WOUNDED ANGELS

Tonight I will tell you things. It is I. It is Sarah. The Platform is quiet. The surviving vampires have returned. Some are mute with fear. Others bound up in fetal positions. Jonathon is here with me. He sits in a chair stating at a video screen. Sometimes I pick up things. I see things in his mind. I see immensities of mass, huge rolling waves of energy that are to the Earth, as Earth is to a comet. And when he opens his eyes, they are as glass. The brown is gone. The white has vanished. They are clear. I can see the blood red tissue at the back. I can map out every vessel..

Some of the leaders had cameras affixed to their suits. The scientists were hoping for images. But they saw nothing. Yet equally tiny audio devices incorporated into the membranes heard things. They heard many things. They heard it all. Our computers can't decipher it. Mathematicians see no formula. The chaplains on board call it The Voice of God. No, they don't believe that's actually what it is, but it's definitely what it's like. One young cleric, I won't tell you his path, because that's not important, likened it to the blast of angelic trumpets. And one A.I. program calls it an infinity of frequencies. But some researchers discount that. And the A.I. program grows silent. Perhaps it sheds artificial tears?

We will not know if the multiple 'sublimations' had any effect. Detectors positioned throughout the solar system are still analyzing the results. Some near Earth report a microscopic lessening of 'Enemy' potentcy. But the sky lakes (now sky seas) continue to collect and in a few more weeks will encapsulate the planet. Conditions on the surface are cold and dim. Trees are dying. The tropical rain forests rot like garbage. And yet the 'Enemy' knows of our Martian colony. They've scanned Circus Towne1. We can pick it up. We can tell. Yet no sky lakes grow in Martian skies. Do they mean to destroy us or change us? Who can know.

He's going to feed soon. Jonathon, I mean. They told me. A victim awaits in one of the feeding chambers. They're supposed to be criminals. And I hear most are, though it's rumored some are political prisoners. Mine was an older man. They said he killed a twelve year old  girl. I did not press the issue. It was my time and I feed. I 'culled' a life. And he nourished me. Some of the other vampires, some of the older ones, are more acute. They pick up things, minute things. Papa can and he laughed. He knows these humans. He knows what they do. He's seen their rationalizations. But that didn't stop him. He had a fat one, filled to the brim with thick, rick blood. And he lapped up every drop.

The clouds of Saturn look different. At least I think they do. It's odd. When we first got here. When they first set everything up and we got our initial look at that butterscotch custard giant, many of us actually got sick. People were terrified, even vampires. It seemed ready to crush us, or suck us down into endless, toxic thunderheads.  And the thin, sharp ring edge threatened to slice us like a vast, celestial razor.. But now it's just 'Saturn' and I watch it like an aquarium. How adaptable we Earthlings are. Look at me. In a year's time I've gone from a young woman, living in Center City, Philadelphia, into a more or less competent 'vampirina.' That's what he calls me. And now I'm consort to a thousand year old Andalucian life-eater. Que sera, sera..... Am I right? Do you get it? Do you know what I mean?

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Lailah's father, the pious Armenian Orthodox cleric, hurries through the dim, winding byways of the Old City of Jerusalem. He hugs something to his chest. It's large and wrapped in an old woolen cloth. People jostle him . He flinches. He gasps. He runs. The streets are filled with reverberating prayer. Multitudes plead for salvation, as the lofty, watery shell continues to grow. But look. The woolen cloth comes loose. A thin, strong shaft of golden light shoots forth from the hastily wrapped parcel.. He screams. Did they see it!? Did someone notice!? But many carry flashlights in this new born gray-green darkness. And some of them are quite strong too. So the secret is still safe. He quickly wraps it tight and disappears into the crowd.....

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PIN HEAD MEL SEES THE FUTURE

Pin Head Mel runs around in the woods screamin'. He don't like the greenish light comin' down from the sky. It makes him cry and wet his pants. His people try to keep him inside, but he ain't dimb, even though he got a little tiny head. Kids used to tease him. They'd say - Boy, you must pay half price for a hair cut....He'd shake his head and grin, because he did. Now he mostly sits on the floor or out in the dirt, huggin' his knees and rockin' back and forth. Sometimes he hums a little too.

