Warning: This chapter will contain some pretty gory elements.I Just also want to remind you that I am not good at action scenes. So if you find things don't make sense let me know.
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Chapter 8: Massacre in the Mausoleum part 2
A vampire lair beneath Hemeries cemetery
Deep below in the massive underground lair that housed the recently created vampire army for Lord Lorthos
Amilyn the right hand, a Italian vampire dandy was overseeing its maintenance, from its quarters to its armoury it was no high tech military base by any means but as long as it was a safe, secret place it didn't need to be just as long as it was fast and easy to set up.
Aided by the more senior members of the clan, the task of recruiting new blood into his masters group had been easier than he first suspected.
He had been with his master Lorthos a very long time and seen things that if he ever told his old self back in Italy, he would be declared insane.
Similar to a certain vamp from hell, Amilyn also believed that there wasn't anything too special about a slayer. Numerous times, he has seen them in action, and numerous times, they all met their end at the hands of his Lord. Sometimes, with so not much as a fight.
Its quite funny, really, for all their physical training. Many slayers could not best the superior mental powers of his lord in a battle of wills. As if they did not expect anything of the sort at all.
Unfortunately, this also had the effect of making Lorthos lot quite lazy, decadent even as ages went by. They may not find something like a slayer to be much of a threat now even they still consider her enemy number one something like the unexpected would be enough to truly be their downfall to which will be coming right about now.
Meanwhile
at the very top of the stairs leading into the darkness underground, Baskerville had just finished slipping on a rather mysterious mask, which was baring striking similarities to his Sire.
thats because was no ordinary mask, It actually a gift by the prince himself hence for its resemblance to his face for its useful power shields the wearers identity of any misdeed committed in front of prying eyes very good if you wish to commit a felony but don't want to get busted after the fact.
adorning the beautiful accented mask, he slicked back his lusious moonlight blue hair, giving him the appearance of a rugged gunslinger.
according to the information given by Benny, it doesn't matter which one, Amilyn had managed to store up thirty to forty vamps in this massive underground with more coming in for an upcoming attack sometime in spring.
So far, he had dealt with six of them already, one being the vampiric shell of benny himself that he had already sent back to hell,For Amilyn himself, however? not much is known except for the fact he is a right hand, and he is also known as The Right Hand.
All He had to do now was to find Pike and reunite him with Benny. The rest of lorthos army he can dispatch as he pleases as long the target is eliminated. May Satan has mercy for what is about to happen.
At the Bottom
there was a guard stationed at the bottom of the stairs reading a random teen magazine to pass the time.
Although he had been turned recently, he just like most vampires round this stage don't really value the cost of a soul lost.
suddenly he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. At first. He assumed it was either benny, the nerd or the cheerleaders since they were the last ones to leave, did a jock leave with benny? not sure he wasnt paying attention that time.
what the?
that was all he had to say before Baskerville with the pull of a trigger made his head explode like a balloon. Needless to say, it was a bloody mess as the now headless body clumped back into the chair and fell limp on the ground but not before Baskerville savoured the blood presented it tasted pretty good as vamp blood goes no unsavoury chemicals present at all.
The noise not going unnoticed alerted more of lorthos minions nearby as they swarmed into the long hallway from the numerous doors on either side.
the corridor itself was quite spacious, allowing a suprising number vamps to be present at once but still be In a position they can easily be taken out, a fatal flaw whoever designed the layout
like a martial arts film, Baskerville thought, seeing so many of the undead idiots out to greet him en mass.
"Who are you?" one of the vampires asked, expecting to see the slayer
"If any of you idiots happen to be named Pike, please raise your hand," Baskerville exclaimed,
all at once, the vampires rushed to attack, showing once again to Baskerville of how pathetic the current vamp community really is. no strategy, no plan, just rushing in and hoping for the best.
pulling out his katana, He dashed forward at blinding speed, so fast in fact that to the minds eye it looked like Baskerville had just phased through them. But in reality, he managed to beheaded five of them in the blink of an eye.
They didn't have the chance to notice the blade strike, its only when their heads began to roll around on the floor one by one. They realised the danger that had befallen upon them.
