Dance of the Chupacabras Chapter 1

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CHAPTER ONE(EXCERPT)


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Excerpt From

DANCE OF THE

CHUPACABRAS


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DANCE OF THE

CHUPACABRAS

Tome One

ofTHE DANCE TRILOGY

PART ONE OF THE TOMETRILOGY

OF TRILOGIES

An Epic Tale By

Lori R. Lopez

Authors Draft

TRILLLOGIC INNOVENTIONS


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A.D. 1995, THE TRUE MILLENNIUM BAJA CALIFORNIA

MALICE BUZZED, RATTLING in the air as if

a lake-sized nest of hot diamondbacks were riled,glass-marble eyes blinkless, their scales gatheredlike coils of rope to strike. This atmosphere clungto vegetation, a blight of transparent malignancy,and fevered the soil with an army of infection. Sandstirred, composed of decay and pulgas, rambunctiousranks of blood-starved popcorn fleas springing frombillennial-layered putrefaction for what do we walkupon but the bones and flesh of History, the seasonsof yesteryear?

A farm truck jounced over a pitted lane segregatingsnaggles of scrub oaks, brush, and cacti that foliated thevalleys and lomas between Tijuana and Tecate. It wasan irregular playing field of magnetic geothermal activitywhere superior forces met to compete in the endlessskirmish, Good versus Evil. Where basic laws of anddiscovered by Man no longer applied, and possibilitieswere infinite.

The exclusive radius could not be located on maps

except those sketched by harbingers of doom and mindsof the demented, or brains of fluid fantasy. It was neitherconsistent nor concrete but a limber ductile amplitudethat arose and diminished, swelled and receded, thatdissembled and reconstructured hourly.


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The province existed when and where it chose,unless answering to a stronger will or wilder nature

than its own. Beyond Tecate the hyperbolent-barichumus flowed. Gorgefully mawdacious. Gruffish,gurgent, griddily sequestering perditious bluffiantdunes. Flambeyantly gobbling easterly breadth towardLa Rumorosa, The Whispering One, and a gamut ofalpen crags. Providing relief from antagonism belowby resorting to superficial mayhem.

Harrowing these hills across centuries of todays,a forlorn caterwaul warped out of macrospatial fabric implied implorings of a tormented woman whose sharpestfears were nigh: Nopilhuane . . . Nopilhuane . . .Tlazohtin Nihhuihuane, can anyazqueh? Oh, mychildren . . . Oh, my children . . . My Precious Feathers,where will you go?

A solitary plume adrift, shed from wings ofantiquity, fragile as a memory, substantial as a heartbeat,settled betwixt the tines of a nopal. Iridescent, ruffledby breeze, the blue-green quill wafted earthward.

Tempestuous, an avian deluge of quetzal feathers

carpeted la tierra. Coruscations of emerald, sapphire,amethyst hues glimmered. And as swiftly were gone.

Within a linger of gloss was mirrored a vision ofhale brotherly heroes in jade-green leather trekking thedesert . . . till arid sands absorbed the pool.

Ochre dust suffused the air. Tires bumpedthrough rain-engraved ruts. Cannisters slid and clankedamid bales of barbed wire and sacks of chemical fertilizeron an enclosed flatbed.

The suns rays reflected off a window witha starburst of light behind the laboring farm vehiclescab.

Above this lonely stretch of chaparral, patrolling hisdomain, an eagle peered out of azure sky and shivered attention drawn to the stellar glint, perceiving an absenceof light as it cruised the ground. He was king of the sky,haughty and bold, yet an uncertain cry rent his beak.


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Sly and discreet, a Halloween cookie cutter ofshade followed the trucks wake, gliding smoothly over

the corrugated surface of unpaved road. Swimming,swirling, shaped like a bat, the bottomless puddlemoved independent from any physical matter. Theblack hellhole, which seemed to float in antispace, wasthe earthly presence of an underworld demon.

Mayan god Camazotzs creepuscular powers anddesire for human blood were whetted by alliance withThe Feathered Serpent. His glum outline, smolderingbeneath el sol, eclipsed the truck.

In an explosive dazzle a brilliant electric bolt,emblem of the snake in Mesolore, streaked to the vehicleand zapped a metal container. The tank slammeda wooden tailgate and was catapulted from the trucksbed.

Grasses whispered with a thousand voices.Darkmeister Camazotz divvied into a multitude of tinybat blotches that fluttered in all directions.

Bouncing stone to stone, a red label flashing, thecylinder flipped and tumbled toward the edge of a cliff.

This airborne container caught the interest ofa gecko idly sunning himself on a rock. The lizard gavethe intrusive missile a curious glance, then licked hisleft eyeball with a moist slurp.

Gaining speed the silver can plummeted toa ravine, where it cracked upon an unyielding boulderand hurtled through a nillity of noneness.

Afternoon shadows lengthened. A fiery ball sankbelow the horizons rim as sunset faded to twilight.A mountain lion appeared, silhouetted against eveningsky. Panting and pregnant, the cougar stood on anescarpment above the creek, sagging with the weightof a bloated womb. She surveyed the stream, thirstyyet cautious, alert for danger.

The pumas face evinced signs of discomfort asshe slowly prowled a ridge down to the brook and warilyapproached to drink.


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Exercising diplomacy, polishing hismenial-mentalitied politically correct underworld

underling act, Camazotz flunkily deferred. Yes,Exalted One. But it was I who thought to moldan incarnation out of flesh, turning Mans owndestructiveness against him! Does that not deservesome credit, a nice reward perchance?

