Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2011 11:42:48 +1300
From: Arthur <artcart65@vodafone.co.nz>
Subject: the house of prince vladd chapter 11 book 2

			 THE PRINCE OF HOUSE VLADD

				CHAPTER 11

				  BOOK 2

				 BY ARTHUR



Ezrael knew he had little say in what was about to happen, it had been
almost a daily event, and sometimes more, for his brothers to drag him into
the forest and lay him over an old stump for their pleasure, his Father had
dismissed it as boys playing boy games, the only time Ezrael had complained
to him, it was not in the Reverent Jebadiah Carabine's nature to worry
about such small things, after all, boys will be boys.

As he expected, Ezrael was dragged into the forest and, without further
ado, laid over the old stump, it took only seconds for his closest brother,
Bo, too pull down the ill fitting coveralls to reveal Ezrael's small white
butt, with little thought for the younger boy, Bo spread the boys cheeks
and pushed into the hot hole with a loud moan which almost matched the
scream from Ezrael at the rough handling, the other two boys waited their
turn as they played with themselves while they watched Bo have his way.

Through the pain, Ezrael felt Bo stiffen and then groan loudly as he
emptied himself into the hot orifice, without thought for the younger boy,
Bo extracted himself only to be replaced by the larger and now dripping
weapon of Noah, the three older boys had agreed that Bo should go first
each time as he would open the younger boy for their bigger size.

Noah also entered Ezrael with little thought of his pain and discomfort,
Noah took a little longer than Bo and enjoyed the feeling a lot more but,
it was soon over and only the older Jacob remained, he was almost as large
as his Father now that he was seventeen, 6' 1" of man muscle, thick tree
trunk legs and narrow waist with broad work hardened shoulders and arms.

Jacob looked down at the bent over boy, he was hard and ready as he looked
at the white goo dripping from the red abused hole, grasping himself with
one hand and the other pushing down on the younger boys back, Jacob forced
himself inside the tight wet hole ignoring the pleas and cries of the
younger boy.

When Jacob had finished, he and the other two pulled up their worn
coveralls and left Ezrael laying over the old tree trunk without further
thought of the boys position, he was the youngest and therefore was theirs
to use as they saw fit and, as there were not girls close by, it was
fitting that he fulfil that role for his older siblings.

Ezrael had little say in what happened but he did have his dreams of
revenge and a plan to get away from this torment, at the local single room
school, Ezrael was known as the smartest boy in the class, on Sundays, even
his Father gave him credit for his smartness and let him read the bible
lesson for the day, his knowledge of the bible and its stories gave him the
small edge he needed to convince his Father to let him carry on with the
ministry when he was older, the other boys had little interest in becoming
Preachers so it was left to Ezrael to take up the mantel of his Father when
he was old enough.

Ezrael rose and then hobbled over to a patch of leaves, there he forced the
white goo of his brothers from his body, he had long ago thought to carry a
small rag in his pocket for just such occasions so he could clean himself
before pulling up his coveralls and returning to the house.

As Ezrael gingerly walked into the clearing, he was just in time to see his
Father coming through the front door hitching up his old pair of loose
jeans and tightening the buckle on the thick leather belt he wore around
his expansive waist, of his sister there was no sign, she would be allowed
to rest until it was time to cook their dinner.

Ezrael watched as his Father made a fuss over his three brothers, laughing
and joking with them as Ezrael shuffled his way to the veranda and sat on
the bottom step, his butt was hot and sore from the pounding of his
brothers, it had almost become a normal feeling for him, his only relief
was on Saturday night and Sunday morning when they would leave him alone so
there would be no signs of distress when he stood to read the lessons at
the midday service but, Sunday afternoon was another story.

Ezrael always looked towards Sunday afternoon with dread, once the service
was over; it had been the practice for most of the boys in the small
community.  To gather at the local water hole and swim for a few hours
before evening service, it was at this time that his brother's malicious
streak showed, it was not uncommon for his brothers to let other boys take
advantage of Ezrael as the others looked on and encouraged each boy to do
his best.

The evening service became a difficult time for Ezrael as he tried to stop
from grimacing at the abuse he received during the afternoon, but he would
have his revenge one day in the future, of that he was sure, he would take
over his Fathers place in the church and from there he would rise far above
the station of any other family in the Ozarks, of that he swore to himself,
one day he would rule over everyone and everything.

