The Curse of the Vampire (Cursed Book 6) by Dean Drinkel

Author:Dean Drinkel [Drinkel, Dean]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Hersham Horror Books
Published: 2015-09-27T04:00:00+00:00

Interlude

They were led through a labyrinth, a maze of small rooms – bathrooms, shower-rooms, steam rooms. Upstairs, downstairs...along corridors...then in the final room, each of them was asked in turn to lie down on a massage table where their flesh was beaten, pounded, stretched and pulled.

“What is the point of this?” Louvois asked.

“Your flesh has been scrubbed, you will be clean of impurities, and your body must be supple.” Was the reply – and it was right something must have worked because suddenly Lucien felt much much better.

Nobody said another word, nobody dared speak...when they had all had their turn, they were led to another room where they were told to sit and wait.

It was bare save for a small table where apples, oranges, lemons and other fruit had been laid out. There were also flowers. Everywhere. There was one large white candle on the table - that was the only illumination.

The boys were alone.

Lucien walked to the far wall, a small crucifix hung there – there was no other decoration.

“What the fuck is going on?” he asked as he turned around.

Henri smiled. “We are truly blessed, we have been chosen. We will be first, we will bear witness.”

“What are you talking about?” Louvois asked.

Henri held out his wrist, pointed to a long white grin which ran across the skin.

“What’s that?” Lucien approached.

“The Creator did this,” he stated, obviously very proud.

“Why?”

One of the other boys, Charles, grabbed hold of Louvois. “What do you mean why?”

“He means exactly that: why?” Lucien’s anger was rising.

Charles pointed to a scar on his breast, just up from the nipple. It was still pink, so was fairly recent. “I have this to show for my last visit. And this...” He reddened slightly as he pointed to a small fleshy mass on his scrotum. “The Creator loved me so much that night that is why he bit me...”

“Bit you? BIT you?” Lucien sounded outraged.

“And he did this to me, look!” Philippe spun around, motioned to his back. There was a criss-cross of lacerations running down his spine to the ‘v’ of his buttocks.

“I’m getting out of here,” Lucien went to the door, tried the handle. But it was locked as he knew it probably would be. “There must be another way in...or out...look for one will you.”

Louvois went to do as Lucien had asked but Henri grabbed him. “Sorry, what do you think you are doing?” He turned to Lucien. “And you, don’t you realise you are blessed? You have to accept that...”

Lucien shook his head. “I’m not accepting anything. I have no idea who you are, or who put you in charge...I don’t know why I am here and maybe that’s not important right now but one thing I am certain of is that I’m going to try my best to get out of here.”

Philippe rubbed his hands on his stomach, a pained expression on his face. “We don’t understand either, we just accept it.”

“Can you smell that?” Lucien breathed in, he was sure...cigars.

Henri clasped his hands together.

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