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Bloodline Of Darkness – Chapter Two – Part Two

Chapter Two Continued….

Alex woke with a startle and looked around. He was still sat in the elevator, and still in complete darkness. His face was covered in a cold sweat. He wiped his cold clammy face and slowly stood up.

“What the fuck was that?” He whispered to himself – and secretly hoping that he would not get a response. He stood there and tried to regain his thoughts and figure out if what he had just seen actually happened or if it was a daydream. He had no idea. He certainly didn’t recall dozing off, but he sure as hell was tired. He glanced around slowly and could make out the edges of the elevator car, as well as the elevator door.

He sighed and decided to try and pry open the door. Again, like before – was it a dream? – the door was jammed shut.
“Okay,” He thought to himself, “Get a grip here. Things like this happen all the time.”
“I doubt that.” A voice – that same voice – spoke from the darkness.
“What the –”
“Fuck!” It interupted.
“Not again” He thought as he backed quickly against the wall and began to tremble.

Silence again, but he knew that this voice – or thing – was there.
“Wh-what do you want?” He asked almost cowardly
It’s response came with soft growls or grunts, at first before it began to say, “You are a real hero Alex!”
“What?” Alex whispered.
“A real fucking hero! And like a hero you had to save the day and then leave us all to fucking rot!”
“I don’t know what you’re – ”
“Don’t give me that shit!” It interupted him, “You know exactly what I am talking about!”
It’s voice seemed to be getting lower, or more to the point, he could tell that this thing – whatever it was – was now sitting on the ground…
He started toward where he thought the voice was and tried to understand, but he couldn’t. He had no memory of this things allegations.
“Nothing to say, hero!”
Alex opened his mouth but words failed him. He was too afraid to speak.
“Take a look fucker!” It screamed, as it’s face appeared right infront of him.
Alex shit himself and began to weep.
“I haven’t done anything.” He wept as he turned away and wept in fear and coward on the floor.
“Hope you have a change of underwear. WAKE UP!”

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Part Three Coming Soon…

Bloodline Of Darkness – Chapter Two – Part One


Like any other work day, Alex arrived home at somewhere around 3:30 PM after another day at the factory. He parked his car – a white Holden Commodore V6 – in the basement carpark, and after his normal routine of sitting in the car and listening to the news update while he enjoyed a cigarette, he turned off the engine, got out of the car, locked it, and walked towards the elevator. Nothing unusual about that. However, today was different for some reason. As he walked towards the elevator, he had an uneasy feeling that he was being watched.

He stopped and turned around, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, he felt that there was something there. He had a strange feeling that he was being watched. He stood there and looked around slowly as he figeted with his keys. The jingling of the keys in his hand was the only sound in that place, and that should have been enough to satisfy his couriosity, but it wasn’t. As he looked around, he happened to notice just how strangely dark one section of the carpark was, and he leaned forward a little to peer into the darkness. Just then a cold chill swept over him, and he trembled. Immediately a part of him wanted to turn and run for the elevator, but the other part of him wanted to know what was at the other end of the carpark. It had been a long day and he was tired. Rational thought was not part of his understanding right now, so allowing his curiosity to get the better of him, he started to walk slowly towards that darkness.

Again that deathly coldness emanated from the darkness and now filled the carpark, and he felt afraid. Afraid of what was there, afraid of the unknown.

“Is someone there?” he called out, stopping for a moment to take a long look at that darkness. There was no reply, not of words anyway. Instead, he could hear a faint noise that he couldn’t make out what it was exactly. At first it sounded like maons, but it wasn’t.

He put his keys in his pocket and started to back away towards the elevator, taking each step slowly until his back was against the wall. Almost clumsily, he pressed the elevator button repeatedly until finally he heard the sound of the elevator bell, and he turned towards the door, anxiously wanting to get out of there.

“Alex” He heard his name echo in a cold whisper.

He turned quickly and stared around. Nothing. Nothing except that darkness. The darkness which now seemed to fill that carpark. His eyes darted around from one end to the other, but no one was there. At least, no one physical was there. He heard the elevator doors open behind him and he backed into the elevator and quickly pressed the button to his floor. He watched as the elevator doors slowly closed in front of him, seemingly closing the door on this darkness and his fears.

