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The Diplomatic Pouch Chapter 18—Day 12—Continued
The all settled in to listen as Pamela found the Dallas all news station. They had been listening to KRLD for the past eighty years.
“A flash fire has swept through the small, exclusive, Whitehall hotel. EMS and First Responders are on the scene. The reports are still coming in. As quickly as the fire spread, engulfing each floor, it is believed the electrical wiring is responsible. More as it happens.”
“Are you kidding me?” Pamela snarked. “Electrical wiring? A professional on the scene is going to release that to the press? I think not.”
“Berlin is doing damage control,” Ian stated.
“They are probably just as hard pressed as the fire investigators will be. Unless you have seen damage done by dragon fire, you are not going to know what to make of it,” Cedric added. “Eric, have you ever seen anything burned with dragon fire?”
“No,” he shook his head. “I have not. But then, how would I know it if I did? Dragons are very secretive. They just do not willy-nilly burn down the village. And if they did, like tonight, I believe nothing would be left standing. Just ash that would blow away in the wind…or with them flapping their wings.”
“I have never heard of one doing that,” Father Eddy said. “No mention of dragons by learned men at all in my history time line. Or of a village just gone missing. Of course, if you were to ask one very small boy and his grandmother, that might be a different matter,” he chuckled and then became serious. “They will not find any remains in the fire, will they?” he asked.
“I think not,” Eric replied. “O.I. is very thorough. Please keep in mind that dragon fire loves organic matter. It had burned up all those vampire and Were bodies while we were waiting to pull the fire alarm. All the inspectors are going to find is ash.
They will think everyone escaped and that there are no bodies to I.D.”
“Berlin has got to be screaming bloody murder,” Ian said, looking out the window. “They are going to want to know what has become of their cursed sludge.
I know I am curious. Does fire destroy it? Of course they will know. I am sure they subjected it to all types of tests.”
“Maybe not,” Pam added. “Maybe they were to fearful to fuck around with it. And now, when they send someone out to check their cave site, just what are they going to think about that?”
Eric laughed. “They are going to think maybe they should just stay the fuck out of Louisiana.”
“Oh…wait one…” Pam said and turned up the volume.
“Patients from the Royal Oaks, Texas, area that were evacuated and hospitalized, are experiencing what the doctors are calling a miracle. Tumors have disappeared and those that sat watch with death have recovered.”
“Berlin should be shitting their pants just about now,” Ian stated. “All three of their U.S. test sites have been neutralized.”
“How are you gonna’ figure into this now?” Sookie asked Eric.
“They know I was in Dallas…or a look-alike was in Dallas, sponsored by me. There has got to be some serious chatter surrounding this. They will have a list of who was there that night. For sure, some took a photo of Ian and Cedric. The boys in the band. And if they are looking to destroy the hierarchy in the New World, Lafayette will be on his way to Berlin as well. The reason will not matter.
They were hoping, I am sure, to let me answer for all these outbreaks because I am the supernatural face the world knows.
Things have seriously messed with their plans. The humans will give God the glory for the healing and will move on. The Supernaturals will be looking twice at everything now and those that are left here, will tell Berlin to fuck off and gear up for defending their home front. They are all thinking Berlin ran an experiment and once they tallied up the results, they administered the cure.
Ian is right. Berlin, if capable, is shitting their pants right now. Their plans have all been destroyed and they are looking to hold me accountable. If for no other reason, my doppelganger was having a very good time with the tequila bottle out front so somehow I am responsible for this failing.
They have Godric and they are getting ready to throw down that card. They have no choice. They will want to know do I really have a way of destroying whatever that unholy sludge is that they have cooked up.
They will take their time to look at the photos and judge for themselves. Panic will set in when they go out to check the cave. I figure we have a couple of days. That is all.”
“I am going to Berlin,” Pamela said. “You cannot keep me from this! It is my right as your child to stand by your side and fight to the death!”
“Child, we keep having this conversation. But then,” he shrugged, “if our line ends in Berlin, so be it. But my intent is what I cannot kill with my berserker rage I am going to destroy with dragon flame. And whatever is left, Miss Sookie is working on Plan C.”
“Damn straight!” she said with conviction.
All the vampires smiled. Miss Sookie, they noted, did not lack for courage.
