Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: The Book of Sarah

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: The Book of Sarah: Here's a peek at the beginning ------ My, how Tomas/Jonathon has grown!------First of all, we must agree that what comes next is fiction. Y...

A VAMPIRE ROMANCE IN OLD TARANTO OR POSSIBLY BARI

The cozy, little bistro closed for the night and so the vampires returned to the street. It was two in the morning. The city was quiet. Some blocks were completely empty, glazed in a damp, cold sheen. Tomas and Sarah silently made their way toward a small, boutique hotel a few streets away. He knew the place. Sometimes he took mortals there. But that was in the past.

The doorman smiled, as they approached and welcomed them inside. I do not know who was a familiar and who was not, but it's safe to say he had the place well peppered with them. Vampires like hotels. They confer a certain anonymity. You can hide there. Escape routes are plentiful.

The intimate lobby was especially inviting. He led her to a small pool of warm, incandescent light (no cold swirly florescent bulbs for this place) in a corner. Vampires prefer corners for the security they provide. She sat in a dark, green, raw silk club chair. He lowered himself into it's mate. A fine, old tall clock ticked off the hours. Their only company, a tired businessman nursed a scotch and water maybe fifteen cubits away. But he didn't care about them.

Tomas let his gaze rise up to a small reproduction...something by the nineteenth century Frenchman, known as David (dah-veed) and then he began......


I was in Taranto, or possibly Bari. Both cities faced the Mediterranean and after all these years seem very much the same to me. Papa was gone. Obviously, you know he created me during one of his 'worldly' interludes. Oh, he was quite involved with humanity back then. Well, up til then. For a turncoat vampire, or elferina, I think it was, fingered him to our enemies and they captured him..... The lead-lined box.... You know about lead and us... The deed was done... He was gone. That's how he wound up buried under the streets of Rome for more than ten hundred years. Did he have the power to get out on his own? Who knows? You've seen how crazy he is. But I was alone... completely and desperately alone. (He stares off, obviously reliving the experience). Sarah just sits and waits......

Some time later I found myself in a city. Oh, we called them 'cities' back then. Perhaps six thousand souls... a stone wall.... stout houses, also stone, for the self styled nobles of the place.... churches, churches and churches... a lane filled with open-front, market stalls and maybe a little corner for the Jews pressed 'gainst the wall. Not an actual ghetto. That came four hundred years later. But it might as well have been one. 

I made my nest among my brethren, lest I lapsed into Hebrew, or Aramaic while I slept. Now please know that these were not truly Inquisitional times. But blood besotted Crusaders were everywhere and they were even worse. No trial. No imprisonment. None of that. The Jew, whether old rabbi, young wife, or toddling child was hacked to death on the spot. They almost burnt me once, so I was careful. Most of the Jews there came from the north, refugees from thieving, cut-throat bands along The Rhine. They spoke various dialects of German. I did not. 'Tedesco' my kind called them. Northern peasants... little more. But they knew I was a Jew... exotic, but a Jew. So they took me in and kept me safe. Though their rabbi saw something. He asked questions. I made up answers.... An angel.... A 'Night Watch'..... sent to keep them safe in these uncertain times. Granted, this bunch paid protection to the count and bishop of the place, but an angel's help was a rich gift indeed. And after raising the sexton's daughter from some form of pestilence with a tiny bit of my blood (I called it holy wine) my position was guaranteed.

All went well til the night I first saw Lydia. She silently collected a spider's web from off a market stall, carefully wrapping it 'round a small, broken twig. Her father was an alchemist and valued such things. My enemies were his enemies and by extension hers as well. 

But I saw her eyes and she saw mine. A few moments later I kissed her deep within the darkest corner of the nearby stone arcade. Her skin smelled of bee's wax, spices and sandalwood... a true magician's daughter, for she covered me in gossamer spells and bathed my loins with gladness...... 

By now, even the businessman was listening... God knows what he thought.

So they left that place and headed back toward home......

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Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: the book of sarah

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland:... OUR VAMPIRE ENJOYS THE MANIA OF A GOOD HOT FEED... . I have fed. I'm good for another month. I told you about my mortal boyhood in o...

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: First of all, we must agree that what comes next i...

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland:~~ First of all, we must agree that what comes next is fiction. The coming of Sarah. ... 'Sarah' the name means princess , as in Sarah, the wife of Abraham......  WHEN TOMAS MET SARAH ~~~ how it all began...

VAMPIRINA BITCHES FROM THE PAST

Sarah and Tomas walked hand in hand. The late night air was crisp and chilly. Everything had the sharp, fall look that comes when the bloated heat of summer dies. They stopped to examine the posh displays at Lord and Taylor. She focused on the female mannikin, an upper-middle-class polymer bitch with neo-Sassoon, straight 'walnut' hair. How secure and complacent she looked...How oblivious. Tomas stared at the shoes worn by the male figure.... 'desert boots'... Not his favorite, even though he liked the suede. 

But something about the tableau-morte touched Sarah and she said - Who were the other ones? And I don't mean the temporary indiscretions. I don't just mean the curbside 'doxies' you mush up with here, or even Luna. She's an idiot. I'm not worried about her. But there must have been others in London, or Constantinople, or Deli, or The Emerald City, or how many other 'fucking' places you've lived in.