Edith sends the cherub s over. He likes that. They fly around, laughin' their little baby laughs. He chases them and tags 'em. Then they chase after him. He runs and screams like the boogie-man gonna get 'im. But you know what? Look like the boogie-man gonna get us all.

Mister Edith's mushrooms is startin' to grow. Look nice too. And he been collectin' cans a tuna fish and Hormel chili, for when the black time come. Other folks stackin' up fire wood. Nobody know how cold it gonna get. No sunlight. No nothin'. Some people movin' out. They say you gotta set up close to one a them hot springs or somethin'. Gotta stick close to the heat. If it not comin' from the sun, then get it from the Earth. They got all that hot lava percolating around under there, right? Gotta be good for more then jus' burnin' up them Hawaiian virgins. I hear those Viking people they got up in Iceland use it. Take baths in it and everything. Not the lava. That would tend to be a bit counterproductive. I mean in the hot springs they got bubblin' in the vicinity a the lava.  I could go for a hot bath. Shame I just a disembodied spirit. Don't you know me? I think you do. I'm Mister Never You Mind.. Nobody else felt like talkin', so I guess that make me the master of ceremonies tonight..

Last time I buzzed through Philly, Doctor Franklin and the rest were leavin'  all them secret laboratories they got. Packed everything up. Put the mermaid hag, the Jersey Devil and all them other heebie-geebies they got into trucks and jus toted 'em off. Guess they dumped that ugly fish bitch somewheres off 'Lantic City. Jus' threw her back, like a much too ugly to fry sea bass. Devil mus be runnin' round back in the Pines. Don't know what they gonna do when the big chill comes. Some say them mermaids and mermen gonna shimmy  down deep to them undersea, hot water pipes they got (vents, they call 'em). Gonna live off clams and crab-bugs in the dark.Wish 'em luck, but I wouldn't like that. Gimme a good sweet potato pie and glazed pork chops. Guess they gonna be able to raise pigs in the dark. For a while anyway.. The two-legged-no-fish-tail, split-assed people. I mean..

Minnie and Blackie want a 'turn' some hoomin people they like. You remember them. They vampires too, only I guess God didn't give 'em no starring role. They say it'll be easier for vampires. Least they hope so. Edith tells 'em to wait. Minnie mostly stays in Center City. It's funny. She look like a old lady. Not her skin. She still got that vampire skin and all. But her face, the way she look, the way she stand. It ain't the same Minnie no more.

Annie been real quiet too. Somebody from Doctor Franklin drove out here, to the Pines, I mean. She wanted to take that little vampire gal wit 'em. They gonna go ZOOM, up to the moon, or some place even worse. Never did care much for travelin' myself. Luna came with. Annie is partial to her. But she used to the elves now, so she say 'no.'

People payin' all kinda a money tryin' to get ass room on one a them space ships, cryin' how they gotta get to Mars. Circus Towne1, Circus Towne City, that's where they wanta  go. But who care about money now? You gotta know somebody. You gotta have the right cousins. Shove that money. This the Twilight Zone. And that ain't no joke. Look up. you gonna tell me I'm wrong. Elves and cherubs stay out mos' the time now. Blackie gets up early too.Don't know who or what they been eatin'. An' they don't wanna say.

Other kinda vampires runnin' round too now, crazy ones, 'noxious' ones. Ain't seen 'em here, but they close. Guy wit a ham radio say two crazy zombies (but they ain't really zombies) been killin' folks up 'round the Poconos. Know how we know they ain't zombies? Ain't no bones left. No gristle. No hair. No toe nails. It all burns up. You know... blue flame and all. Vampires... That a sign a vampires..... Come on, all you 'regulars' know that.

Come back tomorrow night.... Sarah gonna be here then.... Think Lailah's daddy got somethin' a say too....

Man, I wish they disembodied me in another universe, like the one you got, maybe.Muss be good bein' dead over there...