President Ezrael Carabine opened his eyes and felt the tears of disgust and
pain at the long hidden memories, as he hoisted himself off the floor of
the oval office and took his place behind the desk, the sudden realisation
of his destiny took hold of him, he was the President of the United States,
the most powerful country in the world and he would not let some two bit
kids tell him what to do, Ezrael reached for the buzzer that would call the
Director of the CIA, if it was war those little boys wanted then they had
picked on the wrong man and the wrong country.

Director Simmons strode through the door of the oval office, the sight he
saw gave him little time for thought, his President's angular face was set
in a look of savagery that he had never seen before, even the faint trail
of dried tears on his lined cheeks did not affect the Director, somehow he
knew he was going to be given free reign to finally destroy the heathens of
the South.

Director Simmons plans to try and capture the genes of the folk was
suddenly put aside, their total destruction was a better revenge and he had
all of the arms he ever needed at his disposal, they would not survive his
final attack, all he waited on now was the order from the President to
proceed.

"You called, Mr. President."

"Yes, Director, I want you to draw up plans for a full invasion of the
Yucatan, I don't want a single tree or person left standing, if Mexico
tries to intervene, then finish them off as well, I've had enough of this
playing around, you have three days to bring me a foolproof plan, ignore
any international attempts to intervene."

"Yes Mr. President, I'll take care of it for you."

Ezrael only gave a short nod of acceptance and then turned back to his desk
as Director Simmons left the office to start his plans for the final
solution to the problem of the were folk, he had hoped to be able to use
their unusual DNA to create some form of super human to use for his own
ends but that was now out of his hands and so, the final destruction would
have to do.

The next morning, as the sun rose over the horizon onto the plains of Ohio,
a dark storm cloud could be seen moving at a rapid pace towards the near
ripened corn fields, as the first rays of the sun hit the wide open spaces,
the dark cloud could be seen too began to settle towards the ground, within
half an hour, the cornfields began to look like a war zone as the crops
wilted away under the assault of millions of black locusts, the revenge of
the two gods had begun.

Once the fields had been reduced to barren stubble, as if a signal had been
given, the dark cloud lifted into the air and flew towards Kentucky, The
fabled Blue Grass State, there, the cloud again descended and attacked the
very fields that had bought riches to the many horse breeders, famed for
their breeding and green rolling hills, it took only hours to turn the
green state into a waste land.

To the South, the mighty Mississippi began to change, its normal turgid
brown surface had now changed to a deep reddish colour and it took on the
look of blood, within minutes, its surface became a visible grave yard for
thousands of cat fish, fresh water prawns and other swimming creatures,
even the mighty Alligator was not immune to the fouled water.

Along the banks of the river, in the many homes of the fishermen and
others, the vision that greeted them that morning was like seeing the
terrible stories of the scourges told of in the bible but this time it was
in living, dying colour right before their eyes, the innate fear of the
Apocholyps was now being shown to them all.

Outside Salt Lake City, on the far away flat lands, a swirling wind began
to rise, not really a tornado but a five mile wide front of scoured salt,
as it bore down on the unprepared city, it was preceded by a dull roar
which drew most of the people from their breakfast, the sight that met them
had them rooted to the spot, unable to move as the white swirling mass drew
closer.

When it struck, it was like being overrun with a solid wall, paint was
scoured from the surface of cars and buildings, bright shiny glass was
dulled as the salt wall left scratches so deep it almost pierced the
windows, those not fast enough to run for cover soon found their very skin
being scraped from the bodies as the heavy salt tore at them like
sandpaper.

Polished stone became dull and worn as it was attacked by the roaring
blasts of salt laden wind, there would be no let up for hours, but no one
knew this at the time, all they could think to do was reach for their
trusty bibles and begin to pray like never before, not knowing that their
life line had no power to stop what was happening.

In Los Angeles, San Francisco, and other coastal mega cities, millions of
grey rats surfaced and began to fill the roads and walkways, sending the
multitudes running for shelter as the large rodents began to attack
anything in their path, human or animal, it made no difference to the storm
of rodents, something had triggered a feeding instinct in them and they
were not going to be denied, the battle for the cities had begun.

