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ROLF
THE QUARTER
THE QUARTER PART II
VOYAGE OF THE DOOMED
VOYAGE OF THE DOOMED PART 2
VOYAGE OF THE DOOMED PART 3
THE GIFT
A SCARY STORY
CHRIS PAGE TWO
SLAYER
SLAYERS SOLO
SLAYERS SOLO 2
SLAYERS SOLO 3
CHANCE
DUKE CITY VIGILANTE
MOUSERS POETRY CORNER
STORIES AND POETRY BY OTHERS
THE UNINVITED VISITOR
THE LESSON
song lyrics
BALLROOM OF THE DEAD
THE CALL
CHANCE 2
SNIPER
THE TICKET
CHRISTMAS IN LA
CHRISTMAS IN LA PART 2
CHRISTMAS IN LA PART 3
CRACKHOUSE
CRACKHOUSE II
CRACKHOUSE III
SEAL
SEAL II
SEAL III
THE BUNKER
THE BUNKER II
THE BUNKER III
THE BUNKER IV
THE BUNKER V
VAMPYRE
SNUFF FILM
SNUFF FILM II
SNUFF FILM III
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| WHYSPER'S STORY PAGE |
| SHORT STORIES BY WHYSPER |
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| THE GIFT BY WHYSPER December 24, 1916 11:42 Somewhere in France The sickly sweet stench of death was everywhere. The freezing night was ripped apart by gunfire, and the screams of the dying and wounded. The occasional explosion, screamed orders and the shrill whistles of officers sending men forward to die so they could gain a few feet of frozen ground, then calling back the few survivors. The eyes of the vampyre turned the darkness into daylight as they flicked about, missing not a single detail of the corpse no mans land. He dropped into a trench as soundlessly as a falling feather, the long trench coat he had stolen from a victim weeks before did not even rustle so graceful were his movements. He was tall for the time he had come from, slender and angellicly beautiful with long wheat colored hair worn in a ponytail, icy crystal blue eyes, and slightly full lips. His aquiline nose, prominent cheekbones and hollowed cheeks sent womens hearts fluttering when they caught a glimpse of him. He stepped over a twisted corpse which had not been cleared away. Such a waste, he thought. War was a time of feasting for for the vampyre. And it was such a waste of blood that many wept. Rolf knew war so very well, for he had been in a private war for well over three centuries. Human wars came and went within a few years and in that short period of time they did unbelievable damage.. He heard the soldier before he smelled him. He was putting the bolt back into the rifle he had just cleaned by feel in the darkness. As he was using his thumb toive the`long cartridges from the stripper clip into the magazine of his mauser rifle Rolf stepped around the bend of the trench. He stood there unseen as he gauged the value of the meal before him. The german soldier was a big, healthy specimen. More than enough to quench his dark thirst. His ears told him that the nearest soldier was at least thirty five yards away. He had no preference which nationality he fed on, he simply found himself onthis side of the invisible, flucuating line which seperated allied and axis troops. The soldier wiped his hands on a rag before digging into his pack, withdrew a canten which had seen better days, sipped from it before replacing it. He rose and walked past the vampyre to resume his post at the edge of the trench. As he fired at a muzzleflash from the other side Rolf moved out to take him. He was right behind the doomed man, reaching out a deadly taloned hand when he froze. His vampiric hearing detected it before even the mans fellow soldiers near the man on the other side heard him. Slowly the gunfire over there stopped and the sweet voice carried across the no mans land to the German side where the sporadic firing also ceased. The song was "Silent Night" and both sides held their fire as the soldier finished the song to celebrate the turning of christmas day. In the silence he turned his attention to the meal he had planned. But the German soldier began to sing the same song in his native tongue. His voice made the harsh, gutteral language sound as sweet and pure as the enemies had. Rolf, Son Of Ulrich, backed away and listened with his appreciation as his black heart grew heavy. He remembered christmas with his family. The warmth, love, gifts and modest peasant feasts, their face came swimming up out of his memory, but they were all gone now. All of them long turned to dust by time. The song ended and for several seconds silence reigned over the battlefield. Then, as if at some unseen or heard signal both sides began firing at each other again. The vampyre took a step backwards backwards and looked at the back of the soldiers head as he fired his rifle. "I give you life," he said softly. "That is my christmas gift to you." He turned and leapt nimbly from the trench into the deadly hail of bullets which could do him no harm He would go hungry this night but his memories would warm him as he lay in his coffin. fini A SCARY TALE A NIGHTCHILD LEGEND BY WHYSPER 12/24/98 The rain was falling heavily and the vampires were huddled under a railroad trestle. They were very thirsty, but there was no chance that they would slake their thirst this night. The humans were all inside their homes, warm and temporarily safe from the hellish fangs that ached this winter night. Slowly, more filtered into the meager shelter outside of El Dorado, Kansas. They were impervious to the rain and could survive the cold of Siberia. They had been among the army of the night for less than a year, but with no blood to warm them they imagined the cold as far worse than it really was. They sulked and told stories of the kills they had made in their short un-dead life. And whining about the cold. Finally, among all the complaining a quiet voice from the rafters suggested that they make a fire. Some found some wood and