This terrified the others. Since many were newborns, they all thought he was the slayer based on the impact of what he had done, though they they were told a million times by the more senior members that the slayer was a girl
Seriously, who are you? they choked
"Your intermediate murder professonal" He smiled, letting everyone see his maw of sharp teeth. "Baskerville Slayer at your service"
Slayer? as in?
No! Baskerville roared "and if you fools are willing piss yourselves at the sight of a school girl. You are going to have a very bad time with me!"
sensing that several minion were sneaking up behind him, he swung his sword towards the nearest one cutting said minion in two from the top part. The Vamp Assassin proceeded to then kick the torso uptop off from its lower area into the other minon knocking that one off balance allowing Baskerville to close the gap and deliver a wicked blow that shattered through its blocking arms and its chest before taking out the non beating heart into his hand, devouring it.
Holy Shit! The surviving vamps cried
could you people at least have a heart when fighting for fuck sake?
"Please don't kill us!"
"Pike, if you can hear me, show yourself"
"What? you looking for Pike? What are you a friend of his or something?"
no, I just want him Benny wants him back safe and sound
okay, okay, fine, he's in the crypt room sulking, He hadn't been too happy to join us and tried to rebel! So we had to chain him up!
thank you and if Amilyn happens to be here too you tell him im here for his head as well Benny would also like that.
so you going to get him or what?
So, with whatever resistance that the followers of lorthos had left, they all roared out in unison a loud resounding never! to the Masked Baskerville. it didn't matter what was to happen next to them, for they were minions and pawns to Lord Lothos.
And even if they weren't, they just were teenagers and drop outs who would never be anything more beyond what they were. No supernatural curse or vampire will ever change that!
and that's when the fight started itself anew, with Baskerville continuing with the one sided affair that was a slaughter.
in the main war room
what the hell is that noise? Amilyn pondered.
the massacre had not gone unnoticed. Even if he wasn't a vampire with heighted senses, there was no doubt that there was something going on. So even as his stooges in the room bicker among themselves, Amilyn can only but speculate his next move as the carnage continues,
"No way could it be the slayer!" one of them barked
"Could she have found us this quickly based on an amateur mistake? its possible!"
"Or maybe this place may not be as secret as we thought?"
Amilyn thoughts were soon interrupted by a stray vampire that came bursting into the room covered in wounds, nursing a missing eye, and scared out his wits.
"Amilyn! there is a strange man down here killing us one by one. I haven't seen this level of devastation before we need help bad sir we need help, real..."
the scared vamps words suddenly fell silent by the appearance of a tendril wrapping around its leg and dragging it off, kicking and screaming out of the sight of the right hand of Lorthos.
Immediately Amilyn abandoned the war room as he chased the disappearing form of his minion out of the room and found the horrific condition that the lair was in now thanks to the invading assassin.
it was covered with bodies, some unrecognisable due to the servarity of the damage sustained. The smell of entrails filled the air like a cloud. It was just as bad as the streets of the 1600s, if not worse.
Moments later he found the minon who came to warn him, he couldnt remember the name, in one of the smaller rooms hacked to pieces with its face frozen in a state of fear but suprising with little blood as if he was drained.
Oh crap, it's one of us
On que the master vampire, feeling disruption in the wind turned round at the last second to capture the Katana Blade in his hand. As he grasped the blade that was seemly stronger than steel, finally, he stood face to face with the man who had cause him all this trouble. He was taller than he was from Baskerville's presence alone that Amilyn knew what threat that this man could be to Lord Lothos if he wasn't stopped.
Well, that's a first! here I thought all were like wheat before the scythe!
Amilyn snarled, "You dare voliate the sanctity of my Masters army?"
"Army? What Army? Baskerville answered back if you meant the one that's currently in bits. Sorry, but they were all a bloody joke!"