Next, came Boston, Chicago, and Seattle, from every nook and cranny a brown
crawling mass appeared, small creatures of the dark were suddenly crawling
like a mat over every surface, in every house and office building, the
floors became a moving mass of cockroaches that swarmed over everything,
the streets became clogged with people trying to escape from the
infestation.

Washington was not to be spared from the revenge of the two god boys, above
the center of the city and for a ten mile radius, a thick black storm cloud
hung over the city, it had formed from what at first had been a normal
bright sun lit morning, minutes after it had formed, the snow began to
fall, creating a thick dense blanket that could not be seen through.

Within minutes, the capitol city of the most powerful country in the world
was brought to a standstill and the temperature began to drop at such a
rapid rate that anyone caught outside was in fear of freezing where they
stood as the suddenly rising wind brought a chill factor far below anything
a human could survive.

Those few advisors of the President who had gone to work early were
suddenly inundated with calls for help from every state in the union,
storms, pestilence, unnatural happenings, all were filling the switchboards
and the calls for help and assistance clogged the phone lines until they
could not hold up under the weight of traffic and began to fail, just like
the power grids, not even in their god given book had there ever been
anything like it before in all of human history.

Unknown to those in charge, there was one part of the country that seemed
to stay totally untouched and unaffected by the torment going on around
them, they were the forgotten people, a proud race who had been lied to,
deceived and enslaved for over two hundred years, all in the name of power
and glory or greed.

Had the administration had the means to find out, they would have seen that
only the Indian Nations were untouched by any form of devastation, while
many had laughed at their quaint old fashioned ways as they tried to keep
their culture and belief in the Creator alive, most had kept the faith in
the old ways, the young now saw the true power of the few old Shaman that
were left as the old men appeared from their sweat lodges and, to the beat
of the drum and in an older language than had ever been heard before, they
began their chants and the skies above the Indian Lands stayed clear of any
pestilence and the ground stood calm as all else around them felt the wrath
of the Creator.

In the depths of Uxmal, the city of stone, Swiftwing went to find his two
sons and thank them for sparing his people; their answer was typical of the
two boys.

"You're our Father, how could we attack your family, the one people who
have believed in us, we have made sure they will all be safe, even those
who have strayed from the path of the Creator are still protected by blood,
they are our family too."

Swiftwing could almost feel a tear at the edge of his eye as he looked at
the two boys, two boys who had the power to bring the whole world to its
knees if they so wished yet, they could spare a people who had lived under
the yoke of tyranny for centuries and yet still held to their own ways in a
belief that the Creator would still protect them from all harm.

Swiftwing drew both boys into his arms and gave them a grateful hug as they
quickly grasped him close and snuggled into his chest like small boys, even
with all their power, they still needed their Father's reassurance and
tenderness.

They were drawn apart by the sound of Peter's voice as he entered the large
empty throne room of the two boys.

"Well you two sure got busy; you know what the result of this little
effort is going to be, don't you?"

"Yes Father P, but its only for twenty four hours, if that man doesn't
resign then we will have to give him a little more of a shove next time."

Peter stood and looked at the two boys as they held an arm around his
boyfriends waist, what they had done was monumental but maybe it was, after
all, the right way to get through to the President, a little terror might
work where any other form of diplomacy would not, he would let the boys
have their twenty four hours and then look at a new plan.

Peter had begun to draw up a plan to get the Vaga boys to begin a small
campaign of terror around the many centres of the Destiny church, it was
now the only legal church allowed in the North, many of the people who had
once followed one or another of the many religions were now under threat of
incarceration to follow only the Destiny Church, the repercussions of not
following this law were brutal and swift, there was now no room for anyone
but the Presidents Church, he had created a land of one people, one law and
one religion, that is, until the arrival of this new threat to his
commands.

Buried deep under the capitol, in his private bunker, President, the Right
Reverend Ezrael Carabine looked at the latest report from the states still
under attack by the horrors of the day, somehow, the massive Roosevelt Dam
had been shaken by a huge earthquake, it was an area where there had never
been one before, now there was a long ragged crack in the dam which
threatened to break altogether, the resulting flood would devastate, not
only the city below, but would cause power outages that would take years to
replace.

The next report really brought Ezrael Carabine to attention, in the depths
of the Grand Canyon, the mighty Colorado began to lower its level, inch by
inch, the river lowered until the very bed began to show, it was only a few
hours later and there was no sign of the river except for the dark wet sand
of the bottom, the roar of the river was now replaced with total silence in
the shadowed depths of the largest canyon on earth, where the water had
gone no one knew, it was as though it had just evaporated into thin air.

