DEATH AND DOMINATION EPISODE FIVE

Well episode five is here quicker than anticipated. So I thought what the hell I'll dress for the occasion. My view count is growing and I'd like to thank everyone who drops in for a visit. It's much appreciated.

BLOOD MOON SOCIAL CLUB

DEATH AND DOMINATION EPISODE FIVE

By Karl Clay Vetter & C. Vetter

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the authors’ imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This story was inspired by the fictional events and characters created at the Blood Moon Social Club's interactive theater. Produced and directed by Karl Clay Vetter, C. Vetter and Patrick Foster.
The authors wish to thank all the Blood Moon Social Club members for their outstanding performances and support. The fictional characters in this story pay homage to you each and every one. Proceeds from this book go toward keeping the Blood Moon Social Club alive.
Copyright protected © 2015 by Karl Clay Vetter and C. Vetter.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the creators, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Unauthorized digital sharing is a punishable offense.

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DEATH AND DOMINATION CHAPTER 9 THE SPY

Odoko peered through the decorative foliage watching for Arrogan Rapture to come into the courtyard from the casino. Odoko's observation skills made him the perfect clandestine agent. He missed very little with eyes that could penetrated the blackest of nights. No cleverly concealed odor escaped his keen olfactory sense, No low whisper too muffled for his sharp ears.

Of particular note a secret liaison between a werewolf and a vampire. If only he could get into Barron's office what juicy bits await behind those guarded doors. A problem that so far he'd not been able to overcome but he'd only been on the job a short time.
The ability to blend in with the background was a useful tool but now he would need more than camouflage if he wanted to get closer to the elusive Rapture. Forbearance would soon pay off.
Shortly after sundown the crowd began to grow as the night dwellers emerged from there shelters. The wolf and his flower child companion had returned from a walk in the desert. They’d gone upstairs but she had come back alone only minutes later. To most this went unnoticed but Odoko saw everything and no detail was unimportant. Akar the Egyptian was not the only one willing to pay for information. He rubbed his hands together, a nervous little habit he indulged in at the anticipation of rewards.
The one called Steve had come down after an hour and gone to the bar. He ordered a double Chivas on the rocks and downed it. He signaled the bartender for another and swallowed it. This action caught the attention of Kalina, no stranger to men drowning their sorrows.
Quicker than a lynx pouncing on a snow bunny was Kalina, when a handsome young man was throwing down shots. “Bartender may I bother you for a duplicate of what he's having. Mine's not getting the job done and he looks like he knows what he's doing.” Sitting at the end of the bar she intercepted the drink and moved to sit next to Steve. “In case you're wondering who the gorgeous woman next you is, my name is Kalina Draco. And you are?”
Steve acknowledged her presence with a nod. “I don't mean to be rude but I'm not drinking for fun tonight.”
“Me neither. Fun is the last thing on my mind so don't get the wrong idea sailor. I've already got man trouble I want to forget. Oh what an evil bastard too. Jesus-H-Christ he infuriates me to no end. Damn! There I go again babbling on about him. I'm really sorry to bust in on you. I should just keep my mouth shut and let it go. I can see you have your own problems so I'll slide off and find my own rock to crawl under.” She patted his hand gently and started to leave.
A warm sensation swept up his arm and washed over him“Your hand was warm, how did you do that?”
“Warm? Oh, you thought I was a …” She flashed him a disarming smile and squeezed his hand. “No---No. I drink the hard stuff out of a well aged barrel.”

