The drone, called Vallov, was a very tall figure with white, half-long hair and eyes that were reddish purple. He had taken a great load off Orlocks shouldes as went for protecting the sireling, and the fact that the drone hated Orlock didn’t bother him much.

This night, Orlock was walking trough his castle back towards his throne room after taking care of some buisness outside. Minor demonic creatures were crawling on the walls and occasionally stopped to watch him. He didn’t pay them much attention, altough they were one of the reasons this place made him feel at home. As he entered the throne room, he noticed that his sireling Jack was standing there with a look on his face that clearly stated that he didn’t like what he was seeing. Vallov was standing a few feel away with an identical expression in his face. Suprisingly enough, it wasn’t Orlock they were staring at, but Georg.

“I never thought I would have to see your face again” Orlock said sighing.

“I’m just here to give you the offer to join me one last time, Max” Georg said. “No hard feelings for things in the past, you have my word on it.”

“Hard feelings or not, I warned you not to show your face around me again” Orlock answered. “I’ll be nice and give you to the count of ten to leave my castle.”

“I can’t say I really expected you to answer otherwise” Georg said. “Well, then I suppose I’ll just have to get you out of my way using force.”

Orlock looked at him with an amused grin as he knew how to end this without actually having to fight.

“I suggest a deal” he said. “If you can kill my sireling here, I’ll join you. However, if you can’t, I’ll kill you myself if he dosen’t. Got that?”

“Beat that child? No problem” Georg answered.

“You were the one who said youth equals strength a hundred years ago” Orlock said. “But I suppose that was just your arrogance. Oh, and Jack. Make sure Vallov dosen’t intrerrupt the fight. I would get very disappointed if you fought dirty. I trust you’re past your suicidal period, but remember, there’s no use in betraying my trust.”

“You heard him, Vallov” Jack said with voice that revealed his hatred towards his sire.

“Fine” Vallov said and stepped away, but not before casting an angry glare towards Orlock.

Georg and Jack armed themselves, Jack with a sword and Georg with a pair of spiked steel gloves that protected his lower arms as well.

“Well, are you ready to die again?” Georg asked Jack.

“Actually, I wouldn’t really mind” Jack answered before raising his sword and attacking.

The battle went on for an hour. Vallovs instinct to help Jack was having a tough battle with his orders to stay put, and Orlock was keeping a close eye on him so he wouldn’t interfere. The both fighters had both managed to get a few hits on each other, Georg had a few light cuts on his arms and cheek and Jack had been hit in the face and in the chest. As time passed, it was obvious that Jack was getting the uppe hand. Georg was surprised, but he kept on stuggling, altough his strength was depleting faster than Jacks.

“Ladon, you worthless creature, where are you?!” Georg yelled as he was struggling to defend himself against another of Jacks attacks.

“If you’re talking about that drone of yours, I got rid of him before I went to see you” Orlock said. “I noticed you were coming quite a while ago. Now honestly, if I wouldn’t allow my sireling to play dirty, what makes you think I would let you?”

“Damn you, you bastard!” Georg scowled at him.

“You’re one to talk” Jack said before driving his sword trough Georgs belly.

Georg fell to the ground, holding his hands over the wound. He didn’t have much stength left, and the bleeding was taking the last of it. Jack raised his sword to finish it, but was surprised to find Orlock holding him back.

“Don’t. I have a much better idea what to do with him” Orlock said with a mad stare. His tounge reached out of his mouth as he picked up Georg and forced him to meet his gaze. “Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”

As he dragged the defeated vampire with him out of the room, Jack watched as his sire left. He spat some blood on the floor as he tried to contain his hatred for Orlock, and barely noticed that Vallov walked up to him to tend to his wounds.

“What... are you going to do... with me?” Georg asked faintly.

“I haven’t quite yet decided actually” Orlock answered, grinning devilish. “But trust me, it’ll hurt you more than me. Don’t worry, though, I’ll keep my promise to kill you... eventually.”


By Wadoud Guerroumi aka Duncan Calendar