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CHAPTER 1

Pedro scanned the moon lit desert terrain through a FLIR; a forward looking Infrared Imager. FLIR is a cheaper civilian version of the night vision goggles used by the military. In less than 30 seconds Pedro spotted what he was looking for no more than 100 yards away.

Pedro watched in horror as a man dressed like a priest grabbed a young girl by her hair and jerked her out of his Hummer and dragged her across the desert sand. Then the man knelt beside her, hooked his fingers into the bloody bullet hole in her dress and ripped it open. He tore it up to the neckline, ripping that open too.

The girl lay there in the darkness not fighting back as the man dressed like a priest scooped up sand into his hands and mercilessly packed it into the bullet hole. She shrieked in unbridled agony, tears springing into her eyes. Pedro supposed she was in too much pain to fight her attacker. And her attacker apparently knew what Pedro knew, that pain was magnified a thousand times in her kind.

The fake priest laughed. Then he rolled her over and ground more sand into the exit wound at her back. She screamed in pain.

"Can't have you bleeding out on me just yet can I?"

Then the fake priest threw her over one shoulder and hauled her up to the top of a gigantic bolder that rose from the desert floor to impale the sky.

And finally at the very top he leaned forward and let her fall onto the angled stone surface.

The impact knocked the breath out of the girl and her head hit so hard Pedro saw blood begin to seep into her hair.

The fake Priest knelt beside her again this time he grabbed hold of a long rope that was already there and had apparently been used before. The rope appeared to be slightly charred at the ends. He bound her wrists together, then got up and stretched the rope beyond her head pulling her arms with it. She tipped her head backward, trying to see what he was up too.

He was tying the rope around a finder in the rock. Then he bound her ankles together to another stone protrusion at her feet. Savagely, he pulled the ankle rope tight stretching her body using the bolder as a pulley. As her ribs and stomach muscled pulled taught she screamed again.

"There's a monster coming for you bitch! It's called The Sun. It's going to rise up over there any minute now and when it does it's going to toast you. It's going to be a slow burn though until the sun gets high enough. It's going to come up on this side of the rock so it hits your feet first. I want you to suffer as long as possible before you burst into flumes."

"Over my dead body you bastard!"

The girl lifted her head weakly. A man she had never seen before stood behind the fake priest on the top of the Pillar. He held an old hunting rifle.

The fake priest growled and started to turn.

The newcomer shot him in the shoulder spinning him around then shot him in the other shoulder.

A few minutes later, it was the fake priest who was gagged and secured to the rock in the same manner as the girl had been. His wounds had been dressed but wept blood. The girl huddled nearby too weak to run away.

The newcomer squatted beside the fake priest, removed something from his pants pocket and squirted it onto the bound man's chest.

"In case you're wondering that's pancake syrup. The ants and other bugs here love it. And I don't know how far coyotes can smell blood but I guess they will come around to pay you a visit pretty soon. So, if the bugs and coyotes don't get you, the sun sure will."

The bound man screamed curses through the gag, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Now, Now don't take it so bad; after all it's what you planned to do to her right?"

CHAPTER 2

The newcomer walked over to the girl and knelt down beside her.

The girl eyes were wide.

"I am not here to hurt you. God knows you are hurt enough already. Listen, the sun will be up any minute and I do not have much time. The sky is already turning blue. I need to get you out of here and to a safe place."

The girl looked up and then nodded.

Pedro carried the wounded Girl as gently as he could to his jeep then wrapped her in a blanket and laid her on the back seat just as the first rays of sun topped the horizon.

The drive back to town took longer than usual because Pedro stopped twice to make sure the sun's deadly rays could not get to the girl.

She was helpless now as all of her kind were in the daytime. But at least she wasn't hurting anymore.

Pedro phoned ahead and was met by his old friend at the entrance of the cantina.

"Your information was correct again Senior Paponi. I have a girl with me. She's hurt. The bastard shot her to weaken her. He was dressed like a priest just like you said he would be and the GPS device worked great."

"So you killed him?"

"No, I decided to let he insects and coyotes do that for me; or maybe the sun whichever comes first. I did kill his Hummer though after removing the GPS locater. Amazing what a little Gasoline on the seats and a match will do."

Senior Paponi smiled. "These are cruel men. They would have done worse to you my dear Pedro. Let's get her inside."