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LIFE-EATER MINIONS DEFEND THEIR PREY

Such are conditions on Saturn. The monstrous roiling clouds, thousands of times greater than clouds on Earth, encircle the planet in huge bands. They appear to possess a washed out orange, or yellow color due to heavy amounts of sulfur in the atmosphere. At the highest levels temperatures fall to near three hundred degrees below zero. Approximately fifty miles down they're analagogous to an Antarctic winter...a record breaking, bone shattering, soul crushing Antarctic winter. Even the penguins, including those with happy feet, would die. Temperatures reach zero degrees centigrade, the freezing point of water, one hundred miles down. But before you start packing, know this. The ambient gases reek of caustic compounds. Ammonia and similar unpleasant concoctions are everywhere. Oxygen is present, but in sub-therapeutic, cruelly tantalizing amounts. And we must remember the winds. Some zephyrs reach speeds in excess of twelve hundred miles an hour, almost twice the speed of sound. There's probably a strange, frigid sea further down, though it's not water, but liquid helium. You may have seen human scientists freeze  roses in it. Saturn is like a beautiful ornament definitely not meant to be touched.. And the 'Enemy' hides behind it.

The Archangel Corp formed ranks. Jonathon, Rafiq and Teddy joined the others. Human technicians went up and down the rows spraying each fanged warrior with a certain compound meant to preserve and protect the beneficial qualities of the black, rubber-like suits. Yet if those wearing these suits were, in fact able to successfully sublimate through the Enemy, what would happen to them when their atoms scatterd?. Granted, buy Star Trek standards, they'd only be stretched a little.  The membrane, plus the more-than-human beings inside them would reappear once the sublimations were over. Yet what fundamental changes would occur?

Lights were low in the vast chamber. It looked like a clean, white gym, or aircraft hangar closed down for the night. Small, strap-on 'jet' packs were distributed. The vampires strapped them om. The thrust provided will help them reach sublimation speeds in a vacuum. And when that happens, will they pass naked, right through their form fitting garments? No. The energy produced radiates out from their bodies to a distance of about ninety centimeters (3 ft.) . That's  how Jonathon was able to take Sarah with him when he'd sublimate with her. Now it seems counterintuitive that the Enemy  doesn't realize what's coming. But how do we know what they think, or for that matter, what's even important to them?

A buzzer went off. 'Spiderman' masks went on. Conversations ceased. They say the microscopic filaments in the membranes will keep them warm. I hope they're right. Now, let me tell you, I, Zebulon do not like venturing out into the void. I've done so and as a disembodied spirit what harm can it do me? Still the infinite 'nothingness' punctuated by assorted orbs disorients me. No, that's not exactly accurate. It terrorizes me. For I am reminded of nothing so much as  the complete absence of God.

Teddy fought back tears. They were all warned not to cry. The liquid might freeze inside the masks and hurt their eyes. He stood there with the others, as the huge  doors opened and the atmosphere rushed out. Each rank advanced toward the brink in their turn. Departure was well rehearsed. Kick off the magnetic shoes. Step out into the firmament. Sublimate away from the station and turn on the jet pack. Training was so thorough, they did this automatically. Jonathon stared up at the butterscotch behemoth looming above. The dark, gray, 'plastic' lenses covering his eyes allowed just enough light to see. Most of the others did the same, offering silent prayers in a variety of tongues. Then they focused on the leaders, identified by small, red, blinking lights fixed to various points on their suits. Signals followed and they 'disappeared,' sublimating through the vacuum (extremely difficult) towards a rondevous with a mysterious coordinate up ahead.

So far all went well. Then a vampire near the edge of the swarm lost focus, flickering out of sublimation and tumbling up toward the hell that is Saturn. In three seconds he vanished into the clouds. But four heartbeats later, the leading edge made contact with the Enemy.........

First came tiny echos, chime-like harmonies akin to choirs. Then the chords seemed to thicken, enveloping them in a lugubrious cloying web making forward momentum almost impossible. Light seemed to vanish. Oh, it was still there, but they could not see it. Not here. Not deep within an entity made from whispers. And they could feel the little words, touching them, kissing them, tickling them. Till the sound itself took 'form.' Perhaps this is how dolphins see down in the inky depths? Or maybe souls in perdition. Earth-sized waves rolled up to meet them.. Some fell out of sublimation, instantly 'snapping' into view, as legions of hungry whispers devoured them like piranhas. Even the jet packs disappeared..

