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We sat in Annica’s office gloomily considering our situation. If we didn’t do as the Govam demanded, we’d be next on his menu. Even the combined abilities of the two sisters wouldn’t defeat him, not that they’d be able to stop arguing long enough anyway. He was not a vampire per se, but a guardian of vampires hence the name Govam. The Gova (collective term for them) had been alive longer than any other vampire in existence. He considered his time to be short because he only had a millennium left, that’s how old he was.

Janis, Annica’s sister and my new lover, sipped at a glass of blood, she used the bottled variety.
I watched her with sickening devotion, before turning to Annica and asking,

“Surely the Gova have some weaknesses?”
She snorted,

“Nobody’s been able to find anything and for the past thousand years, researchers have risked their lives and souls studying the subject.”

“Sorry? Why was it life threatening?”
Annica nodded slowly,

“You have learned from me well, Johann. Precisely, why kill somebody who is no threat?”

Janis slammed her empty glass down,

“He learned from you? Johann thought of that himself, didn’t you liebchen?”
I held both hands up,

“Please, no arguments. We assume some kind of threat to the Gova exists. It would do us no harm to find that threat but we’ll need to do that together. I’ll start with a trip to the library, they have Internet there.”

“Very good Johann, Janis go to the Alucard again and see what else you can find out.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

Oh crap, I left them to their latest row and grabbed my coat on the way out of the door. The library was my favourite place and research my passion, although other passions had recently overridden it somewhat. Now another emotion was taking over, fear. I said it would do us no harm, but how could I be certain of that?

I sat before the pc in the library and tapped in various words on the search-engine. I was uneasy and did not want to go straight to any information about the Gova until I was sure everything was okay. The Govam had said he had ways of knowing what was happening even when he was resting in his grave. Eyes and ears attached to other people had to be his method. I hadn’t noticed anything amiss when I entered the room, but my neck hairs were screaming blue murder and I decided to abandon this part of the project.

Leaving Hanley library I strolled over to Gino’s café on the corner of High Street. He made a great sausage sandwich and I was starved. I sat over a mug of tea waiting for my meal and stared out the window. I ate my sandwich with relish and finally gave a sigh and a small burp of contentment. The food was up to its usual standard and I left Gino’s a happy man. I wandered into Hanley’s main shopping centre and sat for a moment before the statue of Sir Stanley Matthews. Glanced around and saw a man from the library and the cafe, he was studying the window display in Marks & Spencer a bit too intently. His back was to me but I guessed he was watching me in the glass. I stood, he turned his head slightly, I re-seated myself, he turned back.

Damn, I pulled out my mobile and stood again to walk over to ‘The Potteries’ shopping centre. A glance in the plate glass door of the centre told me he was about four paces behind. I rang Annica, stopped and when she answered I said,

“Hello pumpkin, how’s my favourite lass?”
A startled splutter was her reply. I grinned at matey boy. He gave me a nervous smile, I carried on,

“Why not talk dirty to me? Go on, peanut - give me that filthy stuff I love so much. My shadows face reddened and he took several paces back.
I turned and said quietly,

“I’m being followed.”

“You certain?”

“Dead certain.”

“Don’t take any more risks Johann, just come back to the office.”


“And Johann?”


“Don’t you ever call me pumpkin again.”

The phone slammed down, I chuckled to myself and went into The Potteries. These little victories keep a bloke going.

end of part one

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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The following comments are for "Casebook of the Vampire Annica - The Gova Incident"
by Ogg

Vampire Annica
Pretty cool! The only thing that jumped out at me was the 'Oh crap!...' paragraph. There is a mix of explanation - thought - and voice in that one paragraph - maybe you need to separate the elements
Good read!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: September 19, 2009 )

@ Ogg
Always good to see a post from you! Good writing, and an intriguing set-up.

( Posted by: Beckett Grey [Member] On: September 20, 2009 )

Thanks for taking the time to drop by and comment guys. I'll have another look at the part you mentioned Jon. Thanks for pointing that out. Hi Beckett, it's been a while since I posted anything, but I'm back at Uni (working as a support for disabled students) and there are sometimes gaps between assignments so I can go to the library and pull out notebook and pen.

( Posted by: Ogg [Member] On: October 4, 2009 )

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