Wednesday Briefs: Dracula #34(7.4)

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Unwilling to postpone their travels any longer than necessary, Dracula is about to reveal something perhaps he shouldn't. See what's happening in this week's chapter of Dracula! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Dracula #34 (7.4)

Avram jumped as a blue bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. Far too close for comfort, it was followed about five seconds later by the requisite thunder. This storm was practically upon them, the rain but a precursor to its fury. Avram was torn between taking Andrei and seeking shelter in order to keep him from seeing what was about to happen and witnessing that same event. While it was true he’d seen Nico display his talents many times over the years, that was a sight he never grew tired of.

The boat began to rock upon the turbulent river like a drunken sailor. Avram still clung to Dracula for balance on one side, Andrei on the other as the heavens showered cold sheets of rain upon them.

“Andrei, perhaps you should go below and make sure everything is fast,” he suggested. He was not surprised when the smuggler made no reply and made no effort to move. His attention was all for Dracula, who had shaken off Avram’s hand and sauntered toward the rail as easily if he were taking a casual stroll in the park.

Apparel oft proclaims the man, to quote the Bard.

Despite the workman’s clothes he wore, now thoroughly drenched, Nicolai cut an imposing figure, silhouetted against the angry sky. Sometimes Avram forgot just how powerful the vampire really was, since there was little need for such display in their everyday lives. But at moments such as these, Nico seemed to possess an almost visible aura, a stark contrast to the almost somnolent attitude he seemed to wear daily. As if life were too much effort for him, at least when they were at home.

Arms outstretched, he raised his hands, palms up, toward the sky. His eyes were closed, as if in concentration.

Avram’s attention was diverted to Andrei. The boatman grabbed his arm just as a gust of wind threatened to topple them both. The boat precariously rode the swell but made no effort to capsize, luckily. “What does he think he’s doing?”

Avram shook his head. He had no words for what was about to happen. Andrei would see for himself in just a moment.

Dracula’s lips were moving, his sonorous voice undulating in unintelligible waves despite the rising wind. Avram had no knowledge of what words were being spoken, or how Nico had come to learn them. He wasn’t even aware of how he had become what he was. But he knew whatever these words were, they possessed a power that emanated from Dracula himself. And he was greatly in awe of that power.

The waves slapped violently against the boat, both Avram and Andrei struggling to keep their feet. But Dracula remained unshakeable, as if anchored to the spot where he stood. He began to gesticulate with his hands, intricate gestures that appeared to be aimed at the storm itself.

Avram noticed the rain first. It began to lessen in intensity until it had entirely ceased to pour upon them. And yet, glancing toward either shore, he could see that rain continued to fall upon the land. As though sudden dispensation had been granted to the river. The very waves had calmed, and the boat no longer rocked. As if the boat had suddenly become a shelter from the storm that raged about them. Not only that, but the sail puffed out with a gentled wind that seemed to invite them to continue their journey.

Dracula turned to face them, his expression unreadable. “Time to go,” he said before he disappeared below deck. Avram wondered if he’d tired himself out with his impressive display. He turned to Andrei, whose mouth gaped open, soundless. But his eyes asked so much.

“He is special,” is all that Avram said as he helped his friend to get the boat under way once more.

 to be continued

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J Ray Lamb

 

Wednesday Briefs: Dracula #33(7.3)

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A storm is brewing and Dracula is anxious to be on his way. But will things work out as he wishes just because he wishes them to? See what's happening in this week's chapter of Dracula. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Dracula #33(7.3)

Relief swept through Avram at the sight of the wagon. Andrei’s arrival was a timely one. Avram was grateful that he did not have to try to explain to Dracula why it would be unwise to steal the smuggler’s boat, when neither one of them could operate the craft and neither were they familiar with the route they would need to take to reach the Danube. Prior to this, their travels had always been accomplished over land, not water.  Not to mention that Andrei’s cousin would not be happy with them for abandoning his relative/business partner and would probably refuse to take them to Vienna. That in itself would only lead to problems as the vampire was not good at being told no when it came to getting what he wanted. And they were in no position to do anything else at the moment, having no alternatives. No prudent ones, anyway.

Avram was not surprised to see that Andre was not alone. Beside him on the driver’s seat was another man, no doubt the owner of the wagon. Avram didn’t recognize him but assumed he was one of those involved with Andrei in his smuggling activities. Andrei was yelling at the horses to go faster, no doubt due to the impending storm. As if to accentuate the need for urgency, a blue-white flash of lightning arced across the sky in a sideways fashion, immediately followed by a thunderclap and the first drops of rain.

Andrei pulled up the horses at the sight of Avram and Dracula. “Hurry and get in!” he shouted above the rising wind. “We have to hurry and get the cargo loaded and below deck before the storm breaks.”

Avram held his breath, expecting either a refusal or some sort of sarcasm from Nico. But, to his surprise, the vampire leapt onto the back of the wagon without a word, then turned and held out a hand for Avram.

