Some Vampires are Such Show Offs ..THE VAMPIRE REVELS 2/15/13

The next night was BLOOD DONATION night. That's when the 'noble' vampires fill little glass vials with tiny droplets of their blood for medicinal use and all that. We donate crates of it to Doctors Without Borders and a whole lot a groups. One year they tried using plastic vials, but it did something to the blood and people started getting diarrhea and itchin' and all, so the various governments made us stop. 

Everybody lines up in the great hall. Registered nurses do it...mortal registered nurses. They make these little nicks in our necks and it goes BOOP!... just like a little fountain, right into one a them kidney-shaped, stainless steel bowls. Tomas gave. Sarah gave. Baylah gave. Even little Annie gave. If I had to guess. I'd say about half, maybe a little more than half gave. 

The 'noxious' vampires just stood around smirking and giving us 'the finger.' They smoke cigarettes in long shiny, ebony holders. They grope each other and some of the mortals too. Sarah doesn't like them. Annie thinks they're cool.  They torture the cattle-people. Sometimes the screams travel all the way up from the dungeons. They don't even bother drugging them after the first few days. Like Planet of The Apes, where the apes hunt the humans and take pictures with them, but worse. 

And the 'free' mortals here as associates or guests don't say anything. Baylah says - What are they gonna say? What can they do?... Still, some of those bastards carry it too far. And the mortals do remember. Every once in a while, after THE REVELS, some 'noxious' colony gets it. They got these little robots. You'd never see them. Like drones. Like land drones, although some of them can fly too. Go in anywhere. Never stop. Never get tired. Just do their job. And they find them. They always find them. Come on, how are life-eaters supposed to win? We can't go out in the daytime, for Christ's sake! Yes we have (or are supposed to have) remarkable talents and abilities... a lot of them. They know we can sublimate through them and shred them to bits. Where do you think the micro-fiber lead suits came from? Humans learn. Mortals learn. We might get a few now and then, but they're not dumb. Come on. 

Do you want to know why mortals tolerate the 'noxious?' Because they like to kill. Governments use them. Hidden operatives use them. Globe-spanning business interests use them. And no bodies. That's the best part. Blue flame. Minor, greasy residue, clean it up... All gone. Nobody comes forward. Nobody takes credit. It's perfect. 

I hate the 'noxious.' I hate their sly, judgmental faces. Neanderthal vampires hate them too. It's like an instinctive thing with them.... the noble savage and all that. No Neanderthals here at this convocation. Got them up in Lapland, though and somewhere passed the Urals. ... OH! And you want to see something? You should see what they have in Brazil...Venezuela too.... real 'live' razor-fanged chupicabras. All human. All human, originally anyway. No reptiles. nothing like that. You know what Gollum is like in Lord of The Rings? Well, that's what they're like. That's what they are. Don't know where they came from...but they got 'em now.

You see, it's not the vampires who are special. It's the magic inside them that is. Some of it's outside them too. I don't know where it starts. I don't know where it stops. It's just 'The Magic.'  But it's real and it's out there and it's powerful.

Doctor Franklin knows about it. His Great Armonica taps into it. Edith says it oozes up out of the mud in The Pine Barrens.. She says she got it in her through the soles of her feet.

Tomas doesn't know why he came here. Says he knew it would be like this. His old friends from London never showed up. Only two hundred miles away and they never came. Maybe he just wanted the others to see. Not Baylah. She's old enough. She knows too. But Sarah didn't. And Annie didn't. And now they do...

Beauty is what beauty does.... And magic too.... And especially the vampires who bear it.

Maybe they'll stop over in London for a few nights on the way back? Tomas would like to see a few people. He's sentimental that way...

But then you already knew that. 

Know what he did? He bought a few of the cattle-people.. Paid for their release. Oh, the 'noxious' vampires were up in arms. Mumbling... yelling curses, calling him a 'Jew bastard' and all. Not all of them. Just a few. But still, he heard it. Though he doesn't care. They saw what he did to Sir Richard. Plus, a few of the other 'nobles' stood by him. He liked that...That made him feel real good.

