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The Legends Vampiles: The Legends of the Vampiles
The Legends Vampiles: The Legends of the Vampiles
The Legends Vampiles: The Legends of the Vampiles
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Mytholical absolute spellbinding Vampiles is the vimpire Harry Potter a epic story that readers just can't put down from gore to love this novel is the new and old phase of vampires.

Are vampires evil or a creation of god this book makes its reader think even about creation.
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PublisherAuthorHouse
Release dateJul 19, 2012
ISBN9781463427757
The Legends Vampiles: The Legends of the Vampiles
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James M. Roberts

Dr. Roberts’ research is interdisciplinary and involves fundamental, clinical, behavioral and epidemiological studies. He has been involved in several seminal studies of preeclampsia including the recognition of preeclampsia as involving endothelial dysfunction and being more than hypertension in pregnancy. He currently is involved in global health research as part of the Global Pregnancy Collaboration, a consortium of 40 centers world-wide that facilitates collaborative research. He is a co-investigator on studies in Brazil and South Africa. He chaired the ACOG Hypertension Task Force and was co-chair of the NHLBI NIH workshop on research on pregnancy hypertension.

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    The Legends Vampiles - James M. Roberts

    Contents

    I Heard a Soft Song

    A Lesson in Royalty

    Ravaone’s Revenge

    Hail to the King

    Let’s All Be Friends

    Joy to the Vampiles

    We’re having a Ball

    Ready or Not,

    Here Comes Baby

    Invasion of the Ten Kingdoms

    The Vampires:

    Thank You Jesus

    The Impaler’s Revenge

    I Heard a Soft Song

    How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most high. Isaiah: 14:12-14.

    He remembered that scripture, in fact, Victor Drac knew just about every verse contained within the King James Version of the bible by heart. He had recited this scripture and many others like them, hoping, no praying that maybe, just maybe he and the many others like him would one day be forgiven or at least be allowed to find some form of redemption for their great sin. It felt like eons ago, but he knew they had still been guilty of committing the sin. Every day, Victor was reminded of his foolish decision. The shame never left him; the sadness, the sorrow, but most of all the horror of what he had lost. He suddenly came wide awake. His sharp hearing had been assaulted by the loud crackling of lightening and then the even louder boom of the not too distant thunder. Victor stared into the darkness, the rain began to fall.

    Victor slowly closed his eyes again. One of the benefits of being a Vampile was his unique hearing ability. Rain falling to the average person might sound soothing, but to a Vampile it sounded absolutely magnificent. He could distinctly hear each drop as it hit the ground or a soft blade of grass. It sounded even better when a light breeze accompanied it. Such a rainfall would all but lull Victor into a trance. He stood and walked to the window to watch it. As he peered out the window he was again reminded of who he was and what he had once been. A strong sense of sadness enveloped him as he gazed out the window. In the window’s reflection he could see the furniture in his beautiful living room, the pictures hanging on the wall, his wet bar just off to the right and the half full bottle of bourbon sitting on top of the bar. No matter how often he looked out the window and saw reflections, he knew that he would never be able to see his. He was unable to see himself in a mirror, a lake, or anything that could reflect his image back to him. If he had been able to see his image, he would have seen a slender man standing almost six feet six inches in height. His well-groomed hair was neatly cut and combed back. He had a pronounced jaw-line with a thin mustache just above his small, thin, pink lips. His most impressive feature was his eyes. Most individuals believed that his dark violet, almost midnight black eyes were beautiful and sexy. Others felt that they hid a dark storm; that if it were ever fully unleashed upon the world, it would be worst than any plague or storm the world might know.

    Victor had never been a man who searched for trouble; in fact, he went out of his way to avoid it. However, some had made the fatal mistake of knocking on his door with some unfortunate incident that caused them to regret that he had answered their knock. Acute senses had been endowed upon the Vampiles, who were an elite form of a vampire. Vampiles were different from vampires because they had always been Vampiles from the beginning. Vampires were human beings who had been turned into a vampire. Subsequently, vampires were sometimes referred to as the Breeds.

