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I voiced this thought to Annica as she made her way over to us. She nodded,
“Who indeed?”
The victim was gradually crumbling into dust so he couldn’t have been killed more than a few minutes ago.
“Another vampire perhaps?” Janis was next to me, stroking my hand, “Poor Johann, it must have been such a shock.”
I wasn’t going to argue and managed to produce a moan or two to confirm my beloved’s appraisal of my state of mind.
“For God’s sake Janis, stop drooling over him and stop touching him and stop…..” she stopped,
“You are right, sister. It has to be another vampire. But why?”
Her question was valid. Vampires were a minority ethnic group and killing each other off wouldn’t help the situation.
Janis released my hand to my chagrin but I was soon mollified when she pulled me to her and kissed the top of my head. Another sniff from Annica completed the moment. I murmured,
“Only a madman would try it in here.”
“An insane vampire? It’s not possible.”
That remark came from one of the younger vampires, I forget his name, I didn’t really mix with them if it could be avoided.
The other, older undeads muttered nervously and I had a bad feeling about this. I looked at Annica,
“What’s wrong?”
“There are rumours that some vampires cannot accept their conversion and go rogue; they are few and far between. My only knowledge of such a creature is about a century ago in Liechtenstein.”
“Was he caught?”
“Not as far as I know.”
The stake dropped through the corpse’s dust and hit the chair. I jumped and Janis pulled me close again. Even though her skin was cold I managed to enjoy the soft sensation of nuzzling into her body.
While I enjoyed my comforting, Annica examined the murder weapon; eventually she dusted her hands and stood,
“A chair leg broken off and pushed into his heart with considerable force. It wasn’t even sharpened.”
“An opportunist killing then? While everybody was being distracted by your argumen….” I trailed off as I realised what I was saying. Annica had started the row with Janis, it looked as though she was in collusion with the killer or he was just incredibly lucky. Worse than that, he was old enough to be capable of controlling other vampires, including my Mistress – that didn’t bear thinking about. Annica glared over at me,
“When you’ve quite finished, Johann. I’d like your help – such as it is.”
“Don’t bully my poor Johann, you bitch.”
“Your Johann? Did you just say your bloody Johann?”
Uh-oh.
“And don’t call me a bitch!”
“If the name fits.”
“Shut up the pair of you!” I bellowed, this place made me antsy enough as it was, I could do without extra stress makers.
They stopped in mid-screech and gaped at me. I suppose it was a bit like a fox being attacked by a chicken. But at least they had stopped arguing for a moment. I snapped at Annica,
“You want my help, such as it is. Well, for a start, what about motive, means and opportunity? Means and opportunity we have, so let’s try motive.”
I heard a muttered comment from the undead group, something about a ‘Govam’ whatever the hell that was. The others silenced him with angry hisses. No – not angry, frightened. This threw me, what the hell would frighten a vampire? Janis released me suddenly and ran for the door. She returned a few moments later shaking her head,
“Nothing.”
“Well what did you expect, my moronic sister?”
Another row broke out and I sat down with a sigh. Sherlock Holmes never had this much trouble with his sibling. Eventually they subsided and I asked,
“Would somebody like to tell me what a bloody Govam is?”
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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
