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  The Box Set:

  The Vampire Redemption Series.

  Parts 1 to 4.

  Conrad Powell

  Copyright 2011

  First World Publishing

  New York

  The Box Set includes:

  The Vampire’s Redemption – The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 1:

  A town mob attacks a Vampire named Victor Saul when he is observed biting the town’s children who face a virulent epidemic.

  The Vampire’s Conception – The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 2: This short story details the fall of Adonari, A Holy Angel, from heaven when he assisted Lucifer in the attempted overthrow of The Almighty. He fell to earth and became Vampire Victor Saul.

  The Vampire’s Salvation – The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 3: Vampire Victor Saul, falls out of favor with the Kingdom of Darkness and is saved by The Almighty.

  The Vampire’s Light at Dawn – The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 4: Victor Saul’s redemption is complete and he attempts to rescue Vander and Angela from the clutches of the Kingdom of Darkness.

  THE STORY CONTINUES - SOLD SEPARATELY:

  The Vampire’s Apostle – The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 5:

  Lucifer’s only son, the Vampire’s Apostle has developed an incantation that has allowed the Vampire’s in flesh form to reach as far as the Little Dipper Constellation. If the Vampire’s Apostle is not stopped then his next landing is Heaven where he will assist his father in a second takeover bid of the celestial throne.

  (COMING SOON) – The Vampire’s Celebration – Part 6

  (COMING SOON) – The Vampire’s Prophet – Part 7

  (COMING SOON) – The Vampire’s Ascension – Part 8

  1. Additional Works by Conrad Powell:

  Short Stories:

  The Walking Men: A Holocaust short story about 7 Jews on death row at the hands of their own community on the eve of the end of WWII.

  Osama bin Laden is Not Dead: How President Barack Obama Faked Osama’s Death: Osama bin Laden is dead, so they say. If Barack Obama wanted to fake Osama’s death this is how he would have done it.

  Nikolas Sander and The Leviathan’s Whisper – Part 1: A young boy is transported back to the time of Adam and Eve after drinking the tears of the crucifix that cried at his local church. When he steps on the scene in Genesis, he was too late to stop Eve from eating the forbidden fruit but he is able to stop Adam. God kicks Eve out of Eden, gives Adam a new wife and Nikolas must use his new found powers to help Adam battle Leviathan and the Children of Eve.

  Betrayal – The Betrayal Series – Part 1 : A tragic car accident weaves the lives of a man, his wife and two lovers in what can only be describes as a love square.

  All Titles are available for purchase wherever e-books are sold.

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  2. Table of Contents:

  1. Additional Works by Conrad Powell:

  2. Table of Contents:

  3. Credits:

  4. Author’s Note:

  5. The Story - Part 1: The Vampire’s Redemption. The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 1.

  6. The Story - Part 2: The Vampire’s Conception. The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 2.

  7. The Story - Part 3: The Vampire’s Salvation. The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 3.

  8. The Story - Part 4: The Vampire’s Light at Dawn. The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 4.

  9. Bonus Excerpt #1: The Vampire’s Apostle. The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 5.

  10. Bonus Excerpt #2: Nikolas Sander and The Leviathan’s Whisper.

  11. Bonus Excerpt #3: Betrayal – The Betrayal Series – Part 1.

  12. Bonus Excerpt #4: Osama bin Laden is Not Dead. How President Barack Obama Faked Osama’s Death.

  13. Special Offer: Email Conrad Powell at [email protected]

  14. Coming Soon: Upcoming Titles From Conrad Powell’s Desk.

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  3. Credits:

  For Anita and Matthew Powell.

  The reasons for my late nights of writing.

  The Box Set: The Vampire Redemption Series - Copyright © Conrad Powell 2011

  The Vampire’s Redemption – The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 1 - Copyright © Conrad Powell 2011

  The Vampire’s Conception – The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 2 - Copyright © Conrad Powell 2011

  The Vampire’s Salvation – The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 3 - Copyright © Conrad Powell 2011

  The Vampire’s Light at Dawn – The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 4 - Copyright © Conrad Powell 2011

  The Vampire’s Ascension– The Vampire Redemption Series – Part 5 - Copyright © Conrad Powell 2012

  DISCLAIMER:

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior permission of the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Photographs for The Box Set- The Vampire Redemption Series and Each Cover Photograph of Parts 1-4 of the said Series by Ivan Bliznetsov.

  Conrad Powell’s Email: [email protected]

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  4. Author’s Note:

  These stories could not be done without the assistance of my lovely editor and typist Anita Rowe. Her comments were priceless.

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  5. The Story – Part 1:

  The Vampire’s Redemption

  The Vampire Redemption Series –

  Part 1.

  By Conrad M. Powell.

  Copyright 2011 Conrad M. Powell.

  “Don't touch me,” said Little Jenny Johnson to her irritating paramour. He reached across the school lunch table and pulled her long blonde hair. The 7th Graders of Mount Redlock Valley High School were having their lunch.

  “I can't stand you Jenny Jenny,” said Little Tyler Maddox as he pulled her hair again.