The door closed and he sighed with a certain relief, thinking that in a matter of moments, he would be safe in his apartment with the girlfriend from hell and the son he loved dearly. Soon, he thought, he would sit down to luke-warm dinner of spaghetti and toast and discuss his day with his family. Soon he would watch Seinfeld on TV, and fall asleep watching re-runs of Star Trek…………

He was shaken out of his daydream of a perfect life when the elevator suddenly grinded to a stop. He looked at the digital panel above the door that was alternating from 3 then 4 then back to 3. This wasn’t the first time this had happened to him in this elevator, and like he normally would do, he went to press the emergency button, but instead of the alarm sounding off, he was thrown to the floor by an powerful electrical charge. Stunned, he looked up at the panel, and then at the doors. There was a brief moment of silence, before the he heard a distinct grinding, as though someone was trying to tear open the elevator car like a tin. In an instant the lights flickered and shorted out, and the elevator stopped vibrating. He was alone in the darkness, trapped, afraid. He had no idea what to do or what to expect.

Silence. Nothing but his own irratic breathing was all he heard in the elevator. No sounds from the outside world, no voices, no noice. He wondered if he was even alive, as the silence was too damn peculiar. Slowly he got to his feet and looked at the buttons on the panel. He hesitated to press any of the buttons, just in case he got another electic shock, but summing up the courage he quickly pressed one of the buttons. Nothing. It didn’t even make a noise when he pressed it.

“Shit”. He thought out loud, “This aint good.” He stepped back and looked up at the ceiling. He could faintly make out the outline of the emergency hatch, and for a moment he comtemplated the idea of escaping through the ceiling, but his idea was shot to pieces as he knew that the emergency hatch didn’t work. He slumped back against the wall and sighed heavily. “This sucks”. He whispered, looking towards the place where he thought the doors were. He stepped over to the doors and fumbled around to find the edge.
There it was! He tried to pry it open, to no avail. That door was jammed shut.

“Hello!” He yelled as loud as he could…. Nothing. “Is anyone out there!” Again nothing. Not a damn sound. “Fuck this shit!”

Alex was too damn tired for this. He was too tired and too old to be afraid of the dark…At least, so he thought.
“Keep telling yourself that bucko!” A voice spoke to his mind, but was too faint to even hear. Or more to the point, he didn’t even notice.

He sighed and fell back against the wall and stared around in the darkness.
“So this is what it must be like to be fucking blind.” He mused to himself.
“Hardly.” A voice said from almost next to him.
He jumped, startled and quickly backed into the corner and looked around quickly, “Who the fuck said that?”
“Never mind who I am.” The voice said.
Alex was afraid again, but not like before. No, there was something about this voice that told him that this thing wasn’t here to harm him… Or maybe…
“Wh-what do you…”
“You left me Alex.” The voice spoke, “You left me trapped in that place!”
“You fucking maniac! You left me trapped in hell!” The voice was closer now, and more frantic.
“I – I don’t know what.”
Suddenly, from the darkness he could faintly make out a face.. A face that was scorched and riddled with maggots.
“Take a good look at what you left behind!” The voice screamed with anger.
Alex screamed in fear.
“Wake up dickhead!” It screamed in his face.

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Part Two of Chapter Two coming soon….

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Bloodline of Darkness ~ Intro

“And I saw, and behold, a white horse, and its rider had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer.” Revelation Of John 6:2


At Drake’s funeral, Alex stood in the background and watched from a distance as Drake’s family and friends stood at the grave and mourned over the loss of their friend. He regretted that he could not prevent the tragedy that ended with Drake’s death. He was blessed with powers that many would claim were unnatural; He had the power to incarcerate daemons and hell-hounds, he could change the events in a small town – giving the appearance as though nothing had happened. Of all he things he could do, he was yet forbidden to resurrect his friend from the dead. And that was the one thing of his gift he did regret.

