Mind-wracking events of the previous night, followed by the tempest of today inspire me to make this post - and quite a coincidence, it is the thirteenth part, a supposed unlucky sign...
John had barely done much since Sandra's latest visit when all of a sudden the Manor doors were shaken by a series of violent knocks.
"Now who could possibly be knocking so violently at this time of the night?" Paul asked concernedly, walking over to the door. "Surely Sandra couldn't have left something, could she?"
"No, I don't believe so." John said, rising from his armchair. "If it's an innocent victim looking for shelter, I'm not going to feast on it. You do the honors."
"Hah, you will suffer from bloodlust soon if you don't get some blood on your fangs."
Paul opened the Manor doors and in burst Lady Sandra once again, this time carrying her cauldron, which seemed to contain several books inside. Her robe pockets seemed to contain several bottles and vials, judging from the sounds it made.
"Sandra!" Paul cried, as John burst from the living room and headed towards them. "Whatever has happened, my dear?"
"I... I need a place to temporarily hide, I... oh, John!"
Sandra dropped her cauldron and books, the heavy copper cauldron meeting Paul's right foot and the books in his other, as she rushed off and locked with John in a tight embrace. John immediately felt something wrong.
"What's wrong, Sandra?" John whispered, brushing Sandra's hair.
"My... my sanctuary at the woods has been desecrated." Sandra said worriedly. "My spell of secrecy has been broken and I fear someone is trying to gain access to my powers. I fear for myself and you."
"Now, now, let's calm down and discuss this over some tea." Paul whimpered, his feet in heated pain. "Come, let us go to the living room and have a talk."
The three seated themselves on the living room. The servant brought them tea whilst Sandra narrated the events that overcame her as she went home.
"So you fear for an unknown force threatening your safety and possibly ours?" Paul asked. "Well, I presume Mark won't mind having you in the Manor for the time being. Rest assured that no enchantment could possibly breach these demon-constructed walls."
"Thank... thank you..." Sandra said. "It will only be temporary, until I can find a place where I can safely set my magic into."
"I'm sure Mark would be delighted to have you as a guest."
John smiled at Sandra, now nestled in his arms. Paul beamed at the two.
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Friday, October 12, 2007
The Vampiric Chronicles Part Thirteen: Unholy times
Written by Dave at 8:50 PM
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