Read Angelfall: Parts 1 to 5 Online
Authors: Conrad Powell
Dr. Colan nodded to Mrs. Benoit standing next to him. The mayor gave a slight nod and shook Mrs. Benoit's hand but kept his focus on the doctor's every word.
“She saw a vampire biting the necks of a couple of children.”
“Yes. It's true. I saw him, ahh it, ahh ah, whatever that was, biting their necks,” said Mrs. Benoit.
Mayor Trudeau stood still as if he wasn't hearing the damning report.
“Bite marks are on their necks indeed,” said Dr. Colan as he stooped down and felt Little Trevor' neck.
The Mayor and Mrs. Benoit stooped down too. They were now all eye level with Little Steven Hanson.
“That thing just bit my friend's neck and turned him blue. I saw it.”
Dr. Colan replaced the mask that was resting on Little Steven's chin back over his face.
“Get him inside. Get them all inside. Quickly,” said Dr. Colan to the orderlies who zipped away without waiting to hear the full instructions.
In seconds the orderlies returned with gurneys and picked up each unconscious child from the courtyard and whisked each inside the Emergency Room which was quickly getting crowded.
Mayor Trudeau scanned the courtyard.
“Listen. Call Chief Garrick. I want every officer in Aurora down here now,” said Mayor Trudeau. Moriah nodded.
“Call Governor Lockheed. Brief him,” continued the mayor.
Moriah flipped open his office Blackberry Storm and began to dial.
Moriah now regretted skipping his morning Caramel Macchiatto from Starbucks.
He knew that had been a grave error. Moriah slipped into his usual pace routine as he made the calls.
The Mayor stooped down to Little Steven.
“Where did you see that vampire go?”
“He went behind the bushes. Over there,” said Little Steven pointing to the shrubs by the entrance to the courtyard. The KTLA News van sped into the Medical Complex parking area like they were the A-Team with B.A. Baracus. Mayor Trudeau stood up watching then come in.
The van could not go too far inside since the orderlies were transporting the comatose children to small cots inside the Emergency Room.
“Get this. Get this,” yelled Anchor Newswoman, Greta Peltier as she popped out of the van running towards the complex. The news cameras began to roll as soon as the three man crew jumped out with Greta. Greta did not miss a beat.
“Ladies and Gentleman, This is Greta Peltier, from KTLA News - Channel 4, your best news source.”
“According to anonymous sources, we are investigating calls made earlier to The Chief of Police and the Governor's Office regarding a breakout epidemic of grave proportions that originated from the 7th grade classes of Mount Redlock Valley High School.”
“We are live here on the scene as you can see. Children who appear blue in color are being taken inside the complex. I'm going in to investigate further.”
Greta briskly walked over to Mayor Trudeau who stood like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Mayor, we understand that your office called the Governor. Is it that serious? What is going on here?” said Greta as she stuck the microphone in his face.
The Mayor figured the media would get there but certainly not so fast. Dr. Colan came out of the Complex and Greta didn’t even wait for an answer from the Mayor. She wanted the raw science data so she left the Mayor standing and ran over to Dr. Colan.
She scurried to catch up with Dr. Colan. But Dr. Colan did not slow down. He was on the move.
“Doctor, doctor. What is the prognosis? Are these children dead?” said Greta with a brisk jog to keep up with the unstoppable good doctor.
Dr. Colan continued his walked unabated towards the middle of the courtyard.
“We are taking measures to cordon off the area. We are not sure what is going on. But a large contingency of school age children came to the Complex in the afternoon and two children were transported by EMT exhibiting the same signs.”
“And what are those signs doctor?” said Greta. Dr. Colan shoved six masks into her hands for her and her crew. They quickly affixed them.
“Something is robbing the children of oxygen in their blood hence they appear blue,”
Greta's jaws dropped as she stared at the entrance to the Complex.
“Sorry doctor. Guys get this behind you,” said Greta as the camera crew turned around.
It was majestic.
Chief Garrick flanked by a blue sea of police officers poured into the Complex.
“Are you getting this?” said Greta to her camera man. The camera man nodded his head as he panned the entrance to the courtyard. Victor peered out from the bushes. He was in camera view. The sun set on the horizon. The camera man zoomed in on the bushes then lifted his eye from the camera to confirm what he thought he was seeing. He rubbed his eyes then replaced the camera.
“Did you guys see a white flare in the bushes?” said the camera man to the crew.
Everyone said, “No.” Victor recoiled into the tall bushes. Out of thin air, Vander, his best friend, appeared behind him.
Vander was a well dressed vampire in a long black cloak and turtleneck.
“Having fun playing with the kiddies Victor?”
Victor did not turn around and ignored Vander. Victor did not speak, could not speak so he thought-spoke with Vander.
Vampires were good at reading each others thoughts.
“You know you're making a mistake,” said Vander.
“I'm not making a mistake. I'm different now,” thought-spoke Victor.
“Look at you, running around here like a mad man biting kids and spewing that nonsense against Our Son of The Morning Star,” said Vander.
“Send you did he?” thought-spoke Victor.
“Look you even lost your voice,” said Vander. “What kind of nonsense is that?”
Victor turned to Vander.
“Nonsense? What's nonsense is what we did. What were we thinking trying to overthrow THE I AM THAT I AM? That's nonsense. The foolish plan Lucifer came up with is an 8,000 year old failure. Let's just say I came to my senses,” thought-spoke Victor.
“Failure? Come on Victor. You are losing your powers by the hour. You can't speak. Pretty soon you won't want to drink blood. You now hop around in the sun. Pretty soon you can't even fly or vaporize. You want to give that all up? The taste of sweet human blood Victor? You really want to give that up?” said Vander.
