..how a vampire transforms a world... THIS IS WHERE WE'RE GOING .. 11/11/14

This is a continuation, picking up roughly where 11/5/14 left off~~~~~

The kitchen 'girls' came down when it was still dark. They didn't care about the death of the 'young miss,' but they did gossip about what killed her.  The tall, more or less collie looking one thought she shot herself. Her co-worker, a stout, peasant looking, mastiff thing didn't care one way or the other, just busied herself peeling SUV sized spuds for the homemade tater salad, after. 

Tall one says (in giant dog talk) - What all you want me to do with them little people? ... Stout one goes - Shut up and don't ask me, you stuck up, bitch you. I seen you mushin' up with the first footman. He liked me first (tall one rolls her eyes) and you know it. How you do with your tail and all, swishin' it around. That's a whore tail. Everybody say it is and I'm gonna bite it off. So leave me alone.......

They work in silence. More potato peeling. Tall one makes some kind of peanut butter and suet cookies. They are dog people after all. Then stout one says - Raw. Raw. Serve 'em raw. But wash 'em up real good first. Get that little rubber hose and hook it up to the sink. Reach into the tank, grab one, but don't kill it. Lay it down on the dish towel, ass side up. Spread the cheeks and wash it real good, 'cause some a them gonna have lots a shit up there an' you gotta clean it out. Rich folk ain't partial to shitty crap, specially at a funeral. Specially when nobody know how she died. Wonder who's gettin' her old clothes? You know she gets her entire wardrobe from Wolff's in the city. New stuff every year. Wouldn't mind some a that myself.... Tall one snorted- What's a stumpy little thing like you gonna do with her city clothes? Make turbans outta them?..... Stout one goes - You keep talkin'. That tail's gonna go bye-bye. One night you gonna be sleepin' and I'll go 'Whoops! The razor slipped!.. And we're all gonna laugh!..... Tall, collie-looking thing says - Aw, you can go to hell...... But meanwhile she keeps washin' them asses. Then she put 'em in a big stainless steel bowl with steep sides, so they can't climb out, 'cause if one runs away and dies behind a cabinet, or something, it is gonna stink. Picks up another one. Lays it down on the towel. Gets the little hose. Opens up the butt cheeks. Gives a look and sees this one ain't dirty down there. Holds him down anyway and gives a good squirt, just in case. Two heartbeats later she's screamin' and yelpin' and grabbin' her paw-hand, which is all shredded and gushing blood. Everything's all red. 

Stout one yells - What the hell did you do!? The potatoes! The potatoes! Watch the potatoes!..... Collie girl wraps another towel 'round her hand and runs out.

But that clean-assed little thing ain't on the counter. He ain't no where. Stout one looks and looks and looks... He's gone... 
Thing is, he's a vampire. You know the one they call 'Polidori?' That's him. Shucked off his clothes so he'd fit in. Already made four new ones. Vampires, I mean. Ain't all shucked their skin yet, but they do drink blood. Soon they'll be 'sublimating' (passing through all types of matter) and killin' dog folks too.

Soon they'll be a whole army.

Little humans in that stainless steel bowl start buzzin'. Not so you'd hear. Their method of communication is more chemical. Touch faces. Touch bellies, buttocks. Bring hands up to their cheeks and they know. 

You see, they don't all have to go vampire. That would be suicidal. Just some. Just a few...

Just enough to kill all them giants.

Stout one don't even feel that little human thing creepin' up her back. Don't even feel it climbin' up her skirt... her apron strings... her blouse. Thinks it's like a little itch on the back of her neck. But then it's too late... 

Every mammal, except one or two sloths, has seven neck bones... seven vertebrae. Humans, giraffes, bats... dogs. Even monstrously huge dogs on a far off planet, in an alternate universe... Even the stout, mastiff looking thing. And all the tiny human had to do was pierce through one of them..Just sublimate... Just break the bone. Just severe the nerve and that would be it. 

And that was it. No one ever knew if Tillie, or Tomas, or the 'mother' woman, or one of the new ones did it.  What difference would that make?... One heartbeat later she was paralyzed, sprawled on the ice cold tiled floor.... Ten heartbeats later she was dead....

Did the funeral still go on?.... Of course...

