Angelfall: Parts 1 to 5 (24 page)

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Apostle:

Part 5 of Angelfall

(Twilight at Dawn Saga, Book 1).

By Conrad Powell.

©
Copyright 2012 Conrad Powell.

“Siton, I wish you would take this more seriously. I do not call you The Apostle for nothing. Their apostle’s set up churches and tents and howling sessions and hallelujah crap. You, you set up Dominions and Darkness in high-”

“But, au contraire, father. I do remember. But a boy’s got to have some fun and tonight is the night,” said Siton.

“Are you forgetting that tomorrow night at the Day of the Fall Celebration you will be demonstrating the final Operation to get us to the heavenly realm? You should study your incantations. Only you know them,” said Lucifer.

“Pop, I'm out. Time to have some fun,” said Siton as he looked at the night’s moonlight reflection of his face in the glass walled penthouse.

“Siton, I need you here tonight,” said Lucifer. Siton levitated in front of Lucifer.

“Pop, later.”

“Where are you going by yourself?” said Lucifer.

“Out,” said Siton.

“Take two guards with you,” said Lucifer.

“I'm fine. Really. I'll be –

“Listen,” said Lucifer. “I'm summoning Vendar and Axel to go with you.”

“Don't bother,” said Siton as he flew higher into the air. Lucifer retreated from his demand and walked into the penthouse. His Dark Council was already inside awaiting his instructions. Siton zipped into the air and headed above the Las Vegas strip for the shortest building in the area.

As he reached the building, he pivoted and zoomed on the roof of Club Expectations, the hottest nightclub in Las Vegas. He pitched on its roof and slipped through the roof’s metal door. He loved the perks of a vampire’s life like never having to pay a cover charge. The night was young and would be all his.

As he danced his way through the club, he felt someone hug him from behind. After a sudden panic, he turned around to look. He laid eyes on the most beautiful black young woman he had ever seen. Her eyes sparkled like the glow of 1 billion full moons.

He looked at her with a puzzled expression in the glow of the faint club lights.

Her initial smile turned into embarrassment. She leaned into him.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else,” she shouted in his ear over the noise of Michael Jackson's Club Remix. Finally some fresh meat, he thought as he smiled and grabbed her by the waist. He shouted in her ear.

“Let's get out of the noise,” Siton said. She nodded in agreement and he took her by the hand over to the bar. It was a little quieter by the bar that was separated from the main dancing floor. Sweat droplets glistened on her face. They sat down next to each other.

As he smiled she looked at his vampire fangs.

“Wow nice teeth. You really take this Mardi Gras Carnival thing seriously,” she said. “You really actually look like a vampire.”

He laughed flashing his pearly fangs even more.

“I try,” said Siton. “What are you drinking?”

“I'm a nice girl,” said the woman.

“Yeah right. Somehow I don't see church girl written all over you. What are you doing in the club then?” said Siton.

“I'm waiting for my girlfriend. She is downstairs. I hope she hasn’t runoff with anyone. She's always doing that.” The bartender walked over to them

“I'll have a Red Stripe Beer,” said Siton.

“We ran out of Red Stripe,” said the bartender oblivious to Siton's fangs. Then again this was Las Vegas at Mardi Gras time. Just like the USA Network all characters were welcome.

“Okay. I'll have a Heineken and give me a Rum and Coke for the lady,” said Siton.

“Oh no, no,” she said. The bartender stood waiting.

“Oh, come on,” said Siton to her.

“Bring it anyway,” said Siton to the bartender who nodded and walked away.

“You are a persistent one, aren't you?” said the woman. “What are you trying to get me drunk and have your way with me?”

Siton smiled flashing his fangs.

“I hope so,” he said with a giggle. She laughed.

“No one can accuse you of being shy,” she said with a laugh. “So, I'm here talking to such a nice guy and I don't even know your name.”

“Nice? Who says I'm nice?” said Siton.

She looked a bit puzzled, kind of like the look you gave someone on a blind date through craigslist.

He smiled.

“You're a kidder, huh?” said the woman lightly slapping Siton on his thigh as she flashed a smile.

The bartender brought his beer and the Rum and Coke. Siton paid for the drinks and took them up. He offered her the Rum and Coke. She smiled but refused.

“As I was saying, I can't take a drink from you. I don't even know your name. I mean you could try to drug me or-”

“It's Jeffrey. Jeffrey Satire.”