“What does it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul?” thought-spoke Victor.
“So one month of a personal rebellion against Our Son of The Morning Star and you are already quoting scriptures,” said Vander. "Don't you get it? You are Victor now not Adonari. That life is gone."
Victor turned his back on Vander to peer out of the bush at the commotion in the courtyard.
“Vander, I may not be Adonari anymore but The I AM THAT I AM gave me a promise one month ago. I am holding Him to it. Remember how we weren’t allowed to read the Holy Writ of 'Revelations' while we were perfect in paradise? Well, I’ve read it. And I know how it ends. Your Son of The Morning Star is going to be defeated and all the Fallen Angels along with him,” thought-spoke Victor. “Let's just say I want to be on the winning side.”
"Look, a bunch of us are getting together later at Villagio's Vampire Delights for dinner," said Vander. "If you get some sense knocked into you, I guess I'll see you there. I hear they have a new batch of humans just in from India; nothing like Tandoori blood."
Victor did not reply.
The policemen marched towards the bushes where Victor was.
“Loss of thoughts, huh?” said Vander. “Looks like you have your hands full. I'll see you later...maybe.” Vander disappeared as swiftly as he had appeared.
Victor saw the Mayor and the sea of police barreling for him. They obviously heard something about him, thought Victor. As Victor darted out of the bushes into the air he felt strangely warm. His normal funeral-parlor-cold-dead-body-on-ice temperature was rising fast.
He zoomed in the air and suddenly dropped with a thud. The sea of police along with Mayor Trudeau looked down at Victor sprawled on the parking lot floor. The Principal pushed her way into the center of the lynch mob that surrounded Victor. Victor tried to get up but he was weak.
What was happening to him? He thought. He propped himself up on one hand as he lay on the floor.
“That’s him. He bit all these children. He turned them blue,” said Principal Benoit pointing at Victor. Victor was too weak to respond and besides he lost his voice. He hung his head as he could not look them in the eyes.
Victor tried to get up and stumbled back to the floor. The officers on the frontline beat him with their batons. Victor could not move.
“Why are you terrorizing us?” said Principal Benoit as they bashed his head in. Victor said not a word. He couldn’t.
I am abandoned, thought Victor. He remembered how Jesus Christ had suffered on the cross.
He was one of the Vampires that were on guard in the gates of hell when the news spread that Jesus the Christ had been crucified. He was thrilled back then because Hell rejoiced at the news.
“You demon,” said a police officer. Victor's gray blood gushed through the many bruises and splashed with every blow. The bruises penetrated to his spirit.
“I now know how it feels,” thought-spoke Victor to the Almighty One.
“I am sorry, My Lord,” he continued. Tears streamed down his face.
The Day of The Fall flashed through his mind. He thought of the thousands of years of feeding on the blood of animals and humans. His tears were clear and mixed with the blood that streaked his face.
“My Lord, I pledge my heart to you,” thought-spoke Victor.
“I am nothing. I am a sinner. I am a Fallen Angel but your Angel nonetheless for I am nothing and you are everything.”
The officers did not let up. An officer kicked him in the ribs several times.
Victor’s head was spinning rapidly.
“I give to you my heart and I pledge my love to you Lord Jesus Christ. You died for the sins of the world and you are its only hope,” continued Victor.
But this did not change the immediate threat.
The beating continued unabated.
The I AM THAT I AM sent no legion of Holy Angels to rescue him. Nothing. There was an eerie silence in his heart.
“My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?” Thought-spoke Victor.
These words in his heart penetrated throughout his body. An officer took his baton and smashed it directly in Victor’s temple. Victor fell flat and still.
Dr. Colan pushed his way through the sea of officers to where Victor was shouting as he tried to tunnel his way to Victor.
“Stop. Stop,” said Dr. Colan. "Don’t kill him.”
It was no use. No one had heard him over the sound of the lynch mob.
Dr. Colan dropped beside where Victor lay and threw up his hands. His coat was now soaked in Victor’s blood.
“Stop. Don’t kill him. It is not him” said Dr. Colan. “He saved them.”
Dr. Colan pointed to the entrance of the Medical Complex foyer.
He placed his finger on Victor’s throat, well what was left of it.
There was no pulse.
“What are you talking about?” asked Mayor Trudeau.
“He killed them.” said Principal Benoit
Dr. Colan stood to his feet. He wiped Victor’s blood on his coat. “No he saved them” said the doctor.
Mayor Trudeau’s fingers started to turn blue. It crept slowly up his arm. The police officers fingers also started to turn blue. It was a ripple effect. The virus was spreading. Principal Benoit’s fingers also started to turn blue. Little Jennie and Treesha came running out of the Medical Complex. Jennie was a precious healthy pink and Treesha was a gorgeous chocolate brown.
“What’s happening? Asked Mayor Trudeau.
“You are infected with the virus” said Dr. Colan
As Little Jennie and Treesha smiled up at the mayor the doctor explained.
“Apparently some chemicals in the vampire’s bite flooded those infected with a serum antidote. I’m not sure how the chemical works, but I know that it is the result of the Vampire’s bite. All the kids who were infected and who he bit are now alive and well. It appears to be a slow working serum. Mayor Trudeau, the officers and Principal Benoit, looked at their hands. Their faces were now turning blue.
Their antidote stood still on the parking lot floor in still silence.
Victor heard a distant voice it slowly became louder. Where was he, he thought.
Victor could not see.
The darkness pervaded the deep as deep called unto deep. A little light grew and chased the darkness that enveloped him.
Victor took notice with his every being. The distant voice grew louder.
“I’ll try to save him but it might be too late,” said Dr. Colan as orderlies rushed off with Victor to the operating room. Dr. Colan scurried off behind them.
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