A STRANGER IN A STRANGELY FAMILIAR PLACE

Estoy un poco enferma. Me duele la cabeza. Perdona me pero a veces no recuerdo ingles, solomente espanol y yo no se porque. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. It's coming back. My mind is beginning to clear. I am not typing this from my usual place in OUR universe. Something has happened. I am OVER THERE now. The information I have been channeling is absolutely real. It comes from a parallel universe almost exactly like ours, except for the part about the soulless, frequency-entities out to destroy it (Earth, I mean.

The Pine Barrens here are exactly the same as the Pine Barrens at home. In fact, I AM HOME. This Jersey is our Jersey. Sure, some of the details are a teensy bit different. Over here, the planet is encased in a storm-tossed, concentric salt water shell hovering two hundred miles over head. We still have clouds. We still have air. Planes take off and fly to exotic destinations, all within a dark, green, liquid wrapping.

I mean I would channel this and type it up for world-wide consumption, but I never actually visualized it before. I want to go back. I do. I really do. But I'm scared. Doctor Franklin is the only one who can help me. Some of the other Anti-Enchantment-Bureau guys (female guys too) might be able to do something, only none of them are here. They took off for Mars in one of the new ion-turbo-drive ships they've recently developed.

The REAL Edith seems pretty nice though. That's who I'm staying with. And the cabin in the pines is not like I imagined. It's much nicer, like a scaled down Pocono retreat. We got a fire going. There's always a fire going. 'A' because it's the primary source of heat and 'B' because it's always dark now. Sunlight doesn't penetrate down through the watery shell. Scientists 'here' say that means the 'sky-sea' is at least six hundred feet deep. A few think it might be more than two thousand. Trees are still OK, at least in our part of the world. That's because it's almost winter here. The leaves are gone. Photosynthesis has stopped for the year. But other vital forms of plant life are dying. Sea plankton (from the real sea) is disappearing, so say good bye to the food chain. And the Southern Hemisphere can't grow anything at all. The news says some small scale cultivation is being attempted in large green houses equipped with row after row of ultra-violet 'grow' lights. Some people are doing the same thing here. The only problem is a tomato will cost more than a new brassiere.

It's scary out in the woods too. Bobcats are all around, big ones. Mr. Edith (her husband) says some of them might be lynx's. And the Jersey Devil population is getting a little berserk too. They run through the pines screamin' and screamin' . None of the 'elves and cherubs' like it. They're afraid to go out. Not that the equine monsters could do anything to them, what with their being vampires and all. But they're juvenile vampires and some of them are prone to bad dreams.

Let me tell you, it is PITCH BLACK outside. People burn wood for heat AND light. Candles are getting scarce too. Baylah, the Beyonce look-a-like vampire (I'm glad I was able to actually meet her), roams the pines searching for abandoned bee hives. She brings back the wax. Edith and the other Piney women know how to make it into candles. The Red Paint guys been trading root vegetables (they're big on preserving root vegetables) for batteries and stuff with people at the Fort Dix PX. I guess pickled carrots and turnips must  taste good, or something.

Nobody can make it out to Mars anymore. The ships can't pass through the sky-sea. It drowns the engines. They say one or two of the big ones got through. Radio guy said they cut power prior to 'submerging' and floored it once they got out. Inertia's what did it. A few want to try it again, but people are scared. They have to orbit just below the sky-sea line a couple dozen times to build up enough speed to bust out. And it's not like the fumes can just drift out into space. We are locked in a giant basement down here. Roaches seem to like it. They must be having permanent orgies, or something, 'cause you see 'em (well actually crunch or touch 'em) everywhere. They tell me the worst part is when they tickle your legs just as you're trying to fall asleep. A biologist on the internet (and for some reason, we only get that maybe an hour or two a 'day.') says we'll be eating them soon. Hey, they buy fried grasshoppers on the street in Mexico, so?

I guess Blackie and Minnie are still prowling 'round across the river, over in Philly. God, it's hard to believe they're real. Channeling is one thing. Feeling and seeing is something else.

I asked about my parallel universe duplicate over here. The Red Paint guys laughed. They know everything. One of their women (who looks just like famed alpine skier Peekaboo Street) told me that will never happen, 'cause I'm 'occupying his reality.'  I wonder if that means he's over there safe in my world?

Tonight we ate crayfish from this little stream they got, so I guess maybe next week it'll be time to move on to  roaches. I mean how different can they taste?

I like Pin Head Mel though. He's nice. He's a good soul. All this darkness doesn't bother him. He likes running through the inky woods. But before, when we were playing Yatzee, he told me he smells things, crazy things. I asked him what it smelled like. He said like the elves, but 'dirty... real dirty.' Baylah says we should be on the look out for 'noxious' vampires. She's a 'noble' like Jonathon and Sarah and all the others. But she knows....... she knows. Edith says they're already in the Poconos. I mean, she got the pow-wow in her and she just feels things like that..

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LAILAH HAS AN ENCOUNTER

Now Lailah, the fifteen year old daughter of the pious Armenian cleric had been in the presence of the sound beings for a certain period of time. Don't ask me how long. Things are not finite in the universe. Existence itself depends on fluctuation and change. But she felt things and she saw things. Were the sights she viewed really there? I told you. What difference does that make. It was her reality. It was her truth. And in no way less valid than any other.

