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

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

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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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I felt completely alone. The master was gone. The dominee was ashes. And do you know what they did with those ashes? They carefully swept them up, baked them into little hard cakes and fed them to the dogs. Certain factions felt it made them better trackers. But what it truly did was imbue them with a very potent touch of life-eater magic. Witness the birth of the real Children of The Night. Our eternal enemy, The Brotherhood of Saint Shamus of Castle Mara uses dogs like that to this day. You hear them howl. You hear them cry. The packs are in the city. They're back. They're here....... 'Baker man, baker man, bake 'em in a pan. Pour in the ashes and shape it with your hand. One for the monk. And one for the hound who runs through the streets and tears through the town'....... Ever hear that? Ever hear the old children's rhyme? Not that they knew where it came from.... But we do.... Life-eaters, I mean. And now, I suppose, you do to.


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And then she told them more. Marianne said - One night I heard footsteps out in the passage way. But it wasn't feeding time. I couldn't hear the pathetic crying. They seemed to be running. And there seemed to be a lot of them. Finally a pounding on the door. Why they did that, I don't know. It's not as if I could open it. Perhaps it was meant to scare me?.... And it did. I curled up into a ball and lay on the greasy, leaden floor. Someone searched for the right key. I could hear it. It was almost like chimes. Then they thrust it into the ancient lock, jiggled it around and cursed, since it would not open, but finally it did, shrieking like a banshee all the way. No one said a word. A few acolytes held small, sputtering candles, throwing weak, orange shadows onto the frightening scene. Two men, I suppose they were religious officiates of some type, held out the leaden coat of mail. I put it  on and followed them down the near endless passageway toward a small door opening onto the large  courtyard. The chalk-white moon, shining through the fine, filaments of a vampire-proof sky-cloth made me blink. 


But there was no stake. There was no wood. And aside from my retinue, the cold, black space was empty. At first, I could not see it, for it matched the dull, lead panels all around us. Does lead attract lightning? I wonder. Then, after perhaps seven score heartbeats, it shimmered into existence and caught my eye... a small chest, wrought of that same, loathsome metal. They removed the coat of mail and made me get inside, forcing me to hug my knees and bow my head, before slamming the lid and locking it tight. I could hear a blacksmith come out and reinforce the exterior with thick, iron bands. After that, he sealed it shut with molten metal. I could smell it. I could feel the heat. I couldn't move. I couldn't escape, breathing in the same air over and over and over..... But that was just a habit. The oxygen, or lack of it, meant nothing to me.


Then they hoisted my tiny prison up onto some sort of horse drawn conveyance, cracked a whip and sped off threw the gate..... Finally, after a time, I began to hear the sound of crashing waves .......


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