Alex glanced at a passing car, and then looked back towards the funeral. As he stood there and watched, he knew that out of all the people sitting or standing there that day, he was about the only one who felt any true remorse for Drake. Even though Drake’s widow, Jessica, was crying – as were many others – he knew that her tears were as shallow as what she was. The truth was, in her heart, Jessica was relieved that Drake was out of the picture, as now she could pursue a more serious relationship with Chad – her tennis partner at the country club, who was also at the funeral for moral support – whom she had been sleeping with for the last eight months behind Drake’s back. As ironic as it seemed, she had secretly wanted to get rid of Drake ever since Chad entered her life some ten months ago. Alex knew those secret things about her. He knew her thoughts and passions. It didn’t surprise him though that she was sleeping with him. After all, they had a lot in common. They were both wealthy and they were both as shallow and conceited as each other. They were damn well made for each other. Alex didn’t like Jessica at all. The stench of corruption in her family reached the heights of heaven, and her father was as corrupt as they came. Alex turned his gaze towards Ricky, Jessica’s father, and immediately he sensed the thoughts Ricky had about Drake. Jessica’s father was about the most conceited, self-righteous person one could ever hope to meet. His whole thought on this death was,
It’s a good thing he’s dead as he was a worthless loser anyway.

Ricky felt no remorse at all. He was too wrapped up in his own business, his precious daughter and his secret transsexual lover to give a damn for anyone else. Yes, Ricky was the type of person who put his business first and tried to impress people with his words of wisdom, and self proclaimed twenty-one dimensional thinking. Alex also sensed that Ricky was the type of man who made promises he never kept.

The funeral was short, but sweet. He watched these mourners pay their respects to Jessica, and began to leave one by one. No-one knew that Alex was there, watching in the background. He stood amongst the thicket and waited until everyone was gone before he went over to the grave, knelt and stared at that cedar coffin which lay at the bottom of that grave.

“Soon you and all the captives in Tanzac’s world will be released. This I promise you.” He whispered, then he stood and stared into that cold grave. As he stared, a vision flashed in his mind of Drake and many others who were captive in Tanzac’s realm , and in the vision he could see that each person was suffering in their own private hell. He sighed, knowing that in time he would have to face the Son of the Eastern Star once again.

He remained stood there for some time, reflecting on the events that lead to this moment, before he walked away from there, vanishing in front of the thicket and re-appearing instantly in his own apartment on the other side of the world.

Even though Tanzac was stopped in bringing about hell on earth, he was very much working on another way to re-enter the world.

Tanzac’s time was soon to come.

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Ten years later.

A lot had transpired since Tanzac’s defeat in Winmont, and now, Alex’s powers were nothing more than a distant memory, like a long faded dream. He found that being in a relationship was not all that it was cracked up to be. A few weeks after he and Karen started to settle into a normal life, she fell into a trance which lasted for forty days and nights. Alex tried everything that he could to bring her out of her trance, but everything he tried did not work. He tried to use his powers to see what form of oppression caused this to her, but all that he saw and felt was an unpenetrable darkness which emanated from the depths of her soul. He consulted the Elders about her, but like the countless times as they had done in the past, their answers came in parables which he could not understand. Yet there was a power at work in all this, and as powerful as he was, his powers were not strong enough to overcome this darkness.

He thought the end of her trance would never come, and just when he was starting to believe that, she let out a piercing scream of agony, and came out of her trance. Alex did not know what happened, and he really did not care. For now he was only glad to have her back. Yet her return to the normal world was not all that it seemed to be. Soon after her return, she started to display signs of great power and knowledge, and at times when he tried to see into her soul to see what this power was, she would always use her power against him so that all he saw was nothing more than that dark mass, and with each time he tried, he lost a part of his own power and memories to her. At times he feared her. Not because of her power, but there was something about her that he could not see, and that scared him. He did love her, for reasons he didn’t exactly know, nor could really understand, but with time, he chose not to use the power he did have (as limited as it was) and live a normal life… As normal as he could expect it to be anyway. That choice seemed of little value at the time, and for a season their life was normal, yet with time, all that he had learned and all the things he knew faded into the past. Everything that he remembered about Tanzac, Jamiesonn, Winmont, The Elders, Drake, Usher and everything else was gone. He remembered nothing. Hell, he didn’t even remember how he met Karen. In fact, at times he would ask her how they met and she would always say, “Don’t you remember baby. We met at Arles Resort in Bali.”

He bought her lie every time and and thought nothing more about it… until at least the next time he would try and remember how they met and would end up asking her the same question, of which she always gave the same response. Yes, Karen had become powerful and her words were full of deceit. With her new power she was able to impress any thought she wanted into his mind, and he suspected nothing. Once again, he was mortal and he could be destroyed by any entity that wanted his head on a platter. He had become as powerless as Superman was against Kryptonite. It seemed that his fate was sealed – once again.