Gave each of the pathetic, ransomed people ten thousand dollars, some clothes... other stuff too. His Philadelphia financial 'familiars' have contacts. They know people here. It wasn't hard..

'King' Rafe is starting to get all slow and dreamy-eyed. Think he wants the quiet, dark, 'haunted' castle again. Wants to drift around up through the rafters, float all over the place. 'The Man on The Moors'...that's what they call him around here. And he likes it.

Not that something 'weird' still can't happen. These 'REVELS' will probably drag on another night or two...another Stompanada... a few more meetings.... but that's it...

The party's over.....

So go ahead. Find somebody. Become a vampire if you want..... We get comments from 'newborns.' We know.

But remember, we only pretend this is fiction... And I've already told you more than I should. And I'm not gonna tell you who I am.

So that's it. Go home.

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The Night Before Valentine's Night... THE VAMPIRE REVELS .. 2/14/13

Some of the vampires joined certain politicos for a discussion on how to forestall terrorist attacks, but most of the night-folk weren't too happy. I mean you can imagine what they did to vampires in Afghanistan.  Used an old Imperial Chinese trick. The emperors, or their minions, used to do it. Force the victim to climb in and scrunch down in a 'human sized' porcelain spice jar, or ginger jar, or whatever it was they used. Looked like a dinosaur baby inside a petrified egg. Then they slowly poured in some kind of oil. Don't think it was olive. Don't know if the Chinese used olive. Filled it right up to the top. Right over the doomed bastard's head. Stuck a little, tiny, straw, snorkel thing in his mouth so he could breath...for a while anyway.

Sealed the lid on. But made sure the straw was fished through this little notch first. Then they just set him somewhere, like another big shiny, painted, china thing. You know them emperors had a lot a shit like that. Used a smear some kind a putty crap on the bottom, so they wouldn't tip over. Poor bastard inside got all cramped up. Can't move. No room to move. Just like a chick what ain't cracked out yet. Breathin' through that little straw. Every once in a while, when they got hungry, suck in a little oil. Only thing is, oil make 'em shit. Ain't got no pants on, so that part not a problem. But after like a week or so, it get mighty crappy in there and crap soak up a lot a oil. 

Fella inside hope they let him die. Hope they pull that breathin' straw out..... But they don't. They never do, not till whole thing get all shit-ified. Eyes burn. Skin itch. It even burn up the pee hole. It burn real bad. And you hear them Chinese emperors counting rubies, eatin' semi-livin' baby octopus, tellin' guys whose heads to chop off (them was the lucky ones). Feel vibrations shimmy up through the floor when somebody walk. Concubines giggle. Dance around... giggle some more.  Do what they does....

Course vampire... good vampire... gonna sublimate right through that. Little bit a porcelain ain't no big thing. But them what lived 'long The Great Silk Road knowed that. So they made 'em out a lead. Ain't no vampire can get through lead. Some old ones still in there buried in a tomb, deep down low in the dark.  What kind a genie you think that gone make?

One vampire say - Why we always gotta do the shitty stuff?.... He don't talk that way, but Mister Never-You-Mind do...and that who you got tonight....Political bastids don't say nothin', just look at him, but that look sayin' - Don't we hide you? Don't we help you? Don't we lie for you and help you survive?...... No vampire like a hear that.... Vampire like a think he the boss.... And lots a time they are...but not always.

Some got family. Some got human family, mortal family. Them what runs things know that. So they scoop 'em all up and start fryin' 'em in a pan. You know some dictators got real big, people fryin' pans. Guy in New Orleans once cooked up a big mess a paella in one. He not know it all seasoned from people fryin', but it was. 

Vampire, 'specially them sentimental vampirina types, do mos' anything a save they kin. Don't feel so lost, long as the human line go on. That how they get 'em.... the dictators, I mean. Ian Fleming want a put a vampire in one a his James Bond stories, but they not let him. That 'gainst the rules. That 'posed a be a secret.

You know, if you over at The Bilderberg Conference, it a lot like here. 'Cept you gonna see lot a people and jus' a little vampire. We got lot a vampire and only some people. That way it all equal. 

