Wednesday Briefs: Dracula #36(8.2)

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As if Avram didn't have enough to worry about, now Andrei has seen things he shouldn't have. At least not for his and Nico's safety. Will he tell? Only time will tell. And what is Dracula up to now? 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 #36(8.2)

“All I ask,” Avram began again, but Andrei quickly interrupted.

“I know what you are asking. And out of respect for Father Gunther, I won’t say a word.  And for you. But not for him.” He spat in Dracula’s direction, although it was a meaningless gesture as the vampire was nowhere in sight, resting below deck. Despite his brave words, though, Andrei spoke softly, as if fearful of being overheard.

That would have to do, Avram decided. He was fairly certain, though, that Andrei would manage to communicate at least some of his apprehensions and beliefs regarding his passengers to his cousin. For that, he couldn’t blame him.  He would just have to deal with any potential problem as they arose, and hope that Nico did nothing else he should not. At least not within sight of the man who was providing their next form of transportation.

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The sun was just beginning its fiery descent into the horizon before them when Andrei poled the boat to a stop and set the anchor. Avram saw no sign of the man they were to meet, but he also wasn’t sure precisely what the smugglers’ arrangement was.

“We are early,” Andrei announced to Avram. “He will arrive in the morning. In the meantime, I’m going to visit with my family. You are welcome to join me.”

Although he didn’t say them, the words but not him hung palpably in the air.

“Thank you, but I shall stay here. We’ll be fine,” Avram assured him, although he knew Andrei didn’t really care if Nico was fine or not. He couldn’t really blame the smuggler—the vampire’s manners were not always the best, and it was useless to argue with him about them. Although he could be most charming when he chose to be, or when it was required. And he would need to use all that charm where they were going.

“As you wish. Take care, Avram.” With a quick nod, Andrei disappeared over the side of the boat and slipped away into the encroaching night.

Mere moments after the smuggler was out of sight, Nico casually emerged onto the deck. Not very subtle, was he?  “Good evening, Nico.”

“Avram.” The vampire nodded as he gave a cursory glance about the deck, as if to ascertain what he already knew.

“He won’t be back until morning,” Avram volunteered. “His cousin won’t be here until then either, so Andrei is staying the night with his family. I assume they live nearby.”

“Better for me then.”

Avram narrowed his eyes at his employer. What was he up to now? And how would his actions get them into any further trouble than they were already in? But Dracula’s expression revealed nothing.

Avram hesitated for a moment. He rose from where he’d been sitting, the groan from his aching bones testifying to the fact that he hadn’t moved in a while, and cautiously approached the vampire. “Better for you what?”

“Perhaps better for me you should not know.”

Avram swore he could see a smirk on those well-formed lips. He rolled his eyes and shook his head in disdain. “That has never been and never will be in our best interest, Nico. I would rather you tell me now and save me the trouble of cleaning up some mess after the fact.”

When Nico flinched, Avram wondered if perhaps he had gone too far.

No, he didn’t really think so.

to be continued

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J Ray Lamb

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 #30(6.7)

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Dracula decides to take advantage of Andrei's absence to take a walk on dry land, to Avram's chagrin. But why? See what's going on 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 #30(6.7)

Avram saw no use in arguing with a stubborn vampire. “If you say so,” he muttered under his breath. Although there was no such thing as whispering around Nico. He had the heightened senses of his kind and heard everything.

They strolled in silence for a few moments. Perhaps this walk was a good thing. Nico spent far too much time shut up in the castle, seldom venturing outside for any reason. Avram understood his need for privacy, all things considered, but such a lifestyle was not healthy. Even for a vampire. The thought made him chuckle. Dracula would be amused to hear him express such a concern.

“Something is funny?”

Avram coughed, waving his hand as if to show his struggle with his breathing. “No, no, just a little bit of a cough. Nothing to worry about.” He surreptitiously glanced at the vampire, who did not look as though he believed him. Time to change the subject.

“I imagine, once we reach Vienna, that you will wish to go straight to the Palace?” He tried to keep his voice as neutral as possible, as if their destination was of little matter to him, when the truth was he hated going there. But they had little choice, at the moment.

Nico said nothing immediately. Avram focused his attention on the forest they were passing through instead. Scots pines and Norway spruce in abundance on either side of the road, the latter redolent of Christmas. German settlers had brought the tradition of decorating the tree to Transylvania, and the inhabitants had embraced it with enthusiasm.

Except for Nico, of course. He was never known to do anything that might be considered traditional. But Gunther’s family had, and Avram had come to appreciate the rich, sweet scent of the beautiful trees. Gunther’s mother had been a wonderful cook, and he could still remember dinners with the family. Especially he loved the sarmale, cabbage rolls filled with pork and cooked alongside pickled cabbage, then served with a helping of polenta and sour cream and pickled hot peppers.

And of course, there were the desserts. Avram especially loved the lamaita cake she made, so light, so delicate, filled with the most delicious lemon cream and vanilla. She always gave him an extra big piece, convinced that Dracula was starving him, although she would never speak such apprehensions aloud. She, like most of the villagers feared him. Those who said they didn’t were either lying or fooling only themselves, as none dared to cross him and most did their best to avoid him if they saw him during his rare sojourns to the village. He, and before him his family, had a reputation that went back many years, and the villagers had long memories.

How long ago those days of innocence. How joyful time spent in the bosom of Gunther’s warm and loving family. Life at the castle was… different.  Nico chose not to celebrate holidays and Avram never questioned his choice. But he often wondered what had happened to cause him to be the way he was.

 to be continued

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J Ray Lamb