The vain coatl (snake as well as twin) breatheda gust of fire to singe the glutinously gluttonous bat.Qe never, repeat, nevershared credit with anyone.

Camazotz yelped, wings barbecued, phoenix skinfried to a crisp. The Mayan god resented being treatedlike fast food. He had already risked major sun damagefor this escapade.

You shall have your reward, scoldedQuetzalcoatl, when thisss land drownsss in a ssseaof impurity, a holocaussstal flood of human blood!And after you drink the final drop, at lassst mykingdom shall be cleansssed!

Fail me and you will go home in a bucket!the

serpent vowed.

My belly rumbles in anticipation! drooled thevenal vamp.

Quetzalcoatl contemptuously rolled glitteringsnake eyes and whirled his body into a funnel cloud,fiercely blowing Camazotz to flecks of a flake, dispellinga blizzard of minute bat shadows that squealed anddeparted.

The tornado spun riotously, fomentinga sandstorm to clog the air, uprooting cactus plants,causing boulders to crash before its spirallant conevanished.

Scrabbling, cowering, inhabitants of thismirageous minefield sensed the sparks of impendingdisaster. Not that the tract was ever serene.


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Piteous denizens resided on the edge, suffereda transitional status of spontaneous upheaval.

They lived in The O-Zone, a rock and rollband of zero tolerance-slash-stability, north of theequator by a flexile stipuling vibral hyposterousthirty-two-and-a-half degrees. Along the proximatelatitude as The Bermuda Triangle, Saharan sands,the deep Dead Sea. Cross-sectioning the thick ofMiddle East confluence and conflicts; the cradlesof Civilization and religions; The Himalayas, Asianmasses and enlightenment. A dicey demarcationinexactly bisecting The Dragons Triangle andRing Of Fire, Pacific tectonics, the Mariana Trenchsystem. The most mysterious, volatile, extreme pointson Earth.

Here be monsters. Here be magick. And theturbulence of forces at odds.

Dragging herself through a tunnel, the pregnant

lioness collapsed on the floor of a subterranean den.Jagged walls emanated ethereal blue ambiance,occultly lighting the murked grotto.

Fluctatious parameters could scarce restrainan urgeous boilant froth of underworld strivenings.As solid rock shimmied, a sequence of eclecticchiseled petroglyphs seemed almost animate.

The cougar eddied between confusion andoblivion, dizzied by the vacillative medium. Eyes andnostrils bled. Strings of slime extended below her jaw.


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She craved water, yet the memory of waterrepulsed her. The felines tongue lolled, parched. She

lay panting upon her side, no longer able to lift her head.A small vampire bat circled screeching, nose

quivering, attracted by a pungent aroma. Reading thelions malaise, the bat dove at her vulnerable abdomenthen sank viperous fangs into the cougars flank.

Warmth trickled, which the bat voraciously licked.Too weak to resist, Miztli permitted the parasite

to feed.Sated, inflated, the bat untucked its wings and

piloted toward the mouth of a tunnel. But veered tosmack a wall headfirst and nosedive to the cave floor.

A rattler wiggled out to contribute, nailing thevampires dentalated orifices, poisoning the womband slinking away, only to keel in cursive prematurerigor mortis.

A bevy of minuscule bats orbited round and roundin the chambers glow, filling the confined arena withhigh-pitched howls. Shadows intersected. A singleshape assembled at the marrow of the cave.

Red eyes gleamed from a black countenance.Knavish laughter echoed. Out of overkilleous zest, forbad measure, Camazotz deigned to add one surpluskin-gredient.

Radiation, imported from trace amounts ofuranium, was intrajected to a seven-inch skeeter.The jumbo insect sepsistically zizzzed to the lion queenand proboscissed life-altering Alpha serum by virtueof a fangular reposit causing mordant morassicmutagenetic D.N.A. accelery.

This curdled broth of spoliative spoil cooked upa bilgent morppled salubriousless batch of blainfulbiolence within the cats cathartic living tomb.

The recipe for dire indigestion had been splicedand spiced to brew a sipid souciance of wreeksomewreckreation.


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A third nature was devolved from the primordialsoup of Life, a being grafted of both breath and death,

grift and shrift, faith and atheism an airant dactilemaimmal-raptilian cocktail comprised of aweful girthand dearthly faminous need.

Daylights sheen, filtering down a network ofcrevices and holes, enhanced the caves spectralblueness to shower the puma as she groaned feebly,erratic movements rippling, contorting her stomach.

Mucus dangled to the ground. Blood tracked fromnostrils and closed eyes. Anemic, expending the last ofher strength, Koh gave birth. Sangre seeped out of hermouth. She shuddered and stiffened with a quiet gasp.

Three spotted kittens lay motionless, stillborn,resting in a pool of garnet liquid beyond their mothershind legs.

The fourth creature spawned by toxic chemicals,a sick cougar, vampire-bat saliva, nuclear atomestry, anda serpent gods venomous iniquitous impious wrath was hideously grotesque and deformed.

It was the embodiment of absolute accursedness.

A newborn hellion. The physical manifestation of aninfernal demon blending cat features with reptilian eyes,a bat nose and pointed ears.

Dragon wings and a quartet of clawed three-toedlimbs sprouted from the mutations gray hairlessanatomy.

A knobby spine ranged neck to tail. The back of itscranium protruded, veins popping under a diaphanoussheet of flesh. The abhorrent abnormity licked vile lipswith a thin elongated bifurcated tongue and bared a setof dripping fangs.

Then purred gently fulgent red eyes bulgent,its tummy full hunkered on feline haunches over thecorpses of the kittens. Their limp hides bore doublebite wounds. The Mark Of Chupacabras.


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