  Jenny, turning a whiter shade of pale, grabbed her lunch tray stocked with two hotdogs, a pile of beans, a medium salad and the ubiquitous box of chocolate milk and went to another table.

  “Jenny, don't leave me girl,” said Treesha Downer, her best friend, who jumped up as well and ran with her tray to catch up with her friend.

  “Tyler is such a jerk that's why he a-”

  They formed “L” shapes with their fingers and planted it on their foreheads.

  “Loser,” they said and laughed. The kids at the new table stopped eating and laughed at Tyler.

  They eyeballed him and flashed the “Loser” sign repeatedly. Tyler turned red.

  “Girl, if it wasn't for his ten dollar allowance that you always take from him, we would have gotten rid of him a long time ago,” said Treesha. Jenny flashed a grin.

  “I know,” said Jenny. As they sat a cold wind burst through the cafeteria’s open window.

  Jenny devoured her hotdog and drank her chocolate milk.

  Treesha looked at Jenny who was turning blue.

  “Girl, you're blue,” said Treesha.

  “No, I'm not sad. I can't let Tyler get me down.”

  “Seriously, you are blue as in B, L, U, E. Really, blue as in your face looks like a smurf,” said Treesha.

  Jenny looked at her hands and noticed that she was indeed turning blue. She jumped up and let out a gr
and sneeze that sprayed a large vapor mist of saliva around the lunchroom. It reached far and wide touching the more than One Hundred 7th Graders at Mount Redlock Valley High. The students inhaled.

  Jenny rushed to the girl's bathroom and Treesha went after her. As Jenny darted for the basin in the bathroom, a shadow flashed past the large bathroom window. Treesha saw it.

  “Whoa,” said Treesha as a cold chill ran up her spine then down her leg.

  Jenny popped her head up from the basin where she was vomiting.

  “What?” said Jenny as she looked in the mirror. She noticed that Treesha, who was standing behind her, was also turning blue.

  “Did you see that?” said Treesha who failed to notice that she was also turning blue.

  “Treesh,” said Jenny looking into Treesha's eyes through the mirror's reflection. “You're blue too.”

  Treesha took her eyes off the window and stared at her reflection in the mirror. The shadow moved from outside the window and formed the image of a man. The man was behind the girls. He appeared as if from nowhere.

  Treesha sneezed and dashed to vomit in the other basin. Treesha regurgitated her beans and hotdog lunch into the second basin.

  The man, if you can call him that, had grey eyes, a smoky white skin that looked pale against his short cropped black hair.

  A gust of wind blew through the open window which flapped the man’s long black cloak in the breeze.

  The man wasn’t a man at all but an 8,011 year-old vampire named Victor Saul who wasted no time sinking his long teeth into Little Jenny's now bluish neck. After Jenny went limp, he laid her gently on the floor.

  Treesha whose head still hung over the basin wiped her mouth.

  “Jen Jen,” said Treesha whose voice echoed in the bathroom. Jenny did not respond.

  Treesha looked up and noticed Victor behind her. She let out scream that shook the foundation of the school. It could be heard from the other side of Aurora, Missouri. This sleepy valley town was is for a shocking ride.

  Victor grabbed her by the mouth from behind to muffle her scream as he sunk his fangs into her soft bluish and caramel colored neck.

  As he dropped her gently to the floor, Mrs. Benoit, the High School’s Principal rushed into the bathroom. Mrs. Benoit glimpsed Victor who wasted no time darting out the window like a stealth vapor.

  “Hey,” shouted Mrs. Benoit out of the bathroom window. It was no use. Victor was gone.

  The girls did not stir. Mrs. Benoit ran over to them and felt their necks for a pulse. There were no pulses. A little bit of bluish blood from Jenny's neck got onto her fingers. She flashed it off and wiped her fingers on her new Donna Karan red skirt.

  Two security guards for the school rushed in.

  “Listen, stay with them,” she said as she got up. “I have to get help.”

  Mrs. Benoit jumped into action running back to the center of the cafeteria.

  Three more security guards for the school ran over to her. All the kids were turning blue in rapid fashion. They looked like a sea of smurfs chucking up their lunches on the tables and floors.

  “Get the boxes of emergency germ warfare masks,” she shouted to them through her hands that formed a temporary human mask over her mouth and nose.

  “Quickly. Quickly.”

  They jumped into gear running so fast they almost dropped their batman-like utility belts complete with flashlights, pepper spray and chrome magnums.

  Mrs. Benoit jumped on top of one of the white lunch tables when Little Gadriella Murphy chucked up her lunch all over Mrs. Benoit's shoes. Mrs. Benoit looked down in disgust but quickly refocused her attention on the children.

  She felt like Rudolph Guiliani in 9-11. Never in her Ten year stint as Principal did an emergency of this magnitude cross her path. The school’s fire alarm and warning sirens started to blare. She felt dizzy as her head started to spin.

  The security guards returned donned in surgical masks. One of them threw her a mask as they gathered around the table where she stood.

  She bent down and shouted in one of their ears.