    Victor was one of the leaders of the collectives (Vampiles) and as a leader one of the first mandates he had received had been to never turn any human being into a vampire. The mandate had been necessary so as not to damn humans with the curse that they themselves had brought into this world. There were many rules the Vampiles had to abide by. He would never forget the tragic results of one rule. At least once every three months it was necessary for a Vampile to ingest human blood. Victor could still remember his first thirst for blood. His entire body had felt on fire; he had been dizzy and had trouble standing. He could still feel the pain of that night so many years ago. It seemed to come naturally to him. All of a sudden he could hear her voice, so soft, so sweet, yes, oh so sweet. He had finally realized that it had not been her voice he heard, but the sound of her heart beating and the pulsation of her veins. The pain began increasing and he had to do it right then.

    In a flash, Victor had found her; he sank his fangs into her neck, oh God! It felt so good. That feeling was nothing compared to what happened next. When he felt the first gush of blood, then the rush as it ran quickly from her veins; he became lightheaded. He could hear his own breathing, but the pain, the pain, was drifting peacefully away. Victor held onto her for dear life. He fell against a building, but kept an iron clad grip on her. He did not hear her screams, her cries, her pleas for God’s forgiveness as she felt her life drain away. No, he was only aware of how good it felt.

    As quickly as it had begun, it was over. Victor released his hold on her and the young woman slumped lifelessly to the ground. He remembered it all now; he had slid down the side of the building and had fallen on the ground next to her. When he had awakened from his almost drunken stupor the horror of what had just occurred hit Victor like a sharp blow to the chest. He fell to his knees staring down at the young woman whose life he had so carelessly stolen. He cradled her in his arms and rocked her as if she had been a new born baby. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared into the lifeless eyes of the beautiful young flower that he had picked, oh too soon. He was a monster. He scurried on his knees to another dark corner of the building and threw up some of the blood he had just ingested. He felt sick to his stomach; he didn’t know what to do. He did the only thing he could; he went back to the woman and closed her eyes. Still crying, he looked down at her and pleaded for forgiveness. I have never done anything like this before. I was not always like this, I was once . . . he couldn’t even say it. It was as if he would disgrace the order by saying so. Victor placed his face in his hands and wept. All he could do was to whisper a small prayer for her and again ask for her forgiveness; he got up and walked away. Walking fast he soon reached the outskirts of town and ran into the forest. He could hear the town start to awaken. He heard the first terrified screams coming from the townspeople. The yelling and screaming for help was deafening. Dogs began barking and people were clambering about to see what had happened. Victor froze, he heard a heart wrenching scream; there was no doubt who had made it. The scream had come from the young woman’s mother. He leaned against a tree in order to steady himself. He felt he should stay and listen. He should be punished in some way even if he had to listen to a mother’s sorrow. Victor was unable to bear it, he sank to his knees, put his hands over his ears attempting to drown out the screams, but he couldn’t. He still can’t. He tried to shake the sound of her cries out of his head today and could not. He whispered to both mother and daughter, both long since dead, I’m sorry. Please forgive me.

    Victor leaned his head against the window as he remembered that night. He still found himself sometimes sitting straight up in bed, at night, crying and sweating, trying not to remember. He knew he had no right to forget, he should always remember, he had to, he deserved to. As he leaned against the window he wondered how he had become such a monster. He laughed each time he asked himself that question; which had been everyday of his existence. However, he didn’t really need an answer because he already knew. He’d heard the rumors, the whispers in the wind, and he had heard all the legends, but he knew the truth about their true origins.

