I am tired. Not the kind of tired that you get when you miss a few hours of sleep but the kind you get when you don’t sleep for days because you’re afraid of what awaits in you dreams or in my case nightmares. I hadn’t slept for so long I was very sure my judgment was impaired but when you go to sleep and all you get is tranquil scenes of every kind turned into blood baths that terrify your soul you begin to wonder is sleep is a necessity after all. I would wake up screaming and Tequila would have to rock me to sleep and sanity again. She was almost as tired but she had slept more than me so she was still better off other than the worry I could see on her face.
I had gotten to the point that I sought out Campeche. This was an iffy thing because she is not always at the pub and such was the case when I went to look for her but some of the patrons pointed me to her apartment which was the top floor of a three floor building. One of those old ones that had been a warehouse but had been converted to apartments promising spacious rooms. For the most part this was true as I had seen some of them when I was shopping around. Most of them were one big room with kitchen, bedroom and living room all in one room with only the large bathroom enclosed by itself. In Campeche’s case it was fully enclosed except the street side which had those industrial frosted over windows in the front let light in the room but you couldn’t see in or out.
I took the stairs slowly as I was so tired I could only trudge one step at a time. The door was marked 313 as that was the apartment number. I knocked and oddly the door just opened with no one to do it. I felt a shot of adrenaline from the shock of a door just opening for me and after I walked slowly inside it closed and locked behind me. I was in a hall way that opened up in about ten feet to a large living/kitchen/bedroom area although all that stuff was on the part closest to the door I can in. The hallway was really one wall of the bathroom which now behind me as I cleared the end of the hallway. Half of the apartment however looked like a wizard’s work room and I suppose in a sense that is what it was. It was all lined up on benches and bookshelves that formed a horseshoe around that half of the room. In the middle of the open space, was a kneeling figure I assumed was Campeche.
I say assumed because I have never actually seen what she looked like. She is always shrouded in her red robes with hood, gloves and boots and I only once thought I saw her hair which was bright red. I also though a flash of light once had shown me an angular face with pointed ears, but I was never sure up until now that was right. Now most of what I though was confirmed. Her hair was down her naked back and went all the way to the floor and it was a vivid orange-red. The hair also had a silver streak that ran through it off to one side. Her pointed ears were definitely sticking out the sides. I cloud tell she was naked because the hair may have covered her whole backside in a single red streak down the middle of her back both sides were bare so unless she was wearing some odd clothing, she was kneeling their nude in front of a two foot tall and about the same wide bronze brazier that was admitting some sort of blue smoke.
As I drew closer her head turned but she kept her body perfectly still. I could see her pale skin and lips. No doubt about it she had elvish blood although she looked a little thicker than most of them an a little more curvy. Half-elf maybe.
“Ah barkeep, I was wondering when you would seek my advice. I have sensed that there is a disturbance in the realms of dreams and it centers around you. You must excuse me but the ritual I was performing requires me to be sky-clad.”
“I should say I am sorry but the door just let me in.”
“Yes, you are one of the few that I have made that allowance for. Remember I told you once that you were as welcome in my home as I was in you pub? That is the magic that opened the door for you. You are one of maybe three people who could just walk in here like that.”
With that she stood and gathered up a red silken nightshirt which she pulled over her head until all but her legs, arms and head were covered. He face was pretty as elvish faces usually are but hers had a softness to it. Her legs were stunning and the nightshirt did little to conceal her killer curves.
“I have to ask, you are not completely elvish are you?”
“No, my father was from this world – a human. My mother was from another. I seek to guard the connections between the two realms.”
“Thus the attraction to my pub?”
“Yes and that chest of yours. It goes to where my mother came from but I was born here and it is all I know of what people call home.”
I nodded. I then poured out my soul about what I was feeling and what was happening with the Blood Dreams I was having. We sat in her small living area and I poured out my soul for over an hour and she listened intently. Then she spoke.
“Barkeep, the enemy is using your connection to your first wife to target you in your dreams.”
“Connection? but she is undead now and I am married again.”
“Doesn’t erase years of faithfulness and the many times you were one flesh. Such connections simply do not vanish I a few months. You were in love at one point. Naphtha observed that you were still in love with her even as you fell in love with Tequila.”
I frowned, “So what do I do?”
“We need out break the connection completely to stop it forever. Either she must die or you. Or she must stop loving you.”
“She must still ‘love’ you in her own way or this magic is not possible. Mr. Lies is using that love to power the magic. He only has possession of her so this must be. But this magic is risky as he cannot control everything. The first dream you had is a premonition dream. Mr. Lies does not desire to destroy you but convert you. He does however desire to destroy everything and everyone you care about and do it in such a way as you will not care. The only acceptable victory to him is your complete conversion”
I sat and thought on that for a minute. I was so tired I probably should be more fearful but wasn’t.
“The one thing I can do is block some of it but I will need to tap into your love for Tequila to do so. The problem is that then the two of you will be at risk together. I cannot do this without her permission so we will need to set up the ritual at your mansion.”
“Ok and how do I keep awake until then.”
Campeche smiled and touched my forehead.
(Continued in part 2)
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