Pamela actually turned around and looked.
“Watch the road!” everyone in the car yelled.
“Plan C, I like it,” she said as she turned back around. “Hummingbird Lane up ahead. Who wants out to check the grounds?”
“Pull over,” Eric said. “I’ll drive Sookie and me in as E. E. I am tired of fucking around with idiots. If you find someone, just go ahead and kill them.”
Father Eddy cleared his throat.
“Sorry Father,” Eric reached over and patted him on the hand while Pamela pulled off the road.
“Go with God, my children,” was all the priest said as the car stopped and he hopped out.
The others did likewise and were gone as Eric and Sookie got back in.
“What?” Sookie asked.
“I can smell blood on the wind. Something is not right at the farmhouse.”
“Oh shit,” Sookie closed her eyes. “A lot of blood?”
“Yes,” he nodded.
There was a knock on his window. There stood Pamela. “We found a body at the cemetery. It is laid out on top of Adele Stackhouse’s grave. Female. There is blood, everywhere. We were up in the air, hovering. There is a camera. Someone is watching.”
“Were shit,” Eric hissed. “Leave it as is. We know nothing. Check Sookie’s grounds and see if anyone has added something extra, there. If you find anything not of our making, we shall fry it,” he grinned wickedly.
“I do so love being your child,” she grinned, flashed her fangs and then the best vampire child in the world was gone.
Ian appeared at the door as Eric started the car. Rolling down his window once again Eric was staring at his friend. “Just say it.”
“There is a car parked at Sookie’s. From looking in the windows, a female’s car. Her tags say IsllBonTemps.
“That would be Lydia Price,” Sookie said trying to shake the feeling of foreboding. “Get us there Eric, so I can call it in. Andy is going to need to know.”
The three vampires were standing on the backside of Sookie’s roof. The camera in the cemetery had not been very well secured to the tree. Sadly, an early morning crow had landed, pecked on it and knocked it face down into the weeds.
At Sookie’s, they had not spotted any listening device not of The Viking’s making. But there was most assuredly a strong smell of blood wafting from the direction of the cemetery…also not of The Vking’s making.
When they arrived, Eric parked the car so that the headlights shined on the other auto. He got out and carefully looked around. Ducking his head back into the car, Sookie said, “I am not readin’ anyone.”
Helping her out, “Lydia,” Sookie yelled as she walked around the auto. “Lydia Price,” she called out with Eric’s voice adding to hers.
“What the hell?” Sookie said taking out her phone and dialing 911.
“Kendra, this is Sookie,” she said. “I don’t know if this is a 911. But E. E. and I just returned home and Lydia Price’s car is parked in my driveway. We have been callin’ out for her, but no response. Nothin’ seems to have triggered my alarm system so I think it is okay to go inside.”
“We’ll be there Sookie,” she heard Kendra’s voice full of assurance and a hint of concern. “We are on our way. You feel safe going inside?”
Sookie looked at Eric and he nodded yes.
“Yes. We’ll get inside and I will load Old Betsy.”
“Good plan,” the officer said as she grabbed Kenny and they were out the door. Calling Andy, when he picked up she started with “Sheriff. Sookie is home. She and E. E. are there and so is Lydia Price’s car. And no Lydia.”
“”Oh shit,” Andy mumbled. “Call Old Man Casey and ask him to bring Pluto. Tell him we pay the usual by the hour rate if he wants to earn a little money. We are going to need Pluto’s bloodhound nose. If Lydia is out in the woods, with all the flooding, no telling if something got her or not.”
Sookie disengaged the alarm with her phone and the trio on top of her house let themselves in the back door. Sunrise was getting ready to be a horizon event.
Sookie and Eric were sitting on the steps of her front porch waiting for the law to show up and watching the clouds begin to push in.
“Going to be another stormy day,” Eric said grinning.
“Maybe yes, maybe no,” Sookie replied as she elbowed him in the ribs. “They just turned the corner.”
“Most excellent,” Eric replied as they got up to greet the day and those fine folk of the Bon Temps police department.
“Old Man Casey is on his way, Andy also,” Kendra said as Eric and Sookie hailed her as she got out of the cruiser.
“Lydia’s car, right?” Sookie said pointing to the tag.
