48.
“Father,
are you upset at me for making you look for Carmilla?” Lauren asked the father
when they stopped for the night at a tavern. They had reserved their
accommodation and took their supper at the hall. They were seated by the window
while Spielsdorf kept his back to the wall and eyed the surroundings.
“No,
I am not.” Spielberg looked to the kitchen and was wishing they were served. He
was hungry then.
“Then
why are you quiet since we …….” Lauren looked at the father. It was then the
meals were served, and the conversation was kept aside. She resumed shortly
when her father took to smoking the pipe.
“Well,
it is like having the meals. They are different times for different meals. Our
conversation was to be after supper.” Spielberg looked around the tavern hall.
He was eyeing the patrons there while his left hand was in the left-hand pocket
of the coat. He was wary of strangers then.
“And
…...” Lauren waited for the reply from her father.
“I
have no objection to your request. As a matter of concern, I want to see this
friend of yours. What is her name again?”
“Carmilla.
She never told me her full name.” Lauren replied. “She told me to see her at
the mansion. She said you knew its whereabouts.”
“I
may……but……” Spielberg felt at a loss to explain Carmilla Karnstein.
And
Lissa.
They
are interrelated there.
“Father,
could we not be …… rash to each other there?” Lauren asked,"
“Why
do you say that? I have not … We are not there yet.” Spielberg looked at his
daughter.
“Carmilla
told me yesterday before we left the mansion. She …….”
“She
was there? Why did you not tell me?”
“She
appeared to me in my dream. She told us she was dying and needed us to hurry.”
Lauren explained. “We need to get there fast.”
“We
will, Lauren. The journey needs some days of travel, and …….”
“Carmilla
said she can offer us a carriage that could reach there by dawn.” Lauren looked
to the outside. “I think it’s here now.”
Spielberg
looked outside the window. There was a carriage there.
“She
said it is safe to travel in it.” Lauren said. “I will collect our things from
the room.”
It
was decided then, and Spielsdorf had his view of the carriage interior. It
looked comfortable.
“Step
in, Mr. Spielsdorf. The ride will be long, but we will make it smooth for you.”
The driver spoke to the man. The driver was dressed in the dark suit and bowler
hat. He spotted the thick moustache with the sunken set of eyes. The father and
daughter took to the carriage and the drapes were drawn over the window. It was
a smooth ride, and soon they were asleep.
Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found;
I was blind, but now I see
.'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear.
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear?
The hour I first believed
When we've been there ten thousand years
Brightly shining as the sun
We have no fewer days to sing God's praise.
Then when we first began
Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found;
I was blind, but now I see.
I once was lost, but now I'm found
;I was blind, but now I see.
‘Amazing
Grace,’ originally written by John Newton in 1772
Earlier
at the lab, Mrs. Muriel stared at the man who had taken her niece to his side.
Her niece had taken to standing between her and the man.
“Step
aside, Elizabeth. He does not deserve your mercy.”
“You
cannot shoot him. Aunt. He is…” Elizabeth looked to the man she had covered
herself.
“He…
We are to have a child. I am carrying his.”
“All
other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually
sins against their own body; Corinthians 6:18.” Mrs. Muriel muttered then. “You
have……”
“I
did not. We did not. We are in love.” Elizabeth cut in. “It is just that we
took the vow before ourselves then. We had sinned in not telling God that we
were to do it, but the deed done bestowed upon us the child. Our child.”
“That
is not a child. That is a …… Nephilim. A consummation between the …… monster
and you.” Mrs. Muriel holds on to the revolver quiver then. “You consummated
with the monster. How could you? All my years of upbringing, and yet you…….”
“I
love him, Aunt. He loves me.” Elizabeth cried out. “We did it for love. Our
love is a paradox. I studied it. It is a …… encompassing both the desire for self-fulfilments
and selfless devotion and the simultaneous expansion and effacement of the
self.”
“Grand
words, Elizabeth. But within these walls, they mean nothing. You are a ……
bitch, and he is the monster.” Mrs. Muriel held up the revolver at her niece.
“I condemned you to …….”
Mrs.
Muriel had a glimpse of the figure that emerged from the chamber nearby. Her
sight was distorted by the monstrosity that appeared there.
“God
protect me. What is that?” Mrs. Muriel called out. She aimed her revolver at
the monster there. Victor saw the threat to his creation.
He
rushed over to protect the creation.
Elizabeth
saw the elderly lady aimed at her right side.
She
felt Victor had rushed towards them.
She
had to stop the elderly lady.
She
rushed towards the elderly lady.
Mrs.
Muriel saw from the corner of her eye that her niece was rushing at her.
She
turned to look.
Her
arms swung to the front, and then the shot was heard.
“Elizabeth!”
Mrs. Muriel cried out when she saw her niece fall backwards. The revolver in
her hands was fired. The bullet had impacted Elizabeth on the lower chest.
“No!”
Victor stopped in his rush. He turned to look at Elizabeth. She was hurt.
“You
shot her!’ Victor looked towards the elderly lady. “You killed her!”
Mrs.
Muriel saw the anger in the monster. She knew that he was the cause of it. She
levelled her revolver at the monster. She pulled the trigger, and then it was
confusion.
A
huge frame stood over her. It took the bullet in the chest, but the front limbs
reached for the elderly face. It gripped the jaw of the elderly lady. Its grip
was hard and powerful. The jaw came apart on the grip.
Mrs.
Muriel was tossed to the left by the creation. In its hands were the fragments
of the broken jaw.
Mrs.
Muriel dropped the revolver and held her hands over her face.
It
was painful, but the pain was short-lived when the creature clubbed the elderly
lady in the head. The clasped fists smashed the cranium of the lady. The force
was so hard that the fragments of the cranial pierced the soft brain tissue.
“God,
I can see you. It is I, Anne Muriel. Your devoted servant. Purity in our body
and soul, purity in our mind and thoughts.”
God
was forgiving.Not Man.
“What
are you?” It was Sven who appeared at the doorway. He was holding his rifle. At
the side of him, the five soldiers had joined in.
“Raise
the rifles!” Matthew called out to the soldiers with him. He was trained to
kill or be killed.
“Fire!”
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