The Italian Nosferatu had finally reached limit of his patience. Using his free hand, Amilyn threw a punch straight into his face, knocking him back a bit, yet the assassin did not fall.Amilyn flew forward and threw punch after punch at the intruder, not letting him have the chance to defend himself.
not so smug now, are you? As the blows came crashing down, Baskerville blocked each of them with his Katana. It was holding up more than he expected, and then again, this blade was the same one that Shine the Yakuza Slayer used back in japan. A weapon that Blitz happened to swipe from her and gift to him shortly after his first job at I.M.P
but even as he blocks, he feels as though he should be ending this quickly. Yet why? Despite some differences in Lorthos group, they were the same evil soulless vampire stereotype that were evil because.
Was Spike really that unique? it shouldn't be, not really, and considering they were vampires, a human/demon hybrid. You expect both of their halves should at least be levelled out, Akin to the citizens of hell that have those shades of grey in them that make them still people soul or no soul, Human or not.
Caught and lost in his own mind, Baskerville let himself slip and felt the right hand of The Right Hand colliding with his right side. It hurt. If he had remained human, it would have ripped through to his kidney it felt like it wasn't even a fist that hit him something else entirely.
finally getting a hit in on him, Amilyn smiled as he then brought his fist upwards, uppercuting the assassin into the ceiling, causing him to drop the sword, not taking his eyes of his enemy he landed a striaght to baskerville stomach making him look like a human punch bag.
funny enough, it wasn't the left hand that was doing the most damage. it was actually the right hand that was giving him the most trouble.
After doing a few more hits that made Amilyn look like he was actually using a speed bag in a seemly crazy display, He finally kicked him down to the floor that manages to bring a part of the ceiling down ontop of him.
is that all you got? Amilyn laughed, at last seemly besting the assassin.
but this victory this was rather short-lived as the Italian looked at the devastation of the lair reminding him of what had happened. Two of the surviving vamps who were manning the war room came out to see him they were about under a hundred years old, but were smarter and more capable out of anything in the whole lair.
Right Hand? one of them asked their maker is it over?
Amilyn looked down at the floor to think there's no doubt that the man who attacked them wasn't actually dead despite the beating he just gave him.
"it is but Lorthos is going to have a fit once he finds out what has happened here."
In all his years he had never bore witness to such a disaster of such magnitude not even the slayer could do this much damage.
what would you have us do?
"Take that bastard Hidden in the debris prisoner, and see who he works for. Afterwards, drain him! I want to see if we can salvage something after all this trouble."
Yes, right hand, right away!
in the midst of receiving orders, the other surviving vampire was getting too close for comfort as he stumbled towards where baskerville was buried. For his efforts, he was rewarded by being shot in the chest at point blank, destroying his heart.
shocked that Baskerville was still awake immediately. Amilyn grabbed the other vampire to block more of the oncoming bullets as an undead meat shield. Bullets may not kill vampires, but it can still incapacitate them. The shooting then stopped letting Amilyn drop his shield and advance via levitation. about to drag the assassin out of the rubble to neutralise him, a loud collection of screams came out behind him.
arghhh!
to his horror, the vampire that he used as a shield began to smoke as if it was burning. This was bad it was like he had been hit with something holy. Just what had he been shot with that caused it so?
Sir, please help me it hurrttttts! It really hurts!
another gunshot silenced his follower for good. It forced the experienced older vampire to block. He raised his left hand, but the bullet flew straight through the flesh of his palm out to the back, hitting him in the left ear, destroying it as the lobe erupted like a horrible blister.
My ear!
his vision blurring, his ears ringing and expecting another attack, he had decided to finally release his secret weapon. The actual reason they call him the right hand of Lorthos and not just because he is the right hand of Lorthos
It turned out that after a little known incident during the 1800s, Amilyn found out first hand that vampires, despite possessing regeneration abilities, did not possess the ability to regrow limbs.
So instead of a simple prosthetic he opted for something a bit more... deadly
The Italian vamps right had begun to twist and turn as gears wirred and churnned until, at last, it had formed the head of a gatling gun.
A large one.
with hatred and vitriol guiding him to ignore the ringing, he released the deadly beast.
Die!
a shower of shrapnel shot down upon the mountain of debris where Baskerville was, Amilyn had no intention of stopping until he knew for certain that his enemy was dead. with every second he exhausted his right hand, he took a step closer and closer to Baskerville, hoping he could finish him off in melee just in case.