She saw a radiance, a nebulous globe, spinning first one way and then another, it's axis constantly changing. Tiny points of light swarmed 'round the luminous orb. And she knew that she was one of them. Upon approaching, she felt a heat that was not heat, but rather an all encompassing peace. Music eminated out from an indistinct surface. At least it was music to her. Now the orb was like a mountain and she but a little goat. Moments later, it enveloped her and the music stopped. She floated in the midst of utter emptiness. No light. No sound. No air. The space seemed infinite. Lailah wanted to scream, but she was to. Quiet, she must be quiet, like a mouse in the midst of a cavernous house. And she existed like that for thirty five human heartbeats.

Then a needle, an unbelievably thin needle came down from a region  far above her head. Another approached from an unspeakable distance away, tracing a line right toward her navel. Four heartbeats later, they intersected deep within the core of her being. And she felt nothing, as both were wrought from light. An instant later, identical shafts pierced her from every possible angle, till the interior of the void was ablaze in omni-colored prismatic illumination. Then she heard a sound, like the thick, felt warmth of an old, victrola turntable, spinning and spining forever. It lulled her, or the 'her' that existed within that space,  to sleep. And she knew when she awoke, she'd be safe.

Her father went into a small cellar chamber. The Old City had many of those. He quietly locked the thick cedar door, with a rough, black, iron key dating back to the time of Saladin. Then he approached a table, more a solid stone platform, and kneeled before it, fighting the arthritis all the way. An object occupied the center of the platform, it's contours hidden by an old velvet cloth. He reached out, intent on removing the covering, but reconsidered. Then he leaned forward, hugged it in his arms and laid his head  down upon it. A moment later he began to hum...just some old Armenian folk songs from the mountains near Lake Van. Tears ran down from his eyes. And when they hit the fabric, they smoked and sizzled for an instant, before solidifying into tiny puddles of gold.

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CHEER UP SLEEPY JEAN

They locked Jonathon in one of the small, stainless steel feeding cells. All interior surfaces were clad in thick, matte finished metal. Seams were so fine, as to be almost invisible. Only a simple drain, down in the middle of the floor, interrupted the smooth, cool expanse. He crumpled to the floor and curled back into his now habitual fetal position. A little while later, the door opened again and they pushed her in, a pudgy, mean-faced little bitch. Bought her from some overcrowded cow-jail back on Earth. Kicked a  crippled kid to death in tenth grade. Did the same thing to a Hindu kid a year later. Mom didn't want her. Judge didn't care. She only had a public defender and he couldn't afford to kick back nothing, so they buried her alive. Locked her up for good and scissor-cut the swipe card. Eight months later, they shipped her out here, in a cage, snapped in next to some container-boxes filled with suppositories and Malox. Variations in gravity play shit with digestion and regularity. Other 'T.V.' (terrestrial vampire) dinners came in from all over the place. But she was one of the few who traveled alone. Told her mama she got snatched up by a giant eagle. It was either gonna be that, or chupicabras. Look, with an upside down ocean roiling away two hundred miles overhead, a giant eagle sorta make sense. And the nicotine saturated, squinty-eyed virago bought it. Warden bought her a new imitation Lazy Boy reclining chair, just to make things right.

So she starts yellin' and fightin' and kickin' and scratchin'. Spit in his face too, I think. But Jonathon just pushed her away. He didn't care, not til she nicked her big, bulby 'gorilla' toe on a sharp imperfection stickin' up from the drain cover. Then, it WAS ON. He jumps her and, starts grabbin' her all over. But just in  case you don't know, naked, hosed-down chubby girls tend to be mighty slippery. So they fall down on the floor. He slaps her a few times. She ball-kicks him real hard once or twice . Yeah, he was naked and hosed down too. Don't ask me. Somebody came up with that rule and all the other sons-a-bitches decided they liked it.

This wrestlin' match goes on for a few dozen heartbeats. Look, being a vampire and all, he coulda finished her quick, but I think he was still groggy. That had to be it. 'Cause when his eyelids fluttered for a second or two , she BANGS his head into the matte, finished, metal wall. He did look like he was gonna black out for a  minute. But then he shakes it off ... and his face takes on a real bad boy, leering grin. You ever see that poster from A Clockwork Orange... the one with Malcolm McDowell on it? You know, in that sexy, little derby and the eye make-up and all? Now I do think a different disembodied spirit made a similar reference, but that's just because it's so fitting. And Jonathon does make that bad boy face so good. Lemme tell you, Mr. Never You Mind seen lots a crazy maniacs and our Andalucian vampire is an expert at the craft.

She sees the change and backs up into a corner. Then she starts wailin' like it's 'first night' in 'juvvie' hall. Slides down the wall and sits there blubberin'. Bangs on the the metal, yellin' for somebody to help her. Gets all hoarse. Spits up a little phlegm. But he don't care. Just spoons in next to her, wraps his arms 'round her and bites through the skin. Stayed that way a good long time, just rockin' back and forth and holdin' her. Must a been takin' little drinks, but just little ones..... I think she liked it. Then he starts makin' deeper bites all over the contours of her bare, quivering body. Drank up all her good, hot, steak-tastin' blood. You know, fat people got a lot a that. She just moan and all. And he drinkin' and drinkin'. And she dyin' and dyin'. But he ain't cruel. No, sir, he ain't. So before she slipped away for good... he made sure she had a real happy 'bon voyage' party.

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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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