vampire wonderland: The Book of All Things New

vampire wonderland: The Book of All Things New: I am back. Let me wipe the cobwebs from my spiritual eyes. I am a young man in the City of Babel. The intoxicating aromas of the great comme...

vampire wonderland: The Book of All Things New

vampire wonderland: The Book of All Things New: I am more than semi-remembered. I now know my name and it is Zebulon (they called me Zeb for short). My father was a great man at the court ...

THE PHOTOLUMINESENCE OF LIFE IN THE ABYSS

I could feel the cold. Temperatures at that depth hover near freezing. But my body was immune to it. Hypothermia does not effect us. I suppose it is possible to chill a vampire to the freezing point. Surviving records indicate the Germans experimented with that in the nineteen thirties and forties. I've seen the photographs. Doctor Franklin has copies. You should arrange for him to address this group. It would be very interesting. 


You know, of course, that I was not the only vampire of my type consigned to the deep. It was the usual form of disposal for elferinos and elferinas. Inland varieties suffered other tortures, but I am not familiar with their ordeals. Roland went through it.....(she gestured toward him and he nodded). So did Albion and Celeste... even the little cherubs. And not all of us were discovered. Some still lie entombed as we speak. I believe the motion picture conjurer, known as James Cameron, has images of mysterious, leaden caskets lying forgotten on the dark, empty abysmal plain...... Sometimes I hear their voices...... Are they in pain? Who can say?.... They abide and they dream..... They say Pat Croce... and we here in Philadelphia obviously know who he is, retrieved one during a salvage dive. Doctor Franklin says 'they' have it in Washington. Those in power have always been curious about vampires. But they exploit us and the end is always bad.


After a time I began to hear songs. Sperm whales regularly visit the sea bottom. It's where they hunt for giant squid. I've heard the battles. Indeed, my casket was even knocked around in one of them. You can't imagine the power those flukes have. But most of the time it was quiet. I contracted my soul into a dream-like state and tarried with my friends. Were they mortals? Hardly. I didn't know any mortals, save for my tormentors. They sold me away as an infant. But I knew badgers and vampires and crows and wolves. So I spent my time with them.


Once a ghost came by. They're there, you know, unfortunate souls lost at sea. Some wander the depths, like silvery wraiths flickering in the darkness with their own spiritual form of bio-luminesence. And it spoke to me. Was I scared? Yes, I was. Imagine being all alone on a wide featureless flatland.... no light..... no life..... no hope. Never did I feel so vulnerable. It saw me. It saw right through me. I felt it's bleak, dead breath upon my neck as it whispered - Dance through the wall. Come out and play........ Then it kissed me and disappeared. 


As it happened, I began to realize I could leave my prison... not in any physical sense. But my soul was free to fly out and explore. I saw jewel-like fish, glittering with their own magical light. Their numbers were few, but they occasionally swam through to dine on the decomposing bits of tiny offal raining down from above.


That's when I caught the attention of a whale. He was a great paragon among his people and a veritable prince of the sea. Had it not been for that worthy soul I might still be locked inside the tomb today.......


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vampire wonderland: O. G. Tomes: The Test of Faith

vampire wonderland: O. G. Tomes: The Test of Faith: O. G. Tomes: The Test of Faith

BURIAL AT SEA~~~~~~ A Vampirina Takes The Plunge

I  heard the sound of crashing waves and felt them lift me up. They spoke to each other in a language I could not understand. Now I know it was Spanish or Catalan or something like that. In truth it might have been Calabrase or Sicilian, for the dialect heard in those lands was shaped by foreign overlords.


Now you know we never practiced any faith, any formalized faith, I mean. But the dominee did have his standards. We looked up at the stars and spoke of the heavens. He loved animals. I saw him use a bit of his blood to heal a baby rabbit once. And he dropped many a pricey bauble into poor boxes and collection plates. When they killed the Rhineland Jews, he acted as Golem. And they never knew. They never suspected.


A woman in a fine, wool, off-white pants suit cleared her throat and said - What town? Do you know what town it was?......... Marianne said - No place special. Just a little place. Rotbaum, I think he called it. Why?................Rotbaum? Did you say 'Rotbaum? - asked the woman.............. Yes - said the winsome elferina. Does it mean anything to you?................. It does. It does - said the woman. My father's people came from that place. He knew the story. He heard the legend. He spoke of  The Golem of Rotbaum. There was a book, an old book, all in Hebrew. I still have it. It tells the story. What you're talking about, I mean. We always thought it was just a fable.......... Well, it's not - said Marianne. It's true. Do you think I might be able to see it?............... The woman looked down at her hands and nodded.


Marianne exhaled and went on.......... But even though I lacked the formal verses, I still knew how to pray and I asked God to save me. Please let them repent. Please make them set me free. Let me out of this hideous casket. Put the moon above my head and I shall do good things. I repeated that over and over and over and over, but nothing happened......... I could hear them laughing. Then someone banged on the side of the chest and yelled - Silencio!...... So I did. I knew what they could do. I was afraid they'd slide me into an oven and bake me like a chicken. That's what I thought of. I didn't know if I could die. I didn't know how long it would take.... I didn't know.


They put the leaden casket on a liter or a stretcher. Maybe it was just a big, wide plank  (I didn't know) and bore me down into the hold of a ship, sliding me off  among a multitude of crates and boxes meant  for New World colonists along The Hudson. I heard them talk. That's how I know. 


By that time, my body was numb. Perhaps it was a vampire way to confront the confinement? I could feel my arms around my knees. I could feel the lid pressing down against the back of my head, but the actual discomfort (which would have killed any one of you) was far away and removed from my conscious mind, like a distant echo, or not even that. But I could think..... And my dreams were very real. So I spent the time in star-kissed glens with moonbeams and favorite, vampirina 'aunties.' Weeks went by. Sometimes the scratching sound of scabrous rats kept me company. And sometimes just the slow, deep groaning of the ship.


We were two days passed the Azores when they did it. The rough, sudden movement tore me from my reverie. I suppose it was hard to hoist me up that ladder and drag me 'cross the deck. I could hear them swearing. But it all happened so fast. Six score heartbeats later it was done. I was thrown over the side and sent plunging into the sea....... a fourteen year old soul consigned to a dark, cold tomb..... though very much 'alive.' ...... And after a long, long decent, I hit bottom, resting on my left shoulder, with my head downhill from my hips.


I could hear the metal strain and wail, crushed by the unimaginable pressure. But the casket held and I was kept quite dry......


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