Like a Genii In a Bottle...... a vampirina's prison

I felt completely alone. The master was gone. The dominee was ashes. And do you know what they did with those ashes? They carefully swept them up, baked them into little hard cakes and fed them to the dogs. Certain factions felt it made them better trackers. But what it truly did was imbue them with a very potent touch of life-eater magic. Witness the birth of the real Children of The Night. Our eternal enemy, The Brotherhood of Saint Shamus of Castle Mara uses dogs like that to this day. You hear them howl. You hear them cry. The packs are in the city. They're back. They're here....... 'Baker man, baker man, bake 'em in a pan. Pour in the ashes and shape it with your hand. One for the monk. And one for the hound who runs through the streets and tears through the town'....... Ever hear that? Ever hear the old children's rhyme? Not that they knew where it came from.... But we do.... Life-eaters, I mean. And now, I suppose, you do to.


Someone seated by the quarter scale Rodin casting, The Kiss, I believe it was, wanted to know if it was safe to walk home when this...event... was all over. Marianne said she did not know. Roland, who was back from his own little promenade, just chuckled. Most of the mortals present thought cab rides would be prudent.


And then she told them more. Marianne said - One night I heard footsteps out in the passage way. But it wasn't feeding time. I couldn't hear the pathetic crying. They seemed to be running. And there seemed to be a lot of them. Finally a pounding on the door. Why they did that, I don't know. It's not as if I could open it. Perhaps it was meant to scare me?.... And it did. I curled up into a ball and lay on the greasy, leaden floor. Someone searched for the right key. I could hear it. It was almost like chimes. Then they thrust it into the ancient lock, jiggled it around and cursed, since it would not open, but finally it did, shrieking like a banshee all the way. No one said a word. A few acolytes held small, sputtering candles, throwing weak, orange shadows onto the frightening scene. Two men, I suppose they were religious officiates of some type, held out the leaden coat of mail. I put it  on and followed them down the near endless passageway toward a small door opening onto the large  courtyard. The chalk-white moon, shining through the fine, filaments of a vampire-proof sky-cloth made me blink. 


But there was no stake. There was no wood. And aside from my retinue, the cold, black space was empty. At first, I could not see it, for it matched the dull, lead panels all around us. Does lead attract lightning? I wonder. Then, after perhaps seven score heartbeats, it shimmered into existence and caught my eye... a small chest, wrought of that same, loathsome metal. They removed the coat of mail and made me get inside, forcing me to hug my knees and bow my head, before slamming the lid and locking it tight. I could hear a blacksmith come out and reinforce the exterior with thick, iron bands. After that, he sealed it shut with molten metal. I could smell it. I could feel the heat. I couldn't move. I couldn't escape, breathing in the same air over and over and over..... But that was just a habit. The oxygen, or lack of it, meant nothing to me.


Then they hoisted my tiny prison up onto some sort of horse drawn conveyance, cracked a whip and sped off threw the gate..... Finally, after a time, I began to hear the sound of crashing waves .......


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Roland went outside for a walk. He hates to hear this part of the story. It's like what he went through and after hundreds of years he still has dreams.............  The mortals grew silent. Everything slowed down. We can sense heartbeats. If you're a regular visitor, you probably know that. We tell time by them. Thirty thousand heartbeats is a deep winter's sleep. Twelve hundred heartbeats the average tryst. Look, just grow up. I may have the body of a fourteen year old, but I've absorbed a lot. And some of it quite painful. 


I never did see the master again. Perhaps I felt him passing in through the ether once or twice. Not 'him.' Not his physical presence, but his soul, his thoughts, his dreams. That's how he touched me. Don't ask me how long I was in that tiny cell. It could have been a week. It could have been a year. I do know they had a way to make us fall asleep. And I don't know how they did it. Edith, the Piney 'pow-wow' woman claims to know a type of mesmerism. She says that might have been it. But I did not 'see' them. In fact, there was little contact at all. I'd pass out and wake up to find an hysterical naked mortal locked in with me. They's scratch. They'd claw. The stench from their human waste sickened me. But I did it. I took them. I drank. Now I know that I told you elferinos and elferinas rarely kill mortals. We take small neat tastes and go on our way. But this was different. Maybe it was that place. Maybe it was the magic. Who knows? But I killed people...... What?...... Does that excite you? I can tell that it does. I can feel your heartbeats. So don't be bashful. 


And then, when it was over, I'd feel the cold, blue flames as the bodies disappeared. Did I burn? No, I did not. Yet the sensation was not pleasant, nor in any way benign. A cold beyond cold, dead as the dark side of the moon...... Of course I know that phrase is inaccurate. But please allow me my illusions. After a time, the floor was thick with grease.


Oh, let me go back to another thing. The emissaries of the shah lost interest, hearing of an even more exotic prize. They said it was a 'serpentina,' a creature half snake and half woman, arranged like a mermaid, only much more sinister. Although I could tell you stories about mermaids and their equally aquatic husbands that would shock you too.


Did they try to sell me to some other wealthy magnate?... No..... A higher level of Inquisitional Officiants entered the picture, charged with strict scriptural interpretation. Thou shalt  not suffer a witch to live..... And to those benighted souls we were the same. 


I was told they burned the master. It seems he welcomed it. Sometimes ancient ones are like that. The physical world bores them. Their very bodies bore them. And they hunger for release. They hunger for something else. He prayed near the end, repeating one couplet over and over and over. He said - Look for me in the knowing eyes of a child. I have been among the dead too long............... They promised him I would not burn. Maybe that convinced him too? So he put his faith in some sort of second chance reincarnation and walked to the stake dressed in a long, coarse tunic, with long sleeves and a form fitting hood. It had holes for the mouth and eyes. He ascended the ladder and climbed over the high cone of twigs, known as 'Mount Moriah,' for Abraham climbed that mountain to sacrifice Isaac, and he cooperated when they bound him to the rough, dry wood. A functionary came forth, bearing a small cauldron filled with viscous oil. He passed it off to others, who struggled up an even loftier ladder and dowsed  it over my master's head. I think they did that four or five times. And he never stopped chanting that 'knowing eyes of a child' thing. 


The courtyard was packed. Every religious in attendance compelled to bear witness. They stood there in ranks, like chess men upon a black, metallic plain. No prayers were said. They were merely exterminating a monster. And so they lit him up....... There was no cry. At first he trembled, more rapid than any mortal could ever do. And then the flames engulfed him, searing every part of his being. Five heartbeats later they heard the laughter...the vampire laughter. Huge black mastiffs sniffing up and down the ranks began to howl. They told me it went on for a very long time. And the next day half of those who'd been there were still completely deaf.


But they kept their promise and me they did not burn.........


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