A Tale of the Unnatural: werewolfs

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Friday, April 11, 2014

Chapter Three Part Thirteen

A sign that reads ‘The First Three Questions Are Free’ was what brought Tyrol within sight of Kalina. “No wonder Agros belittles the gypsies...” He hadn’t finished the thought when he caught a glimpse of Kalina. The rest was a matter of wandering uncaringly up to the booth where she worked. Kalina could have thought that she reeled him in with her mind.

After a faltering conversation about love potions and good luck amulets, Tyrol cut to the chase. “At what time do you get out of here? Work, I mean.” “Well, um, it’s like, you know, a family thing and...” Kalina fumbled. “Don’t tell me you work all day, all night, seven days?” Tyrol kept at it. “No, no, no... I mean...” Tyrol interrupted, “How about tonight?” “Oh, no... No! Tonight is impossible!” finding herself in a corner Kalina hit back, “Tomorrow, maybe?” “Sure!” he answered instantly.

Dante found the boy talking to Kalina vaguely familiar.

(To Be Continued.)

Monday, March 10, 2014

Chapter Three Part Five

Reginald’s description of the gypsy encampment led everyone to call it The Gypsy Fair. People started to trickle in, for the most part retirement age women. They always had some deceased loved one they wanted to speak to or they wanted to know the future. Dante knew Saturday and Sunday would peak. The early clientele would pay for services; magical, mystical or otherwise, but would buy very little. The trinkets moved better with younger generations, specially the kids. They couldn’t sit down for a full Tarot reading but they’d go for the short-cut of a magically powered charm.

Kalina organized her table by usage. All the love amulets were together same as the good luck charms. The assortment included almost every variable of love interests and potential economic success. Kalina would swear that they worked. The peerage lent credibility to her claim even though Kalina was much older than any of them. Dante continued his walk hoping to bump into Remus.

Remus was kind of missing-in-action. He’d be there and then he’d be gone. “Strange,” thought Dante, “but in a wrong way...”

(To Be Continued.)

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Chapter Two Part One

The human population lived in groups, which they called towns, on the outskirts of the forest and for the most part, were unaware of the ungodly creatures they lived amongst. Occasionally someone would disappear. The humans would talk about it for a while but soon some other urgent matter would make them forget. In short, the crime rate was very low. The humans were content.

Morrison drove his vintage Pontiac convertible cautiously through town. He wanted to be seen. He was doing his job. Tim Morrison had a unique job mostly found in just a few Central European countries. He was an Investigative Magistrate. He was cop, district attorney and judge all rolled in one. He could put you in jail without bail if he thought it was warranted. You could appeal his judgment, though, with the Magistrate in a city far away. Only that first Morrison had to let you out of jail so you could get there.

The Keepers kept all beings in line, mortals and the undead equally.

(To Be Continued.)

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Chapter One Part Eight

Three enormous mastodon-like dogs jump out of the forest right into the melee. The wolves’ size and presence were enough to draw the fighters’ attention. Moving swiftly between the antagonists, the wolves blocked punches and pushed some away. Not all of the skirmishes had to be brought down; just the important ones.

The zombie children are pulled off their chosen victim and set down on the dirt at the edge of camp; six and seven at a time. The Keepers are having a lot more trouble with the women. They won’t let go.

The largest of the Keeper’s, werewolf Maxus, sprinted towards the biting, chewing, tearing, punching, loathsome opponents, Remus and Agros. It was not that he went undetected, he’s enormous, but his ability to slide his body between the fighting creatures and block every move they made to hurt each other was so confusing to the fighters that perplexity drove out anger.

Maxus howls, not in triumph but as a signal to all creatures that the battle has come to an end. The other two Keepers echo Maxus’ howl.

(To Be Continued.)