coaxed a small fire to life. As they sat around it one who had been a beautiful young Italian girl smiled. "We used to do this in camp," she said. "We'd just sit around the fire and tell scary stories." "But back then we thought the stories were false. Now we know that they could be true." This was spoken by vampire who had been an undersized, bespectacled genius. In school he had been called the king of nerds. Then he had invited in the head cheerleader one night as she had scratched at his bedroom window. She had made all his sexual fantasies come true that night after she had taken his virginity. Then, before leaving she had fed off of him. The next night she had ridden him until he had thought she would kill him. She had. But not with sex. By draining him. When had risen he had hunted down his tormentors and dispatched them as cruelly as possible. "Let's tell Rolf tales," said the beautiful girl. "He's the scariest thing in the world." "In the history of the world," corrected the nerd. "That's bullshit," exploded the oldest one there. She was in her mid thirties and had breasts the size of basketballs. She held onto the nerds arm and he patted one of her breasts. She had been the mother of one of his friends and the night time fantasy of hundreds of boys in the town. He had made her into his own personal concubine and she took her job seriously. "That's right," agreed another one who had been nineteen when a vampire had promised him oral sex beyond his wildest dreams. "Rolf is just a scary tale. The master made him up to keep us in line like our parents made up scary monsters for the same reason. Rolf's the boogie man of the vampires. He's just a an imaginary spook." "A fictional character," supplied the nerd as he freed a breast that the woman had bragged during her life weighed ten pounds. Then the quiet voice that had suggested the fire came from the rafters. "No. I'm not." They all looked up into the darkness and the beautiful girl called, "Very funny, assho..." There was no sound save that of the crackling of the fire as the vampire slayer dropped down in the circle of light that the fire was throwing. He was wearing black sneakers, black trousers and a black sweater. Firelight glistened on the leather harness he was wearing and the beautiful girl gasped with obvious desire as she saw his vulpine face. It was study in light and shadow and his eyes glowed eerily red. "I'm in love," she whispered. "Honey," said the mammoth breasted woman to her young lover. "It's been fun. but you're about to die. So I'll be looking for another lover now." Rolf reached over his shoulder and gripped the handle of the samurai sword and drew it with a silence that no movie director would have tolerated. Firelight glinted on the blade of the katana and he smiled, showing fangs that had killed thousands. "Time to play," he whispered. "Okay," said a twenty year old vampire who had been a roller skating car hop. She stood and assumed a karate stance. Her feet were shoulder width apart and her arms were waving like snakes. "I'm gonna kick your ass for try'in to scare us by pretending to be Rolf." He turned his had slowly towards her and snorted. "Too bad. I would have liked to spend the night in bed with you before killing you." With a scream of rage she spun and her leg lashed out, her foot aiming for his head. He snapped his hand and the blade sliced through her leg just below the knee. It fell to the ground where it burst into flame. The vampire looked at the stump of her leg with amazement. Then the blade swung again and her head was launched into the darkness. Three off the vampires leapt to their feet and Rolf spun so fast that he seemed not to have moved. The extended blade went through the necks with frightening ease and as the vampires started to step forwards they stopped and their heads slid forward. Then off. "It's really him," screamed the nerd. As the vampires screamed in mortal fear Rolf's left hand dropped to the open pouch on his left hip and he drew several wooden chopsticks that he had sharpened. The first stick caught the nerd in his open mouth and the next penetrated his black heart. The Nightchilds hands flashed and death was all around him. The wooden missiles killed those who tried to run and the sword killed those who tried to fight. In a matter of seconds it was all over and as the vampire bodies burned Rolf looked around with satisfaction. Eighteen kills to add to his score. Two vampires sat on the ground unmoving and splattered with the cold blood of their dead clan members. The young beautiful one. And the buxom one. He sighed. "Ah, ladies. I have a dilemma. One of you will share my bed tonight, and may be released to carry the tale of what happened here. But it is only a temporary reprieve, for I will hunt you again one day. And you will die then." "And the other one?"" Rolf smiled at the beautiful girl. "What do you think?" The woman with the basketball sized breasts pulled off her grimy, blood stained blouse and threw it aside. Her nipples were erect and she was visibly aroused by the slayer. Rolf turned his head and looked at her. "Stand," he said quietly. Then as she did so he turned his attention back to the beautiful girl. "Go to your sanctuary and sleep. I want you back here tomorrow night. One hour after sundown. Bring your dirt with you." "Why," she whispered. Her eyes were wide with terror. "Do as you are told. Be here. Do not make me hunt you." He beckoned his head and the vampire who was naked to the waist followed him into the darkness. She finger waved at the girl and called an airy, "Ta-ta." |
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