Saturday, April 2, 2011


Papa had a dream. I feel it is not right to refer to him as Jimmy in this instance, so he will be Papa. In this night-vision he was back with his people, his mortal brethren. All was quiet in the village on the lake. Sometimes he lead night hunts for aurouchs and other massive beasts. The people were glad to have a life-eater in their midst. His powers provided much. They felt loved and protected. Once each month, during the time of the full moon, he would nourish himself with the blood of an evil-doer. Granted, anyone from a competing band was automatically an evil doer. But the system worked and he was at the heart of it. One dawn, as he returned to the grotto and prepaired to settle in for the day, he had a visitor. Far, far in the back, down the winding tunnel, there was a voice. Was it a male voice, or a female voice? Papa could not tell. but he went toward it. And there in the pertetual darkness stood a figure. It seemed shaped like a human. Yet he could not see the details. The being appeared made of light, but with a solidity not found in ordinary illumination. Papa said - What are you? What spirit comes to visit me?...And the being of radiance answered - I am sent to help you and offer counsel........Who sends you? - whispered Papa......He who sees all things. He who fashioned all things, - said the visitor.......Papa sat down on his pile of furs. He knew he was in the presence of a Messenger, one charged with carrying the words of the Creator to the created. And he listened.....The Messenger told him to hold fast to his duties and be good and truthful to his charges. The being of light told him to lead them always toward the 'higher ground' and stumble not into corruption. Then it sublimated into the vapor and was gone. He shivered. He pulled the furs all around him and tried to sleep. Now in the years to come, he had not always followed those instructions. There were digressions. But all in all, he did his best. And the Messenger never spoke to him again. But sometimes he would see it, standing by the edge of the woods, or hovering over the lake. No words were ever traded. But he knew the meaning of it all. And he knew it even today.......

 During the daytime wilkravitz went out to run some errands. The fine house they occupied was not in Center City, so he took the car and parked it in a large garage. True, he could have done his chores right there in Chestnut Hill. God knows, Germantown Avenue has wonderful shops. It's been called one of the coziest shopping districts in the country. But vampires are creatures of habit. It takes them years to change. So he ran down to buy their candles  and a few articles of clothing. Jonathon wanted a new Seder (home family service) plate for The Passover. The elves saw some new sneakers they liked. It never ends. Still, he enjoyed getting out. But as he walked through the crowds on Walnut Street, a homeless man spoke to him. He said - You, you, 'familiar.' I can smell them on you......And he motioned for Jonathon to come over. Then he continued - The 'Boney Boy,' the night thief made a visit. He came down into our tunnels (wilkravitz recognized him as a mole-man) and he stole from us. He stole Aura. And he stole Sylvia. They're dead. They're gone........The mole-man trembled, but he did not want to break down on the street....He said - Tell  your Jonathon. Tell him. We think he'd want to know.........And then the dusty figure went back to begging from strangers. So Johnny Jump Up made a killing. Two killings actually. wilkravitz made sure he brought back quite a nice Seder plate. It started to rain. He ran into a shop and borrowed one of those umbrellas from the @DutchUmbrella holder, using it to make his way back to the garage. Once there, he dumped his parcels into the trunk and drove off, forgeting to put the large bumpershoot back into the recepticle at the garage. That wasn't like him. He'd have to go out tomorrow and put it back...Or maybe Jonathon could take it when he went out later? Oh. God, how he hated telling him. At least the elves would be pleased with their new shoes. Such are the problems of a 'familiar.' 

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