As the sun rose higher into the sky, the base of the canyon began to dry,
at first there were only thin small surface cracks showing but, as the hot
sun beat down, the cracks grew, small dribbles of loose sand began to fall
from the widening cracks followed by small stones that grew in size as the
cracks widened.

It began as nothing more than a small creaking but slowly grew into a
rumble as more and more cracks opened in the now dry precipice of the high
walls until, one after another, small slips became larger ones until the
long deep canyon rumbled with an ever increasing number of large slips,
even if or when the river returned to its course, there would be too many
blockages for it to make its way to the far off ocean, instead there would
be huge lakes that would form until the dams that held them back, weakened
with the pressure and gave way to form large walls of destructive water,
but that was in the future.

To the rest of the world, it appeared as though the once mighty country was
being brought to its very knees by mother nature, behind closed doors, many
other countries began to take a new look at their own positions, if this
terror could happen to the US then would they be spared or would they also
end up with the wrath of unknown forces at their own doors, it was
something to ponder on as they watched the devastation of their once mighty
foe.

Director Simmons became more worried as communications began to break down,
first one station then another went off line, as a last resort he tried to
contact the far flung air-force bases, only to find that all of them had
major problems with their runways, some were under water, others under
thick banks of snow and, still others, were ripped up by huge cracks caused
by earth tremors, even the civilian ports were under attack, at last he had
to admit defeat temporarily, it would take weeks to get them all back into
operating condition, his plans for the city of stone would have to be put
on hold for a little long.

Deep under the White House, in his secure bunker, the President continued
to watch the reports of the multitude of disasters increase, he also
frowned as he read the report from his CIA Director, everything was going
down hill fast, had those two ethereal teens really been able to cause all
of this mayhem or, were there other forces at work, for the first time in
his life, Ezrael Carabine's faith in the almighty was shaken and even his
own deep seated beliefs were now under attack.

All his life he had believed in the tenets of the Destiny Church, in the
unbreakable laws laid down in his bible, he had done everything within his
power to bring the people out of the darkness of ignorance and into the
light of his beliefs, the whole country was now under the command of the
Church, how could they possibly find fault with his administration of the
Word of God.

It was the common people of the US who were really suffering for the
dictates of their President, even the most dedicated of the followers were
now beginning to find fault with their leaders as the country suffered one
disaster after another, the loss of life was mounting by the hour as each
tempest attacked another part of the country.

To the ordinary man in the street, it seemed that they had been abandoned
by the administration, no words of comfort or assistance came out and, most
felt it was now down to themselves to survive on their own, the reason for
all of the disasters was not known but, most began to be convinced that
their total belief in a Christian God was mislaid or, at least, under
threat.

Director Simmons, also safe deep underground in his operations bunker under
the CIA building, finally began to come to the conclusion the it was time
for the President to give up his post, there was also, settled deep in the
back of his mind, the growing possibility that he, Simmons, could take over
if the situation was right.

His last meeting with the President had made him doubt the mans ability to
lead a once proud nation out of this devastation, Director Simmons put on
his thinking cap and began to work on the details that could be the
beginning of a new career for him as the sole arbitrator of this land.

The terror of the events continued for another 24 hours, at the end of
which time, the nation was in total shock and horror of the damage and
destruction throughout the land, they had experienced everything from,
pestilence, flood, infestations and volcanic activity, the country as a
whole was shaken and unsure of their immediate future.

The dawning of a still and calm morning only lead them to believe that all
was not well with the administration, no one had heard a word from their
leaders, all communications were down and the power grids were almost non
existent, it would take weeks just to get back the basics of life, the
mighty city of New York, the financial Capitol of the US, was still under
five metres of water and those lucky enough to escape were now refugees in
their own country, the loss of life throughout the country was now in the
thousands and there seemed no relief in sight.

President Carabine sat behind his desk, the haggard look on his face told
its own story of the pressure he was now under, apart from a few advisors
that had been with him when the first disaster struck, he had no other
help, his belief in God had been shaken to the very core of his being,
while he was safe in his bunker, he was also completely out of touch with
the outside, frantically he sent out requests for his Director to get in
touch with him by any means, the situation was becoming desperate.

