At the back door of the church, Bohdan dragged the dead woman from the wagon into the building and unraveled her from the blanket. He tossed the blanket aside, cleaned off the altar and lifted her dead body onto the clean area facing her towards the ceiling. Her head, arms and legs dangled off the sides. He walked back to the supply room and found some tools he had stored and waited for the pastor to show. He told the pastor he needed to meet with him at ten and it was important. He just didn’t know how important. The pastor argued and said they could talk at the house, but Bohdan insisted that they meet at the church.
Before the pastor showed up, Bohdan had something he had to finish. He took the bag of tools and found a knife inside. He approached the altar and stood at the side where the madam’s head was hanging back with her long hair touching the floor. Straddling her head between his legs, Bohdan placed his knife at her lower abdomen and stabbed down hard until he cut through the muscle. He then used an up and down motion to cut her open as he brought the knife closer to her chest. Once he hit her sternum, he cut across making a T that allowed him to split her open and pull her intestines out and drape them over her side and onto the floor.
It was then he heard the pastor call out to him. “What the fuck are you doing!” the pastor yelled.
Bohdan dropped the handful of bowel and turned to face the pastor who was stopped halfway between the front of the church and the altar. “I’m doing the Lord’s work, can’t you see?” Bohdan said with a grin.
“The Lord’s work? You’ve desecrated the altar! Who is that?” the pastor asked. “I don’t know her name, but she runs a brothel upstairs at the saloon.”
“Jane?” the pastor asked.
“You know her?” Bohdan asked. “Yes, I’ve known her for years.”
“Then you’ve known what she’s been doing all this time.” “Everyone knows what she does, but that’s no reason to kill her.”
“I’m sure the Lord is good with it, she was helping men commit adultery. I put an end to that.”
“Nowhere in the bible does Jesus say to kill the sinner. He says to turn the other cheek, to let those without sin cast the first stone. What you have done is commit the ultimate sin of murder.”
“I was doing your God a favor,” Bohdan said. “He wasn’t serious, but was enjoying the debate.
“Only God is the judge, not man. He will do it his way and in his own time. Jesus lived with the sinners, Jesus would never condone what you’ve done.” The pastor said.
Bohdan turned to face the pastor, dripping blood on the floor as he moved. He stabbed the knife into the wood altar and raised his hands to show what he had done. “Too late now, don’t you think?” Bohdan said with a grin.
“I can’t let you continue to murder innocent people,” the pastor said. “You’ve gone too far.”
“I would think killing your wife would have gone too far, but whatever. What are you going to do to me?”
The pastor stepped up closer and thought hard. “I’ll get the sheriff,” he said.
Bohdan didn’t think the pastor had the guts to follow through with his threat, but he needed him to be his patsy and frame him for the other murders. He didn’t need him turning and running off to tattle on him at this moment. “Wait,” Bohdan said.
“For what? I’ve seen enough,” the pastor said. “I want to show you something.”
The pastor hesitated and said, “Show me.” “You need to come closer,” Bohdan said.
“No, you can show me from here. You have a knife and you’ve murdered before.”
Bohdan knew the pastor was onto him. What could he do to stop the pastor from leaving before he finished what he came for in the first place? “I need your help,” Bohdan said, thinking fast.
“Help with what?” the pastor asked. “Your soul is beyond help.” “Not with that, with disposing of her body.”
“You’ve covered my altar with blood, how do you expect to clean that? And what makes you think I’d help you in the first place?”
“You know if you don’t, I’ll do to you what I did to your wife, that Mexican prostitute and Jane, your madam friend here.”
The pastor turned and looked behind him trying to judge how quickly he could escape if he took off running.
“You can run, but I’ll find you eventually. You know what I’m capable of, and if I say I’ll kill you, I mean it. And I can back that up. Turn me into the sheriff and you’ll be dead in a week.”
“Did you drink her blood?” the pastor asked. “Yes, why do you ask?” Bohdan asked.
“What kind of evil creature drinks the blood of another human?”
“I don’t know, the slave that turned me didn’t explain it very well. But I know what I have to have. Now get over here.”
The pastor stepped up closer, knowing that Bohdan was right and that running to the sheriff would not save him from death. As he climbed the steps to the altar, the pastor looked down at Jane who was lying on her back, her belly empty off its contents. “What are you going to do with her?” the pastor asked.
Bohdan picked the knife out of the wood and stabbed it into the pastor’s chest repeatedly until the pastor lie on his back gasping for air. After he died, Bohdan placed the knife in the Pastor’s hand in order to frame him and headed out of the church to alert someone to call the sheriff. It would have been a better plan on a Saturday night, but not everything works out as planned.