One mortal son-a-bitch say - Why they not get a vampire to fix up the Pope? Give him a little shot...few drops a 'magic' blood.... Did it to Dick Cheney... Worked with him. Should a did it months ago, 'fore he got so bad....... Guess he don't know they got a 'court' vampire. 'Papa' know, 'cause he used to be one...... And it not a easy job.

That a sore point in 'el mundo vampirido.' Wanna free all them 'court' vampires. Say it jus' slavery. Say it a disgustin' disgrace... But then one a them hoomin beans say - What you call them naked 'snausages' you got shittin' theyself in them dungeons?

Everybody get all quiet then. Mortal folk and night-folk do work together.... but they still got they issues.

Tomas feel better now. He out flyin' 'round wit' three a them witches....

Sarah gettin' her hair done... She had an appointment....

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ALLIANCES... THE VAMPIRE REVELS ... 2/13/13

The next few nights passed uneventfully...as uneventfully as they can at 'The Revels.' Annie went on a field trip up to Hadrian's Wall to commune with the spirits of Roman legionaries minced into tiny pieces by belligerent Picts and Scots during the later days of the Occupation... Just perfect for a carne-humano version of Salsa Bolognese , or something like that.... Larry accompanied her. But while the other night-folk held a dark-time pow-wow with a whole mess of Marcos, Luccas and Claudios <the Romanesque 'us' ending existing primarily in the written version>, she and the little vampirino played bocce ball with the ghost of a fat cook named Tinto. He let them taste a cask of old grappa, sealed shut since Marcus-Aurelias.  Do I still have to tell you they can tolerate alcohol? So they were quite drunk by the time they left. 

A Persian vampire graciously provided the group with some of the best carpets in his stable. So they flew back to the castle lying prone upon the fine, wool surface of centuries old, hand knotted Bahkras & Tabriz'. A symphony of jewel-like stars watched from afar, as they sliced through the British night.

Most imagine such transepts to be precarious and frightful. Yet that is not the case. The plush, warm surface feels firm and secure. And small, but strong invisible hands grab hold to keep you safe. Larry sang songs learned from nights spent with Rip Van Winkle and the dwarfs, so many years ago. They shared the rug with a mortal financier from Caracas and a vampire chanteuse from Helsinki. 

The six carpets flew in formation and arrived 'home' in approximately twenty minutes. I believe they ducked into an easily accessible alternate universe to save time. The Persian knew many things.

Sarah spent these nights nursing Tomas. True, due to his vampiric nativity at the hands of 'Papa,' he did heal quickly. But she enjoyed the opportunity for closeness and intimacy. And they did venture down each evening for an hour or two spent sipping toddies in the library. Must seem sociable after all. Tomas answered a few questions from his fans. A bit of the 'schoolyard' effect. They just wanted to know how he did it. Night-folk can be such hangers on. 

I believe Sir Richard's belongings were forwarded to his 'people' back in wherever it is they live. A few of the big business types know. He did favors for them. Goldie Hawn and some of the Hollywood attendees  sang show songs in the music room. Vampires love Phantom of The Opera. They didn't sing that, but nobody cared. 

Some of the cattle-people in the dungeons got loose, running through the place like a bunch of terrified, naked maniacs. Nobody was hungry anymore (the vampires anyway), so 'King' Rafe distributed dart guns and they all went hunting.  Best to aim for the ass. Big muscle there. Sedative works in fast. Most of the vampires understood. They got it right away. Some cruel types didn't care where the barb landed, so there was a lot of high pitched yelping too. I don't think any mortal guests shot at the cattle-people, though.

Baylah sat in with a group working to promote democracy and responsible government in Sub Saharan Africa. A different group tackled North Africa's problems. They planned a series of discrete killings, carried out by vampires embedded in the households of various potentates and warlords. She was from Timbuctu, you know (eighteenth century royal house) and thus fluent in Tuareg, Berber and other useful languages. Plus, the fact that she looked like Beyonce Knowles didn't hurt either.  The potentates in question couldn't help but notice....Like a 'Bond' girl she'd be.

So that's how things went around here. This ain't no disembodied spirit, just me, wilkravitz (or @wilkravitz for the TWITTER-MENSCHEN among us). 