But God knows what they did for potato salad....

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Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: Idina Menzel - No Day But Today - Los Angeles, Oct...: A rainy night. No fancy script, just plain letters. They are not here. Tomas and his Sarah are out, bundled against the cold hard......... Please click on the IDINA MENZEL line up above for a reprise of a good episode from eight months ago. A cold damp night is a cold damp night. And good music is good music. ~~~~~ NO DAY BUT TODAY.



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peek into another place and another vampirina we haven't encountered yet 11/8/14 .. Autumn - Vivaldi

Seasons change. Lives pass. There are members of the night world we haven't encountered yet. While Tomas and his band prepare for The Redemption of The Prey People in that strange alternate universe ruled by Giant Civilized Canines, let us explore another place...



Fall settles upon the land. Not the soft, warm, 'Indian Summer' variety of September or October. This manifestation cuts deeper. Leaves are gone. Most of the insects have died. Apples are in the barn. Turkeys say their last prayers in anticipation of ritual slaughter. Children hurry home from school under grey and darkening skies.



A fox takes up residence under a holly thicket, waiting for careless, fat squirrels and their acorn spiced flesh. Grandmother walks the grounds, cataloging every image, as she has always done. Some gnarled maples... Crayfish in a brook... Ravens in the branches of recently denuded oaks. She loves the place, two hundred acres of meadow and woodlands tucked away in an unspoiled corner of Bucks County.... America's Cotswolds... another Brigadoon. And on a rise, overlooking a rustic, though subtly manicured greensward sits  'the house' a late Federalist, Pennsylvania stone manor. Has it been in the family since the beginning?... No, they came after the Franco-Prussian War, 1872 or 1873. Great-great-great- great Grandfather arranged finances for the Prussian ruling house. His second son, never to lead the firm, since that burden always falls upon the eldest, was provided with funds and shipped off to America. Connections in Philadelphia and New York arranged a position with The House of Warburg in Manhattan, a private bank heavily invested in railroads and silver mines. Thus was the family's 'New World' fortune established. 



Heinrich became Henry and Eisenstein became Ironstone, as the family settled into nineteenth century Philadelphia. The Bucks County place was mostly for weekends then. For the most part, life passed within the confines of a commodious brownstone mansion on North Broad Street, not far from The Pennsylvania Academy of The Arts where Thomas Eakins taught, and hard by that bastion of New World Spirituality, Temple Rodeph Shalom, mother chapel of the Reformed Faith hereabouts. Indeed, the family still prayed there, if not every Saturday morning, or Friday evening, often enough.



Once, while walking home from Eventide (the sundown service) an Ironstone son, some say Reggie, others Barnet saw a young woman... little more than a girl actually. Her hair was lose and full, an almost scandalous rarity in those days. And her coat seemed a bit too insufficient  for a November night. Although lyrically beautiful, she seemed 'fallen.' The brothers tried not to make eye contact, though in her own soft way, the girl was quite brazen and she decided for them.... Please, sirs - she said - may I have some assistance?... Though instead of lowering her gaze, as other, still respectable, beggar girls might, she continued to look right at them..... Perhaps it was Reggie who gave her the silver dollar. She took it and laughed--- Not this. I didn't mean this. Please help me. Please help me. .... Then she trembled and sighed, as her eyelids fluttered and she collapsed against Barney's (well, that's what they called him)  velvet collared Chesterfield coat. He didn't know what to do... She began to slide down toward the sidewalk.... Grab her. Grab her! - said Reggie... So he did... And seven minutes later, in a deepening late fall chill, they carried her 'round to the stable entrance and put her in a storeroom by the kitchen. Did anyone see?... Not really. Gas lights soften details and provide, at best an 'impressionist' image of the truth.



Thus came Elizabeth. Was she a vampire then?... No, but quite far down that road.... They bribed the cook and hid her from the family, feeding her cold meats, buttered bread and hard cooked eggs. Though a fortnight hence she dined on other things.....



Grandmother knew the tale. They all did, for Elizabeth was still with them.....



