MY HATCH POCKET JOURNAL, BILLY COY [mobi reader TXT] 📗

gloomy and sad looking. Madia on the other hand was not at all bothered. “Gentlemen,” she peacefully waved them off as she smiled and cat-walked into the bathroom and shut herself in. She too had a Russian accent.

Marshal picked up Willow’s trousers, which he was standing next to and threw it to him. Willow put on his trousers. “Where are those clowns that were supposed to guard the door?” Willow screamed out angrily. He seemed not to be letting go of the frustration any time soon, besides his “pipi” was still hard at attention. How could he be cool…? “Yee… those clowns,” replied Marshal, “I am sorry I had to beat them up on my way here.” Willow picked up the rest of his clothes from the floor, one by one and put them back on.

“Back to serious business,” Marshal continued; his face emphatic. “We have to talk!”

“Less talk in my office,” said Willow. He then led the way out of the bedroom to his office which was other three closed rooms away from his bedroom. The hallway was so quiet and disserted.


The office was also a specious room, well organized, a chandelier up on the ceiling that provided light, and the chairs before the big and thick desk and that behind it were grand; they were all like a king’s thrown, but that behind the desk was bigger and had more detail on it: a sculptures of a roaring lion’s face at either arm rests and another sculpture of a charged vampire’s face on top of the back rest of the chair. Both chairs and desk were wooden. The chairs had soft sponge covered under a leather black skin, at the sitting and back part. There were two human skeleton heads hung apart, with an axe in-between them on the wall behind Willow’s chair.

Into the office, Marshal right away took a seat before the desk and Willow walked to his book-self, pressed a switch that slid the book-shelf aside and opened up a door that led down to his wine cellar; from there he picked up one bottle, came back with it to his office, and the door behind him and the book-shelf shut themselves automatically as soon as he had stepped passed them. He served Marshal and himself wine in two separate glasses, brought a glass to Marshal and took the other in his hand as he walked at the back of his desk and took a sip on the wine as he sat down. He looked relaxed at this point. “So what are we to talk about Mr. Officer,” he inquired gently.

“We had a deal,” said Marshal, “You keep your gangs off my streets and we shall both attain our goals quietly.”

“That I’ve tried Mr. Officer,” replied Willow, so carelessly and freely, his hands swung in open space. “But you know, building an empire is not easy, and besides,” he continued, “Your gangs are more stubborn.”

Marshal lean forward, his finger pointed at willow. “My gangs as you call them are the police,” he said emphatically, “They’re required to keep law and order...”


Willow chipped in, “You also know how delicious human blood is don’t you agree, sir?”

Marshal in silence, just leaned back in the chair, took a long sip on the wine and stuck his tough look toward Willow, who was by this time smiling gently and lightly and sipping on his wine too.

They seemed to be on the same road but on different pages at this point in time; Marshal was visibly not at all amused that Willow was taking everything as a joke. He got up from the chair and put his empty glass on the desk. “You will hear from me!” he said. Still smiling easily, Willow replied, “Is that a threat Mr. Officer?”

Without another word spoken Marshal continued out of the office. Willow remained smiling and sipping on his wine. “I touched a nerve, didn’t I Mr. Officer,” he whispered to himself.

Despite of a fore warning from the police chief, Willow’s men kept causing havoc in and around the streets of Can city; they killed people for blood, for their survival and they also did other crimes like rape and bank robbery. Although Marshal and Willow were buddies (birds of the same feather), Marshal had no choice: if Willow could not keep his rats (men) off the street or order them from being bandits and crooks, he (Marshal) had to order his policemen to hunt them down and kill or arrest them. This didn’t go down well with Willow. And so it was declared a reprisal by both parties, if either side was aggravated by destroying either one of their members. The police were after the vampires and they too were on their backs.

Bob was not to let the vampires in Can city make the lives of its vulnerable citizens violated and put to the mercy of maniacs. He was up in arms to destroy them too (the vampires).


On one cold evening in an isolated street alley an old lady who was most probably from work headed home came across her death. As she walked five charged vampires from various street corners approached her from behind. She was startled. She turned round on hearing their animal-like roar while they walked towards her, her grocery bags fell on the ground and the grocery spread all over. She tried to escape but they all grabbed her before she ran even a single step away.

