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GUARDIAN IN THE DARK
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by
Jolly
Chapter 10
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THE CHAPTERS
Guardian in the Dark
Adamah….Adam? Adam Van Helsing?
Now that is sort of unexpected. I suppose that it is only fitting that Adam is the Patriarch of the Van Helsing clan. That explains in part the incredible athletic capabilities that Jana and Jonah possess.
Now that I know, I cannot help but to wonder: how ‘human’ are the Van Helsing twins? I know they are certainly no vampyres. They eat, drink, and can clearly walk in the sunlight. It seems there is much that I do not know. Not that I am particularly interested in any answers at this moment, since we are all clearly still in great danger.
Lilith looks even more pissed off now than before.
I certainly do not want to be in Adam’s shoes at the moment.
I know this sounds selfish, but I am glad to be out of that crazy woman’s radar for a moment. I am glad She is focusing on someone else for a change. The last few hours since sunset have been very draining for me. So draining I am not even thinking of making Her pay for what She put Joe through. Yes, it is that bad an experience. All I want now is to get away from here, find a nice quiet corner somewhere and get some brotherly time with Joe. And have a heart to heart talk with Jana.
But first, we have to get out of here alive. And honestly, the odds look really bad for us. One doesn’t need to be an Einstein to figure out that it is unlikely for Adam to outfight Lilith. It is clear to me that Adam has been surviving on blood from the blood bank like me. Lilith, on the other hand, is fully powered by the fresh blood consumed daily from unwilling victims.
On top of that, I and Joe and the twins are all fairly seriously injured. There is also another matter of serious concern, and that is me. Yes, me. I am losing blood from the wound I sustained when I took the blow from the Queen on Joe’s behalf. That means I will soon hunger. Even now, the scent of fresh blood from Joe’s, Jana’s and Jonah’s wounds tempts me.
Pardon me saying, but we are in deep shit.
“You knew, Adamah. You knew it is the elder that is the chosen, yet you let me believe otherwise,” Her tone is scathing.
What?!
“You made the wrong assumptions, and misunderstood various passages in the old texts, Lilitu. And you must admit that is the best protection for Frank, given that you were so focused on the younger brother.”
I glare at Adam. I want to wipe that smile off his smirking face.
He deliberately placed Joe in the line of fire and he dares to smile?!
“You tricked me,” She growls.
“You misinterpreted the ancient texts, Lilitu,” Adam counters.
And then, as She takes in the sad state that we are all in, She laughs gleefully.
“You may have won this round, Adamah, but I do not think that you will be able to walk out of here alive. So tell me, what do you think will happen if the chosen never fulfils his task?”
I can see all the vampyres around us moving closer. I do not have to count to know that there are too many of them for us to handle, even if we were all in peak fighting condition. And it is clear that they are only awaiting the order from their Queen.
Adam looks surprisingly relaxed given the gravity of the situation we are in.
“I really have no idea what God Yahweh will do, Lilitu….But if you have any care for your creations at all, I suggest you tell them all to back off now,” Adam comments in a bored tone.
What is he up to?
I know I am not the only curious one. I can hear a number of vampyres snickering. Even Lilith is shaking Her head in amusement.
“Oh? Tell me, why should I? You are clearly handicapped, outnumbered, and in my territory, Adamah. As far as I can see, I hold all the cards.” Lilith points out the facts before turning to face me with an offer. “Maybe Frank will want to consider joining me of his own free will in exchange for his brother’s and the twins’ freedom and lives.”
Forgive me, but that offer looks tempting at the moment. If they can survive today, they can return to fix the problem at a later date. And I do remember Jana saying Joe is capable of taking me down…
‘Don’t you even dare consider that option!’ Two voices fairly scream in my mind.
That was Joe and Jana of course. I am touched by their concern, I really am. But one must be practical. It makes no sense for us all to perish here today.
‘Don’t be selfish, Frank!’ Joe snaps at me. ‘You’re not going to have me fail spectacularly and utterly at my job on my first official hour at work, are you?’
I have to smile at that. So classic Joe. Only he can crack a joke in a serious situation like this one. I can sense he is extremely irate at me. For some reason, I feel happy. Sort of.
Do you think I am finally cracking?
