Preys & Predators IV; Monster and Witches Chapter 23

 

23.

 

Kane laid his head back on the soft pillow, with his stare on the ceiling. The idea of being stared at was, at best, wild, but to have your own face looking at yourself via the mirror there was then demeaning; pardon then, it was most humiliating. He had dragged the bed cover over his chest upwards, but his toes were seen at the end.

“Hello, lover. Are you up?” Kane looked to the lady who had stepped in, holding the tray with the pot of tea and scones.

“I am.” Kane replied, and his sight was the lady that had just seduced him two hours ago. She was not a pretty sight, but well, they had made love, so it must be desirable. She was unashamedly displaying her body loosely wrapped in the pink peignoir.

The lady placed the tray over Kane’s chest and climbed on the bedding next to him. He looked at the lady; if Abel ever knew that he was seduced by an older lady, that would end his reputation as a handsome man in bed.

“Tell me, Kane. That is your name?” The lady asked. Kane nodded and tried to recall what went right then. He was seated at the tavern, nursing the goblet served then. He was to keep an eye on Victor Frankenstein, but the latter had eluded his watch. He was to leave when the lady took her seat across from him. They had small talks, while her hands assured him of her interest in him. He had smiled and told her of his life.

“I would love to hear more of your adventures, Kane Helsing.” The lady smiled candidly. Her smile was most alluring, and soon, he was lapping at her voice like a pet on the leash.

“We… the town is small. Meet me at my home.” The lady handed the note to him. “We could get to be more acquainted there.”

Kane took to her suggestion and was given a lesson in the Kama Sutra, the ancient Sanskrit volumes.

“Tell me, Kane. What do you think of the town?”

“Huh? I am unsure. I just arrived and was to act on the request of my father.” Kane replied. “You……”

“Your father?” The lady smiled. There was a rule in the liaison of such nature: you do not disclose who it was.

“So, you helped the father and daughter yesterday. I have never met any demons.” The lady smiled. “Maybe not like you. You are demonic in the act.”

Kane smiled. His ego was flattered, and he felt his desire to display more. The lady saw his reaction and slipped her right hand beneath the bed cover. She reached out to him and held her grip onto him.

“I ……” Kane muttered. He was to reach for her when she took to leave the bedding. She slipped off the peignoir and reached for his clothes. She tossed the clothes towards the bedding.

“Get dress. I must leave now.” The lady picked up her strewn clothes. “I am needed elsewhere.”

“Huh?” Kane was stunned by the sudden change of the lady. He pulled the cover off and pulled on his clothes. He turned to look at the lady who was half dressed; her upper body was uncovered, with the breasts seen there. He had a fascination towards it. She noticed him looking.

“Nothing personal, Kane. I liked our act, but my commitment to my task overrides all.” The lady smiled. “You may admire it for your night musings. I may have yours then.”

Kane turned his back towards her. He did not see her leave, but the slamming of the door was a tell for all. He picked up his personal items and walked to the door. It was then he noticed the table in the living area. His eyes rested on the small cauldron there, next to the athame, and there was the chalice with crystal inside.

Kane shuddered in him. He knew those were the items used by witches. He rushed out of the house and felt then that his body was weaker than before. He knew that he was bewitched and probably sap of his life force by the lady. Unlike his father, Kane had not learned the spells on how to self-protect his body from witches.

“I am a fool.” Kane cursed at himself. He felt tainted in his soul and rushed back to the tavern.

“Father will know what is needed.” Kane kept on muttering to himself while he took the walk back. He saw the chaise stopped by him.

“Get in, Kane.” The voice belonged to a person unknown to him. He was to refuse when he then felt the darkness overcoming him.

Darkness was what Carmilla felt in her heart when she told Annabelle of her granddaughter and Elizabeth Muriel. Annabelle had taken to seclusion in the corner, and the attack on the mansion was silent. It would have seen that the demons had taken to retreat then. She retreated to the main hall and collected her personal artifacts.

