DEATH AND DOMINATION EPISODE SEVEN

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BLOOD MOON SOCIAL CLUB

DEATH AND DOMINATION EPISODE SEVEN

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.
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DEATH AND DOMINATION CHAPTER 13 THE TRACKERS

Adrianna made herself available to everyone connected to the casino. She knew they all had been talking behind her back about the scuffle with Kalina over the werewolf. She worked very hard to set them at ease regarding her ability to manage the club. Steve had not been seen on the floor nor had anyone seen them slipping around together. She was extremely careful to keep their meetings under cover.

“Steven?”
“Yes I'm still here.” The one place no one came down to was the dungeon. No one other than Cepheus. She had given him some time off and took over his duties as jailer. Michael had been released and Steve was occupying his cell. Should anyone see him he was a prisoner. A prisoner with his own key.
She opened the door and fell into his arms. “My darling I've missed you.”
He kissed her and combed her hair with his fingers. “I don't mind being your prisoner of love but the food sucks.”
“I know, I know.” She reached into a beaded hemp bag. “Here's a steak sandwich for now.”
Between bites he quizzed her for news. “Any new clues concerning the zombies master?”
“I've searched everywhere and found nothing at the cemetery or anywhere else. I don't understand how you can make dead men into zombies and leave no trace.”
“No new zombies walking about I suppose?”
“No you would be the first to know.”
“Can you stay awhile?”
She grinned impishly. “Sorry I have to feed my other prisoner and get back before anybody starts looking for me. Maybe later I can get away and we can play that naughty game with the manacles.” Reluctantly she pulled away from him and closed the door. Then she went to the kitchen as it were. She took the pre-drawn blood kept in measured amounts and walked to the third cell.
Mo'ajin slithered to the door to receive his ration. “You're searching in the wrong place.”
“I don't know what you're talking about and Cepheus warned me not to listen to anything you said.”
“Of course he did a wise one that Cepheus. However, the walls are not thick enough to block all sounds. I have nothing to do but listen. I hear the sounds of passion, I'm moved by your forbidden love. Perhaps I can help you?”
“In exchange for what? Never mind. It's not happening no mater what it is.”
“Fear not I would never jeopardized your trust. I'll help you and you can repay me at a later time with whatever you think it's worth.”
“I can fill your cell with fire and end your existence with a push of a button.”
If he was smiling it was impossible to tell by looking at his formless face. “You are not the only one to conceal your crime in a dungeon.” He sucked his ration through a tube from the wall and slithered back to his floor mat.
Adrianna had encountered much in her short life as a vampire but nothing had made her skin itch like the thing that occupied cell three. Cepheus warned her not to listen. Why? Did he have something to hide? No, Barron trusted him. Mo'ajin was a lair and working a scam.” She started back to the casino when she passed the jailer's office. She was the jailer now. What harm was there in going in?
The door creaked as she pushed it open, the sound carried and she knew Mo'ajin heard it. He heard everything. He would know she was searching the office. It irritated her that the smug bastard knew his plan was working. An image of him gloating in his prison cell stuck in her mind. Shoving the thought aside she entered. A new irritation crept over her. The room was sparse not even a magazine to read; an empty desk, nothing on the walls. Frustrated, she turned to exit when something gritty scuffed underfoot. A quick look discovered dirt. Crusty desert dirt, strangely familiar. A closer look puzzled her and curiosity evolved into excitement. She transformed into a wolf and sniffed the floor. As she suspected it was the same soil she had sniffed when searching the old grave yard.

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Cepheus never showed himself above ground in the casino it would have meant changing his form to accommodate polite society and the eyes of mortals. Conveniently for him an emergency escape tunnel built decades before lead out of the dungeon into the desert. The two wolves tracking him followed his trail toward the cemetery. Where he apparently had taken precautions in covering his cent. He just never bothered to conceal his trail from the dungeon. A hundred yards out from the old grave yard the trail ended, they backtracked to pick it up again this time it lead further out to the north.
In the early days of Las Vegas ranchers and miners were the frequent guests of Nevada's gambling halls. The surrounding landscape was dotted with abandoned silver mines. Prospectors would bore into the hillsides like weevils and move on in search of pay-dirt. The trail brought the wolves to a honeycomb of such bore holes. They shifted back to human forms.
Adrianna struggled not to squeal like a giddy girl. “He's in there I know it.”
Steve was cautious but hopeful. “If luck's with us but he may also have laid traps so we'll take care where we step.”