Several drinks later, Odoko's attention was diverted to the casino entrance when two vampires exited. One was the werewolf's other female friend. She was talking with Aaron the gate keeper.
“Why can't I see Barron now? I have critical information for him.”
“Look he's got a big counsel meeting coming up in an hour in the meeting room. You can see him then.”
“Maybe I don't want to blab what I know to everybody.”
“Well what do you want me to about it?”
“Nothing Aaron you've done all your capable of now go to...” she abruptly paused.
“Go what?”
“Never mind we're done here.” Her eyes were locked on Steve drinking with Kalina. She had not felt jealousy over a man in over half a century so it was understandable that she did not recognize the feeling. All she knew at that moment was a sudden ache gripped her heart as if a powerful hand were crushing it.
Kalina tapped the bar for a refill for both glasses. “Now this rounds on me, you already got the last four.”
Steve chuckled, okay you win.” The drinks came and before she could pay he slapped a bill on the bar and laughed.
She giggled. “You're so bad, I'm quitting after this one. I can tell you're going to be trouble.”
He stiffened and tried to look serious. “Alright I'll be good I promise.” Then he leaned over and stole a quick kiss from her unguarded lips.
“You devil. You call that being good?” She scolded him with her words but her body leaned against him; long blonde hair fell across his brawny shoulder.
“Steven.” Kalina slowly straightened on her stool as Steve spun around to face Adrianna. I thought you needed time to think, alone?”
He was not entirely surprised to see her but the liquor had his tongue in a knot. The best he could muster was a shrug.
Kalina on the other hand had a great deal of experience with jealous girlfriends. Generally she had three basic plays. She could act innocent and walk away, but this guy was too good to let go. She could seduce the woodstock groupy into a me'nage 'a trois, but this girl didn't look like she was in a mood to party. Which left only one option.
“He is thinking sugar and he's a nasty boy for what he's thinking.”
“I didn't ask for your opinion.”
Kalina grinned. “Nope, so I'm gonna shut up and keep it to myself hippy. We'll just let the man decide if he wants a hot blooded woman to curl up with or if he'd rather snuggle with a cold crypt crawler.”
Adrianna had been insulted many times and never let it get her riled but something in Kalina's green glare ignited a fire inside her. Yet another unfamiliar emotional feeling. Rage! In an instant her claws flicked out like ten switchblades. With a catty screech she went for those green eyes. Steve was already between them and reacted on impulse. He grabbed Adrianna and held her back. A reckless move for she raked him across the arm tearing shirt and flesh.
Kalina had anticipated the hero's reaction and never even dodged the attack. Instead she stroked a talisman while reciting one of her mystical incantations. A bolt of lightning was about to strike the enraged vampire when a dark figure interrupted the spell.
“Ladies if you're going to fight over this fellow I'll have to ask you to leave the grounds.” Rapture turned his black eyes onto the witch. “None of that in here.” Glancing down at the charm.
Steve had sobered a bit and drug Adrianna to a table. This angered Kalina but she kept her cool. “I had that coffin creeper dead to rights. That's two I owe you and I'm going to take my time.”
“Sounds intriguing unfortunately I'm rather busy right now. So are you, Barron want's us to sit in on a meeting. Can you behave?”
“Am I getting paid?”
“Probably.”
“I'm gonna be so nice.”
“Good because the hippy is invited too.”

Odoko, tensed when he spotted his quarry breaking in on the cat fight. For a man with so many enemies Rapture seemed unconcerned that at any moment his presence could be erased. Now that his search was over he needed food, all that skulking about had worked up a terrible hunger. He crept along a balcony ledge until he spotted an attractive goth with a long slender neck. Silent as the grave he followed until she was alone. A furtive glance revealed no witnesses and he dropped down on the young woman's shoulder.
She looked into his beady rodent eyes and handed him a cheesy treat from her little black purse. “Good work Odoko.”

DEATH AND DOMINATION CHAPTER 10 THE COUNCIL

Around the huge conference table sat the most politically powerful vampires in Las Vegas. They wielded vast control over money and influence. Each had a sizable force of both vampire and human minions to run their individual enterprises. After dark Gothic hangouts and night clubs like Dementia, Pumping Red, Desmodus and Crimson Dawn were all fronts for there organizations. Barron was never interested in politics he ran the casino for which each one held and interest. There was always a dispute over how much control they each had. He was forever arbitrating to keep the peace. Then you throw in the weres and others it could be quite strenuous and now zombies.

