The pastor’s wife’s funeral was held early in the day, leaving him alone to lead bible class in the evening, which he had scheduled at Bohdan’s request. Bohdan grieved that the pastor’s wife was slain without him feeding off of her, therefore he was now in need of fresh blood. At least once a week, he needed to eat, and today the pastor brought fresh meat to the table.
As the class was being held in the back of the church for a small number of individuals, Bohdan concealed there. A group that the pastor believed the vampire would target well. The pastor, enraged over the killing of his wife, was forced to carry out the instructions of the vampire who had killed her and left her to hang in the public square.
Bohdan heard the pastor say a closing prayer before the lesson ended, which was supposed to last for an hour. The pastor was supposed to leave one person behind so that Bohdan could kill the victim and consume their blood. Bohdan kept an eye on the doorway, waiting for the pastor to ask someone to stay. Two families, four adults, three girls, and one boy made up the mixed-gender group. Bohdan desired a female, always favoring ladies above males.
All of the bible study participants left the church’s main room and started out the main door as the audience dispersed. As time passed, Bohdan’s confusion turned to rage since the pastor had left one of the girls behind. Bohdan opened the entrance and entered the church behind the altar when the space was free. He then looked around the room in search of the pastor but was unable to locate him.
The pastor entered the room and said, “Don’t worry, I have one coming back. Bohdan questioned, “Which one?”
Pastor: “Angela,” he said. “The eldest daughter is returning home to pick up a book. I asked her to demonstrate it for me.
How long will it take, good?
She lives three miles away; you may wait while she drives back; it will take her an hour.
“It’s getting late; do you think her parents will let her go out alone at night? What if she travels back with her father? Bohdan enquired.
“I can’t help it. I did as I promised when I said I’d find you parishioners to slaughter. That is none of my business how you go about it.
A grown guy can’t be easily killed, and he will have assistance from his daughter, who will also be present.
“You don’t know that; she probably won’t come with anyone else. Before you arrived, at least, there wasn’t much crime in this area, the priest added.
It took Angela two hours to return to the church by herself. She entered the building while clutching a book, opening the main door in search of the pastor. He was reading in his office when she turned around to look for him. In an effort to avoid startling the man, she said, “Pastor.”
As the girl called out the pastor, he leapt and laughed. I apologize, Angela; I didn’t hear you enter. “I see you have the book I requested,” she said.
Angela put the book on the pastor’s desk and said, “Sure.” “I apologize for being late; I had to assist my mum with some household duties.”
That’s what a good child does, so no problem there.
Angela noticed a tall man waiting at the doorway as she turned to exit. She exhaled heavily and put a hand to her chest. She said, “Excuse me, I didn’t hear you behind me.”
Bohdan blocked Angela from leaving the room by placing a hand on either side of the doorway. He initially remained silent while watching the girl and assessing her for a meal.
Angela tried to get the stranger to talk, saying, “I don’t think we’ve met before.” The enigmatic man introduced himself as Bohdan.
Do you have any local relatives? In an effort to start a discussion, Angela asked. Bohdan answered icily, “No.
The man continued to block Angela’s exit with a hand on either side of the door while she waited for him to move away from the entryway. As soon as it started to feel awkward, the girl turned to the pastor for advice. Angela told the pastor, “I have to go,” and then turned to gaze at the outsider, expecting him to move aside. He refused. She said, “Excuse me sir, may I get past you?”
Bohdan hesitated before stepping aside so the girl could pass. Bohdan put a hand on her breast as she walked by and squeezed so forcefully that the girl recoiled in terror.
Why are you doing that? Angela enquired.
Bohdan answered, “I haven’t been with a lady in months.
“How could you touch me in such a way! And in the house of God! Angela retorted angrily. She looked to the priest for support, but he sat motionless, giving Bohdan the floor. The preacher exuded trepidation and fear.
Angela was approached by Bohdan, who reached out to grasp her by the collar of her dress. Before he could take a hold of her, she retreated. Don’t attempt to elude me, Bohdan said. “You don’t want me to be furious, and if you fight, I’ll be very angry. Do you comprehend?
Angela turned to face the pastor, who was seated at his desk in the adjacent room. Pastor, help me!” exclaimed Angela. The preacher remained silent and made no comment.
He won’t assist you, according to Bohdan. No one will assist you at this time, so you might as well follow my advice.
Do you think I’ll consent to being raped? Angela enquired.
Bohdan commanded, “Take off your clothing.” He didn’t raise his voice and was succinct and direct.
Angela answered, “I won’t. She begged the pastor, “Minister, please do something.”
With a smile, Bohdan replied, “He put this up. “Take your clothing off, and it won’t hurt as much.”
The pastor’s attitude made it clear to Angela that the stranger was correct. She was put in the path of this stranger who was now about to rape her in the church by the person she relied on for direction and comfort. She considered running out the front door, but she felt she had little chance of escape the stranger’s hands. She lifted her dress up over her head and then let go of it, dropping it to the ground. Then, in front of the foreigner and the pastor, she undressed and stood there. The pastor, who was now facing away, was unable to see what was going on. Angela wished the minister a joyful life.
The next day, a body hanging over a fence post at the edge of town was identified as Angela’s, who had been eviscerated. With scant information, sheriff Jim Greenwood suddenly had to deal with three killed and dismembered woman as well as an incensed and terrified population. The sheriff received word that the community had taken notice of the visitor and had expressed concern that he might be the person he should be keeping an eye out for. Other than the fact that the pastor’s wife and a parishioner were both churchgoers, the other ladies had no obvious link to one another. The prostitute was an isolated incident with no obvious relationship to the other women. Unless all three could be traced to the stranger.The pastor was working in The back feeding his animals when the sheriff arrived at the pastor’s house by motorcycle. He attracted the pastor’s notice, got off his horse, and walked over to the neighborhood minister of the gospel. The sheriff greeted the pastor by extending his
Bohdan returned to the saloon driving a horse pulled wagon. The wagon was empty except for a few sacks of grain covered by a blanket and some tools. He pulled the wagon behind the saloon and tied the horses up to a rail by the back door. The wagon set just under the second floor windows and was well hidden in the dark of the evening.When he knew the wagon was secure, Bohdan walked around the side of the building and entered trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Most of the patrons at the bar noticed the stranger right away and now knew a little of him from when he first arrived in town a few weeks ago. Bohdan looked around and watched the nude dancers grind on the willing men who were paying for lap dances. For a moment he took in the show, but he needed to get on with the business he came for. He turned and headed up the stairs by the front door to the apartment of the madam he had met once before.As he headed up the stairs, all eyes were upon him, and this was exactly what he
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 th
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.