“Yes,” Kendra nodded. “Lexus with that tag. Could not be anyone else. You touch anything?” Kendra asked.
“No ma’am,” Sookie shook her head. “We pulled in, we saw it, we started callin’ out for her and here you are.”
“Andy,” Kenny nodded when he looked toward the road and saw the blue flashing lights. “Looks like Old Man Casey’s truck behind him.”
“We are just gonna’ go sit over on the porch step,” Sookie said. “Unless you need us to go inside.”
“We got this,” Kendra said as Andy pulled up.
“I’ll go make coffee, then,” Sookie waved and then started for the house.
“Sun will be up in fifteen more minutes,” Kenny said looking toward the sky. “Looks like clouds tryin’ to push back in. Here comes the Sheriff. Let’s get started.”
Lights were being set up as they donned their gloves and approached the car.
Andy tried the door handle and it opened. “I smell blood,” he called out. “Looks like blood in the back seat. Let’s work the scene…I am going to unlock the trunk. Let’s make sure Lydia is not in there.”
When the trunk opened, Kenny was shaking his head. “We have a pistol with a silencer. A five-pound hammer. Looks like some fancy wooden box. Extra ammo and…and here is her purse and a set of keys. A cardboard box with,” they could hear him tearing the tape off, “oh my! Looks to be stacks of hundreds, done up in rubber bands.”
“Were shit!” Andy hissed as he came around to look. “Kenny, start counting and bag it.”
“Blood on these scarves,” Kendra said as she held up each one. “Bag and tag. And they have been cut through. Looks like someone was tied up and then the scarves were cut. You can see the blood trail as the victim was pulled out of the back seat on the right side.”
“No blood on the ground around the car,” Andy said as he searched. “Looks like the victim was dumped someplace else.”
Sookie sat on the front porch sipping coffee. Eric had the Gator’s Finest in a coffee mug as well.
“Fine now,” Andy was looking around. “We have photos and forensic evidence. Fucking fuck fuck!” he growled. “Kenny, you continue to work this scene. Let’s turn Pluto loose. Mr. Casey, if you would please. We want the blood scent first. Have Pluto sniff the back seat and see what he can pick up. Then we will give him the scarves and have him look for Lydia. But if there was wrong doing on some poor soul, let’s find them before the next storm blows in.”
Pluto sniffed the blood and went to work.
“He has the scent,” Mr. Casey said as dog and tracker took off.
“Can we follow behind?” Sookie asked Eric quietly.
“At a respectful distance,” he replied for her ears only. “Remember, there is a dead body in the cemetery.”
“Tire tracks, headed for the cemetery,” Kendra called out. “So maybe she drove there first and then parked at Sookie’s.
It is not good, whatever this is,” she continued on, looking around. “We got vultures circling overhead and the sun has not yet cleared the horizon.”
They all stopped and looked at the sky…yes vultures were circling. Which meant something dead. They all looked toward the cemetery and Kendra crossed herself. They could hear Pluto talking, his baying becoming more insistent as he and Mr. Casey forged on ahead.
“Not good at all,” Andy said as he called in for back up, the ground showing two clear sets of tire tracks.
“Come on,” Casey yelled. “Pluto found the body.”
“Sookie,” Andy called out, “stay back. We have a victim.”
“That is not,” Kendra remarked when she approached the grave where the body was laid out, “Lydia Price. This woman is small, blonde and…” Kendra stopped. “With all the blood, she could be Sookie. Look at the headstone. She is on Adele Stackhouse’s grave.”
“What?” was heard from several yards back. “It could be me? And is she on top of my gran’s grave?”
“Oh shit, oh man, oh shit,” Andy shook his head. “Sookie, stay back. This is a crime scene. And ugly…”.
“Some type of ritualistic murder,” Kendra said taking photos.
“How so?” E. E. called out. Both police officers turned and looked at him.
“Sorry,” he replied. “Habit.”
“Mr. E. E.,” Andy began, “this is now an ongoing murder investigation. And you may not discuss this with anyone,” he said. “And it cannot appear in print until this is solved.
That being said, the wrists have been cut East to West.” Andy continued on. “Not enough to bleed you out but would get your attention.”
“How straight do you think that line is?” Kendra asked taking more photos of the body. “It looks like those knives…are those knives? Line up perfectly.”
