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GUARDIAN IN THE DARK

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by

Jolly

Chapter 7

hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

Guilty Musings

To deliver thee from the strange woman, even from the stranger which flattereth with her words;

Which forsaketh the guide of her youth, and forgetteth the covenant of her God.

For her house inclineth unto death, and her paths unto the dead.

None that go unto her return again, neither take they hold of the paths of life.

Proverbs 2: 16-19 King James Version

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I wept, but no tears flowed. Perhaps it is befitting for me that I cannot cry like a normal human being. I am not human. Not anymore.

But perhaps I have never been truly human. I kill and my IQ is off the normal human charts….

No you didn’t… you only put the dead to rest… and Phil’s IQ is equal to yours…

But he cries; I never cry.

Yes you did…

Did I?

Did I?

I see an old memory flash by. It is of a dark haired child crying buckets of tears after a bad fall off a tree…and that child was me…me…me….

I wake up on a huge four-poster bed; my brother lies next to me. I can hear him breathe; I can hear his heart beat strongly next to me. What a stark contrast to my still and cold heart!

Thank God I am not hungry at the moment….

But I cannot help but feel my fangs itching. Do you know that fangs were my favorite little toy every Halloween as a child? But they are now the bane of my miserable existence.

I scan my surroundings, but cannot detect anything beyond the very comfortable windowless room we are in. I want to break free of the four walls that hold us prisoner. It was then I realized I cannot. I cannot move. The Queen must have placed a holding spell on me. Damn!

So I wait it out. I dread whatever She is planning, but what choice do I have but to wait? And Joe sleeps on right next to me. It’s a good thing he sleeps. I am beyond dead scared of the moment he realizes what I am, if he was awake and alert.

How did I get here?

Oh yes, I was following the directives from the Queen and I carried Joe with me to a hearse parked in a secluded car park.  I settled both of us into the comfortable-sized coffin contained within and closed the lid with my mind. And the hearse began to move. Soon, I slept, and I knew the sun had risen.

Dammit! Damn Her!

Then I heard Jana’s voice as if in a dream telling me, ‘She can still use you…’

I should have known. How could I not know? We should have known! I knew I should have killed myself back then. Jana should have killed me when she had the chance.

Ah Jana, you should have dusted me when I begged you to.

And now here in the confines of our cell, unable to move but alert, my mind tormented me with the truth of my many crimes.

I betrayed my brother, not once but twice.

Twice I left him vulnerable, then led the enemy to him

The first time was out of pettiness. I was envious of his generosity of spirit towards everyone, even more so than the fact that I was tired of pulling him out of scrapes. And truth be told, most of the really serious ‘scrapes’ were not even the result of him following his heart to help someone, but a result of one of Dad’s or our enemies out for revenge. Bah! Hindsight is such a wonderful tool, don’t you agree? I was petty and I abandoned him and THEY got to him. I was petty in feeling angry with him for caring so much for other people, even when I knew he cared for me most of all.

And now I understand just exactly how petty I was, and the consequences of my pettiness stagger me. You see, all human beings are selfish, some more so than others. But Joe is almost selfless. After a year as a living dead and seeing the other side and seeing things from the other side, I understand a lot more than I used to. He is compassion embodied, and he can see evil in no one. And when he says he will help, he goes all out to help. He is special in that way.

And in other ways; I am now glad Jana did not tell me. I shudder at the thought of what the Queen might do with that information. Well, maybe She already did know. Still, I did not want to be the one giving her extra knowledge if She didn’t already have it.

That is why he needed a keeper and a protector. So he can concentrate on his goodness, while I, his keeper, can look after him. Now, I can see what all those skills and talents and IQ are for. God gave them to me for a purpose…and I wanted to use them to get me into Harvard Law School….

That is so terrible of me, isn’t it?

The second time was out of selfishness. I could not let him go, and so I left him trapped in the past with the old me. In doing so, I left him open and vulnerable.