The sun burned hot in the sky when the sheriff and his deputies rode up to the pastor’s house looking for the stranger who lived there. There were no visible signs that anyone was there, but the sheriff had a hunch that he would find who he was looking for inside the house. He didn’t need a warrant, it was eighteen seventy five.The sheriff dismounted from his horse and led his three deputies to the front porch. He didn’t think knocking would be a good idea since he didn’t want the strangers trying to escape or shooting at them. He told one of the deputies to go to the back of the house and watch to make sure the stranger didn’t escape. Giving him ample time to get around to the rear, the sheriff opened the front door and led the remaining two deputies inside.What the found was a pine wood coffin setting on the floor in the main room with the lid on.“What the fuck?” Deputy Diller asked. “Why is there a pinewood box in the house?”“He’s a preacher, he does funerals, maybe it has some
Three weeks passed slow for Bohdan who was now a sickly version of what he had been. The constant sunlight flooding his cell and lack of blood left him weak and pale. He was transported to the courthouse covered with a blanket to keep him from burning from the sun and was set up at a table with his public defender attorney Jack Shultis. This was the first time he had contact with his attorney and he knew he didn’t have a chance in hell.Across the room sat the county attorney and prosecutor Ed McDaniel who had been working the area for years and knew the judge well. The room was filled with interested locals who came to see the show and what would happen to the person accused of serial murder in the town of Abilene Kansas.The bailiff looked at his watch and then announced the judge to the courtroom. “All stand for the honorable Judge Stevens,” the bailiff stated and the room rumbled with the sound of the gallery standing while the judge entered the room.“Be seated,” Judge Stevens sa
The local doctor examined Bohdan in his seat and came to the conclusion he was suffering from starvation and dehydration. Neither of which could be resolved without human blood and the doctor didn’t know. Nobody but Bohdan knew. And Bohdan was on the verge of unconsciousness when he reached out and grabbed the doctor by his arm and pulled him in close and sank his fangs into his neck puncturing his artery drinking as fast as he could.The gallery erupted seeing what Bohdan was doing but no one had the insight to stop him from killing the doctor. For a few seconds Bohdan drank from the doctor’s neck in full view of everyone in the courtroom until he dropped the doctor on the floor in a heap. Bohdan leaned back in his chair, blood draining from his mouth feeling the rush of nourishment fill his body. Then he felt a strike to the back of his head and fell face first onto the desk. The bailiff had finally come over to stop Bohdan and made sure he didn’t attack anyone else.Bohdan was drag
The vibration from the tram could be felt through the floor but the sound of the car itself was silent. Once again, for the twelfth time since lunch, a tourist car pulled up to the Plexiglas side of Bohdan’s cell and stopped so the ticket holders could get a look at the prison’s most famous resident. Bohdan the Vampire Ripper. Housed at this prison facility for over a hundred and thirty years, Bohdan had become the most famous resident of this now privately owned business.Built near Topeka in eighteen eighty, the state owned prison was sold to New Systems Corrections Inc. in nineteen ninety three. It was then retrofitted to hold a tram line that could navigate through the building stopping at cells to let paid tourists view the inmates. Inmates that were now exclusively vampires. The venture was akin to a zoo, or a theme park that allowed visitors to view the attractions from a safe distance. Each cell had one side fitted with a Plexiglas that faced the tram and allowed the visitors
The lead guard opened the door and led Bohdan to a seat on the opposite side of the warden’s desk. He was left in his chains and surrounded by the guards on each side and behind.“Hello Bohdan,” the warden said. Her name was Kathy Coyle, a fifty something skinny witch with long thin grey hair.“What can I do for you Kathy,” Bohdan said. “Call me warden,” Kathy replied.“Fuck you Kathy,” Bohdan replied. He had no respect for her at all, and didn’t really care what she thought about it. “What does my favorite lesbian queen bitch want today?”“I want you to stop hiding in your cell, we have paying customers who drove a long way and paid good money to see you.”“I know, I’m your number one cash cow around here. If it weren’t for me, you’d have no theme park/zoo at all.”“Don’t flatter yourself, people will come from all over to see a prison filled with vampire criminals. You’re just the topping on the cake.”“I’m the cake, and you can’t make me do anything, cunt,” Bohdan said with a grin.
Cara Scott RN entered Tadpole’s Bar and Grill dressed like a slut. She was on a mission and knew exactly how to get what she wanted, she just needed to find the right person to do it. The bar was filled with employees from the prison, guards, grounds, kitchen, maintenance, you name it, and there were there to party. She was looking for a particular guy from the maintenance department named Steve Grant who she only knew from work from afar, mainly passing each other in the halls.Inside the bar, she quickly scanned the busy room and found a full table where Steve was sitting with a group of guards from the prison. She did her best to ready herself and strolled past the table on her way to the bathroom finding an excuse to run into Steve. When she approached the table, she slowed down, smiled and waved at the group at the table and made the comment, “There isn’t a place to sit anywhere in here.” She knew that would be all it took to get an invite to the table. The table was mostly men w
“I don’t suppose you’d come look at mine would you? I can’t get my thermostat to work right.”“Yeah, I could take a look if you want.” “Do you have time now?” Cara asked.Steve grinned and looked at Cara like she was nuts. It was late on a Friday night and they were having a party, and she wanted him to look at her thermostat. Either she was having some real air conditioning problems or she was horny as hell and looking for an easy lay. “Yeah, I suppose. I probably shouldn’t be driving right now.”“That’s fine, I can take you,” Cara said.Steve hesitated for a moment and started to get up when one of the women sitting next to him spoke up. Her name was Lisa Miller. “If you’re that hard up for cock, maybe you should pay a prostitute.”“Excuse me?” Cara asked. She was offended and pissed.“Thermostat? How lame of an excuse do you need to get Steve in your bed? Don’t you think your boyfriend will get pissed?” Lisa was drunk and unable to filter herself.“My boyfriend is none of your busi
On Monday’s the trams don’t run, it’s the one day of the week when traffic was slow so they decided to use the day for cleaning and maintenance. Because of this, the inmates were given the hours in the yard to themselves as a way to unwind and socialize. Like any other prison, the yard segregated itself into factions based on anything from race, politics to sexual preferences. Bohdan always sat alone on a bench near the entrance door. He had no friends, chose not to make any and today was no different. Then a small group approached him. The skinheads.“Rumor is you stood up to the warden,” the lead skinhead said. His name was Thor Anderson and looked as bleached white as any vampire could be. Covered with dark, thick tattoos that showed his allegiance to his views, he was an intimidating man with no fear. At least no fear you could see.Bohdan raised his arms and showed the bandages. “It didn’t end well,” he replied.“I give you credit for standing up to that black bitch,” Thor said p