Adam’s laughter cuts through my musings. He sounds confident. I suppose that is a good thing. I certainly hope he has some tricks up his sleeve.
“Ah Lilith, if you read the ancient texts properly, you will remember one particular verse that states that the true guardian in the dark leads the way home with the Light of Creation…”
I watch Lilith and a number of the older vampyres taking several steps away from us almost instinctively as they throw anxious glances at Joe and exchange worried looks with each other.
“You do know what I am talking about, don’t you, Joseph?” Adam asks Joe.
“Of course.” Joe’s response is quick and firm.
Almost.
I think Lilith senses that too. I only hope it’s not because of me.
Is it?
I sigh. I think it’s going to be a long while before I even trust myself again….
Lilith laughs contemptuously. “Good try Adamah…but I do believe that young guardian of yours has no idea what you are talking about.”
And She gives the signal to attack.
They swarm over us. I try to go to Joe’s aid, but there are just too many of them. Without a proper stake, I can only delay them, not dust them. Without gloves, I can’t wield a proper stake effectively even if there are some before me now. Which there are - in the form of wooden crossbow bolts.
Suddenly, I sense something. I know all the vampyres sense it too, for they all go still. We all turn and see the same thing. The vampyre before Joe vaporizes, just like that. And I know that Adam has stated the truth regarding the true guardian. I can still see the shock on Joe’s face as he stares wonderingly at his palm.
Joe closes his palm and then slowly lifts it up above his head. Then he hesitates.
“Go on, kill them,” Lilith orders Her underlings with a vicious laugh. “The guardian will not wield the light of creation…not if he values his brother’s life…”
Don’t be a fool, Joe!
They swarm over us again. No, they all stay clear of me but target the others.
Just do it! I beg Joe.
“Do it Joe, do it now,” Jana screams at Joe. “Frank will be all right, I promise you…just do it now!”
A radiant brilliance fills the courtyard.
It blinds me with its glory; it burns me with its incandescent rays.
The sight is beautiful beyond words; the pain is all-consuming beyond description.
But only for the tiniest moment. Then darkness befalls me. It actually takes a while for me to realize that Jana has thrown something over me to shield me from the light. That is how bad the pain is.
I can hear screams of terror and agony about me. Very soon, most of those fade off into silence, except for one. And that is me. The pain within me is twofold, one for the burns from the light, and second is the agony from the need to feed.
I hunger.
I struggle to extricate myself from whatever Jana entrapped me in. I can hear voices shouting something. But I am too far gone to decipher what they are talking about. I only know I need to get free to feed.
I can feel arms working to hold me down firmly, and a female voice chanting. Soon, I fade off into blissful darkness….
It is the excruciating agony of my hunger that greets me when I finally awaken. I strive to overcome the waves of pain that wash constantly over me. To that extent, I am partially successful. That logical and methodical part of me retreats into a small corner of my mind. And from there, I watch the rest of me struggle helplessly and ferociously against the chains that hold me captive. I hate to see myself in that state, looking more a beast than a man.
I turn away from that image of me. Instead, I scan the room I am in. It is a small grey place. I note the runes that decorate the four walls, and I know I will not be able to leave this room, even if I break my chains.
Why? Why did they put me here? Why did they continue to starve me?
I almost fear the answer.
Then I hear voices just outside the door. There are two persons speaking. I recognize one of the voices as Joe’s. The other sounds familiar…it sounds so familiar…
I tune into the conversation. I feel like an eavesdropper. I am an eavesdropper. But I am tired of being in the dark, in all senses of that word.
“He did very well…and it’s almost over.”
“Has he ever failed you, my Lord?”
My Lord?
“No. Never.”
“I know…many find it difficult to trust him because he is so different from them…but I can assure you, my Lord, that his loyalty to you is unquestionable.”
“I am well aware of that fact, Seraphim Mika’el.”
Mika’el? I must admit, this conversation is as fascinating as it is enlightening.
“He has suffered…this was supposed to be my duty and my burden.”
“You have done well, Mika’el, in your last five human incarnations… But this one is different….This is a much darker task, and Abbadon volunteered on your behalf.”