Edith gave a class in rudimentary telepathy for the spouses of high-level, mortal attendees. A Romanian woman had some talent. Must a been part Rom or something. But most of the others just whispered, traded lipsticks (mostly the women) or passed notes. She missed The Pines. She missed the way it smelled in late winter/early spring, when the mud came alive and the creepy-crawlies started to wake up.

Some of the people, both vampire and plain, old, not-vampire, drove into London for the stores and maybe to see a show, or something like that. Think they had a quiet, little get together with a certain person from St. James, but don't hold me to it.

I'm getting good at telekinesis though. So far only up to the ping-pong ball stage. But, hey, I'm satisfied...

Adieu from 'THE REVELS,' for now...

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THE MEAT OF THE BATTLE ...THE VAMPIRE REVELS 2.12/13

Vampire flesh is very resilient.  A human arm would come off, just like a piece of cooked chicken. But these creatures are different. Do they know why? They're vampires. There is no 'why.' Tests have been run. Alchemists gazed at blood. Some say that's the reason the microscope was developed, so a Dutch 'wise man' might study the tiny imps predicted to swim there. Yet he saw no imps, or anything else amiss for that matter. The blood of the night breed runs true, just like yours and just like mine... at least like mine did when I was alive. For I am a 'ghostie,' one of the disembodied spirits telling this tale. My name is Keith. That's all I'll say. Breathing relatives live nearby and they don't like my job. You see, to them, the proper thing for a dead sibling to do, is molder in the grave... just like that nineteenth century American, John Brown.  Would that they knew he was giving hula lessons to sleeping tourists at Waikiki. After all, everybody likes to try new things. 

And the crowd roared as Tomas took off an ear. Sir Ralph thrust toward his opponent's pee-pee, or what he formerly used (partly) for that purpose during mortal days. But Tomas was quick, snapping back through the ether, as if pulled by rubber bands. Two old vampirinos standing very near the action bore the brunt. And if none were behind them, they'd have gone over the battlements and down on the rocks below. 

Sarah tried to send him strength. Baylah did too. Edith mumbled Piney Prayers and Annie just watched, with the wide-eyed wonder of a child. 

Tomas recovered, delivering a sharp head-butt to Sir Richard's belly and black bile erupted from the baronet's lips bathing him and everyone else around him. Then he grabbed Tomas' shoulders and bit into his neck, but the maneuver was reckless and unmeasured. So he pulled away with a bit of flesh, but the arteries remained intact. You know, sudden blood loss can cripple a vampire. In that state a 'kill' would be easy. Gouge the eyes. Amputate the nether regions. Vampire teeth are well suited to that. But the strong 'young' vampirino cantered back, feigning pain he did not feel. Sir Richard moved in, all set to twist the neck and send the head flying. But Tomas sprang forward and grasped his arm, just above the wrist. Then he snapped back the hand, til knuckles met forearm. And the plump 'aristocrat' screamed, as his useless appendage flapped around like an errant glove.

Some thought it funny and tittered with laughter. Vampires can be a childish bunch. Others loudly voiced approval. Though the wily scoundrel soon found himself, lashing out with his good hand, tipped with leonine claws. And he ripped open the flesh o're Tomas' abdomen, sending blood gushing out, down upon his legs. 

Sarah gasped. Even Annie pressed back against her. And her little friend, Larry, was nowhere to be seen. But a plane approached, innocently tracing a path through the cold, dark sky. It was small, probably a four seater, nothing more. Bound for a private runway at the country house of some peer or oligarch living hereabouts.  Yet modern day vampires are wary. Night vision cameras... telescopic lenses and all that, don't you know. So they froze. Even 'King' Rafe stopped hovering about like some grotesque balloon in the Macy's Parade and came in for a landing. 

Now the witches patrolling out on the grounds are well versed in obfuscation, but who knows if they obfuscated the heights as well?  You know how they are when they get a hold of that mead. So everybody waited, still as corpses, until the plane went passed. A couple of mortal attendees from the European Union farted. Somebody laughed. Vampires relish a good fart, they do. Mortal physicality intrigues them, just like little girlies playing with dolls that wet. But it broke the tension and the battle resumed. 