“No. You're kidding. Satire? For real? That must have been hell in school,” said the woman laughing.

“Look, let’s go on the roof. I need some air,” said Siton.

“Sure why not. As long as you're not some crazy guy who will throw me off,” she said.

Siton picked up the drinks and they walked back through the dance floor to the roof’s door were he had entered.

She followed him. As they stepped outside, the coolness of the Las Vegas night blew across their faces.

“Whew,” she said as she folded her arms around herself in a slight shiver. “Wow it's colder than I thought.”

“Rum and Coke to warm you up?” said Siton extending the drink towards her with a sheepish grin.

“Oh all right,” she said. As she took the drink, Siton quickly dropped and ecstasy pill from between his fingers right above the glass of Rum and Coke. She didn't notice.

“Thank you,” she said as she accepted the glass. They walked to the edge of the roof.

“So really? Satire, huh?” said the woman.

“Well, you now know my awful. What's yours?” said Siton.

“I'm Anne-Marie, Anne-Marie Gordon,” she said with a smile. She took a big sip of her drink. Siton watched her take a swallow.

“So Jeffrey, what brings you to Las Vegas? Let me guess you are a billionaire and this is the only way you know how to have a good time, right?”

“Well, actually I am the son of very important person. He is quite influential all over the world and-”

“Oh my God, Bill Gates? Bill Gates is your father? I knew that Satire last name was a fake,” she smiled.

“No, no. Not at all,” said Siton.

Before Anne-Marie could respond, someone fired a gunshot out of the club shattering the glass. They ducked spilling their drinks all over themselves.

“Listen. There is a fire escape on the back right behind you,” said Siton nodding his head to the ledge. Another shot fired breaking another glass on the roof. A stampede of club goers burst through the roof’s exit door.

Siton grabbed Anne-Marie with one hand and jumped over the balcony.

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Celebration:

Part 6 of Angelfall

(Twilight at Dawn Saga, Book 1).

By Conrad Powell.

©
Copyright 2012 Conrad Powell.

Hundreds more vampires who had now heard the news gathered on the roof outside the penthouse waiting to hear more news. Lucifer's slowly pushed away his seat and stood at the roundtable with his hands on the table in front of him.

He stared at the white men and the black woman. The vampires kept close eyes on Lucifer. Siton, his only son, was dead.

Lucifer walked over to Siton, bent down and turned his dead son's face towards his direction.

“I told to listen, you fool,” he said softly to his son. Lucifer stood up and looked at Vindel. Vindel backed up. Lucifer walked up to Vindel.

“I told you to follow him. Right?” said Lucifer.

“We-”

“No. No. Don't answer. Don't even answer,” said Lucifer cutting Vindel off.

“I told you and Xelor-” Lucifer looked around.

“Where’s Xelor,” he said loudly. Within seconds Xelor opened the penthouse roof door and rushed in standing next to Vindel. Xelor and Vindel were the same height.

All eyes were on Lucifer. The Las Vegas night had come to a standstill at least in the penthouse. Xelor began.

“Master, we tried to follow him but-”

Suddenly Xelor was silent and his eyes were still. Vindel was also still, at least for a split second. The sudden slice from Lucifer's sword was so powerful and swift that their heads remained in place if only for a moment until the reality of gravity kicked in.

As it were, their bodies fell in one direction and their heads in another.

The grayish vampire blood did not have time to splash due to Lucifer’s command of the sword. This happened so fast, no one noticed except the Holy Angels.

“Ouch. That must hurt,” thought-spoke the vampires in unison.

“Ouch that must hurt? Ouch that must hurt?” said Lucifer at the top of his voice as he slowly scanned the room. “My son is dead and all you can think-speak is ‘Ouch that hurts?’”

Adonari, Cyrenee and Zorona looked at each other.

They thought–spoke amongst themselves but in a frequency that neither the vampires nor Lucifer could understand.

“Ouch, that hurt,” thought–spoke Cyrenee to her friends.

“Look. We are still in human form and unless we get a chance to transform, we are you know,” replied Zorona in thought.

“Get them off my floor,” said Lucifer motioning to his minions who quickly dragged Xelor and Vindel's bodies to another room.

Their heads remained on the floor by Lucifer’s feet.

He placed his sword back in its sheath, bent down and hoisted their heads by their hair in the air. He stood like the Justice is Blind statue balancing a head in each hand. He stared at one head then another and proclaimed.