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not part of our pixilated paranormal tale, but too good to pass up ... 11/6/14 ... David Letterman - Darlene Love "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)" 2013

Tomas left the little boy and girl in a velvet lined lacquered box in the library. The lid didn't fit right and wouldn't close tight, so they'd get air. He threw in a few supplies from the dollhouse kitchen too...a  couple bottles of sparkling water... thimble filled with bacon shavings and tiny, chocolate chip sized, round loaves of pumpernickel bread.. Then he pushed the box behind a stack of books. They'd be alright, since the table was wedged in a corner hard by an ugly chair. Nobody would sit there.



Then he sublimated down to the cellar just in time to see the kitchen girl and two footman slide out the large tray and begin gathering what to them were miniature humans. The huge, civilized, dog things carefully plucked naked people up from the damp mushroom bed (careful not to crush any) and dropped them into a cigar box sized, wooden container,

perhaps eighty in all.  Considering what they'd just seen the tiny vampires do, some of them didn't want to go. Now they had an alternative. Now there was something else. Before, it was just live-graze-mate-reproduce-get taken to the glass tank in the kitchen-and die a horrible death. But now, even though they did not have a word for it, they could be vampires... little tiny, clueless, mean ass, vampires. At least that was something. So they squirmed and kicked and bit. Some were dropped to their deaths on the hard packed dirt below. A few survived, after a fashion, but the red, crab things quickly shredded them to bits. One or two fell into the folds of the kitchen 'girl's' skirts and carefully lowered themselves down, disappearing under the bottom of the lowest tray. Would the crab things find them? Who knows? But for now they were free. And some (the biters mostly) got crushed between rough, canine, paw-like fingers...  Ribs caved first... Abdominal organs spurted out through ruptured testicular sacs in the males and grotesquely swollen pudenda in the females. Thousands of shrimp sized people in the other stacked trays (fifteen in all) huddled together in the dirt. Next time it might be their turn.



But Polidori was in the box and the brand new vampire boy was too.



Then the footman slid the large rough, wood tray back in place, never a smooth procedure. When they had to jamb it in a few people bounced over the side and smacked down on the dirt. But they were only the second or third tier off the ground, so the fall to them equaled approximately two stories. Were there dislocations? Yes. Blunt trauma injuries, scrapes, fractures too. But they didn't suffer long. Crabs got them.



Tomas saw it all. Then, in near total darkness he climbed the old, splintered steps, squeezed under the door and entered the cold, shadowy kitchen. There was no moonlight. But white, midnight clouds reflected a bit of weak illumination in through the large, multi-pane windows. The glass tank was up there. From his angle he could just barely see it. But he could smell the humans and the two vampires inside. Should he sublimate? He did manage to make it through the huge, canine skull. But powers vacillate and he still had to get through the thick glass. If it was crystal, if there was lead in it that would be impossible. Vampires can't pass through lead. But the glass in the tank had a green tint. Crystal is usually clear... utterly clear.... 'crystal' clear. Well, he'd know soon enough.



The staff would be back to start preparing soon.... Bake bread...maybe a few pies and cakes what with the funeral luncheon and all. He had to be ready by then. Make a few more vampires. Kill a few more of the giant canines. Scare them. Terrify them. Make them think all humans had the power now. God knows what would happen then.



But at least it would be over. One way or another it would stop. The people would be free.



What came after was something else...



It had to work. It had to. And the children in the lacquered box had to be safe.



Tomas cried. He just wanted to go home. But we all want a lot of things and most times they never happen...



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VAMPIRE MAGIC COMES TO THIS STRANGE WORLD... 11/5/14

The children slowed them down and the three newly hatched vampires studied them intently. Considering two of them filled the roll of 'mother' and 'father' that was rather shocking. Tomas, fortunately, remembered his spiritual past and more and more found himself drifting back. The 'mother' and 'father' sensed his disapproval and hunted elsewhere. Quick forays down to the cellar, helped along by their ever increasing sublimation abilities opened their eyes... The stories were true. Tomas' stories were true. Thousands and thousands of dazed, silent humans, lying naked in huge stacks of ... well, mushroom beds. Not much light. Hardly any, really. They ate the mushrooms and the sprout-like things that grew there too. The humans, I mean. Grazed would be a better word. What did they think of? They obviously reproduced, so they had to think of something. A few from the lower trays tried to get out from time to time. But the red, crab things scuttling around the damp, dirt floors took care of that.