President Carabine still sat with his head in his hands as tears dripped
slowly from his eyes, the memories of his childhood and the fight he had to
rise above his disadvantages, still caused him distress and brought a
feeling of hopelessness, where had he gone wrong? It was a question he had
no answer to, as he sat and rued his spoilt life, he felt the same tingling
sensation as previously and looked up just as the two teens reappeared in
front of his desk.

The young blonde was the first to speak.

"Ezrael, you have seen what we can do over the last 36 hours, you now
have five days to resign your post and return to your Ozark Mountains."

The second teen then spoke.

"If you fail to do this then the full might of the Creator will be
unleashed upon your head, heed our warning, it's the last one you will
get."

The President looked at the two young teens and shuddered, even his deepest
belief in his own ability was now gone, they could come and go at the blink
of an eye and he had no reply to their undoubted power, his shoulders
slumped in defeat, he would have to resign and walk away into oblivion, the
last of his faith was broken as the two teens again disappeared into the
ether.

The two aides found their President slumped on his desk, the deep sounds of
sobbing and the slumped shoulders of defeat very evident in the room, the
man who was once the most powerful in the world was now a broken man, his
beliefs and dreams broken by natural disasters that seemed to never stop,
one of the aides left the office and made his way to the only operating
radio in the bunker.

The aide placed a com unit on his head and flicked the switch to send.

"CRC 1770, over."

The aide waited while there was a small hum of static and then a clear
voice was heard in his headphone.

"Go ahead CRC 1770."

"I think he's done for, Sir, this looks like the time to move."

"Ok, CRC 1770, wait there and make an appointment for me, I'll be there
as soon as I can, is everything else set up?"

"As you asked for Sir."

"Good, keep it that way, I won't be long."

The radio went dead in the aides ear, if he played his cards right he would
end up with a very good position out of this small takeover, his dreams of
power and position now had a good chance of success. The aide switched of
the radio and left the com room, he had one more thing to do before
returning to the Presidential office and awaiting the Director.

In the top temple of the pyramid, Peter and Swiftwing watched the
reappearance of their two sons; the boys smiled at the Fathers and set
about telling them about their meeting with the broken President, when they
had finished, Peter asked them about the Vaga houses and if they were
alright after the prolonged horror of the disasters.

"All of them are well protected Father, we would never put the folk at
risk." Quetz replied.

"Good, well now all we have to do is see who is going to take over and
begin their repairs, with luck we'll get someone with a little more
humanity and a little less religion, the people need a real chance to
return to their lives."

"We've given them five days to recover and for him to resign, I only
hope they take the chance and elect someone with a bit more sense."

"Its politics, son; we can only hope for some common sense but I
wouldn't hold my breath, that sort of power does strange things to ordinary
men."

"What are we going to do if it all goes wrong again, if Tezca and I hit
them again we could end up destroying the whole country, it doesn't seem
fair on the ordinary people."

"If they don't see sense then we will go after them in the dark, that
way we can keep the ordinary people mostly out of it and concentrate on the
power hungry ones, I've sent out a plan to the Vaga Houses so they are
ready if that happens."

The two teens nodded and then left for the lower temple, they had some
catching up to do with each other and a good rest would replenish the
amount of their own power they had had to use, it was a good feeling to be
able to let their Father take over for a while, they had not enjoyed what
they had been forced to do, but, they also saw it as the only way to bring
common sense back into the North.

Peter and Swiftwing needed to feed and called for two of the street thugs
from the cellar, once sated they settled down to work out the fine points
of the Vaga attacks, they wanted to create as much terror as possible but
with the minimum of damage, all would depended on who took office after
Carabine was unseated, if they were a moderate person then they would have
no need to use the Vaga, if, on the other hand, it was another radical,
then the path was already set.

The damage to the armed forces left the North with little to retaliate with
until they had rebuilt their bases and, by then it would be too late, all
Peter wanted was to be able to return to his true homeland and live as they
were meant to, his inborn Vampirism gave him many distinct advantages but
he was not about to let his folk suffer through a war with the humans
either, the losses on both sides would defeat the whole purpose.

As the sun sank on the first day of their counter attack, the two Vampires
retired to their own quarters, they, or more to the point, their sons; had
struck a heavy blow on the North, they could only hope that it was enough
to deter any further attempts to wipe out the ancient city of stone.


TBC


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