    For Victor and those like him, it had begun with a soft song. He had never spoken in words only in song. His songs had been the most entrancing ever to be heard. The music was capable of lifting one’s soul into the heavenly sphere. Victor had become addicted to the music. It was always soft and melodious. It would actually leave you feeling giddy. It was akin, Victor thought, to what humans might feel when they were high. Nothing he had heard since ever matched the soft beautiful sounds produced by the one who had once been known as the angel of light; Lucifer. Victor began swaying slowly side to side, still hearing the strains of the soft, peaceful, beautiful, music. It had been so haunting. But slowly gradually the music had begun to change. At first the change had been so gradual that it had hardly been noticed. But the music had been different. It had not been music of hope, joy, love, peace, or happiness; no it had been a song of seduction. He could not stop himself; he had been hopelessly enchanted by it.

    He wondered how he could have let it happen. He had once been counted among the angels. Victor believed that he and those like him were among the greatest corps of the arc angels. They possessed something the others did not; the swords of liquid fire. Only the senior arc angels had been given the special swords. Victor remembered the feeling of joy he had experienced when he stood before the father and put forth his hands; he then crouched on one knee, and was given his sword. Only the senior arc angels, only the seniors, he softly cried. Victor smiled as he thought back and visualized his long white robe embroidered with gold. He remembered that when he had stretched his wings, they would span from one end of heaven to the next; yes they had felt just that long. He raised his arms as if he were about to take flight. When the arc angels received their swords, they had also received special orders; let forth your swords of liquid fire; touch the darkness with your swords and let the light separate itself from the darkness. Then they were given another order: touch your swords together towards the sky and let them bring forth stars to light the skies. Victor’s chest heaved forward as he remembered with pride, a great pride, what he and the others had been allowed to be a part of. Victor, with his eyes closed and tears now streaming down, reached his empty hand to the sky, feeling, wanting, needing, his beautiful, liquid sword of fire.

    There was a loud thunder clap from outside, but Victor Drac did not hear it, instead he heard the voice of the father, the son, and the spirit, call out one last order: take your swords and touch them together at your feet, let the world be formed, where man shall walk, let the animals come forth, to be meat for men. Circle the areas with your swords so the oceans, lakes, and rivers shall be formed, separate the mountains from the valleys and the oceans from the lands that man might walk upon the land, while other creatures will live in the rivers and the seas. They were directed to the valley and the angels were ordered to point their swords together towards the valley, so that it would become lusciously green. The sweetest lakes and rivers would be formed, and animals would be plentiful. Finally, they were ordered to touch their swords together as one, a light from their, swords flashed quickly then it was done; among their work was a large beautiful tree. The tree’s leaves were bright green, its branches reached all the way to heaven itself. It contained luscious berries, and huge red apples. We shall call it the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. The angels looked at the tree and nodded their heads; together they said, It is done.

    Yes, he remembered those deeds clearly; Victor Drac had been a part of creation itself, yet in a moment of weakness, no stupidity was more like it, he had permitted himself to be seduced. After witnessing the birth of creation, the actual formation of light from the darkness, how could he have let himself be so easily seduced by the music? The strange part was that he had once been one of the most loyal of all the angels and to tell the truth, he had never really trusted Lucifer, never wanted anything to do with him. But he like many others had fallen easily under Lucifer’s seductive songs. A meeting had been secretly arranged or so they had thought. He attended while trying to convince himself that he had attended just to listen to the mesmerizing music. Strangely, the meeting had not been about music. As Victor looked around there were so many, he could not count the number. For the first time, in all the eons that Victor had known him, Lucifer began to speak. He spoke about how unfairly they were being treated, that man had been created to replace the angels, and that their time was growing short. But, Lucifer said softly, even beautifully, I believe we can take back what is and what should have rightfully been ours from the beginning; everything! Lucifer’s face grew stern and cold. Victor remembered his facial expression clearly. He had never feared Lucifer before, now he did. For the first time in his long life, Victor saw Lucifer show his true power. Victor had to admit that he had grossly underestimated Lucifer. He could tell that many others surrounding him were thinking exactly the same thing. Victor realized that Lucifer had skillfully strung them along, awaiting his moment to strike; this had been that moment. As

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