“It sure does look that way,” Andy nodded.
“Those seven…” she hesitated. “They are in a straight line going down the body…that is difficult to do. Especially putting it through their ankles. How do you have the precision, let alone the strength to do that? I suspect the one in the top of the head to be the deathblow. I just hope that one was first. Because what they did to her…”and her voice trailed off.
“Down the center,” E. E. replied loudly. “And the ankles are pinned together?”
“Mr. E. E.,” Andy turned around. “Does this mean something to you?”
“It could. There are seven main chakra points on the body….well actually, there are 144, but most folks know about the 7. And they line up down the center of the body.”
Andy merely looked at him.
“I used to date a yogi.”
Andy was still staring at him, still not understanding.
“Mitxel taught yoga. He was a master. He practiced Asana, which means he literally lived the lifestyle, striving to be one with all. He no longer thought of himself as a yogi. His studio was wherever he happened to be. He was always self-aware. Or tried to be. He was perhaps one of the best people I have ever met.
He taught me there are seven main chakra points down the center of the body. These areas are used for healing.
I will place my hands where the chakra points are located.”
The officers watched as Eric’s hands landed briefly on seven different parts of his body.
“Mr. E. E., consider yourself deputized. Would you be willing to look at the body?” Andy asked as he approached.
Andy’s radio squawked to life. He was listening then looked at E. E. “Wait one. The deputies just called in. They are at Sookie’s.” His attention was back on the radio.
“One of you stay there and send Kenny on over,” he stressed, “and be on the look out for any movement. Park your vehicle and the other one walk on over. This is an ongoing crime scene and we have not found all of it yet. Watch yourselves,” and then he clicked off the radio.
“You ready?” Andy looked at E. E.
“Of course,” E. E. nodded.
“Stay here Sookie, I mean it,” Andy glared at her and then the two men walked farther into the cemetery as Kenny walked up.
“Yes,” Eric said as he observed the body. “Those are the seven main chakra points. Looks like someone did not want her coming back, so they pinned her to this grave of the dead. Doubly making sure she does not come back.”
“Kenny,” Andy looked around when his depty arrived. “You stay with this crime scene. Mr. E. E., I thank you and I’ll be around to ask you more later. In the mean time, where is Lydia Price? And the weather looks like it is not going to hold.
Mr. Casey,” the sheriff re-directed his attention, “we have the scarves. Believed to belong to Mrs. Price. Let’s see if we can find her.”
Offering the scarves to Pluto, the dog got the scent and was off. He circled around the grave, signaled with a yodel, sniffing the wind, he took off back toward Sookie’s and was then trotting down Hummingbird Lane.
“Okay,” Mr. Casey yelled. “We are on trail!”
“Come on E. E.,” Sookie started off at a trot. “Let’s go.”
There was a road up ahead. A dirt road that took you to where the old Compton place used to stand and another road that was used to drive back to her pecan trees. Sookie could see a woman up ahead. Dancing, literally at the crossroads. She was naked and covered in blood. And then as the sun crept up over the horizon, as they got closer, you could smell it, Lydia was covered in gasoline.
“The old shall be burned away and I shall live forever as a new creature,” she shouted to the heavens. “I shall keep the enchantress in the grave of her ancestors! That bitch demon that takes human flesh shall taunt me no more! I shall walk her road! I shall own what is hers! I am all-powerful! I am what all aspire to be!” As her dancing became more frantic she once more poured gas over herself.
“No-o-o-o-o-o, Lydia no-o-o-o-o-o,” was yelled by all; but the first ray of sunlight touched the sky and a match touched the pool of gasoline where she was standing. The orange of the sky met the orange of a screaming fireball and then Lydia collapsed to the ground.
There was yelling as the police offers rushed forward, taking off their jackets, trying to beat out the flames.
Sookie had her face buried in E.E.’s jacket.
“She died at the crossroads,” was all he said as he put his arm around Sookie and walked with her back to the house, the smell of burning meat heavy on the air.
“How are you doing?” he asked her.
“Ah-h-h-h, wow,” she sighed, her eyes still closed, her arms wrapped around him. “I could use a drink. Is it too early for the Gator’s Finest?”