From the top of a four storied building, all clad in black, Bob jumped over, his long coat spread in the air and he landed ten feet away from the vampires. His eyes behind shades, he looked macho.

When he hit the ground, the vampires smelled danger for themselves, they right away let go of the old lady who by this time was shivering all over her body and crying; sweet ran down her face and her eyes were scared-dilated.

Bob stood silently back and all the vampires charged towards him; they confronted him: they all jumped in the air toward him, and before they could get to him, he was already in the air too. He took kicks to two and punches to the other three. The old lady looked on. The vampires fell back on the ground and slide next to the old lady’s feet and she shook in fright, running away from them. Bob landed back on the ground well gripped on his feet.

“Get out of here, right now,” he ordered.

But the vampires disobeyed and confronted him with much anger and vengeance: their canines grew longer and shaper and their eyes turned green. Their bodies grew hairy and their fingernails extended outwards: they were strong, sharp and long.

Bob took them on at once and beat them up like little puppies. He went out of the way of one’s punch, moved fast behind it and snapped its


neck and kicked the other two, right under their chins. They all fell to the ground as he kicked the remaining two into their chests, and they too fell back on the ground leaving the blood that came running out of their mouths to fly forward into the air and finally spilled on the ground.

With all the five down and dead, their bodies disappeared off in a green flash light. That got the old lady further frightened and she ran off at once. Bob remained standing and watched the old lady get away. He thereafter ran and climbed fast onto the building’s wall with only his feet and hands. A police patrol car arrived at the scene but the two cops in it saw nothing there.

“Was she out of her mind?” said the male cop.

The female cop saw Bob get onto the roof of the building and getting away. She then said, “I guess the old lady was not mistaken after all.”

Have you seen anything?” asked the male cop.

“No sir, not even a bird,” she replied while smiling.

The male cop smiled too. “Why a bird?” wondered the male cop. He then drove off.

In a decent neighborhood at the center of Can city was a little girl of special importance.

“Rachel will you get downstairs, can’t you hear your father horn for a thousand time now,” said Anna, Rachel’s mother, a thirty year old brunette.

Rachel came running down stairs with her schoolbag on her back. Her father honked again, twice. She ran through the open door to the car and her mother followed after shutting the door.


“What took you guys long,” inquired Tom, Rachel’s father, a dark skinned mid-thirty year old banker.

Rachel got in the back sit of the car with her brother and her mother sat in front. “It was your daughter,” said Anna. Tom drove off.
“Have you also started applying makeup like your mother,” joked Tom. His wife patted on his shoulder while smiling. “That’s not fair,” said
Anna.

“No daddy,” replied Rachel.

In the middle of the night, in a hollow cave room, convened the vampire specie. In hundreds they stood before a pulpit on which Willow and Madia, his girlfriend, stood. Willow was addressing them. They all wore black gowns with their hoods covering their heads, including Willow and Madia.

“We have to get this girl!” Willow spoke out loud and strongly. And the whole place was filled with humming from the rest of the listeners, with their hands clenched into fists and arms raised and pushed up and down in the air, for every massive hum.
“Nobody will stop us, she’s our salvation,” Willow spoke emphatically. The humming and pushing their arms up and down continued. Madia
and Willow kissed and joined hands while looking back at their
congregation.

On a rainy night, Bob was having dinner with his godfather Matt. They spoke of eliminating Willow and his vampire gang off the face of earth once and for all and reasoned out some pending issues too.

“The police is after them too but are not doing enough,” said Bob.


“In the twist of events,” said Matt, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Marshal was in it too.”

“You could be right, said Bob, “Come to think about it: how could
Willow and Madia have escaped that fire…”

“…Unless Marshal got them out before they could burn to ashes,” Matt interrupted.

“He was the only one who knew about it,” said Bob. “…Nobody else,” Matt supplemented.
It was obvious that there was much work that awaited Bob and Matt
when it came to eliminating Willow, Madia and their vampire gang. The puzzle was far from being finished. There was still much digging and evaluation to be done.

At the Spencer’s there was a small part going on. It was Rachel’s brother’s eighth birthday and a few family and friends were invited. Simple home-feel music was being played and the invitees were interacting amongst each other. It was a warm home party.

The birthday boy was playing in the living-room area with some friends. Rachel on the other hand was