The crowd yelled---- Rip his balls off!!! Bite off half his ass!!!.... Not always clarifying which combatant they were referring to. Tomas managed to land a few closed fist blows, cracking Sir Richard's right clavicle. A ragged shard of ivory bone sliced right through his skin and the flabby baronet groaned, as he fell upon the stone paved rooftop.

Now the usual thing in outcomes like this, is to rip out the backbone and whip it around in a life-eater victory dance. Feral vampires have done the like for thousands of years. Papa's quite familiar with that scene. And some in the crowd expected it.

But Tomas, also known as Jonathon, was never a pagan, and he wasn't the only one. So he brought his foot down hard, breaking the neck. Then he grabbed the head with both hands (by this time, his feline attributes were beginning to recede) and twisted it 'round, till it came off.  For approximately five heartbeats he stared into the still conscious and quite startled face of his victim. Then he set it down near the twitching body just as the first tiny fingers of flame began to tickle their way across the flesh. And seconds later, the post-mortal remains of Sylvia's destroyer ignited with a clean blue flame, til only the grease, plus a few charred bacon-like scraps were left. 

Someone moved to call the tongueless functionaries, so that they might clean it up. But 'King' Rafe said - No, leave it for the birds. And as the witnesses filed back inside and descended from that place, the ravens came back, in the company of friends, and stripped off all corruption.

They still met for dancing later that night. Some attended discussions with learned folk from both sides of the sundown. Others drank cordials in the library. A few tasted mortal food and then threw up. 

But Tomas and Sarah retired to their quarters, where she carefully bathed him in the huge, old tub. Then she tended his wounds with soft blood kisses, before joining him in the vast and ancient bed where they slept. 

In the eyes of THE REVELERS he'd done a great thing. Not so much for avenging Sylvia, but for providing great sport. Even some of the humans agreed. 

Though Tomas and the little group from Philadelphia thought differently......

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Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: VAMPIRES, CHERUBS and ELVES..Oh MY!~~~ some more n...

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: VAMPIRES, CHERUBS and ELVES..Oh MY!~~~ some more n...: Annie and Conrad (the former, not-quite monk) checked out of the hotel on JFK Boulevard 'vampire style.' That means they sublimated through...We will return to the battle beneath the stars... the bloody confrontation between Tomas, also known as Jonathon and Sir Richard a bit later. But for now, take a look at how Annie spends a night on the streets with her newborn, vampire protege, Konrad..... An absolutely pixilated experience in it's own weird and wonderful way. Ah, the midnight byways of Philadelphia...cobbled lanes... narrow hidey-holes... a red brick, rabbit warren of ghosty smells and wafting magic... But PLEASE, don't just read this. Click on the link up above and taste the dark as Annie does...

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SUBSTITUTE REAL MONSTERS, 'CAUSE THE PC WAS FOULED UP ..VAMPIRE REVELS back tomorrow 2/11/13

Can't post the fight between Tomas & Sir Richard tonight, because something wrong with Microsoft hook up and they're conveniently closed (sigh). But, here are some good SUBSTITUTE MONSTERS (REAL ONES) to keep you company instead. Just click on these highlighted wordsTHE REAL BIGFOOT WHO ACTUALLY CATCHES PEOPLE and enjoy. And if you want to peruse the latest blog version of the very well received THE HYBRID SERIES by London author Andrew Harding, click on SEXY NAUGHTY VAMPIRES WHO SOLVE CRIMES, CATCH MANIACS AND EVERYTHING for a 'true' look at what England after midnight is actually like.

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Now I gotta leave, 'cause this screwy computer is making me nervous, so let me go eat a few chocolate graham crackers for the c-c-calming effect.....

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THE RECKONING ,,,THE VAMPIRE REVELS 2/10/13

They have a chapel here. I told you, some vampires are still quite religious. It's a fairly neutral space with a slate floor and rough plaster walls. You can fit it out for the communion of your choice. Cabinets hold all the proper amenities. 