Teddy cried as he pushed forward. He missed his neighbors. He missed his street in Winnipeg. But he knew from 'frequency' training that Jonathon and Rafiq, his partners, were right beside him And they could sense that their sublimating energy 'irritated' the creatures, much like mites burrowing under the skin

Four thousand vampires went out that first time. Twenty eight hundred came back. But Teddy was not among them. Scientists on the station detected a very slight drop in 'Enemy' power. But back on Earth, the sky lakes continued to grow. Seas were forming. Vast stretches of Europe and the North Atlantic were shrouded in dark, green undulating shadows. Headlights stayed on 'round the clock.

Yet not all of the twelve hundred vampire casualties were destroyed. Some were still quite viable. And Teddy was among them.......

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THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM.......THE BATTLE BEYOND THE ASTEROID BELT

There are still vampires in Philadelphia. They're all not 'up amongst the stars.' Minnie still lives her life. Luna wanders about. And Blackie's here too. He was over in Jerusalem, but he came back. It's not that he lacked the spiritual sentiment and dedication of the others. He feels things too, but it just felt right for him. He visits the folks out in the Pines from time to time. The elves like when he comes. They wait for the toys. He always brings toys. They're more than three hundred years old. Maybe a lot more. Yet they still love dolls and games.

Albion and Roland are the hobbyists. They spend hours assembling tiny plastic villages, complete in every detail. When the juice is on, they run the trains. Celeste and Marianne like the dolls. Not baby dolls. Not play-things. They prefer fine collectibles.... the better Barbies..... little bisque princesses. Sure, it's rustic out here in the woodlands. But Mr. Edith set them up with a little out building. I think it was once a chicken coop, or a workshop, or something like that. But  it's been cleaned up. Edith even made some nice red and white checked curtains for it. They got shelves now, some pine benches, a few chests. There's no electricity. All the light comes from candles. But Pineys are careful about that stuff, so there's lots of glass 'hurricane' cylinders around here. No open flames. Nothing like that. They'll be all right. I wonder what would happen if some proverbial racketeers came out here to whack a 'mole.'? You know, some guy who was leaking secrets to the cops?. Imagine them snaking out into the forest, guns drawn, when they stumble on this little cozy cottage all lit up with flickering orange candle light. And then they peek into a window and see a few goodhearted  vampire kids quietly playing with their toys. The girls off to one side. The boys in theirs...... It makes me laugh. That is if I had teeth and a tongue and a wind pipe and a diaphragm I'd be laughing. But seeing as I am just a disembodied spirit, animated chuckles are out of the question. Still, I can dream, can't I? Zebulon wants toys too. After all, I'm only thirteen years old forever.

The sky lakes are multiplying, like dirty green spots on a cerulean leopard. Sunbeams still gets through. But when the waters run over a little bit and block them out, people down on the ground freeze. Nobody says a word. Mothers hug their children. Grannies start to pray. Radio reception is better than it ever was. I suppose the signals bounce off that alien force field. So all the nuts stay up all night calling in to talk shows and ranting 'bout 'the end of days.'  That must be a comfort.

What else did I want to tell you?......... Oh, yes. I wanted to tell you about Jonnathon and his buddies. He sits with Rafiq (like the twin he never had) and a little Canadian vampire, named Teddy. They're sitting together now. Two hours, maybe less and they leave. They'll scrunch their eyes shut tight. Pull on the Spiderman style face masks and shoot out  into the void to confront the Enemy. Teddy's ready to start crying. He misses his friends back in Winnipeg. You know he still lives in the house he had when he was a mortal? It's tucked into a quiet, little cul de sac, so that's no problem. He minds his own business, culls only the wicked and waves to all the neighbors. Kids love going to his house for Halloween. Levitates little Snickers bars for 'em. Drives some of the older ones to Friday night early shows at the multiplex. They don't know. Nobody knows. Nobody looks that close. This is Canada we're talking about, for God's sake. People there are polite.

And now, even though they don't know it, in a little while he'll be destroyed. But he'll do his bit....and the Enemy will be ever so slightly diminished.