That was unexpected.

Not wishing to look a gift horse in the mouth, Avram took Nico’s hand and the vampire pulled him into the wagon with ease, which then began to roll away immediately. He balanced himself precariously between Nico and the side of the wagon, holding tightly to both lest he fall off. An assortment of boxes and barrels lay in the bed of the wagon. He could understand the necessity to get everything out of the rain before it was ruined.

They quickly reached the point where the boat had been tied up and began to schlep the contents of the wagon into the hold of the boat.  Not surprisingly—at least not to Avram—Dracula was stronger than they were and carried his burdens effortlessly. Perhaps that was a mistake, but they had no time to worry about that now, not with the storm about to break over their heads as it was. They managed to stow everything with a minimum of water damage, to Andrei’s relief. His companion thanked him and quickly drove back the way he’d come.

Andrei glanced uncertainly between Avram and Dracula, as if he wanted to say something but thought better of it. “We should take cover,” he said instead, shouting over the cacophony of the storm.

“We should go,” the vampire insisted. He crossed both arms over his chest stubbornly, clearly expecting to be obeyed. “Now.”

Lord have mercy.

“Are you mad?” Andrei waved his arms to indicate the tumult around them. “We have to let this pass and then we’ll go.”

“Go now.” Dracula stood firm, refusing to capitulate. “The storm will cause no harm.”

“It’s coming from behind us. We can’t outrun us.” He had to yell to make himself heard.

Despite being buffeted by rough winds, Avram stumbled across the deck to place himself between Nico and Andrei, forestalling a possible fight as the two men glared at one another. This was neither the time nor the place, especially under the circumstances. They were becoming more and more drenched by the second, thunder rolling above them in clamorous waves

Dracula took a step toward Andrei, who took a reciprocal step. Avram braced himself as he sought to catch Nico’s eye, silently plead with him for forbearance. At the same time, he stretched an arm toward Andrei to prevent him from doing anything foolish… such as attacking a vampire.

Nico’s gaze was no longer fixed on Andrei, it seemed to encompass the chaos about them—the wind, the rain, the roiling waters of the river. Avram watched him in fascination tempered with horror. Was he really going to do this in front of the smuggler?

Apparently so.

to be continued

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J Ray Lamb

 

 

 

Wednesday Briefs: Dracula #31(7.1)

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Dracula seems a little restless, and it doesn't help that a storm is brewing. See what's happening in this week's chapter of Dracula. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Dracula #31(7.1)

The decision to disembark had been an impulsive one, but one not out of keeping with his nature. Stretching his long legs after being cooped up in the hold of that miserable boat, trapped among the various barrels and crates of sundries the smuggler was ferrying up the river—some of which smelled rather foul—felt good. He did not deal well with confinement of any sort, although few knew of this idiosyncrasy as he found it easier to dissimulate than to reveal truths regarding himself. Sometimes in the middle of the night, while Avram slept, Dracula would wander through the forest outside the castle, seldom venturing as far as the village, however. At these times, he felt more at home among the denizens of the night, over many of whom he held sway, than he did with most people, Avram being the exception. Unfortunately, he did not always have the luxury of the splendid isolation he preferred. As in the current circumstances.

He stole a cautious glance at Avram, attempting to gauge his temperament. He understood, without having to be told, why Avram was less than enthusiastic concerning their proposed destination. But there was little he could do about that. At the moment, their options were limited. This was not like their previous travels, which had been better planned and well organized, even if their objectives were the same. Neither of them had anticipated the circumstances that impelled their hasty departure in the middle of the night. To make matters worse, their available funds were precarious at the best of times. Even he realized that, and he generally did not disturb himself regarding mere financial matters.

“Avram,” he began, surprised at his own hesitation.

“Yes, Nico? Did you change your mind? Do you need to feed now? I will see what I can do.” Avram, as always, was very solicitous of his well-being. Sometimes he wondered how he had come to deserve such devotion.

Before he could respond, a chill wind gusted about them, penetrating the thin veneer of the disgusting garments that he couldn’t wait to shed. He raised his head, instantly on the alert, as he reached out with his senses. The air pressure around them had suddenly begun to drop and the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. Why hadn’t he noticed this impending change in the weather before? Because he’d been too distracted by other thoughts. A storm was headed in their direction. They should probably get under way soon. Where was that idiot boatman?

Resisting the urge to growl, Dracula waved off the idea he might be hungry with one hand. “No, I am fine, I assure you. I just wanted to say—”

. “Maybe we should return to the boat and wait for Andrei there.” Avram glanced about them warily, as if he too sensed a disturbance. “I’m sorry, what were you about to say?”

What had he been about to say? That he was sorry for what had happened, sorry for what was probably going to happen in Vienna… sorry for everything that had occurred thus far in his miserable life, although he wasn’t sure where that last thought had come from. He was Dracula… he was above such useless emotions.

Or was he?

to be continued

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Cia Nordwell

J Ray Lamb