Preys and Predator Part II; the monster and witches' Chapter 30

 

30.

Henry stood by the window at the lab, looking for the return of Master Victor. He was concerned about what the master was doing then. He had confessed the sin while the master remained silent. The master has not come to the lab since then and has not even inquired about it.

“Henry,” The creature stepped up to him. It held onto Henry’s right hand with its own. It was the show of affection as taught to it by Henry.

“Is the Master coming?” It asked. Henry shook his head.

“I do not know. I have never seen him upset.” Henry felt remorse for his action. “Maybe I should not have said that to him.”

“That will be lying, Henry. You said that lying was bad. It is a sin.” It looked at Henry.

“I did, which is why I told the master.” Henry sighed. “The priest once told me that lying is not a mortal sin. It may be a venial sin. It can be expunged in confession, but the priest is no longer with us. I have no one to confess to.”

“You could confess to me.” It said to Henry. “I can talk to God for his forgiveness.”

“Talk to God? Why would you? You are not……” Henry looked at it.

“I know Master talks to God. I can do the same.” The creation looked at Henry. “Why can I not do that?”

“I …” Henry was to find the reason, but the creation pressed on.

“Am I not created? Does God not create?” It asked. “Or was it because I do not have a name? I was told that all creation holds a name.”

It was almost daily pressed for a name.

“No, it is not that.” Henry was not knowledgeable enough to tell. “I do not know. God is personal to us. God is …….”

“Is God not for me? Was it because I was created by Master?” It looked at Henry.

Genesis 1:27, stating, "So God created mankind in his own image; in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them." 

Master Victor is not God. He cannot step in for God. Others may do so. Vlad stepped between the two covens. He was not to be an audience to their battle. He was there for vengeance. The countess had betrayed his love.

“No one shall have the blood jewel. It was to be mine.” Vlad recalled that he handed the jewel to the Общий. “I want it back. It will restore my loving bride to me.”

“Never!” The countess roared out. It was a singular voice from the coven, standing on the right side. The lady there stepped forth and locked stares with Vlad.

“Countess, please do not stay hidden. I am ever glad to see you.” Vlad smiled. The two other brides of the vampire floated in. They had a venomous expression on their face.

“Vlad, our war has not ended.” The countess turned to look at Spielsdorf. “Can I have my blood essence back?”

“No, Countess. I will destroy it.” Spielberg was upset. He looked at his lover, Lissa. “All of you witches have ruined my life.”

“Ruined? I have not even started.” The countess laughed. “Lauren thinks highly of me. Did she tell you that I can heal her eyes? I have healed others. The dead become alive.”

“Blasphemy! I will not hear of this.” Spielberg held up the cane. “Speak one more word about my daughter, and I will smash this bloody item.”

“No!” The voice was from Lissa. “No, my love. We must protect Lauren. She is not involved.”

“Hey, ladies. I am feeling left out here.” Vlad roared out. “Give me the cane. I will have my bride.”

“Never!” The countess raised her hands at Vlad. “Be gone! By the claws of the raven, I will remove your soul.”

The apparition of the raven flew from the countess’ hands at the vampire. Vlad held out his hands and conjured up the shield. The apparition crashed into the shield, and it shrieked out in pain.

“Countess, I have no soul. I am the undead.” Vlad, in turn, called on the spell of the blood. The blood of those there stirred and was seen being removed by the spell. It was the same one he did when he confronted the countess.

“Drain thy blood. It will be mine.” Vlad called out. The two men felt their bodies weaken and fell to their knees. Spielberg held up the older man and, with the cane, held him crouched there.

“They shall not be harmed!” Lissa and Annabelle called up the spell to counter the one from Vlad. It was a strong spell, and Vlad felt his strength waning then. He was to press on when the countess saw the opportunity to counter with a spell that impacted the vampire in the chest. He was thrown back and then, assisted by the two brides, he crouched there.

“The battle is not over.” Vlad called on the bats to attack the witches. The bats perched outside the mansion flew in and struck at the witches. The latter raised magical shields to protect themselves.