Tomas reverently brought out the Bible, a Masoretic text prepared by the scribes of old Susa, a holy city of the Parthians. He laid it on he table, a large, heavy, rectangular late Roman affair, and opened to a certain meaningful passage... The Divine Promise... The Lord's words to the faithful upon the morn of the Redemption. And he read ~ I have blotted out as a thick cloud thy transgressions, and as a mist thy sins... Oh, Israel, that art saved by The Lord with an EVERLASTING SALVATION, ye shall not be ashamed nor confused, WORLD WITHOUT END...

Then he prayed silently and went out to meet his fate. Sarah walked with him. The passageways were empty, for most of the beings temporarily sheltered within were already up there, arranged along the perimeter of the roof and waiting for the battle.


They've had them before. A REVELS without confrontations is rare. Most night-folk do have a reverent side. All but the most noxious feel such things. For how is it possible to be what they are and doubt the existence of the divine?  Even Annie was up there, right by Baylah and the two mortal retainers. And even her friend, Larry, was silent. 

Tomas, known as Jonathon, ascended the narrow stairs and pushed open the copper door. He stepped out upon the wide, stone roof, unusual for a castle of such antiquity, but much was unusual with this place. All the vampires were there. Every one wore black. Most in the long, lose cassock of the life-eater penitent.... even Sarah. Sir Richard was there too, attended by his toadies. Some vampires can be so disgusting. They whispered in his ears and gave him blood to drink from their own wrists. 'King' Rafe, hovering over it all, asked Tomas if he wanted the same. Sarah looked up. She was new and unused to such things. She pushed back her long, lose sleeve and made the gesture. But he said 'No,' and kissed her. 

The sky was clear and diamond-bright. Even Andromeda looked down. No cloud... no errant tendril hid the moon, perched in a blue-black sky. And the thin, cold light from her placid face bathed all in a sepulchral gloom. 

'King' Rafe began. He said one word - Attend!.... And everyone did. Then he said the prayer, the oldest prayer in night-folk lexicon... 'May He Who made the universe, make us forever one.'....... That was an ideal. That's how it 's supposed to be. But all heads bowed in unison. .... Then he motioned toward the combatants, beckoning them to step forward and take their place there in the center of the wide expanse. And they did. Tongueless functionaries stepped up to take the robes, leaving them bare and ready for the fight...... Was it cold? Of course. Night-folk feel that, but it doesn't effect their bodies. Vampires are free of such things. In fact, at times, the ice cold air feels good.

So they appraised each other. Eyes narrowed and jaws hardened, as bodies began to change. One by one, small vertebrae telescoped out from what was left of the vestigial tailbone, til each had a long and whip-like, sleek appendage writhing and coiling 'round their legs, tipped with a sharp, keen barb. Nails grew into claws. Lips pulled back in a snarl, revealing cat-like fangs amidst small, sharp teeth. No werewolves these, for the primate line stems from feline roots, primitive felines, to be sure, not so far from simple bug eaters, but cat-like, just the same.

They slowly began to circle, angling for position, silent and white in the night. Some ravens flew passed and looked down, but then they recognized the scene for what it was and quickly disappeared into the blackness.

Sir Richard looked paunchy, but not without strength, like a country club braggart in tight tennis whites to make his arms and thighs look good. While Tomas, also known as Jonathon, resembled his namesake's companion, for he had the form of David.

Then a tail flashed out. Tomas' cheek was cut. But he responded in kind, taking out an eye. And Richard smiled evilly, as blood dripped down his face. Oh, but he was stunned. You could see it. The game was on. Tomas dropped to all fours and leapt through the night with panther-like grace. But his nemesis  parried, avoiding the blow, so he came down hard upon the stones. Then the circling began anew, as the crowd began to cheer. Were they supposed to? Of course not, but they did. The humanness of these creatures was there, just below the surface. And so they screamed like fiends......

'King' Rafe giggled like a child and clapped his hands. Sarah moved toward her 'family,' seeking the comfort of her band. Baylah embraced her. Edith stood close. And even Annie stood quietly, with wide, blinking eyes, watching the carnage begin...

No disembodied spirit speaks tonight. I saw it all. The words are mine..... wilkravitz, scrivener to Tomas de Macabea... also known as Jonathon...

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