CHAPTER 3

Pedro and Senior Paponi were sitting in comfortable chairs when the girl woke just after sunset.

"Good Evening, I hope you slept well." Pedro said. "Remember me?"

The girl nodded her eyes wide again. She struggled and managed to set up in bed. She looked down at the white gown she was wearing.

"I hope you like it. My girls picked it out for you after they bathed you." Said Senior Paponi.

"You're girls?" the girl asked suspiciously.

There was a tap at the door. And three girls came in. One of them carried a tray with a glass on it and set it on the night stand then sat on the bed beside the girl.

"I hope you're feeling better sweetie." She said warmly. "I just woke up too. So did she." She pointed to another girl. "The guys there," She laughed. "I'm not sure they ever sleep."

The girl noticeably relaxed a little.

"I am Vanessa and this is Rhianne. That's Claudette. She's mortal. She took care of you today while Rhianne and I slept."

She took the girl's hand. "Look sweetie, you are going to be okay now." Vanessa nodded toward the bandage. "You mind if he takes a look at it?"

The girl nodded.

Careful not to let the tape pull her skin, Senior Paponi removed the bandages then after a quick examination nodded with satisfaction. "Looks okay, the day sleep did its job little lady. You'll probably have a scar and it might be sore for a day or two but your healing fine." He nodded to Claudette who picked up the glass. "The day sleep is healing the wound but you need to drink to get your strength back. Here, it's goat."

Claudette held the glass close to the girl's lips. She looked surprised when she saw the straw.

"Hey, take it easy, you do not want all that blood hitting your stomach all at once."

The girl nodded but sipped hungrily.

When the glass was empty she licked her lips and looked around. "Who are you and why did you bring me here?"

Senior Paponi nodded. "Fair questions, Well, little lady, why don't you tell us your name.

"Jennifer."

The old man cleared his throat. "I am Senior Paponi. And these are my good friends Jennifer. We met a little over six months ago after a mutual friend helped rescue about thirty of your kind from a drug cartel called the Los Lobo's."

"I heard about that." Jennifer said. "They were mixing Vampire blood with cocaine to make some sort of street drug."

"Yes, and they had all but destroyed my business." Said Senior Paponi. "But now, The Los Lobo's are no more. Eventually, they may return, but for now," he gestured with his hands. "Now, my Cantina is doing a good business, I have found new friends. We are all a big happy family."

Pedro picked up the conversation. "We've been tracking those men for about three months now and we haven't been able to locate their hideout. But we were able to put a GPS tracker on one of their vehicles and I followed them out into the desert last night." He shrugged. "Well, you already know what happened there."

"I would be dead if you had not rescued me. Thank you Pedro."

"That bastard had no right to hurt you like that."

Jennifer looked up. "There are many more of them like him and I know where their hideout is. And you are wrong to think you are safe from them."

CHAPTER 4

Jennifer looked at Senior Paponi. "Can I have another glass? I need to tell you all some things."

"The first glass went down okay? I mean, you're not feeling queasy?" Senior Paponi asked.

"I'm okay I think. I mean it hurts here." She ran her hands gently over the healing bullet hole.

Senior Paponi nodded. "Well, the more you drink the quicker you'll get your strength back and the quicker you will heal. Claudette would you please bring our new friend Jennifer another glass of nourishment?"

Claudette glanced at her watch. "Oh my gosh! Senior Paponi, I have to be on stage in 15 minutes and I haven't put my makeup on or anything."

Senior Paponi's smile was infectious. "Okay Claudette. Perhaps you could find out who is on after you and ask her to bring it."

Claudette turned to Jennifer. "Sorry but I'm running late. It was nice to meet you." Then she hurried out of the room.

Jennifer looked puzzled.

Senior Paponi seemed to understand. "You're in a Cantina Jennifer. Claudette is one of the dancers."

"You mean a Table Dance?"

"Well, in the old days it was called a Cantina but yea."

There was a tap on the door and a scantily clad Latina with large breasts entered with the glass and smiled warmly at Jennifer. "Hola."

Jennifer smiled back this time. "Hola yourself." She took the glass the girl offered and held it up. "What's this?"

"Claudette said I should make it special for you."