They got bad creatures runnin' 'round in space. Zebulon knows. And once in a while we gotta fight 'em.....

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THE TIME OF THE WINDAGO............ NIGHT EVERLASTING

It's clear and cold tonight. The sky looks pretty normal. We know those floating lakes are out there. We can see them during the day, sickening green smudges against the blue. Some people think they're growing. I can't tell. But you see less birds flying around now. Mr. Edith (her husband) says they navigate by heavenly landmarks, stars at night, the sun during the day. I guess the lakes spook 'em.

I was thinking. Whats going to happen when the sky disappears? Whats going to happen when the lakes grow into seas and the seas grow into oceans and the oceans become one super ocean? They say it'll be dark then. But that we know. I was worried about the 'noxious' ones, the feral vampires out there in the wilderness.  They just want the blood. You know those hissing, snarling, kitty-cat wannabes they show in horror movies? Well, I'm talkin' 'bout them. If I remember right, Jonathon and Sarah encountered a few on their pilgrimage to Jerusalem.. And they weren't even the really bad ones. The Indians on the Rancokas Reservation have stories. People don't think they have any reservations in New Jersey, but they do. Edith visits them sometimes. She's not an Indian. But that pow-wow stuff mixes it all together, old English pot-stirring stuff, French pixie magic, Dutch shadow-tappers. They got some old Leni-Lenape lore thrown in too. So they get together and trade professional secrets. Them what lives on the reservation gettin' worried. Got stories of the 'windago,' a night wraith known to blow through the woods killin' folks. Some a them think it's a vampire, or more likely a clan a vampires....... As if the Jersey Devil isn't enough..... And they say these wild types will tear through the darkness killing everything. Wise up, dummies. There's a lot more vampires out there than you think Minnie's still out there. Look her up. She's one. But she ain't wild though. We're talkin' 'bout something more akin to like a zombie, or a sloopy-lu-lu. See? You gotta keep up with  this stuff. You gotta read it every night. You think we're doing this to get rich? If that's what you think, then go to hell

Edith picked up something from Jonathon. She even got a look Saturn. Almost gave her a heart attack seein' somethin' that big up so close... So now she knows where he is. Sarah's out there too, but we ain't smelled nothin' from her. Jonathon's scared. Oh, he'll do it. He's all set to cooperate with them. Just give him the word and he'll 'snap to.' They're all mostly like that, the noble vampires in the 'Archangel Corp.' That's what they call it. Some a them can't wait. You know how guilty they get? A lot of them are self-haters to the tenth degree. Martyrs, they want to be. Sacrificed to save humanity. But they're still shittin' bricks. That is if they could shit bricks.

Every once in a while Edith gets in real close. Just like a little flea dug in right behind his ear. She hears him talkin' to this buddy he's got, another 'young' vampire from Old Andaluz, only this guy started out a Muslim. He went to Jerusalem when they all did, right when the crazy stuff started happening. And he got 'drafted' into the Archangels with the rest of them. Rafiq, his name is. Looks like he could be Jonathon's brother, or at least like a first cousin. They sit together after training exercises. Both of 'em are about ten hundred years old. Only Papa didn't 'turn' Rafiq, Some counterfeit 'jinn' from Numidia did that. The two of them share stories 'bout their human families.. what went on in the ha-reem, whose kitchen slaves made the best marzipan, hawks, falcons, hootchie-kootchie girls, horses, salukis. Like two regular sheiks they are. But it calms them and frees their minds from the terror yet to come.

What must it be like out there, sublimating through the horrible immensity of space, wrapped only in a thin, tight pressure suit?. Go berserk and you get sucked into the monstrous clouds of Saturn. I don't think even a vampire could fight his way out of something like that. And if they succeed. If say a few of them actually do scramble up the Enemy and bust up their frequencies, will they come back, or is this just a kamakazi operation?

But they still go by Earth time out there and Edith says in three hours we'll know..... Mr. Edith just shakes his head and smiles. He puttin' in a crop a mushrooms.......

