It had been a whole week of no nightmarish blood dreams. I had gotten to the point where I called Campeche and asked her to remove her spell because I didn’t even feel oppressed any more in my dreams. Tequila felt the same way and so Campeche performed the ritual in reverse and we had separate dreams again and once again no Blood Dreams. I got some rest and everything was quiet for a few nights. Then I got called into a scene in town that might have cued some normal nightmares.
The apartment I went to was a small place but it had a nice feminine touch to the decorations. The real problem is that now most of those decorations were splattered in blood. and in the middle of a very ornate area rug was a woman, naked, laying face up without head. Even worse was the fact that the severed neck looked punctured by fangs. Vampire must have feasted on her then killed her. That was he gross part. The weird part was in the bedroom was a vampire and it was dead.
Now you need to understand that vampires do not die of disease or any other form of natural causes. You have to kill them conventionally with violent action. Then you also need to realize that there is no body to dispose of either. They burn to dust and blow away on supernatural winds and there is literally nothing left but not this time. The vampire was dead but not by violent means. He was bloated and overly red like he was full of blood. It was like he kept drinking and could not stop drinking to the point he ‘overdosed’ on blood. He was grossly distorted and quite dead according to the experts.
The one thing we still didn’t find was the woman’ head. Body of victim, check. Bloated body of vampire, check. Head of victim, nope. From the look of things someone put it in a sack and took it with them and that bothered me more than anything.
So what was going on? I had to give it to the research boys of the Silver Shields but even they seemed stumped. The only real problem now was keeping our eyes open to see if it would happen again and we didn’t have to wait long. Over the next few days, we got three more reports of the same thing and upon investigation we found ourselves equally stumped as to what was going on. It was then that an agent from the Enemy showed up at the pub.
Sister Papoofnick had changed a lot. She was no longer the slightly over weight middle-aged biddy and self-righteous crusader. She was now curvy and sensual to a fault and was at least being honest about using force to control others. I had seen her many ways but this time she was dressed in white with white hair. I had blown her leg off in a battle but you couldn’t tell now as both legs would make brief appearances as she walked because of the long slits on the sides of her dress. She slid into the pub like a sensual snake and put everyone on edge. especially Pint. I sighed deeply.
“Well, I am assuming the white dress is a flag of truce?”
“Correct barkeep. We have a mutual problem.”
“No, I have a problem of good citizens being beheaded, you have the problem of your of people becoming bloated ‘corpses’. The undead becoming truly dead and all that. Now I will agree with you that we might have the same cause.”
“Yes, there is a rogue mage doing this.”
“One man’s rogue is another man’s revolutionary. Are you saying this guy isn’t on your payroll? So what is your message?”
“A truce till we solve this problem.”
“Listen I have had truces with you people before. It really becomes simply a way for you to regroup and rearm. Now I am going to find this mage and stop him or her but I am going to give you no rest while I do it. I might be amendable to trading information from time to time on this problem and that means you go first.”
“You know Sister, I do like this look for you. White isn’t just about truces you know, it also is about surrender. So unless you hear to negotiate terms of surrender, I suggest you leave before I have Pint earn his beer for the day.”
As she hastily left, I was beginning to wonder how widespread this problem was that the Lord of Vampires, Mr. Lies would send an emissary to me. Was this hedge wizard causing him such a problem that he couldn’t replenish his troops fast enough? All I could say at this point is that if vampires were capable of worry, this was the best evidence of it. Sister Papoofnick was ‘scared’ and not just of Pint’s teeth. There was something going on here and I was now determined to find it out what. What was making these vampires drink till they were blood drunk dead?
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