"I like it." Jennifer said noting the tiny umbrella and the plastic sword with the speared cherry. "She removed the straw and tilted the glass and drank hungrily, then sat it aside. "Okay like I said. Those men are not what you think they are."

CHAPTER 5

"I was kidnapped about six weeks ago. They shot me with some sort of a tranquilizer dart. When I woke up I was chained to a wall with seven other girls like me. The girl next to me was named Morven said we were in a dungeon underneath the Cathedral of Saint Miguel Arcangel in Camala." Tears sprang to her eyes. "They used medieval torture devices on us every night and starved us to keep us weak. They told us the torture would stop if we confessed."

"Wait a minute; did you say the other girl's name was Morven?" Asked Rhianne. "What did she look like?"

"She was pretty. She had brown hair. One eye was blue as a sapphire; the other was green as an emerald. She wore a tight fitting, oriental silk dress. She looked American.

"Oh my God! Then she's still there?"

"I'm afraid not. They tortured her the night I arrived. They hung her from the ceiling by her wrists, naked and whipped her." Tears streamed down Jennifer's face. "Finally she couldn't take anymore and she signed a confession. They took her to that place in the desert where you found me. That's where the executions take place. We found out later Morven got away somehow. But they will find her and bring her back. They always do."

"They won't find Morven." Rhianne smiled.

"Do you know her?'

"She's my sister." Rhianne went on. "I too was kidnapped and tortured. But the Vampire Hunter who took me preferred the old stake through the heart method of execution. My sister Morven and this wonderful man from Texas by the name of Chuck Cave rescued me. But what's going on here seems very different."

"So Jennifer you were tortured too?" Vanessa asked.

"Yes they stretched me on the rack. It hurt so badly. I confessed to make them stop hurting me. Then they forced me to sign a confession just like they did Morven."

"That you conspired with Satan to become a vampire?' Vanessa asked.

"Yes." Jennifer said in a low voice.

It was Senior Paponi who spoke next. "So, let me get this straight. Those ass holes dress up like priest and kidnap vampire girls. Then the girl is tortured until she confesses she has conspired with Satan to become a Vampire. Which is just bullshit! Then she's forced to sign a confession. Then she's executed by being tied to a rock in the desert to await sunrise? This sounds like the Spanish Inquisition of the 1600s."

"Holy shit." Said Pedro. "That means another girl will be tortured tonight and she's going to be executed at sunrise tomorrow."

"There's more." Jennifer said. "Those men, they really are priest. They were dispatched by a secret branch of the Vatican to rid the world of Vampirism. One of them was slain last year in the USA his name was Malcolm. He's a saint to them."

"Malcome was no saint!" Rhianne said under her breath.

"So why are they only taking only girls?" Vanessa asked.

Jennifer looker her in the eyes and Vanessa saw the shame. "Why do you think?"

"Oh my God!" Said Vanessa. "These aren't celibate Priest are they?"

"Neither were the ones back during the Inquisition," said Senior Paponi angrily. "Lots of babies were born in the Inquisition Prisons. These bastards they got to be stopped!"

CHAPTER 6

Later that night in her bedroom. Rhianne picked up her cell phone and dialed a number in San Antonio, Texas. On the fifth ring the answering machine picked up and said to leave a message.

"Hola Chuck, its Rhianne. Remember the Vampire Hunter that kidnapped me? Malcolm? I think we've found some of his friends. Malcolm was an amateur compared to these guys."

Two minutes later Rhianne snapped her cell phone shut after leaving a detailed message including the location of the Vampire Hunter Priests secret dungeon and the news about Morven.

Rhianne was on her way back to join the others when an explosion tore a hole in the wall in front of her.

About a dozen men dressed like priest holding pistols equipped with silencers rushed into the Cantina.

Claudette was on the stage dancing naked. She screamed as a dart stuck into her breast.

Other topless girls were screaming as they too were shot with darts.

Tables overturned as the customers stampeded toward the exit doors.

Rhianne searched the crowd but could not find Senior Paponi or Pedro or Vanessa.

Then she heard a soft pop and something stuck into her neck.

She reached up and jerked the dart out and turned just in time to see a hooded figure about 10 feet away.

Smoke was curling out of the pistol he had just fired at her.

As she sunk down into darkness her last thought was: "Damnit not again!" 

TO BE CONTINUED

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