MONDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE.... The 'tat' man makes his case. 6/08/13

Tillie and her vampire friend drove up to a little place outside State College. That's the town where Penn state is. Perfect place. You'd think you dreamed it. College towns in Heaven must look like this. I know you thinkin' 'bout the recent scandal and all and how 'they' punished the school. But that like sayin' Germany can't sell no B.M.W.'s 'cause government did nasty stuff to scared, naked people durin' 'The War.' Though I ain't here to fight that battle. I here to learn you what the vampire did.

Tillie wanna go bowlin'. So he take her to a bowlin' place near Boalsburg. That where the little airport is. Well-fixed fellas keep planes there, little planes like classic cars, only they go sailin' through the sky, 'stead a down a highway. Jonathon say - You wanna go flyin'? I could sublimate us up in the air and we could go somewhere...... But she say 'no,' 'cause she scared a peein' herself. That mean he gotta go rent a car and all. Gets a nice, little Ford Focus. He got all the right papers. 'Familiars' back in Philly see to that. An' you can rent a car at night, so that ain't no problem. Goes 'round the parkin' lot a few times to make sure he know what he doin.' But vampires is sharp an' adaptable, so what do you think?

What was I speechifyin' about? Oh yeah, that bowlin' place. Got them little 'keep score' tables. Folks scratch 'em up real good. And that hard, seein' they covered wit' formica. School kids must a done it, 'cause they got them metal twirly compass things wit' them sharp, shiny points. Don't see 'em in city schools no more. But they still got 'em up here. Ain't been mutated into weapons yet.

Tillie start readin' all them half-assed etchin's... She go - Bart a gay boy...an' Jackie Mom a 'ho.'..... Then she go- Swastika, swastika, swastika..... Always got a few swastikas, you know.... She go 'Willow Creek,' too.... Jonathon, the vampire, go - What you say?.... She go - Nothin.' Willow Creek. Why?..... He mouth the words 'Willow Creek.' Then he start thinkin.' After like two dozen heartbeats, he go - What Willow Creek?... Tillie say - It just a place, like a park. Why?...... Vampire go - That where he gone be. Tattoo man, I mean. I seen willow trees over a stream, I thought it was, in my dream. But it not a stream. It a creek. You know where it is?..... She nod.... So they finish up they ice tea. He can drink it. Don't like to. But he can. An' play like two real fas' games, 'cause don't want shoe-girl to think they crazy. People start lookin,' 'cause vampires can bowl like maniacs when they want too. So she go - Tee-hee-hee, I think he 'on' somethin'... That make people shake they heads an' look away. Fifteen minutes later, no, more like twenty five, 'cause Tillie gotta pee an' all, they in that Ford Focus listenin' to the computer lady tell 'em where Willow Creek is. Ain't no other cars 'round when they get there, 'cause it late. Well, there is one other car, but you know who drive that one.

She say - Shit, should a brung some plastic trash bags, like for the body an' all.... Jonathon go - Don't need 'em.... She go - Why? What you gonna do, cut him up in little pieces? You make 'em small enough, crows'll do the rest.... But he jus' smile. She doan know 'bout no cold, blue flame an' all, so this gone be quite a show. 

He lead her down a little path. Life-eater eyes good that way. Then he go- Shhh.... 'cause up ahead, sittin' on the ground, leanin' 'gainst a big, old tree, is a man. Eyes is open. You could see 'em shinin' in the dark. But he jus' starin.' Got like a drunk goin.' Doan say nothin' when Jonathon sit down right by him. Doan say nothin' when Tillie kick his leg and go - Yo, shithead, wake up...

But all that gone change. Jonathon lean in real close and whisper - What you name?..... Tattoo man mumble - George.

Couple ravens glide down from the trees an' stand guard back in the deepest shadows. 

Guess they wanna peck the grease when it all over...
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A NERVOUS AND AGITATED VAMPIRE ...... 4/24/13

Jonathon passed through other rooms and different chambers. He saw interior courtyards and high towers, hidden from the outside world by soaring mountains. Young, elferina girls (waif-like, pointy eared, pubescent vampires) ministered to the good natured cherubs, sharing tiny blood drinks and wrapping them in warm, woolen buntings. Even night-folk children appreciate comfort. 

And there were hospice-like dormitories where silent vampirinas cared for seriously ill mortals, usually much loved retainers, but occasionally a sympathetic local tribesmen or two as well.  

Many vampires assembled for the Creed Song, their version of a religious service. The Choir Master, reputed to be a former liturgical composer from Hagia Sophia,  mother church of The Eastern Roman or Byzantine Empire, led them through intricately layered chants and hymns. The gold leafed, rough stone walls echoed with fine, clear, more-than-natural voices. 'May He Who made the universe, make us forever one,' they sang. And the song had many verses. At certain intervals they stopped for silent contemplation, or prayer-like recitation. Toward the end, each took the wrist of a neighbor and drank a bit of blood, before offering his own wrist to another.

Now all these sites were wonderful to see and Jonathon was truly appreciative. The gold embroidered robes, influenced by Persian courtiers, had no equal.  And he savored wine tinged blood, drawn from the arteries of faithful mortal attendants, who were rarely, if ever, killed. Indeed, the memories would fill many pages in his journal. 

But the one who led him here sensed something and  said - What troubles you?....... Jonathon quietly answered - Everything...... The man with the sharp, cunning fangs whispered - A true vampire, I might say...... And he smiled. Then, in a small, soft, tiny voice added - Lose yourself. Become a vessel. Gather in the blood and let it out...' for those who must be saved.' Let the wicked die. Help the worthy live...... Jonathon said - Who taught you that?.... Though the man only shrugged and smiled.

The young life-eater from Al-Andaluz stayed in that place for perhaps three or four moons, sheltering there through the worst of the winter. And then he simply left, retracing his steps back toward home. Each day he hid from the light. And each night he assisted the worthy. Sometimes he ate. Not often, but monthly as was his habit. He fell into a rhythm and even forgot his name.... in the manner of the truest night-folk of all.

Jonathon has seen many things.

But please do not forget that what we've discussed are memories. For now he waits, pierced by many long, thin needles and unable to free himself from their bite.

His blood, so filled with many things, belongs to his captor now. And his tissues thirst because of it.

The old man, known as Tobias Maxwell, dips his hands in the red, frothy brew and rubs it on his face. But the large, golden bowl holds so much more....

As Jonathon quietly suffers, within his leaden tomb.
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