“We must go.” Spielsdorf pulled the old man to leave but the Общий was declining to leave. He stood and leveled his revolver at the countess. He pulled the trigger. The countess was not expecting the impact. She staggered, and her shield fell apart. The bats went at her and she was saved by the other sisters of the coven. The countess recovered and called up the spell, which impacted the Общий heart. He fell to his knees, clutching the heart.

“Alphonse!” Annabelle called out. It was then her shield was lowered and she was attacked by the bats. She covered her face while Lissa came to her rescue.

Vlad knew he was not to win against the two covens and ran off with the brides. Annabelle crawled towards her lover.

“Why did you……?” Annabelle looked at the man who had birthed three sons. He had joined William then; his heart was weakened with age. She looked at Lissa and cried out her emotions.

“Our battle stalled now.” The countess, held up by the other sisters of the coven, looked at Lissa. “Please leave.

It was unsure what made Lissa and her coven retreat with the body of the Общий. Spielberg followed on and was told by the countess.

“You have what is mine. I will get it back one day. And tell Lauren I ... love her.”

Justine stood at the train station with her belongings at her side. She had packed what she needed, leaving much of the memorabilia of the stay there. She wanted a new start when she reached home. She saw the arrival of the most unexpected person.

“Good day, Ms. Moritz.” It was Chief Constable Lestrade. “I am to take the train back to the city.”

“And a good day to you, Inspector.” Justine nodded to the officer. She was well treated by the officer who made sure she was in good hands during detention. Well, he tried his best, but the locals there may have their own ways at times.

“I do apologize for the detention. It was …….” Chief Constable Lestrade smiled. “Off duty, you can call me Adam.”

“Inspector, the deed was done. I have forgotten about it. I am leaving for home in Belgium.” Justine ignored the overture.

“Belgium? Yes, you did mention that when we first met.” Chief Constable Lestrade smiled with a tinge of embarrassment but was keen to chat on. “Nice country, I was told. Not being there. I…… my duties deny me long holidays.”

“Yes, it is a nice country. You should visit there.” Justine was being polite. “I must be going. The train is arriving.”

The Chief Constable saw the lady embark on the train, and he sighed.

“One day, Lestrade. You must meet someone you will…… no, that will like you as Adam.” The Chief Constable stood there waiting. On the train, Justine found her cabin and settled in. It was a shared cabin, and then the other occupant arrived.

“Mother Hubbard, I am. Who are you?” The elderly lady sat across from Justine. The lady was covered with the shawl over the dark dress, and her feet were in the ankle-height boots; for the country walks she wore them.

“Did you see my dog?” The elderly lady had carried a duffle bag with her. Justine smiled. She was not into the conversation then and shook her head.

“Have I shown you my knits?” The elderly lady reached into the sewing bag. Justine never saw the revolver there aimed at her chest. The shots sounded with the shrill of the train whistle, and then the locomotive pulled the train forward. Justine was dead when the train moved when the shaft plowed the carriages on.

“Oh, I am in the wrong cabin.” The lady named Mrs. Doherty placed the revolver into the bag and took the personal bag of the lady. She collects the personal items of the victim as her memorabilia.

“Ms. Moritz. Good day.” The lady exited from the cabin. She walked down the corridor and entered another cabin.

“Good day, I am Mother Hubbard. How are you?” There was a lady with the young boy. “Can you sing this?”

Old Mother Hubbard,
Went to the cupboard,
To give the poor dog a bone,
When she came there,
The cupboard was bare.
And so the poor dog had none.

It was all arranged by Mrs. Muriel earlier. She had met the lady named Hubbard in the teahouse. They sat down and held a conversation like any elderly ladies during tea.

“The money is here. Her name is ……...”

“Not needed. I will need the details of the cabin and schedule. It will be done.” The lady elderly smiled. The second envelope was handed over. The elderly lady read the contents there.

“4:50 from Paddington. The last destination is Paignton. I heard the train ride can be quite horrendous; a murder once was on it, but Dover is a lovely place to visit now.” The elderly lady smiled. “It will be done. Come along, Spot. I have your bone here.”