He looked at her. She rarely spoke that way. But Tomas knew what she meant. At first he was silent. Then he exhaled. His shoulders slumped and he answered - And each was suited to her time. Are you worried they'll be there, at the Revels, I mean? I don't know about all of them, but some might show up. Yet know this. It's like that film we watched the other night. At least the title, I liked. 'That Was Then And This Is Now.'..... (He held her)...and for life-eaters, 'now' lasts a very long time, indeed.... (Sarah just stood there) .... He continued - Sarah, this is all so new to you. My God, you're still so young in human years. You'll change. You'll know. You'll grow accustomed to it. Are you so sure you'll still want me when (gestures to their surroundings) all this is no more?..... A tear decorates the lashes of her left eye. He softly brushes it away.

Sarah whispers - I want to know their names....... She chokes back a smile. He kisses her.They continue walking toward a favorite retreat, a little place, tiny really, with maybe six booths, four tables and a snug, warm, dim, well stocked bar. 

The host, an urbane man with salt and pepper hair, knows them. He sets them up in the corner. Approximately one hundred and forty heartbeats later, drinks appear.... plain, though rather generous Martinis.... cold and crisp. They both pluck out the olives.

She takes a sip. Tomas takes three. After all, he's the one in need of fortification.then he squares his shoulders and begins ----- At first I lived a quiet life, alone and on my own. But one night.... just barely night; there was still a hint of purple in the sky, I stepped out from the loggia flanking a little plaza and saw her.... Not a vampirina... a mortal girl, she was...yet different... intelligent...an alchemist's daughter... She knew.... She knew very many things. Dark, she was, as though plucked from the sultan's harem. And her name was Lydia.... Quite ordinary in it's day and not very exceptional even now. But that was her name.... and I loved her...

Sarah put down her drink, reached across the table and took his hand.

They sat there for a moment and then he told her more......

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WILD SHIT FROM THE EARLY DAYS~~> Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: The Book of Sarah

You think they don't have REAL VAMPIRE DOCUMENTATION ON YOU TUBE? ~~~~~Well, in 'The Wonderland' we do ~~~> (I'm telling you. Go back and look at this stuff)... Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: The Book of Sarah: S 'me again, the, hell, I don't know what I am. I'm just here. but, yeah, call me the disembodied spirit. At least we're all used to that. O...

TOMAS COMMENTS ON CLOUD ATLAS AND PONDERS HIS LIFE

Tomas sat in the living room reading the paper. To a casual observer that might look strange. Most, apparently. eighteen year old individuals are oblivious to such things. They don't even use P.C.'s. If it can't be done on a smart phone, it's not worth doing at all.

But Tomas is different. He's only eighteen on the outside. And our ongoing addiction to political confrontation amuses him. So he reads and he studies and he absorbs. 

Tomas says - I like what I hear about CLOUD ATLAS. Trips through time intrigue me. For am I not doing the very same thing? I've mentioned a sojourn in Restoration England. That was a fun time, full of friends, joyous assemblies (old word for dance or reception) and rich, ribald humor. Nell Gwynne was the Sarah Silverman of her day, I suppose, or perhaps the Chelsea Handler. The king enjoyed her 'company,' that's for sure. 

We all listened attentively when he got like this, mortals and vampires. None had years to match him. True, Papa could best him countless times over. Yet the human comedy held little charm for him these days and the ageless spirit preferred hovering above us all, like wintertime fog. 

Avi knew he was there. The little dog sensed it. Annie tried her best to make him sit still, but how many baby carrots and goodies can you stuff into a nine pound Yorkie? Edith would get angry. She'd say - Who do you think is gonna have  to clean up all them little turds, you God damn, little bastid!?.....
But Annie didn't care. She loved Avi. Sarah bought him some adorable, little outfits from a doggie boutique at The King of Prussia Mall. They all got lots a crap. Everybody getting ready for The Vampire Revels. Sometimes Tomas puts on recordings, old Baroque music from umpteen years ago. He shows us steps, so we'll be able to dance when we get there. You should see the clothes he got for himself..... fine, close-fitting bootkins.... creamy, white shirts.... trim, well-cut jeans. Sarah did likewise, but she's nowhere near as vain as him. Conrad and Leo made do with The Gap. Leo has a good 'look,' actually. But he's just not into that stuff. Wants to buy little pewter knights and soldiers when we get there. Europe, I mean. Baylah already has lots a nice stuff. They know her real well around Rittenhouse Square. I don't know if Edith is gonna go. One night she says yes. The next night she says no

I'm anxious to meet Tomas' friends from his Byzantine days. Constantinople before 'the fall' and all that. You know all those old 'golem' legends from Central Europe sprang from him? He'd do that. He'd save poor Jews locked in ghettos from annihilation and certain martyrdom. 'Quickened by The Word of God,'...... that's what they said he was. Old Rabbi Lowe in Prague knew different. He recognized a vampire when he saw one. But what could he do? There were children at risk. Fortunately Tomas was a 'good' life-eater.

And there were seasons spent with Indians too. That happened when he first got here. The 'windago' they called him. The all knowing, sometimes good and sometimes bad spirit of the woods.

He tells these tales on chill fall nights. We sit by the fire. Edith serves cider.... hard cider, so the vampires can drink it. 

I've never been to Europe, let alone with a group of enchanted immortals. Who am I? 

My name is wilkravitz and I approve this message.

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