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STAR FLEET ACADEMY WAS NEVER LIKE THIS

They took us to a coordinate in the Saturn System. It's unnerving being so close to that world. A gas giant, they call it. Saturn and Jupiter almost became little stars. Just a bit more mass would have done it. Imagine, no true night on Earth, only a lingering shadowy gloom, punctuated by two small dots of red-orange illumination. Not points like other stars, but tiny discs. Their moons might have blossomed. As it is, we have life forms on more than five Kansian bodies. There's Earth, whatever they have on Mars, the manta ray people of Europa and a few assorted microbial wonderlands on certain other fecund worldlets.  What? You want to know what 'Kansian' is? Well we just learned that one ourselves. Astronomers just made it up. It comes from Kansas. You know how in The Wizard of Oz, the Ozians say "Kansas, she said is the name of her star. Kansas, she said is the name of her star.' ...... Now it is. Seems that was the only time they ever gave our sun a name. Sol Invictus doesn't count. That was just Latin for unconquered sun. Where's the poetry in that? And why can't it be Kansas? They have a New York City and a New York State, so? The manta ray people obviously have a different name for Jupiter. In their electro-magnetic language they have a few blips and crackles that mean 'Anchor.' Jupiter is the anchor. It holds them in place. Makes sense  to me. God knows how the Enemy describes us.

We crowd around the quartz paned windows, mesmerized by the butterscotch immensity looming above us. Huge, thick bands of monstrous clouds race across their assigned latitudes. Our trainers tell us they reach speeds in excess of three or four hundred miles an hour. Thick, twisted sabers of white-hot lighting explode through the malestrom. People scream and jump. Not only humans, vampires too.

They gave us those form flattering pressure suits. I'm not sure how they're supposed to help in this environment, but members of the science team assure us that they will. Harmonics experts have detected certain glaring irregularities in this vicinity. Computer analysis interprets  them as Enemy concentrations. So... this is their base. Lailah's in there somewhere, other creatures too.

We're going to try a series of carefully staged 'sublimations' in an effort to break up the frequency web. That's how they manifest themselves. The humans know how damaging vampire sublimations can be to living matter. We pass through the victim, like a speeding wraith, shredding their being into red, pulpy syrup. Soon we'll see what we can do to them. I won't go in alone. One vampire wouldn't be enough. But they've assembled us into cohorts. Just like the Spartans at the pass. I've become close with some of them. Not all, but a few. And they're scared too.

Papa's worried about me. He tried to get me held back, but I wouldn't let him. So now he's holed up with the Tech Boys (girls too, actually) reviewing every detail. The human doctors have been studying us. Data sent out by Doctor Franklin helped too. But what could they do? Have they called for any witches? No. Is Edith here? No. Do they acknowledge our primary spiritual component? Oh, boy, that's a joke! You know what atheists most scientists are? Not all, but most. Right now, I'd give anything for a few good Kabbalah-versed rabbis, or some hot-shot, Vatican exorcists. At least we'd be on the same wavelength.

There was one test with a 'vampire' monkey. A chimp, actually. Remember the Mr. Muggs fiasco a few months back? Well they recaptured him (he keeps escaping, giving rise to countless Jersey Devil, Bigfoot and Chupicabra encounters.) taught him a few basic sublimation moves and shot him out of a canon. No, it wasn't actually a canon. But that's what it was like. Did they get him back alive?....... Are you kidding? But the frequency web did vacillate and wink out for a few nano seconds. So now we're gonna be space monkeys too. Boy, if my mother back in Old Andaluz could see this.

Wish me luck. They're buzzing for us. God, I could go for a good aroma candle right now. Green Apple-Amazonian Hemp would be real nice.......... Listen, see that Sarah gets my books if I don't come back. Edith knows where they are. She has them both, La Ciencia Vampirismo and my own journal too.... At least something of me will live on.............

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They took us to a coordinate in the Saturn System. It's unnerving being so close to that world. A gas giant, they call it. Saturn and Jupiter almost became little stars. Just a bit more mass would have done it. Imagine, no true night on Earth, only a lingering shadowy gloom, punctuated by two small dots of red-orange illumination. Not points like other stars, but tiny discs. They moons might have blossomed. As it is, we have life forms on more than five