The spell that created the cure for vampirism as actually not all that complicated. I had it down within a couple of hours. My problem was there was a lot of mystic interference that I couldn’t explain. It was a little too early for October, Fall and Halloween to start interfering with my brews but that’s what if felt like. I told Campeche what was going on and then she smiled.
“Oh Yeah, that could be a problem.”
I knew the blood moon or lunar eclipse was I high day for vampires everywhere. After the blood moon was over I might have less interference but we were only days away from October and then slowly but surely the Halloween interference would build to the point everything gets pretty haywire. Things get weirder and weirder as the month goes on to the point of total lunacy.
“Maybe I can choose a brew I have that is pretty stable and add the spell to the process. The brew’s stability might counter the interference.”
“Worth a try Barkeep.”
The next few hours were equally frustrating as I tried small batches of my regular brews with the vampirism cure spell mixed in various ways. Nothing seemed to work. I took a deep breath and asked myself if there was anything missing. Alchemy is like that, lots of misses until you get a hit from some inspiration that strikes you but at this time I was getting stumped. I began to wonder if some sort of emotional force was necessary. Then it hit me.
I started a completely new batch. It was mix of philosophy for stability, theology for inspiration and red grapes trying to get a red wine feel and look to the brew. I began to draw on the emotions I felt would help make the brew powerful enough so stability wouldn’t matter. I was actually using the blood moon’s instability to help create the brew. I tried my hatred for vampires but that brew nearly exploded. I tried my love for my fellow-man and that worked for a second but then slowly fizzled to something with no power. It then hit me like a flash of inspiration. I poured my love for Tequila into it. My love for my wife and desire to keep her safe. It worked!
Campeche and I stood over he final product a small cask of what most people would think was red wine. However, it had a very special power – it could cure vampirism.
“So how do we get them to drink it.”
Her question was a good one. I poured out a glass and after swirling it around for a few minutes I drank some. It was definitely high quality wine from the taste of it.
“Barkeep, next question. Did drinking that just make your immune to vampirism?”
‘Yes, but only temporarily. As long as the wine stays in my system. Once it works its way out, not so much. It will however cure vampirism permanently unless the person gets infected again later. We will have to test it but I am pretty sure. You know Campeche, it tastes slightly like…blood.”
She smiled. We knew now that we had a way to get them to take it.
“So what are you going to call it?”
I looked at the glass. I then smiled.
“Blood Moon Wine.”
Campeche smiled. She, like me, enjoyed taking the weapons and symbols of the enemy and using them against them.
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