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Casebook of the Vampire Annica
Murder At the ‘Alucard’
Shortly after my Mistress’s stormy reunion with her sister Janis, we visited the ‘Alucard’ nightclub. I have mentioned this place in earlier chronicles but never in any great detail. Quite frankly the club made me as nervous as hell. Mistress Annica had first claim on me as her walking blood-bank but it didn’t mean the other vampires that frequented the ‘Alucard’ couldn’t speculate about my future, especially if Annica met with an ‘accident’. Every time I went there I could feel hot little eyes gazing at my throat thoughtfully.
But tonight I was more than willing to run the gauntlet of undead contemplation. I had shaved, showered, used plenty of after-shave and was wearing my best second-hand suit with white open-necked shirt. My hair was glued to my head with gel, making sure it covered the small bald patch at the crown. Yep, I was in love, well lust then and the object of my desire didn’t discourage me.
If you've not already guessed, the focus of my lustful thoughts was Janis. She had my Mistress's looks, long pale face and arresting blue eyes, black hair and her garments bulged in all the right places. But there was something else about her that Annica didn't have. A certain charisma, it enchanted me at any rate. I suppose I was doing it out of spite as well, the two hated each other and I was not exactly fond of my Mistress. I owed her my half-life after she gave me blood in Nazi Germany all those years ago but my existence since then had not been the happiest of times.
At the 'Alucard', we entered the main dance area and strolled to the bar. Janis had one hand casually linked though my arm. Every head turned as we walked past and she murmured,
"Why is everybody staring at us, liebchen?" I grinned as I heard Annica's snort of disgust behind us,
"My blood or your looks, m'dear." I replied.
"Ah - I see."
It was gloomy in there as usual, vampires had excellent night vision so little light was necessary. Some illumination was providing by flickering torches hung on the bar's stone walls. The music was sombre as well, blues and classical opera especially death scenes - nearly every opera had some tragedy or other at the end. Romeo and Juliet was tonight's choice, and the Death Jockey had mixed in a little Clare Torry wailing from Pink Floyd.
"Tell me liebchen, how long have you been with my sister?"
"About fifty years why?"
"Yes, why? Thinking of finding yourself another bloodcow?" Annica was suddenly blocking our way,
"Wish you wouldn't call me that." I snapped, although it was true, she milked me of blood and I could do nothing about it. Not that my opinion made any difference, the two were already having a heated argument over an incident from about four hundred years ago. It was the reason they hadn't been in touch for such a long time. The other vampires were gradually drawing closer. They loved a nice juicy scandal almost as much as a nice juicy human - me in other words. I backed away slowly until I could feel a table and chair behind me. I sat down and muttered a 'good evening' to the corpse in the other seat. Turned my attention back to the fight scene until my brain caught up and I squeaked as I swung back to the dead body next to me. It used to be a vampire, now it was an expired vampire with a wooden stake in its chest. But it was the middle of the night, it wasn't so much a case of who would murder a vampire but who could murder one when its powers were at their highest?
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In five hundred years time, most of us will be forgotten dust. But Hitler will still be remembered, God loves irony.
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Murder At The Alucard- Third and final part