Carmilla then took to the cauldron of hers and called on the spell to create a vision of the mansion. The rounded cauldron has the four gargoyle creatures perched on the side of in the four directions facing into the cauldron, and the sides of the cauldron has the ancient texts carved into it. She called on the spell to create the vision.

“Послушај ја моќта на циклопите, отвори ми го погледот на визијата што ја сакам (Heed the power of the cyclops, open the sight to me of the vision I want).”

The vision formed in the cauldron, and it was seen that the once-grand home of the Frankenstein had fallen into severe disrepair due to neglect. Its once white walls were covered with dirt and encroaching shrubs. It had become uninhabitable but retained its architectural beauty—a decaying monument.

It was then that Carmilla saw the fleeting figures of demons that were there.

“They have gone after Lauren.” Carmilla told Annabelle. “We have to do something.”

Annabelle rushed forth to look and sighed.

“If we are to do it, we have to abandon the mansion here.” Annabelle looked at the other. “Do we, or can we?”

“Lauren is our hope to win the war,” Carmilla said. “If she can harness the power of Three, she will win.”

“But she has not reached that level.” Annabelle looked around. “Without …… In our spirit form, we are limited in our powers to assist. Even if Lissa is here, she will need the ……. Last enchantments.”

“The runes are still missing.” Carmilla sighed. “If only……”

“We cannot abandon her.” Annabelle cut in. “There may be a way to preserve here while we move to help.”

“You mean for one of us to stay back?” Carmilla asked. “I can work on that.”

“It will be dangerous for either of us. Or we may fail entirely. I will suggest we leave together but leave a spell to protect the mausoleum.” Annabelle gave her thoughts. “We have to work fast on that.”

At the other mansion, Sven led his guests back to the cottage. He barricaded the doors and windows and placed the rifle within reach. He looked at the younger lady, who was still recovering from the attack. The other younger man was doing his part, standing by the window, holding his crossbow.

“Sir, I think we need to plan our defence here.” Sven looked to the man who was the cause of this attack. “I have two pistols in the kitchen and some ammo. We could last the next few days but not the week if the attacks persist. I will suggest…”

“Make a run, Sven. I doubt we could outrun these demons.” Rudolf sighed. “I had an encounter with one. I shot it, and yet it returned to attack me.”

“Sir, we have encountered these before.” Sven reminded the officer of their past events. “It can be done.”

“True, we encountered many demons, but these are different. They are more powerful.”

“Perhaps, fire may thwart their attack.” It was suggested by Sven. Fire have been a deterrent before for some of the demons they met. “But I am unsure.”

“Where is Victor? He was here.”

“Master Victor left for the town. He ……. may return, but I am unsure when.” Sven looked to the window at the direction of the lab. “He wanted to fix the lab but it will need time and money.”

“Is the lab damaged?” Rudolf asked.

“Yes, but it can be fixed. I had taken some of the parts that I deemed essential and hit it. The authorities… the Uni’s were like scavengers, but I stopped most of them. It was the other lads that did some damage.”

“Sven, what about the creature?” Rudolf asked.

“Why does everyone ask about… Mary. She is ……. Missing.” Sven blurted out. “From my life and ……”

“I am sorry, Sven. I was just asking.” Rudolf then turned to his daughter. “I need to attend to her now.”

At the home of Elizabeth Muriel, for once, the lady turned her role and tended to the demon. Beezer had regained consciousness and looked at the mistress it was serving. Its frame felt tortured, and there were parts of it bandaged.

“Thank you, mistress. I will be fine.” Beezer pulled away at the bandages. “These will not help at all. I am a demon, and…… well, the frame will recover in time.”

“Who did it to you, demon?” Elizabeth asked.

“The creature. It surprised me then.” Beezer sighed. “I was to……”

“The creature? The one that Victor created? My god, it is still there.” Elizabeth stepped back. “It must be destroyed.”

“It will be but not now.” Beezer looked at the mistress. “Not by us alone, but with their help.”

Beezer motioned to the figure chained to the wall.

“The Warlock can assist.” Beezer mumbled.

“No! You will not contact the Warlock. I will get Agathe to assist us.” Elizabeth raised herself up. “Stay here and recover first.”