At the end of the day, Joe is still a detective, and one that’s personally trained by my father too. Many people think that I did most of the work in solving all those cases, since I was the smarter one and also the more lethal one. What most people do not know is that I can only work on facts. And in the real world, sometimes there are just no facts. In fact, most times there are just no facts. I know; we want to believe in things like MO – a Modus Operandi. But the truth is exactly what Chris Rock said in one of his interviews regarding all the killings out there in this world: that last he checked, the word ‘crazy’ is still there in the dictionary. Yes, there are crazy people out there. And those people don’t follow the rules of logic. People get robbed, they get killed, and they get kidnapped. There is not always a logical reason for those happenstances. And Joe excels in those sorts of daily bread and butter cases. He understands human nature like no one else, and he can easily get into those minds.

What I truly admire about him now, is that he, at the end of the day, can still feel empathy for what some of those criminals did.

I know. You all watch CSI don’t you? You enjoy how those investigators gather their forensic evidence and follow the clues logically and methodically to the real villains. You enjoy how the bad guys could never get away with their evil deeds, because they always left behind some tiny mistake. And CSI always finds those material evidences and the bad guys get caught eventually.

I am sorry to have to break that illusion. CSI ‘stumbled’ upon those few mistakes most of the time, even on TV. You’ll see it there if you watch it with a more critical eye. And, there are a small number of cases that even Grissom cannot solve in the TV series. That’s why I love that series; because that is realistic. And, if you watch carefully, you’ll also realize that despite Grissom’s insistence on the impartiality of pure evidence, there are many times when he or his team members make certain assumptions before they have the evidence. And with that assumption, they search for evidence to fit their hypothesis.

That’s the reality of detective work. So you see, at the end of the day, pure logic and impartial evidence actually plays a very small part in bringing the bad guys to justice. And don’t even get me started on the court system…. 

Ah, I was distracted again, wasn’t I? Forgive me, but I needed that distraction.

Back to Joe. Yes, I was selfish. As I said, Joe is a detective. If not for the fact that I kept going back to him, he would never had harbored hope of my still being alive. Joe never believed I died, because he kept sensing me around him. It made it easy for him to trust me when he should have been skeptical the moment he saw me in his room in the middle of the night a year after I supposedly died. And I abused that trust he had in me sorely.

I led Her to him. Again.

That is a crime, a sin, a deed, that I can never ever forgive myself for. Ever.

As if I will ever have a chance to redeem myself! I would die a thousand deaths and serve an eternity in bondage if someone could come and save Joe now!

By God, Jana should have sensed something by now – that the bond she had over me was broken. The Van Helsings and their allies will be out there searching, I am sure. I know my father and our friends will have noted that Joe is missing again and initiate a search. There is no way Joe would disappear on his birthday involuntarily. The question is: will they find Joe in time? I really hope so.

I know that Jana can no longer track me. I watched those runes burned off me, and felt the Queen’s mind invade mine. The last time She dulled my thoughts and left me in a half-dreamy state. I know this time, She intends to let me remember every single detail of what happens next, and feel every single milligram of the weight of every single action I carry out. She knows that is the worst torture She can impose on me. And how right She is! Nothing’s started yet, and I am already drowning in dread and fear of what is to come.

The door opens.

I can feel Her in my mind again. I shiver as Her soft laughter echoes hollowly through my skull. I climb out of bed and carry my brother with me as She directs me to. It seems this time I am to do everything personally….

We are in a small courtyard. I can see the three-story Victorian styled building surrounding us. Tonight’s ritual will take place in the open night air and in the privacy of another private estate. She sits on Her favorite fur divan. She waves her hand towards a small pool located in a corner of the courtyard. And there I bathe my brother in the rose-scented waters and dress him in that same old pair of blood-red pants. Then I do the same for myself. And then I lay Joe down in the centre of the pentagram located in the centre of the courtyard, and kneel next to him. Finally I lift my head to face the Queen.

She smiles approvingly at me and I can feel the chill in my bones.

“Well done, Frank.”

“Thank you, my Queen.”

She had to make me thank Her publicly!

“I see your brain has been doing a lot of thinking, Frank….So, do you know who I am? Do you remember?”

I relish that tiny bit of freedom She gave to me at that short moment and take the opportunity to test Her hold on me. I push hard mentally against her hold on me and work to build a shield of sorts.

It didn’t work. She blasts through my shields as if they were paper. I can only move within the parameters She permits me….Still, I have to try, and hear Her laugh at my puny efforts.

“Lilith….You’re Lilith,” I finally answer Her.

Her smile grew wider. It is the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen, and also the scariest.

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