  “You triggered the alarms but they can't hear a thing. Get me a megaphone quickly. Hurry. Hurry.”

  Dr. Colan's Medical Office flashed in her head. She had to get the children there, she thought.

  The EMT arrived and loaded Jenny and Treesha into the ambulance and sped away.

  Mrs. Benoit yelled into the megaphone, “Everyone to the school buses.”

  The blue children and those still turning blue stampeded out of the lunchroom into the slender hallways like the Bull Run in Pamplona, Spain.

  It was seconds before Mrs. Benoit loaded five yellow school buses, headed straight to Dr. Colan’s office in downtown Aurora.

  Victor hovered above the speeding buses until the buses pulled up into Dr. Colan’s medical associate’s complex.

  The children screamed. Two teachers, with their breathing masks affixed, herded the children out of the buses into the parking lot of the complex. Some of the kids continued to vomit. Mrs. Benoit rushed into the complex foyer area up to the secretary’s desk. Mrs. Benoit spoke through the mask.

  The secretary seeing the blue children pouring into the foyer grabbed a breathing mask and shoved it over her face.

  Mrs. Benoit did not get a chance to speak to her. The secretary with eyes wide open jumped up and burst through the double swinging doors to the Emergency Room.

  “Dr. Colan, there is a sea of blue children in the-”.

  “I know,” said Dr. Colan, as he stood overlooking Jenny’s and Treesha’s bodies that laid on gurneys in the Emergency Room.

  Dr. Colan, clad in medical garb, put the stethoscope in his ears and placed the probe on Treesha’s bare chest.

  He heard a faint heartbeat.

  “Mmm,” he said looking at his secretary. The secretary stood still.

  “Get Volumes one to four of Blackstone’s Medical Dictionaries,” said Dr. Colan. “Stat.”

  The secretary rushed out of the Emergency Room. Principal Benoit ran into the Emergency Room almost knocking the secretary down.

  “Dr. Colan,” said Mrs. Benoit.

  “Hi there,” said Dr. Colan.

  “Doctor my kids are turning blue by the droves,” she said. Dr. Colan looked at Mrs. Benoit.

  “That nasty creature bit them, a vampire,” said Mrs. Benoit. “Look.” Mrs. Benoit rushed over to Treesha and Jenny's bodies pointing to their necks.

  “Look, the teeth marks,” said Mrs. Benoit. I saw that thing leaving the school.

  Nurse Boyer, the surgical nurse, rushed into the ER suited up.

  “Doctor, I have called the B Team to report for mandatory duty. Mayor Trudeau and channel 4, KTLA News are on their way,” said Nurse Boyer. Dr. Colan did not respond. It would take at least twenty minutes before the B Team arrived.

  Dr. Colan stood stoned faced scanning the bodies for a clue. There were indeed bite marks on the girls' necks. Dr. Colan sat at his medical examination desk as the secretary came with the Dictionaries.

  “Here you go Doctor,” said the assistant handing him the small pile of large textbooks. This enigma stumped the good doctor. Howard University Medical School had not prepared him for this.

  Certainly no medical school could have prepared him for the day he was having and the certainty of a long long long ill-fated night. Dr. Colan asked Mrs. Benoit to step out. She complied.

  “Something is causing them to turn blue,” said Dr. Colan stating the obvious. Nurse Boyer smirked.

  “Draw two vial of blood from each girl,” said Dr. Colan.

  He knew as much that something was robbing their blood of oxygen, hence the deoxygenated blood not only looked blue in appearance, it was causing those infected to faint without proper oxygenated blood flowing to their brains. The victims had no trace of red blood.

  The only question was causation. The culprit was Thermophila Derimedius but poor Dr. Colan had no clue because Thermophila Derimedius was a derived mutated strain of
Salmonella poisoning. It was in the bad batch of chocolate milk, the children drank at school.

  Dr. Colan had never witnessed such a damning contagion. The virus had no mercy. It ate the human body from the inside out as if a person had swallowed a can of acid. It was a relatively slow death. Dr. Colan sprawled some medical books on his desk, scanning them faster than his brain could read searching for a clue to this horrific condition.

  While the good doctor pondered away, Victor sat atop the shingled roof of the medical complex nestled in between two pointed roofs. He sat with his back to one of the roofs in the crevice and stared at the brilliant sun.

  Four days ago I couldn't do this, he thought. I would have melted away into vapors had I tried this before that day. I had become different than the others on that day. On that day, my Redemption Day, I no longer felt the same. My body felt different, my mind felt strange, and I had feelings, real feelings. I was changing by the hour.

  If I could scream I would. I would scream to the universe to say look at me I am free, but I had no voice since that day, Redemption Day. I became a mute for what reason I cannot tell.

  I remembered who I was before the Day of The Fall. That was the moment that my eternal existence plummeted into space and time like an Olympic diver suspended in air before piercing the waters of finiteness.

  I felt like a diver whose body previously defined by the air and sun, once submerged was now defined, contoured, restricted, and locked in by the contours of the waters that engulfed him. I was now defined by an earthly existence that was greater than strange.