By the time Amilyn was finished, the walls of the corridor in front of him were utterly destoryed, ammo cartridges littered the floor like the butt's of cigarettes he had even hit several of the corpses on causing them to scatter across the floor.
but as he looked to the now pile of debris that acted as Baskervilles hiding spot and his target practice. What he found was...
Nothing, oh, all the bullets he fired were there. The holes caused by the bullets were there as well, but apart from some small trails of blood, his body was nowhere to be seen.
Where are you he screamed. Frustrated at Baskerville s continued persistance
As the ringing in his left ear continued to annoy him. He found himself still very weak and lightheaded. That's it he thought he was going to leave the lair to get help. However, before he could even go up the stairs to the surface, he felt the weight of a massive maw crushing his right shoulder.
Bones broke as they bit down, Amilyn didn't need to turn his head to know it was the assassin again
but as he did, the Italian was treated to the horror of Baskerville's elongated mouth, taking pieces of his flesh away like a meaty snack.
Tasty
Was this really a vamp? they were never this tough nor terrifying, and Amilyn was one himself. How was it possible that the right hand of Lorthos was getting it served to him on a silver platter like a fledge?
Amilyn trying to get him off, was then thrown down the hallway that made him crash into one of the only non damaged walls left in the lairs corridor.he landed, hard, nearly catching a piece in wood broken in the heart.
Quickly making to his feet, he limped away to find anyone that could fight Baskerville
"Pike? Pike? Where are you?"
as he stumbled and tumbled though the rooms that led to the crypts, he knew exactly who was there, hopefully he would be broken by now to be of aid. Amilyn hoped olit better be because now he wasonly catching the glimpse of a looming Shadow slowing, strolling right behind as if it was no rush
arriving in the Crypts, Amilyn collapsed to the floor from his injuries, at this point he was a right mess. his left ear was missing, his right shoulder had a massive bite in it and he was sure that
noticing a closed coffin he opened it up to reveal a chained up vampire that was none too pleased to see him.
Pike
Ever since he had been turned, Pike had refused to do the bidding of Lorthos or any of his new family eveb to the point of starving himself.
arriving in the Crypts, Amilyn collapsed to the floor from his injuries. right mess. his left ear was missing his right shoulder had a massive bite in it, and the lair had all but fallen to a monster shrouded in an ethereal darkness
Needless to say, even now, Pike had no love for the Italian arse kisser or his master even if said Italian Arse kisser was no worse for wear. Pike actually found it funny seeing his maker like this all pathetic and weak.
"Get up, I have need of you."
"Why?" Pike snarled
"Why? because your family needs you thats why!"
you really think that I would help you after what you did to Benny?
"Pike, I swear if you don't help us, im gonna..."
"do what kill me? save it in fact l Please do it because if you don't. I'll kill you while you sleep and feed you to whatever would find your meat savoury."
as the two argued, Baskerville appeared right behind the right hand, looking down on him like how a predator stalks its prey. As said prey, he turned around, Baskerville threw a solid big punch that broke his teeth, sending tooth as well as him back down to the ground face down .and for further insult to injury, Baskerville stood on top of Amilyn driving the embedded improvised stake in his chest further in causing the master vampire to scream
Seemly unable to fight anymore. Amilyn had only one card left to play. If he couldn't kill him and if he couldn't fight him, it seemed that he will have bargain with him.
"Stop! please, you win." he cried, "I surrender! don't kill me. I'm sure I can tell you what you want!"
"like what?" baskerville asked coldly
Begging for his life, Amilyn eyes turn back towards Pike, Before his hearing was destroyed, he did hear that Baskerville was looking for that hopeless Childe of his, for Benny? of all people? His Benny? he wasn't sure when that fledgling would have time to send this guy.
Do you want Pike? Take him! he's useless to us anyway!
Baskerville just looked at the chained up Pike in the coffin. Pike returned the gaze yet had no idea what to think. Now that the Rebel had a good look at the being that made mince meat of his entire 'family', it was just a matter of whether or not he was here just to kill him as well. since the coffin was completely soundproof to the point that even a vampire hearing couldn't hear beyond the confines, Pike was totally in the dark about what's what.