The girl from the glass tank on the counter in the kitchen started out down there. Now she's a vampire too. Oh, and Tomas gave her a name. He calls her Tillie, after a companion he had in Restoration England. The 'father' person wanted to change his name. Said it wasn't suited for a vampire. Wanted to be known as Doctor Polidori. You see, he morphed into this place thirty or forty years before Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. Only vampire he knew was Doctor Polidori. So he was Polidori and she was Tillie. The 'mother' person didn't have a name, not in any Earth language anyway. But she watched. She observed everything and would have one soon enough.

Tomas told them, Polidori and the 'mother' person, I mean, that they could sublimate through the crab things and finish them, just as he finished the canine giant upstairs. But they were afraid. So they raced across the hard packed earth two steps ahead of the huge, snapping 'castanets' and vaulted up into the second, or third tray, landing amidst pathetic, terrified, voiceless humans. Some of them chirped. They could do that. And the big ones instinctively sheltered the children. But it did no good. The new vampires were hungry. They needed food. The 'mother' person grabbed a little boy. She greedily hugged him, cooed and stroked his hair, then sank her teeth deep into his neck and killed him. After that she took his grandmother too. Polidori made do with a fat male. Just one. But he weighed more than the other two combined.

When it was done they looked. The frightened humans pressed back, forming a semi-circle with a radius of perhaps fifteen feet.  They saw the victims spontaneously ignite into cool, blue flames and disappear. A few cried. Those farther back pushed forward, reaching toward the faces of the witnesses. Then they brought their hands back to their own cheeks and knew. Polidori and the 'mother' woman watched and they knew too. These beings communicated. Not with words, but in their own unique and foreign way. Maybe it's based on chemical secretions from the skin, or some sort of electrical charge. But it was real.

One young man crawled over the writhing bodies to get a closer look. He saw the last, large, flaky ashes rise up from the greasy residue and disappear, floating out from the space between this tray and the next. Then he stared at the one called Polidori in wonder and amazement and the one called Polidori stared back. 

Ten minutes later it was done and the curious young man from the cellar was a vampire too.

But someone was coming. A giant canine kitchen 'girl' pounded down the old, wooden steps, followed by two 'footmen.'  They slid out the third wooden tray from the bottom, just over knee height to them, put it down on the floor and began choosing  human delicacies for the holding tank in the kitchen. A hurricane lamp shed just enough light for the task.  Next day was the funeral. After the two hundred foot long coffin found its place in the earth they'd all come back for a luncheon....

And live home grown humans were on the menu...

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THE RISING OF THE SHRIMP SIZED HUMANS... 11/4/14

They found her in the morning. A thin trickle of blood ran down from her ruined left eye and there was also a dark, sticky puddle under the right ear. By that point any of them might have done it. Sublimation training went well. The 'father' person, the 'mother' person, the girl from the glass tank in the kitchen... they all could do it. Vampire projectiles able to slice through, almost, anything.... an exquisite dollhouse filled with tiny, lethal monsters. But Tomas did it. As the most experienced and adept, it was only right that he go first. So he crept from the scaled down mansion as she slept, sublimated to the floor, scurried across the four acres of area rug in the moonlight, climbed up onto the sleigh bed and went straight to it. The two hundred and ten foot tall, blond, more or less Afghan looking canine woman slept.... and she never woke up.

He found his footing on the cool sheet. The thick, down, mattress pad made that difficult... like walking on a cloud. Then he gazed up at her immense head, lying cheek down (if canine giants actually had cheeks) upon the huge pillow. How peaceful she looked, like a slumbering, mammalian dragon. No, bigger than a dragon...like a sleeping, fine-muzzled, Gorgo (look that one up).

Did she deserve it? That was complicated. In her world she did not. Or even if during times of quiet contemplation she did... even if they recognized the satanic nature of things, she didn't have to worry about any sort of punishment. That's just how it was. Even fascists kiss their children.