“Zombies!” Raphael Exclaimed.
“Yes zombies,” Barron insisted, “at least two so far but according to my assistant Adrianna one was destroyed by the werewolves. Aaron has learned that a corporate jet blew up over the hills and all were lost only the pilot and co pilot's bodies were found. Six others are missing and presumed dead. The only problem is Woody Brown the zombie that wandered in here was on that plane.” Barron watched the gathered to see what their reactions would be. It was as expected.
“Well clean it up. Now what about him?” Raphael pointed a bony finger at Rapture. “I thought he was never to return?”
Rapture bent forward before the council. “I'm only passing through and stopped to repay a debt owed. While here in your domain I've offered to provide any assistance to Barron and the council as you so desire. This zombie business is the work of a necromancer and I too have no liking for such villains. If we are to assume the other zombie was also a passenger on the ill fated jet then four other missing passengers may turn up as walking dead.”
Barron addressed them again. “Yes I agree we can't allow a necromancer to operate here it's big trouble and the werewolves nearly killed Adrianna after a zombie killed a shifter child. I would like your approval to hunt this fiend down and rid us of his taint. I'll need a small group of hunters for the job for which I'll pay them from the casino proceeds.
Rapture raised his hand. “I volunteer to help pro bono as I said I owe my friend here. I would also recommend the services of my associate. Kalina Draco is well versed in such matters as sorcery.”
Kalina was quick to respond. “How about a bonus to whomever captures the black magician?”
Raphael agreed as did the others. A rogue magician in the neighborhood was bad for business.

Coming soon chapters eleven The Schemers and twelve The Underworld. The undead face extinction where monsters fear to tread in a realm beyond the Blood Moon Social Club.

Thank you for reading.

Your humble purveyor Karl Clay Vetter.

DEATH AND DOMINATION EPISODE FOUR

I took some time off to make a run up to Vegas to see the kids and dress up like a pirate. I'm back in Mystic Canyon and the words are flowing from my finger tips. Here are two more chapters the Scorching  heat of taboo love could burn down the Blood Moon Social Club.

BLOOD MOON SOCIAL CLUB

DEATH AND DOMINATION EPISODE FOUR

By Karl Clay Vetter & C. Vetter

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the authors’ imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This story was inspired by the fictional events and characters created at the Blood Moon Social Club's interactive theater. Produced and directed by Karl Clay Vetter, C. Vetter and Patrick Foster.
The authors wish to thank all the Blood Moon Social Club members for their outstanding performances and support. The fictional characters in this story pay homage to you each and every one. Proceeds from this book go toward keeping the Blood Moon Social Club alive.

Copyright protected © 2015 by Karl Clay Vetter and C. Vetter.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the creators, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Unauthorized digital sharing is a punishable offense.

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DEATH AND DOMINATION CHAPTER 7 THE CADRE

The candle's flame sputtered and grew dim as Barron read the last line on the scroll. “Remarkable absolutely incredible.”

Rapture sat back in his seat. “Sound's as if you have a best seller there.”
Barron shook his head. “I know of course that you jest. However, what's written here must never get out. In the wrong hands this power is terrifying. It could rip asunder both worlds. Can you imagine another Inquisition in these modern times. No I think we best leave this one alone.”
“You would end your long quest now just when the prize is in sight?”
Barron rolled up the scroll. “Now you listen well and none of your games. You've heard of Nimrod the founder of Babylon, the Tower of Babel and so on?”
“Of course, in my mortal youth I was rather proficient in biblical studies.”
“Well here in this sacred scroll is the story you never read in your bible. Nimrod was a great and cruel leader he built a mighty city called Babylon. It was he that started the tower of Babel. He wanted to build a stairway to the heavens so as to converse with the gods. His advisers warned that should his hubris offend the high and mighty it would result is disaster. So he summoned every holy man, witch and sorcerer from as far as the falcons flew. They came in droves. Of course many were fakers and he devised a series of tests. Soon he weeded out the charlatans and had them burned. But a few proved to be magicians of great power.
It was said that one shunned the light of day, another could shape shift, others held sway over nature and storms. You get the point?”
“I assume he had vampires and such doing his bidding.”
“Exactly, he formed them into an elite cadre of wizards and commissioned them to make for him a magical device that when the tower was finished would allow him equal standing with any deities he should encounter. Thus they set about to constructing a scepter. This took many years to complete.”
Nimrod ruled with an iron fist but he met with a violent death before the tower had reach the heavens. The scepter and its secrets passed down from king to king. As the tower grew higher so grew the scepter's power. Until finally it came to rest in the hands of Nebuchadnezzar.
By all accounts a monarch of extreme cruelty and awesome magical force. His arrogance was so shocking to the celestial host that they declared war on him. From all these legends comes the stories of God shattering the language of men into many tongues and the fall of the tower. But in here we learn that it was the scepter that was always behind the power of these kings. Eventually, a few wise men stole the scepter and took it apart. They scattered the orbs far and wide so as to prevent such power from ever coming back into the hands of men.”
Rapture shrugged. “It seems silly. Why not melt it down and be done with it?”
Because you fool the scepter is indestructible. Only by hiding it could they stop its misuse. I should never have opened this scroll.”
Rapture stood. “Well maybe your right let's rip it up right now.”
Barron's eyes widened. “No! I mean you can't just destroy this relic. It may have protection you could trigger a catastrophe. I'll study it and we'll dispose of it properly.”
Rapture suppressed a sly grin. “Of course you know best.”