DEATH AND DOMINATION CHAPTER 14 THE COUGER

Barron opened his eyes the black candles had burned down indicating passage of time. Several hours he surmised. They had left around midnight if his guess was correct it was noon the following day. He stood and examined his hands. The wounds were gone. Woody was standing in his circle looking as if he'd never left. Rapture was getting to his feet and looking none the worse for wear. Kalina lay in her circle exactly as Rapture had placed her. She was non-responsive when he knelt and gently lifted her head. The cuts on her face had vanished but the color had drained giving her a deathly pallor. He raised her right wrist and felt for a pulse. Tense moments passed then he smiled and rubbed her hand against his face.

Kalina's eyes opened and she looked up at him, a glint of emerald flashed in her eyes as she recognized him. Then her long natural nails clawed his cheek. “Get off of me you black hearted soul sucking witch burner.”
He shot up right and jerked her to her feet. “I was just checking to see if my fortunes had finally changed for the good and your evil spirit had stayed where it belonged. Tragically no such luck for me.”
She pushed him away and felt for her talismans, seconds later she looked relieved. “You're in terrible luck for this witch is back and fully charged.”
Barron had preformed a ritual to open the protective seal, then went to the door and checked the binding knot. “Kalina, I'm happy to see you survived,there was a moment back there when I wasn't sure you'd make it back with us. Some thanks to Rapture for that.”
Kalina laughed. “Don't stick up for him he didn't dare leave me behind. I'm the only one that can ever reverse the curse. I was considering a reprieve for him but after the way he took advantage of me in my powerless state I've changed my mind. But enough of him. When do I get paid?”
Barron rolled his eyes at Rapture. “Well being that you did not accomplish anything on this mission...”
She raise a hand to interject. “Don't even try to weasel out. If you had told me the truth.”
Barron cut back in.”I was about to say I'm going to pay you the bonus we agreed on.”
Rapture's jaw dropped. You can't be serious she was less than useless.”
Barron threw a hard glare his way. “Kalina you did your best and also you may have a legitimate grievance against me for letting Rapture mislead you.” He opened the door and stepped out. “Well I'll have the limo come get you two. It has black-out windows so you'll be safe from the sun. It will pick you up in the garage. I should be resting at this hour sooahh...” He fell backward and landed flat on his back a large bolt jutting from his chest.
Rapture rushed to the door shadow tentacles whipping wildly. He saw a small woman with a crossbow and a remote switch in her right hand. A large rat perched on her shoulder rubbing his hands together.
“Don't do anything foolish Mr. Rapture or I'll detonate the bomb inside Barron's chest. As it stands now he can recover once the stake is removed but not if his heart explodes.”
“What do you want?”
“You of course, my employer would love to torture and kill you.” Before he could respond a yellow miasmas cloud belched out of a small brass urn placed near the door. He was engulfed and suddenly the cloud and Rapture were inhaled back into the urn.
Woody saw his friends in trouble and acted on instinct lumbering forward he attempted to stop the woman.
She was incredibly fast snatching up the urn and running out the front door. A vampire would have burst into flames but she ran uncovered into the desert climbed on a concealed motor cycle and roared away with her quarry.
Kalina had been quiet and kept out of sight, as the scene played out. She came into the hall and went to the door. The bike's dust trail lead towards Vegas. She went back to where Barron lay unconscious. As she strolled past the jeweled music box she had admired before their departure it vanished from sight.
She examined the bolt and deduced that it was in fact rigged to a bomb and a timer was counting down. “Ten seconds and boom,” she said allowed. With a clean jerk she yanked the stake free and threw it out the front door. The explosion was small no bigger than a shotgun blast. But big enough to have killed Barron. She removed a leather pouch and sprinkled its dusty contents in the palm of her hand. She pursed her lips and blew the dust where the shooter had stood. A shimmering aura appeared. “Ah yes I see your imprint kitty cat.”
Barron began to make a gurgling sound as the hole in his chest closed. “What?” He looked around “What happened?”
“Werecat shot you with a bomb bolt and kidnapped Rapture. I yanked the bolt before you blew up and now I need to borrow a car, no time for the limo.”
He sat up. “Sure keys are on a hook by the garage door.”
“Wood-man what say we go find that feline bitch that stole my thrall, if anyone is going to torture and kill him it's me.”
“Kalina, thanks for saving me.”
She and Woody were headed for the garage. “Had to, you haven’t paid me yet,”

Coming soon chapters fifteen The Cavern of Death and sixteen The Zombie Master. Black Arts rituals shunned even by vampires summon forth forbidden evil in the catacombs under the Blood Moon Social Club.

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Your humble purveyor Karl Clay Vetter