He gave up who he was for the love of a woman, this woman, but she did not give up a damn thing for him. For her they moved to Auckland, as she felt like a change of scenery. He never knew the real reason why she wanted to be there, and he secretly wished he knew. When she first mentioned it, he suspected something, but his suspicions were quickly squashed when she once again used her powers and impressed the thought on him that it was better for them both to live in a country that offered them a fresh start. With that thought clearly in his mind he set about selling the apartment and soon they started a new life in New Zealand. The thought she impressed was always there, but he always had the niggling feeling in the pit of his stomach that something about this move wasn’t right.

With their new life in the land of the Great White Cloud, everything should have been hunky-dory, but it wasn’t. There were times when he would catch her in the act of meditation, and as much as he wanted her to give up her ways, she refused. Their relationship was a one way street, and as much as he wanted to leave at times, he could not. He felt compelled to stay with her. He was stupid enough to let his emotions get in the way of the truth. There was a spell cast over his life, which blinded him from the truth. If only he knew the truth! It wasn’t as though she was faithful to him either as most days her lover would drop by for hours of wanton sex while Alex was at work. If she wasn’t having sex with the hunk from downstairs, she was sitting on chat sites for most of the day.

Ten long years had past since his encounter at Winmont. His life had become completely mundane from what it was. For a man who was once a hero who saved a small town from destruction, he had now fallen to become just another forgetable face in the sea of life. His money was dwindling rapidly and to make ends meet – and mostly to appease her – he got a job at a factory. His job did not bring in the income that he desired and felt that he deserved, but it kept Karen happy which seemed to make him somewhat happy. Deep down, he was anything but satisfied with how his life was. He hated his job with avengence. Everything he could hate about the job he did. He hated getting up out of bed at 4 AM everyday to drive an hour to work. He hated unloading the large freight containers that contained huge bags of styrofoam beads, he wasn’t particularly fond of the people he worked with, and he hated the wage he got. But like some others in his place, he grinned and beared his fate. His life really sucked, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. There was times at work when he would contemplate the alternatives, like qutting his job and getting unemployment, but that thought never lasted long in his mind as he knew that if he did that he would have to put up with her all day every day. Spending time at home on the weekends were bad enough, and as much as he hated his job and his life, he did find that for him, it offered the only way out of his sickening home life. In his life, it was the case of taking the lesser of two evils to find some form of peace.

As much as he hated his life, the only solice he did find was in the life of his young son, Danny. A year after Alex and Karen moved to Auckland, she gave birth to a healthy boy. The birth of his son was a day that he remembered vividly, unlike the former memories of his first born, Matthew. That joyous day when Danny was born was now six years ago, but he remembered it like it happened only yesterday. It was one of the very few happy memories he had now, and for a part, seeing his son was the only good thing that he had to look forward to each day.

Bloodline Of Darkness – Untitled Chapter

Alex looked around at the place where Jamiesonn’s shack once stood. Now, instead of being a rustic shack, the ground was scorched and dead. Nothing could grow here, nor would it ever again. He didn’t want to do this, face his nemesis once again, but he knew he had to.

He shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes.

In an instant he vanished and reappeared in Jamiesonn’s world. He looked around and even here everything had changed. Jamiesonn was no longer a captive in his own world, and everything was how it was before. His victims were once again suffering in his private hell, and he was once again free to roam and destroy. The only difference now was that Jamiesonn was limited by what he could do. Sure he had power to enslave his victims, but the one thing he could not do was manifest in the real world, and for that he was pissed off.

“Greetings Soo-kah.” Jamiesonn spoke from behind him.
His voice was powerful, even maybe moreso than what Alex remembered. “Jamiesonn.” Alex said as he turned to face him.
Jamiesonn stood proud before his enemy and glared at him with pure hatred.
“See you made some changes since my last visit.” Alex quipped.
“Scoff not, boy. As soon you will be suffering with them.” Jamiesonn replied as he stepped forward and stood right infront of him.
“You said that last time and look what happened. I kicked your protoplasm ass all over this world of yours, and made you an example to all your captives.”
Jamiesonn glanced away for a moment, and then looked back at Alex. “Be that as it may hero, but take a look around. What you see is by my will.”
Alex glanced around and although he was surprised to know that everything had been restored to what it had been previously, he sure did not show the puzzlement.

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