“Never,” he said as he pulled the flask out of his jacket pocket. He watched while she unscrewed the lid and had a drink. Then another.
“Here,” she handed it to him.
“Thanks,” he replied at he put it to his lips. “Samuel is going to go bat shit crazy,” he said as he took another drink.
“Why?” she asked looking up at him.
“Pinning that body to the grave and her singing and dancing and then setting herself on fire at the crossroads, that was very popular back in Hitler’s time. That move was his signature Winter’s Solstice party. A Hitler youth was picked to end the life of a young Jewish girl. Then in a pagan ritual, the executioner would sing and dance and light herself on fire. If her heart was pure, the old self was burned away and the new self stepped out of the flames.”
“Oh…shit,” Sookie said, shaking her head. “And Lydia thought what…that was actually me?”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Eric shrugged. “You have to understand the nuance of the magic. If you could not get the real human needed, then you would have a scapegoat. Obviously, she found someone close enough to your description. Lydia would have christened her as you when she sliced into the wrists for blood and believed in the magic to do the rest.”
“Was,” Sookie hesitated and shivered, “was that poor soul really laid out on top of my gran’s grave?”
“Yes,” he pulled her in that much closer.
“What else do you know?” she asked looking up at him.
“Lydia shot her first at the seven points, then pushed in the knives.”
“Oh Were shit,” Sookie kicked at the road.
“Exactly,” he responded.
They could see Officer Willis up ahead. As they got closer they called out, “Officer,” as they approached the house.
“Miss Sookie, Mr. E.E.,” Willis nodded his head. “How bad is it?”
“Lydia set herself on fire,” Eric responded. “After she killed a woman and left her in the cemetery, on top of Sookie’s grandmother’s grave.
We are going inside, there is a crime scene spread from here to there. And please, can you get Lydia’s car out of Sookie’s driveway just as soon as possible?”
Sookie shuddered again and looked at Kent Willis. “She thought she was murdering me,” she said, tears in her voice. “She killed the poor woman because she looked like me and then pinned her to the top of my Gran’s grave. I am going to drink heavily today,” she said as tears began rolling down her face. “Eventually pass out on the couch and when I wake up, I want this nightmare to be over.”
Willis looked at E.E. with disbelief in his eyes and Eric just nodded yes.
“Lord have mercy,” Willis said as he began reciting the Lord’s prayer and got on his radio to Andy.
As they mounted the steps to the house, you could hear the sirens.
Going in and closing the door, their lonely wail diminished but still held your attention.
“Should have just sent the morgue wagon,” Eric said as he shrugged out of his jacket. “She drank gasoline as well. If she is alive, she won’t be for long.”
“We tucked Pamela in under the bed,” Ian said stepping around the corner as Sookie closed the curtains. Cedric stepped out past him, “What is going on? We could hear the ruckus and smell the gas from here. And burning flesh. No mistaking that smell.”
“Grab a bottle,” was all Sookie said as she sat down on the couch and picking up the tequila, she patted it fondly, unscrewed the lid and put it to her lips.
Eric began the story with arriving in the yard. “The body in the graveyard, from the condition she was in and the smell, I would guess homeless and a drug addict. They may never find out who she is.”
Sookie started to sniffle. “We can bury here there, in the Stackhouse plot,” she wiped at her eyes. “Lydia placed her on top of Gran. I think that was smart. Gran will see to her,” she started to cry. “She won’t be alone. Gran will be right there next to her.”
“Self-immolation,” Eric shook his head. “She had made the sacrifice, pinning the body to the grave and thought she could burn away the old and walk out as new. Sound familiar?” Eric asked, as he picked up Sookie’s bottle and had a drink.
“Of all the fucked up Were shit!” Cedric reached for the bottle. “The Da’vid is gonna go bat shit crazy!” the Irish whistled long and low.
Ian nodded in agreement. “You know, we always thought Adolf was turned. Well jolly good, The Da’vid will rout him out and have justice. Very big justice in a very painful way.
Eric, do you know where our big of heart Jewish friend is?”
“I believe he went back to Colorado. Not so far yet close enough. Plus, it is winter there and the nights are long…not that he needs that so much anymore.
Before I speak to him, I am going to need to go through the video I had running on my phone. We are going to put it on the big screen and we are all going to listen for outside approaching footsteps. Sookie, you do not need to see this.”
