Angelfall: Parts 1 to 5 by Conrad Powell Read Free Book Online Page A

the chilled glass and squeezed it into his drink. Lombhardi shrugged his shoulder and left for the kitchen.
    “I hear The Son of The Morning Star is appearing at this year’s Day of The Fall,” said Angela.
    “Yeah. I’m sure,” said Victor.
    “You don’t sound so enthusiastic,” she said.
    “Don’t get me wrong. I am used to being a vampire. The earthly thing, it’s great and all. But I just think the rebellion could have been done successfully. You know. I just think it’s his fault. You know-”
    Angela put her hand over Victor’s mouth. Her hand muffled his voice.
    “Ssshhhhh. They’ll hear you. Don’t let them hear you spea-”
    Victor took her hand from his mouth and smiled.
    “I was saying it’s okay. The truth is the truth,” said Victor. “I would have done a better job.”
    “You worry me,” she said.
    “I worry me too,” said Victor sipping his Bloody Mary.
    A loud shout came from the kitchen.
    “Get off me mahn. Raaaasss. Get off me,” said the middle pitched voice with a Jamaican lilt.
    Lombhardi and another waiter busted into the dining area with a large brown Jamaican Rastaman with thick locks. The man was bound with his hands behind him and his feet were shackled. The Rastaman could not run away.
    “I said get off me mahn,” said the Rastaman as Lombhardi and the other waiter threw him onto the reclining couch where Victor was seated. Lombhardi lost his balance and stumbled a bit.
    Lombhardi and Victor looked at each other as Lombhardi got up dusting his apron off.
    “There you go, the Jamaican special,” said Lombhardi out of breath. “I told you it was a rough meal.”
    “ Look. You people better let my raaas go or else. I told you I’m not into these tings mahn. I’m not into these crying games,” said the Rastaman.
    “Live or comatose?” said Lombhardi to Victor as Lombhardi motioned to the Rastaman.
    “Live please. The coma injection makes the blood taste funny.”
    “Very well. Live it is,” said Lombhardi as he pulled a roll of masking tape from his apron.
    Within seconds the Rastaman was gagged at the mouth. His protests and screams were reduced to smothered muffles as Lombhardi smiled.
    “Enjoy your meal,” said Lombhardi as he and the waiter left for the kitchen.
    Angela looked at the helpless Jamaican bound on Victor’s couch.
    “I’ll let you feed,” said Angela as Victor flashed his pearly white fangs. “Starved I’m sure you are.”
    The Rastaman wiggled in the couch trying to break free but it was no use.
    Within seconds, Victor’s fangs had penetrated the Rastaman’s neck and the locked Jamaican went limp. For a few minutes Victor fed on him careful to not drink too much of the blood.
    A vampire never wanted to kill the victim only to drain the blood like the Masai Warriors of Africa skilled in draining a cow for just enough blood to enrich their diet. Victor fed for his life.
    Victor as he lifted from the Rastaman’s neck.
    The man lay limp on the reclining couch as Victor took the red napkin from his table and wiped the trickles of blood from the corner of his mouth.
    “Hey Victor,” came a voice from the couch located behind him.
    “Herod. What’s up?”
    “Enjoying your Caribbean delight I take it,” said Herod.
    “Ah quite tasty but I feel a little high,” said Victor.
    “First time?” said Herod.
    “Yeah. Whoa,” said Victor as he shook his head. “I don’t feel so good.”
    Victor was turning even paler if that was possible.
    “Yeah. The Rastas will do that to you. It’s like smoking the ganja yourself. It goes right to their bloodstream you know,” said Herod.
    “How long does it last?” said Victor now lying down holding his head.
    “Well since it’s your first Rastaman it will probably drain from your system in a day or two.”
    Herod motioned for Lombhardi to come. Lombhardi walked over to them and noticed that Victor was sprawled on the couch.
    “I’m going to be sick,” said Victor.
    “It’s his first time