***

Steve Burk stepped out of the shower to find a plush towel waiting near a fine robe. His suite was comped on Adrianna's endorsement. She'd had a bottle of champagne sent up it sat chilling on the bar. He patted away the droplets from his Army chiseled body.

He was startled by a pop followed by bubbles fizzing. “Feel better now?”
He recognized the voice from the lounge but was surprised none the less. “Adrianna, I thought you were waiting down stairs?”
“I let myself in.” She entered the bedroom with a glass. “Should I go?”
He took the drink and drained it, his towel dangling from his waist. “No, stay.”
She encircled his neck with her arms and kissed his lips.
“I thought vampires weren't into sex.”
She kissed him again, her fangs pricked the flesh under his earlobe. “Depends on the vampire and the man.”
The towel hit the floor.

DEATH AND DOMINATION CHAPTER 8 THE STALKER

Tommy Hicks was the best looking teenage boy in camp. Rebecca Jones was quite pretty. Their budding romance was whispered about around the bonfire when they would sneak off together. Riona the Red usually had a watcher keep an eye on them lest their flirtations went too far. It had been several nights since Steve had left and she was worried. He'd not returned or contacted her. She didn't notice the love pups slip away.

Rebecca stepped softly on the dry crusty ground. She scanned the dusk watching for Riona's chaperon. She smiled “I finally got past her scout.” She hastened her pace. Tommy would get to their rendezvous first. Better take a shortcut through the old grave yard. In her urgency to meet Tommy she never noticed a second watcher.

***

Tommy had let his ears grow out and he stood an extra six inches than normal. He liked the advantage of elevated hearing and Rebecca liked it when he was taller. He didn't change all the way because it was forbidden except in camp with guards watching for snoopy humans. However, a little bit of the wolf in the dark shouldn’t attract unwanted attention.

Rebecca's kisses filled his mind but his fantasy vanished when he heard a foot fall in the distance. His wolf senses perked up for it was too heavy for Rebecca. He knew her steps as he knew her lovely smile. He folded into the shadows like his father had taught him. There it was again a slow deliberate step; heavy with a slight drag. He gauged the stalker at a hundred feet off near the old grave yard. Father's lessons drilled into him so relentlessly, taking over now without conscious thought.
In the Southern Nevada desert the wind shifts and turns like rabbits on the run from coyotes. He suddenly caught a distinct whiff of death, then it was gone. He moved away from the scent only to be startled by another foot fall closer than before. His growing nervousness was smashed when he heard a horrified scream.
“Rebecca!” he yelled. Then charged toward her cries. Heedless of his own peril he instinctively shape shifted to his full wolf-man form adding another six inches and beefy muscles. He was still a boy and lacked the power of his elders but he had the wolf with him and he would fight anything to protect his mate. The distance to her screams vanished in what seemed like and instant. He saw her in the arms of something hideous. In the gloom he couldn't determine exactly what it was but his claws racked it's back leaving deep furrows. The thing whipped a massive arm around striking him hard in the face. The blow was incredible knocking the wolf-boy backward into an old stone crypt. Tommy regained his footing. Rebecca's screams were silent as she hung limp in the foul thing's grasp. Tommy howled his rage and lunged again this time he tore into it with fangs and claws tearing off its right arm. A man would have gone into shock and gushed a geyser of blood. Whatever this was it didn't bleed much nor did it seem in pain. It dropped Rebecca and punched the crazed werewolf with its left fist in the solar-plexus sending the boy hurling through the air knocking him unconscious.

***

Steve and Adrianna ambled slowly picking a path around prickly barrel cacti. They talked quietly with the occasional chuckles. They came to a fork in the trail. To the right it led back to the werewolf camp. They turned and started in that direction. Abruptly they both stopped.