"You, Pike?" Baskerville asked the man who vaguely looked like his vampire brother
Yes why?
Benny sent me, His soul awaits for you in hell
What?
The poor choice of words shocked Pike. it wasn't the hell part that scared him as he would rather die again, but the fact that Benny himself sent a lone killer to do the deed instead doing it himself filled the reluctant man a feeling of betrayal and hurt. Something that Amilyn would find almost laughable if he wasn't in danger right now.
"Seriously? you destroy my Masters lair just to send one random Childe to hell?"
Which he seems to have put himself further in.
"I don't have to explain it to a pussy like you!"
Amilyn eyes widened as he was kicked across the floor to the other side of the room he struggled to get back up as he still bled from his wounds.
"I did as you ask , Bastardo! let me go less. You wish to face my Lords wrath!"
Baskerville looked around, not amused at the mouth of the Italian, trying to seem like he has some form of authority left down here
"So where is it?" Baskerville mocked. "This wrath of your Lord? I don't see it!"
how dare you! Amilyn screamed through broken teeth. You are lucky that you get to live, to walk out of here in one piece after what you did. If you were the slayer, you would have been..
Alright, I get it! Baskerville roared. You're right. Sir I'll just go get Pike and be on my way give my regards to your 'master'. Tell him we should do this again soon.
Now, Amilyn wad fuming, as the last survivor of this mauseum massacre, he just wanted to avenge his, no his masters loss. the utter gal of this upstart before him ripping apart his army like paper, destroying the lair and voliatating the sanctity of lorthas plans all before waving good bye to him in a act of mock goodwill left a bad taste in his mouth and a scar on his pride
As Baskerville effortlessly broke the chains that kept Pike prisoner, Amilyn noticed his weaponised prosthetic was still working. despite the pain his right arm was under, he could still use it to pick a target,
and picked a target he did. Amilyn fired whatever he had left to kill Pike. Knowing Baskerville would protect him, he hoped it could kill this pest once and for all"Die!"But unfortunately, Baskerville flashed step in front of him first. His image presented of that of death Amilyn attempted to fire off a single round hoping to hit, but then, a strange null sensation had struck his neck causing down below to become inert, it felt cold very unnatrual since he is undead his body barely responding to his will it froze on the spot
was this where he die? Amilyn considered as the cold spread up the neck turning off his mental faculties until at last the body fell limp as the head fell with it.
don't worry I'm sure they give excellent head...in hell
with the job now complete, Baskerville picks out his hellphone as he goes to call loona for a portal back home. He tries calling several times but got no reply, he goes to call again but still the same Whilst this was all going on Pike was in awestruck at what had happened
"Well, I have to say that I did not expect that to happen today, and not to me at least, you sure you are not here to kill me?:
The masked vamp assassin declined with a very blunt no, when had he said he was hete to kill him?
okay, good to know. Pike looked hopeful :Hey, what are you doing?"
Trying to summon a portal via calling the operator but no answer he verified as he examined the dead Amilyn for money or weapons,
Even if he were to find nothing Baskerville thought with the body of Amilyn he might want to harvest it for blood later in hell.
Well before I was imprisoned in the casket I learned the confines of this lair was covered in a material that shields all forms of communication, radios, phones, televisions, they can't work down here because lorthos doesn't want anyone to know what goes exactly down here.
Is that so Baskerville asked surprised at how that despite the lack of strength presented in the main collection of vamps presented today that they even considered anti tracking measure for the more modern age
well if that'd the case we will have to get back up top
Pike satisfied gave his saviour a smile, the same one he was given not two seconds in all of the excitement he had almost forgot to introduce himself and ask his name of his savour to which gave with much enthusiasm
I'm Pike by the way and you are
His Savour with the same drive and passion proudly announces his identity to the rescuee
pretty sure that of most of what he said won't be heard by Pike due to the identity concealment on the mask
"Baskerville Slayer, Intermediate Murder Proffessonial and Vampire from Hell!"
End of Chapter 8