So he thought the thoughts he had to think... felt his body energize and rose up. Once his bare feet left the cotton it all happened very fast. And the infinitely experienced vampire pierced through the skin of her eyelid like a laser. The rest was largely instinct, as the optic nerve and cauliflower protuberances of  her brain liquefied under his attack. She never moved. He effervesced by the right ear, solidified and climbed down, then he walked, naked (clothing rarely survives a good sublimation) back to the table, scratched his way up the cloth and went inside. The 'maid' person was gone, pinned up in a frame by the cloakroom three nights ago, as a work of folk art, but the 'mother' person ran a bath. The minute, intricate plumbing worked, so long as one of the giant domestics filled the glass reservoir bottle. Tomas laid back in the tepid water and washed the sticky, bloody bits away.  After that he dressed. Then he and his three companions, plus the 'sister' child and the 'brother' child, climbed down from their wondrous, dollhouse, palace and tip-toed toward the cellars, there to infect the others, not all of them, but enough......

The 'rising' had begun.....

A few hours later two giant canines entered the room.... a 'lady's' maid accompanied by some other type of domestic, to help the young miss prepare for the day. More outings in the bright, wintry sun.... Perhaps another sleigh ride... holly gathering... something like that. How they keened at the sight. Dried blood sealed the ruined eye. And being simple country 'girls' they sank to their knees mumbling prayers. After a bit, one left to get the family.

No one thought about the tiny, living toys in the dollhouse. Indeed, had they remained and still been mortal they would have starved...

Little lives don't mean much...

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MUSINGS ON ISOLATED SNIPPETS OF HORROR ... 11/2/14

The leaves are desiccated and brown. Flies are dying. Tired people trudge home from the bus in the dark. Old coats from last year (or last decade) are dragged out. Skin looks pale, or ashy and dead. The cold time is upon us. Humanity hides indoors, breathing in an atmosphere as dry as the Namibian Desert. 

This is when we read actual bound books and watch old movies. There's nothing like a 1930's classic on a cold, dark, almost winter night. All curled up. Wrapped in a snuggie. Surrounded by accent cushions. Doors locked. Shades down. Nesting time. As long as the phone doesn't ring, nothing could be better.

So let's talk about ancient and not so ancient types of torture.
Let's talk about solitary victims stripped bare and given over to essentially diabolical souls.

They say there was a client kingdom, far off along a distant shore of The Black Sea. Roman tax gatherers came by maybe twice a year, but their garrison just to the north kept the barbarians away. So the king paid and he seethed  at the indignity of it. And the population suffered. Some went into the sea. Dropped overboard, down into the midnight depths, freezing cold and bound in chains. Imagine those moments... conscious but doomed. Cold beyond all bearing. Heart pounding. Twisting and writhing in the crushing grip of a giant, unseen hand. Eardrums gone. Sea water rushing in, exploding delicate tubing and flooding down toward the gut. Don't gasp! Don't gasp! Don't gasp! LIVE! LIVE! LIVE! One heart beat more. One heart beat more. And still you plummet. Ribs crack. Sternum buckles. And then you gasp. And then you breathe. 

Do you know what it feels like when a mouthful of ocean water winds up in the wrong place? You know, that day at the seashore, jumping waves with your friends? Too much laughter. Too many hot dogs. Too much sand. Not enough sun block. And here comes THE BIG ONE, that moving wall of water, that mini tsunami, unbelievably huge... Then it's here, towering above you, maybe four feet over your head. You gasp, scrunch your eyes and try to live, while you and all the other little one tumble about like towels in a washer. Then you're on the sand and it's over... almost. But you wheeze and cough, trying to expel a tiny bit of water from the delicate tissues of your lungs. It hurts. It itches. You feel the pressure, but then it's gone, replaced with a red, raw, heat.

Drowning is something like that, but infinitely worse. Both lungs fill with water, like two sacks filled with cement. There's no way to force it out. If you even try more just rushes in. Air sacs begin to leak and rupture. Lungs explode. Can you imagine what that's like? I don't think you can. Crushed from the outside. Crushed from the inside... Broken and ruined... All from water. And then you're dead. Sometimes it takes five minutes. If it's really icy even longer.

And that's the most benign form of torture.

Polynesian kings staked victims down, spreadeagled, in advance of flowing lava, feet toward a searing heat, more  than twice the temperature required to melt lead. And some lava flows very slow... inch after inch after inch. Death, when it comes, is a precious gift. 

In some traditions today is All Souls Day. Pray for the dead.

And stay warm..... 

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