Steve turned his head toward the other path. “Did you hear that?”
“Yes and it didn't sound good.” They ran for the old grave yard.
They arrived to find the whole camp gathering near the cemetery. Riona was in a fury her eyes inflamed with blood lust. Steve recognized a battered and bruised Tommy being nursed by healers. Near by lay Rebecca Steve's second cousin, her young neck showing signs of a lethal fracture.
His face darkened as he struggled to maintain control. “What the fuck happened here?”
Riona flared white hot. “You tell me. You go off and don't come back and Becky is murdered by a corpse and now you bring that bloodsucking bitch back here. You fucking tell me what's going on.”
“I did what you said I went to scout the casino. Everything was fine so we came back to report.”
Tommy's father held up a severed arm. “This look fine to you? It was already dead when it attacked the kids.”
Rusty chimed in I smell her taint all over you. She kept you hypnotized while her coffin sleeper pals came in to kill us.”
Adrianna bristled. “That's false. Barron would never break the truce. We don't know anything about this.”
Rusty and Ungar began to change. “Deceiver. Kill it!”
Steve instantly shifted, his body exploding into wolf frenzy. They clashed in a berserk rage. His form was equal to either attacker but two against one would be death. He had a slight advantage which he exploited. He had excelled at Army Ranger hand to hand combat and quickly disabled the bigger of the two. Ungar went down and Rusty was thrown back into the angry crowed. Others began to change including Riona. Steve roared a warning. They roared back.
Adrianna launched into a blinding run at the man holding the arm. Snatching it she jumped between the combatants and held up the severed limb. “This is not a vampire,” she then addressed Riona. “Look at it. You've killed Vampires. You know we don't leave remains like this. If you break the truce Barron will come in here with an army. Think about it why would he send only one attacker when he could get you all with a full force. Let Steven find the truth and avenge your loss. I swear to you this was not done by us.”
Riona's wolf began to fade back. “If you're tricking us I'll tear you apart myself.”
“Please let me look around maybe there's evidence of who did this.” Without waiting for permission Adrianna began to search the area. She saw tracks for a large man and followed them back to the crypt she sniffed around and heard a movement inside the structure. Ungar and Rusty heard it too for they were right on her trail. “Out of the way,” Rusty ordered. He yanked open the door and Ungar charged in claws ready. There was a violent struggle and rotting bits of zombie flew back out. Ungar rolled out with the thing in his claws. It pounded Ungar with its one arm. They broke apart and Rusty tore off its head.
Adrianna examined it and looked in the crypt. “Inside there are signs of some kind of ritual. This was a man that was resurrected to kill for a practitioner of necromancy. Baron doesn’t allow that kind of magic to be used in his domain.”
Riona turned to Steve. “Get out and take her with you. You turned against your own kind for a bloodsucker.”
Steve was visibly jolted by the order from his aunt. “She didn't do anything wrong they would have killed her.”
Riona slumped “Don't you understand she died centuries ago. That cute little peace-love hippy chick disguise covers a thing of death animated by the blood of the living. She says they don't use necromancy, HA! They are necromancy. The only reason I don't kill you now is I couldn’t look my sister in the face and tell her I put down her only child. Get out, you're banished from the pack.... get out now.”

***

Steve had said very little on the way back. Adrianna had reassured him she would speak with Barron about the attack. “Again, I'm very sorry for your loss. I know how tight you are with your pack.”

He swiped his key and stood in the door. “Becky was more than that she was blood.” The look he gave her revealed a deep mournful pain. “I think I'll take some time to think, alone.”
“Oh, sure. I understand. I need to report this to Barron anyway.”
“Yeah I'll check in with you latter on.”
“That's cool... Listen I know Riona was really upset, but when we clear this up she'll take you back I'm sure of it. And... Well you know I never did anything to keep you hypnotized you do believe that right?”
“Yeah I know that,” he said the words but there was no conviction in them.
“And all that Bela Lugosi Dracula stuff she told you about me it's not all like that. Well, some of it kinda is, but for the record I'm not hundreds of years old.”
Steve could not hide the skeptical look on his face. “Really.”
“No, I was turned in sixty-nine, I'm just a kid.”

 

Coming soon chapters nine The Spy and ten The Counsel. Vampiric politics and subterfuge will rock the halls of the Blood Moon Social Club.

Thank you for reading.
Your humble purveyor Karl Clay Vetter.