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Part 3
Finding out about Gova (plural of Govam – for all the pedants out there) was like pulling teeth with chocolate pliers. Eventually I managed to put together enough information to make me break out in a cold sweat. One thing was for certain, attracting the attention of one of these buggers was a very, very bad idea. Basically then; they were ancient when Tutankhamen was still in nappies, they were extremely powerful, rarely interfered with undead affairs. Oh and one last thing, they were easily capable of controlling and reading minds, lots of minds – just great.
“Why would a Govam want to bother you lot then?” I was hoping to distance myself from the category of undead any way I could.
Nobody knew or didn’t want to admit they knew. There was a gradual movement away from the victim and towards the nearest door. It wasn’t long before the warring sisters and yours truly were the only ones left. I walked behind the bar, poured myself a large scotch and downed it in one gulp. Something was bothering me; it almost overrode naked fear of these Gova creatures. I realised what it was when I gazed at Annica and Janis arguing again. They were almost identical in appearance although Janis had the extra oomph that made my knees mushy. But somehow, since she came back in, there was something different, a coldness that I put down to distractedness.
She turned to me, snarled and I froze in place. Bloody hell – it wasn’t Janis. It flowed into a different shape and Annica stepped back with a startled gasp. Its stick-thin body towered over her, its face was like skin stretched over bone and it growled,
“Correct little human, I am a Govam.”
I could see its muscles move under the almost transparent skin and reflected that it was no wonder it changed its shape. Only a mother could love a face like that. It spoke again,
“I can only stay away from my grave for short periods of time. Indeed my time is nearly over, another thousand years or so.” Oh was that all?
“Why did you kill this vampire?” Annica spoke for the first time since its revelation.
“It was a rogue, refused to drink human blood. There are others and they are dangerous to our culture.” It pointed a long finger at Annica,
“You are a detective of sorts. You will locate them. It will take many years to hunt them down. Each find will be reported to me and I will take care of them.”
It released me from the mental freeze and I had another drink. Hang on though, how was the business going to fare now? The Govam sneered,
“I will reward you amply for each capture.”
“What if we refuse?” I asked
“Johann, be quiet.” hissed Annica. It turned slowly to stare at me again,
“Take your Mistress’s advice. These are matters you know little of.”
Great – another vampire who thought I was some sort of numpty.
“How will you know when we’ve found a rogue?” asked Annica. It smiled, not a pretty sight and hissed,
“Even in my grave I have ways of knowing these things.”
It faded into smoke and then nothingness. No wonder the others scarpered when they did. Janis staggered in through the door and I went to her. My turn to do some comforting – with a bit of luck. She smiled at me and even with fangs, it made my insides tingle.
A subdued Annica explained the situation and Janis sighed,
“There’s no other way, sister. But with Johann to guide us, we’ll be fine.”
Annica gave me a despairing look but I just smiled. At least we had solved the mystery. A traitorous thought at the back of my mind sniped, -Yeah and landed ourselves in a right bloody mess.- But I didn’t care, I was in love. We stepped into the street and walked off into the sunrise.
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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 part 2
