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Vampire Story part 25
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A piercing scream brought me abruptly back to wakefulness. Isaac was thrashing on the ground, yelling wildly. Still blinking the sleep from my eyes, I hurried over to him. Holly was already kneeling by him, pinning him down. He wrenched himself from her grip, pulling himself into a protective ball. After a moment his yells subsided, and he lay curled on the ground, sobbing quietly.
“What the hell just happened?” Callum asked from right behind me, making me jump. “That was…exceptionally violent.”
“I don’t know…” I trailed off, staring at him in shock.
Isaac’s eyes slowly opened, staring around at us. He took several deep breaths, than sat up so quickly he almost knocked Holly over.
“What did you see?” she asked nervously, wondering why he was so agitated.
“I…don’t remember. Not exactly. I think it was one of you guys, and you were in pain. You were…on fire? And there was someone else, a man. I don’t remember what he looked like though…” He frowned, sinking his head into his hands. “Why can’t I remember?”
“How do you feel?” I asked. “You did almost die.”
“I’m fine, I-” He broke off, looking at me. “I don’t remember telling you about brykoltanatos. How did you know the cure?”
“I dreamed it.”
“What?”
I smiled. “I remembered reading about it, one day when you left the book laying around. Lucky you did, too.” I suddenly became aware of my hunger, overwhelming me almost completely now that I didn’t have to worry about anyone. “I’m going to eat.” I said abruptly, standing up.
“I’ll come,” Callum said, standing up too.
“I’d rather be alone right now.”
“With those crazy people out there? I don’t think so.”
I frowned at him. “I’ll be fine. I’ll yell if there’s a problem.” I glared at Callum until he nodded, before I turned and ran out to hunt.
I managed to eat quickly, and had just turned to return to camp when I saw a man leaning against a tree, as if carved from ice. Only his eyes moved, following me closely. It was the necromancer, Mr. Frakid. Normally I would have smelled him immediately, but the smell of dead yak overpowered it. I took a step back, gasping.
“Now, don’t be afraid.” He said, taking a step forward. “I just want to talk.”
I glared, wiping blood from my mouth. “No you don’t. You want to hurt me, like you tried to hurt Holly.”
He smiled. “True, but surely we can be civil, before I kill you. There are a few things I want to tell you.”
I turned, about to run, but he stopped me, freezing me in my tracks. I look up to see Callum, on ridge of snow a good distance away, staring at me in horror. I felt Mr. Frakid’s hand on my arm, and suddenly, we seemed to lurch backward, and I felt reality shift. Callum faded from view, and I knew he couldn’t see me either.
“Neat, isn’t it?” Mr. Frakid asked me, keeping me frozen. “I just learned it. Now, I don’t want to have to concentrate on you for now, so I’ll have to tie you up. I hope you don’t mind.” He came forward, and his spell over me kept me immobile as he tied my hands together above my head, onto a tree branch.
“Do you remember the first time we met, before you stole from me? I think it was the ‘20’s?”
I stared at him. “No.”
He laughed shortly. “I thought not.” He paused, thinking. “It was December of 1919, actually. You came to me, desperate. ‘I heard you can take away memories’ you said to me. ‘Take away mine. I can’t stand it anymore.’ It was pitiful, and I admit I was moved. But I don’t do deals with vampires. I still don’t.”
I stared at him incredulously. I still didn’t remember this, even now that he was telling me about it. I would have remembered… I remained silent, letting him continue his story.
“I knew you wouldn’t feel this way in ten years, or twenty, so I refused. I didn’t trust that you wouldn’t use me as a crutch, and I had to ensure you would leave me alone. I removed your memories of me.”
“You bastard!” I gasped angrily.
“Oh come now,” he said patronizingly, “Such language, from such a lady. Be quiet, I have something else to tell you, so you know entirely why I do what I do.
“There was another reason I refused. The only way I could remove your memory was if I were to take them into myself. I didn’t want your petty horrible memories. But now, I’m willing to do it. Anything to make you suffer.
“You see, my family is old, and very powerful, or at least it was. We made a pact with the devil, 400 years ago. He gave us power, incredible amounts, but all our souls were bound to an object, the object that your friend had the privilege to shatter into a million tiny pieces. It took away all the power, the resources, the life, everything. My wife died, my father, sister, and two of my brothers. Only me and 3 other of my clan are still alive. And our power is waning; I can feel old age eating away at me. But we won’t stop until you and all your friends are driven into the ground as dust! But first, I think I’ll take a few of those memories from you.” He reached forward, palm outstretched toward my forehead.
“Damn you!” I screamed, bringing my feet up in front of me and kicking him as hard as I could. He stumbled back, coughing, as I wrenched the branch from the tree. He reacted too fast for me to escape though, driving a sword through my stomach and into the tree. I was pinned, trying desperately not to move, for every twitch ripped my inside apart more.
“Now I trust you won’t move so much.” Mr. Frakid snapped, brushing off the front of his jacket. “Now, let’s see what’s in that pretty little head of yours.” He pushed my head back, digging it painfully into the wood. I heard a faint off-key humming, and then everything went black.
More later today...
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