“Okay,” she nodded, picked up the bottle, took a big long drink and then lay down on the couch and covered up. “Whenever you are ready,” she was crying again as the frustration of the early morning gave way to sleep.
Eric checked his watch, it was 1000 hrs. The phone call with Samuel had gone as well as could be expected. His brother was on a plane, here, and would be landing shortly. His dear brother wanted to be hands on with those knives. There was no knowing if they were anything special until Samuel did the visual. But they all had copper handles and Eric was willing to bet they had obsidian blades.
On the plane, Samuel made a phone call. When the phone was picked up he heard, “Shalom, Samuel. It is good to hear from you.”
“Shalom to you as well, Director. I believe the unclean abomination has been found. Was made vampire before Berlin fell. Still resides in Berlin. I will know more in a matter of days. I have just sent you a video.”
The director of the Mossad downloaded the video and watched. “Yes, Hitler was fascinated with our beliefs and artifacts. Those handles, they look oddly familiar.”
“Yes,” Samuel nodded in agreement. “It is the way they are arched to fit the hand. They are taken from ancient knife handles that the priests would use to offer the sacrifice to Jehovah.”
“Yes, of course,” Director Levy smiled. “I remember seeing a copper one in the museum when I was a child. It had an obsidian blade. A sacrificial knife used by the priest before he entered the Holy of Holies. That comes to mind because the Israel Museum was broken into and the thieves tried to steal some copper knives. They were shot and killed.”
Samuel was very quiet. “Those 12 knives in the display, they were believed to be used by the High Priest, depending on which tribe was present with their offerings.”
“Yes, that’s right. And the 13th knife is just a representation of what the High Priest would have used to sacrifice the lamb for Israel.”
“Oh…Were…shit…” Samuel hissed. “Director, I must go. When I find out more, I will let you know.”
Samuel punched one on his speed dial.
“My brother,” he began when Eric picked up. “Do you think it possible for me to see the knives immediately? Ask the Sheriff his permission if you could call in an expert? And you introduce me as an antiquities dealer? I would like to spend some time with them, other than a glamour hit and run.”
“I’ll call him,” Eric said. “And let you know.”
Berlin—1800 hrs….(6:00 P.M.)
“Hello lover,” the red-headed, barrel chested, male being ran his hand down Godric’s body.
“Shesmu,” the vampire woke from his day sleep. “Why am I still alive?”
“Godric,” he pouted, “how can you say such a thing? It pleases me that you yet live.”
“It does not please me,” he responded.
“Oh lover,” he cooed over him and ran the obsidian blade of a knife up and down the emaciated vampire’s arm.
“Tell me your secrets. Tell me about your life as a young boy. Tell me about your child.”
“I have no secrets,” Godric whispered as he felt the knife penetrate his stomach and the lazy tongue of a lazier would be god lick him there. “I was promised to my priesthood. I was raised to be a priest to my people. I guided my flock as best I could. Prayed for plenty, rejoiced when we could add water to the soup pot and feed the village a cup of something hot during the winter months.
My child…” even in his pain, he could feel the joy that Eric had brought him. And the pain…he had thought to out play this ancient being that brought death and destruction to all that he encountered. Instead of finding Shesmu’s weakness so he could destroy him, he had been caught in his web and could not wiggle his way out. And now this unholy thing wanted his child.
His spirit held great sorrow…he had cheated and lied to his child and his heart was weary at the thought of what he had done. In his arrogance he had thought he could destroy this…this thing. And now his Eric was at risk. “My child, I imagine, is as he has always been.”
The lapping stopped and Godric felt the teeth bite him as he made his way from his belly to his face. The deep bites turned into nips and when they reached his lips, they were filled with longing and passion. “You loved me once, Godric,” he sobbed.
“I still love you,” he replied as he raised his arm and ran his hand through the red curls.
Sniffing, the god sat down beside him and picking up his hand, kissed it. “There is something very satisfying about your blood. It is very old. Reminds me of my youth. Does Erikr’s taste like yours? I would love to fill your skull with his life force and drink it while I watch the world fill with terror.