“Without consulting me…”
“He did not want you to risk getting tainted, when he considers himself already so, since his love for books has taken him oft to the other side. You know that he is as protective of you up there as down here and considers you his sole true friend and brother.”
“His IS my best friend and my brother, my Lord. And he takes THAT BOOK too seriously….Revelations 9:11, Angel of the Abyss…”
I can almost see Joe shaking his head in disgust.
“He does that, doesn’t he? He reads too much, and you, Mika’el, read too little…”
“Abbadon takes it upon himself to summarize everything he reads for me, My Lord. As a result, unlike him, I can afford to be highly selective in my readings…”
“I will try to believe that, Mika’el.”
“Too many are not aware that he ranks far above them; they assume him a mere angel of the third hierarchy when he is Seraphim, the highest ranking of the First Angelic Hierarchy…”
“He wishes it that way, Mika’el.”
“I know that, my Lord.”
“It is good that this entire debacle with Lilith will soon come to an end.”
“She got away, my Lord…but my Lord, I can understand what drives her to this…”
“You are always compassionate, Mika’el….It is true both Adam and I must take a portion of the blame for what happened…and soon everything will be set aright once more. Do you have faith in My Will to see it done?”
“Of course I do, my Lord.”
“You know what to do next, Mika’el.”
“Yes, My Lord. I am his second life…and I won’t remember this, will I?”
“No, you will not…not until you return to Me. Go Mika’el, and fulfill your purpose.”
The door opens and I see Joe walk in. The door closes behind him.
I do not know why, but the tiny bit of logical me wants to pull back in terror of what is to come, while the hungry, bestial me strains against the chains to reach out for him.
I hate it that he sees me in this state!
I can hear his heartbeat echoing loudly in this small chamber. The ebb and flow of his fresh blood beckons to me.
Please Joe, don’t do what I think you’re about to do…
He stands before me. And then he speaks; his voice clear and firm:
“I offer you my blood of my own free will, take it freely and be healed. I offer you my lifeblood of my own free will, as is my birthright. Take it freely and return to the light.”
No, don’t…
He reaches out to release the chains…
The bestial me instantly jumps at him. Sheer terror almost paralyzes me. I do not know from whence I draw the strength; perhaps it is merely sheer willpower drawn out of pure desperation. But I manage to tame the hungry beast for but an instant. I wrench myself away from Joe and retreat into the far corner of that tiny room.
“Please. Joe. Get. Out. Now.” I somehow manage to force out those few words.
But Joe continues to move towards me.
“Come, Frank, take what is freely offered of my own free will, as is my birthright…”
I now know what a desperate cornered animal feels like.
Joe, please, don’t do this to me…
‘Take what I freely offer, Frank, and live…’
With a wail of despair, I give in to my hunger, and take up the sweet offering.
The fresh blood flows through my body, replenishing those dry and starved cells within me. The feeling is addictive, and I feast on voraciously, too far gone to even hate myself for it.
I feel his heart slow: still I continue my feast.
I can hear gentle murmurings in my ear. I listen to the soothing tones, but I do not hear the words.
His heart labors, and I realize my face is wet with tears. Tears!
Still I continue to drink.
Then his heart stutters.
Finally I stop, fully sated. My gums no longer hurt; the fangs are gone.
It doesn’t take long for horror to hit me. I turn to see my brother lying so pale and still next to me.
God, what have I done?
An anguished cry escapes my throat.
“No, Joe, please, no, Joe…”
I think I am screaming. Or am I just crying?
I try to reach out to Joe. I cannot tell if he still breathes, and I need to feel if his heart still beats.
The door bursts open, and they rush in. They pull me away from Joe, and I struggle mightily against them. I scream at them and beg them to let me go to Joe. They ignore me. I cannot get myself free for I no longer possess that supernatural strength. I feel a sharp and painful prick in my arm. I am no longer immune to drugs and sedatives. The adrenaline must really be flooding my system, for it takes awhile for the sedatives to take effect.
As I slowly succumb into the arms of Morpheus, I wonder where are the Van Helsings and who are these people whom I never met before.
Author’s Note: For more details on the Angelic Hierarchy, please see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian_angelic_hierarchy. Please also note that I took the liberty to tweak some ‘facts’ for the purpose of my story. But the truth remains; no one really knows, right?
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