4.
Special Agent
I uploaded the
photo into the database for a photo-fit. It came up with one name; Erich
Lichfield, the current Lord of the Lichfield Estate after the recent death of
his father in the raid at the Warehouse. We never got to know why was his
father doing there with the Golan' and how come he was mauled in that manner.
Soon I was there at the estate.
"Mr
Lichfield, I am sorry for your loss. Your f...." I was cut off by the
dashing man in the tweeds and holding a glass of wine in his left hand. We were
sitting in the library; a large library with two levels that holds the the
shelves of books and framed paintings that looked like it was from the Baroque
period, with its artistic style
that used exaggerated motion and clear, easily interpreted detail to produce
drama, tension, exuberance, and grandeur. I was an avid reader of the paintings
during my stay in the Lutheran Orphanage.
"The loss of
my father was unfortunate but he is gone. I am the new Lord. I stand for new
events and please do not draw on my old events." The man took a sip of his
wine, even though it was noon but with the drapes drawn, you would had thought
we were having an evening drink. The whole mansion was decorated Neo-Baroque
which made the occupants of the place with a rich historical background. In
those times, the Lichfield would have been the Lord with serfs looking after
his land for the right to live and stay there. He did looked like one, with his
attitude and view of us; the so named pittance servants of the people. He may
had disliked me for sitting so comfortably in his presence, but I felt then
like some scoundrel who had defiled his rules. Perhaps I envisage myself as
another version of Robin Hood.
"In my
family, only thing that mattered was living, and if death was inevitable. So
why bother with it, but in living, we have the ability to change events. I am
not sure why my father chose to die at that warehouse, if that was your
question." Erich Lichfield took the words of reference to his father as if
with his death, the locks around the young man were opened. "He chose his
own death in a foul manner. Unbecoming of his ranking and status."
"Do you know
those who died?"
"Those other
who died with him, were friends; poker or hunting friends. He was a keen deer
hunting freak. He hunts with a cross bow. Primitive but effective."
Erich mocked a
shooting of the cross bow with his hands.
"I would
assumed you are one too." I mocked him back.
"No, I hunt
boars in the continent with my hunting knife. I find it more intriguing and
deadly." Erich laughed out loud. "On my computer console. I
commissioned the game for my own."
Erich got up and
smiled. Like the image he was trying to portray, he walked off without a second
glance towards me. He spoke as he walked away.
"I am to take
my leave of you. I have a schedule with another. Pardon me." I watched my
host left me there in that abrupt manner. It was as stated in the reports on
him; brash and hold self esteem on himself. I found my way to the door,way when
I remembered something. I turned to the servant who was showing me the door.
"Erich had a
sister? I did not see her." I recalled it in the notes.
"Greta
Lichfield is away on her summer holidays. She would come back soon." The
servant had opened the door. I drove back to the city when I saw the young girl
carrying the guitar and bag on the road. I pulled over even though she was on
the other side of the road. I offered her a lift to her destination.
"Thank you.
You can dropped me at the Lichfield Estate." She told me.
"And who may
you be?" I asked with my smile.
"Greta
Lichfield." She climbed into my car. Her short dress was very sexy. We
spend sometime talking about each other. We with my fictitious lies of a bank
officer, while she told me her's of the singer. After I dropped her, I got the
call from Henris.
"Clarice, are
you in the City?" He sounded very calm. "I am at the Hotel."
"Sorry,
Henris. I am out of the city limits. I would be back late but I would call you
tomorrow."
Detective
I barged in to the
Shrine. I was in fear but I felt the vibes; I was needed here. I saw the
Ancient dragging his body to the inner chamber. He was wounded and trying to
reach the inner chamber. I rushed up to him and held him up.
"Get me in
there." The Ancient one told me in the mind. Once we were in, he pointed
to the wall cabinet. "Get me the blue potion. It would save me."
I walked over and
retrieved the bottle but I held onto it. I was holding the elixir of his
recovery powers. I feared him as they said he was indestructible; he had fought
many bouts and won with his fatal wounds, but he somehow recover to live on.
That made him the Ancient one; even as a Prime I feared him. But not anymore, I
found his Achilles heel.
"Tell me,
Ancient one, why do you want me killed? Golan told me." I held the bottle
out with my hand. He tried to reach for it but I moved back. "Tell me now,
Ancient one. Or die."
The Ancient one
sat back on the flooring. He smiled at me.
"That was the
last bottle. If I had survived this bout, would I survived yours?" The
Ancient one smiled. "The hardest for me to fight were the Prime like
yourself."
The Ancient one
coughed out more blood.
"Promise me a
quick death. I had suffered enough of the fatal wounds. I have suffered enough
pain." The Ancient one communicated to me. "You are not a normal one,
Prime One. You are the One who could rival me in the prowess and
influence."
"Surprise, my
dear?" Ancient one continued. "The Ancient one holds a special
position among the tribes. The position to decide over the Council and also to
protect the tribes from the others. Others like the Blood Sucker."
"They feared
you too. You are the one that could kill them. They knew of your existence.
They ordered your death. I obliged them. I owed them my life once before."
"I have
betrayed the Order of the Ancient ones. I have used the potion of the others to
cure myself."
"Give me a
name, Betrayer!" I shouted at him. In my anger, I had began my
transformation in part. The claws appeared on my hands.
"Lichfield,
their family demands your death." He spoke out with his vocals. I lunged
at him with the potion held in my hand. I thrust the potion into his chest;
breaking the bottle to spill the potion. I moved my hand up towards his heart
and pulled it out. I held his throbbing heart in my hand before I squeezed it
till the blood spilled to its last drop.
"Recuperate,
Betrayer. Do it without a heart."
Killer
I looked to the
cup that was offered to me on the street corner. It smelled terrible but not
the person who offered me. It was a eastern girl in her teens dressed in jeans
and blouse.
"The
gentleman offered that to you." She pointed to the man sitting behind the
glass window of the tea shop. I followed the girl to the shop.
"The tea antioxidant
ingredient is green tea catechins,comprise of four major epicatechin
derivatives; namely, epicatechin, epigallocatechin,
epicatechin gallate, and epigallocatechin gallate. There are also a
remarkably higher content of myricetin. It had an implications with the bioactivity of tea and its extracts." The
gentleman poured another cup of the tea for me. "The green tea had twice
more antioxidant-active than Vitamin C with biochemical
properties of antioxidant, anticarcinogen, anti-inflammatory, and anti-radiation."
"Enough medicinal information, mister." I told him off.
"Who are you?"
"Henris Letas, from Warsaw. I saw you standing there. I thought
you might want a drink." The gentleman from Warsaw took his drink. "I
dread drinking alone. I am new in the City."
Soon we were talking but I settled for a soft drink instead. He frowned
at my choice but indulged in me. When we were talking, he rubbing his index
finger over the rim of the cup over and over again. It was sexy. He invited me
to his place; the room at the nearby motel. I loved motel; they are discreet.
We took the short walk there.
He said he needed a shower which was fine with me. I prefer them clean
then sweaty with dirt. I stripped off and then took out the neck leash I had.
All my lovers found it sexy like the lady version of the garter. He had stepped
out of the bathroom behind me. I turned to looked at him.
It was then he shot me with the tranquilizer gun. I went down on my
knees.
"I have another bigger room; more quiet too.I am sure you can
howled there, Mr. Burke." I watched him smile. "I could cook some
nice Polish dishes."
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