But I think Erikr has met the true death. And yet I do not know. Look,” he said, pointing to the monitor and it sprang to life with scenes from Dallas. “Is that magnificent beast your child? How can this be? He sits there drinking tequila, an alcohol that I am not familiar with. He seems to know those of mine that pass by, yet before they died,” he hissed, “they all said that it was Erikr’s doppelganger. Some day walking skin shifter that sat there mocking me and my world dominance! I must say lover, I am very perplexed. And there are consequences for confusing a god. Horrific consequences.”
Shesmu took a small vial out of his jacket pocket. Inside was something black and it appeared to be alive as it churned around inside. His knife once more broke Godric’s skin and on the tip was a drop of blood. With his thumb he pushed back the lid and scrapped the blood into the vile. The churning stopped and became peaceful.
“What is this magic, this mystery?” Shesmu asked. “You calm the horror that has been created. No one else’s blood does this. Only yours, lover. Only yours. I often wonder what would happen if I poured this catastrophic creation of cruelty into an open wound on your body. But apparently, not tonight, for look, you have enough vampire strength left in you to heal yourself.”
“I have drank from you Shesmu, perhaps it is your blood that does this.”
Drawing back, he slapped Godric and then in a fit of tears, kissed his face. “I am sorry, but you cannot say that to me. Of course my blood would stay the tide. I am a god. Must I destroy all that I have shared myself with? Must I be alone all of my days? Must I be without love,” he cried out, doubled over as he pressed Godric’s hand to his face.
“I love you, Shesmu,” Godric whispered as he closed his eyes and felt the night sing to his blood. And he felt Eric sing in his blood, as well. Yes, his child still lived and there on the outskirts of his pain, there was the joy that his Eric still walked.
“Thank you,” he heard Shesmu whisper over and over. “Thank you for loving me. Tonight you shall feast! You shall celebrate and grow strong and together we shall rule all!”
“Thank you,” Godric sighed as he slipped into down time and held the memories of when he was human. Yes, he would feed. The human would be poisoned. Just like the rest of them were. He did not recognize the taste. It was not silver that the human was laced with, but something that pulled the life force from him. He ate and yet wasted away.
“Where are you Godric?” he heard whispered in his ear.
“I am sitting with my mother,” he replied. “She is teaching me how to bank a fire for the evening.”
“Those are good thoughts. A boy should love his momma.”
He felt Shesmu get up and walk away.
Godric knew when the one with many tattoos had entered. He had a new one on his upper left thigh. He could smell the ink.
“She is here,” Godric heard the voice of the slave handler. “Your meal for the evening. You do not have to treat her kindly. You may drain her if you so desire.”
Godric opened his eyes. “Come child,” he held out his hand to her. “Come, there is nothing here to fear. If you will lie next to me, you will provide some much-needed warmth.”
Watching from a monitor outside the room, Shesmu growled in disappointment. There was nothing more here, just a husk. Godric, he was now only bait to pull in his child.
Shesmu shook off the death smell that lingered on Godric. “If only he had been true to me. If only he had stood by my side and spoken truths instead of lies. If only…” he sighed as he fingered the knife and ran it across his tongue. “I have 13 knives, now. Good knives. Strong knives. Validated and vindicated knives. Knives of power and promise. Knives that have seen the face of god. They shall serve me as well.
And soon, there will be a graveyard where I can make The Viking the sacrifice and pour out my vengeance. The council shall watch as I plunge in each knife into his perfect form. We shall watch as Erikr’s blood is drained out onto the ground and touches each grave. His life force ebbing as his blood drips and secures the ground making it fallow, making those planted there, malleable. Making them ripe for growing destruction.
When the graves are so richly prepared, we shall pour out the cursed blood so that they may taste and the dead shall rise and we shall have an army of unstoppable death, with a new and improved version of The Viking to lead them. Gone will be the vampire. In his place shall rise rot and decay. Erikr will be the general of my new army and he shall be able to control my warriors and I shall control him.
It shall be a most excellent birthday celebration! I only get to celebrate once every thousand years. This birthday shall be spectacular! I thought Vesuvius erupting was special! With that eruption, there were more than 20,000 of those mewling humans dead. This millennia the dead shall walk the earth and there shall be no stopping me!”
Thank you so much for remembering the good folks of Baton Rouge in your prayers.
Be blessed and be the blessing,