“Come now. Please come now,” said the quiet voice of the ancient Vampire on the end of the line.
Tellias had called. “What is it?” I asked knowing it could be anything. And I mean anything.
“I’m afraid I’m going to lose Eleora. She is slipping away.”
Elora his love of the past 2,000 or so years. My heart sank. My head spun. I grabbed my purse and drove through the orchards along the river to their farmhouse.
Tellias waited in the dusk on the front porch of the Queen Ann style Victorian. He wore a white Mexican wedding shirt and orange shorts in the summer heat. His long white blonde hair was pulled back. He didn’t look like that classic Vampire but who does these days? Nobody really.
“Where is she?” I asked as I bounded up the porch steps.
He took my hands in his long cool fingers. A look of panic came over his face. “He has come back for her. I know he has come back.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Excuse me? You mean Dr. Who?”
“Who? That insufferable Warlock. Like Dr. What that character who keeps coming back reincarnated or whatever. The guy with the bow tie. I don’t know. I never watch the damn show.”
“Dr. Who.” I thought of the guy on that BBC show.
“What?” Tellias asked.
“His name is Dr. Who, not Dr. What. Dr. Who. The one who changes in a phone booth like Superman, only he isn’t… I don’t know what he is. I don’t know the show but I know who you’re talking about.”
“Oh. Well, no matter what they call him I don’t want him here.” Tellias started to raise his voice.
Well, now that we’re all throughly confused and my head is spinning more than normal. Abbot and Costello are done with their routine for now.
As ethereally handsome and beautiful Tellias is, Eleora is lovely in a way that any male of any kind easily falls in love with her. From John their handsome 60 something neighbor to Vampires to Werewolves and Warlocks and whatever… men tend to fall in love with the lovely and simple Eleora. Unfortunately Tellias lets it get the best of him. While I don’t think she has ever strayed I do believe there have been close calls.
Tellias brought me into the back parlor where Eleora and the Warlock sat under some large fans that once in a Caribbean plantation. The Warlock was stunning in the most fashionable of summer suits, sans the jacket, his silver hair thick and just brushing his shoulders. He looked all the bit of a leading man of the silver screen. Why are these guys always so damned good looking?
The Warlock looked at me with an intense disdain filled glare (Warlocks do that – another reason I dislike them.) “You’ve been under the weather Juliette. Odd for a Vampire. A little vertigo or perhaps…” I could hear a bit of old Welsh in his accent masked by the deep baritone of his voice.
“I’m fine.” I said. I am a bit under the weather with a mysterious head spinning but resent the invasion of my privacy.
“Are you fine? Are you really?”
I ignored him, least I tell him to shut the fuck up or rip his neck out.
I took a deep breath knowing that he is harmless. I know he has been a good friend to Eleora over the centuries. It is a friendship others of my kind (Vampires) have a difficult time understanding, like my friendships with humans and Werewolves.
That said, I wanted to tell him to go back to Halloween Town or wherever he’d come from. I could stand John, the neighbor who’d known the Eleora and Tellias since he was a child. John was a real friend. But the Warlock was a different kind of creature, one who morphed and lived like a lie for centuries, conjuring up new forms for his spirit to pass to. He always looked the same to me but yet different. I have to admit it really creeps me out. Yeah, I’m a Vampire but a lot of things creep me out, Warlocks being one of them.
My head spun for some unknown reason so I went upstairs to one of the lavish bedrooms and sank into a soft bed. I couldn’t stand, but I had to get up. I’m a mom. I have responsibilities. I take care of everyone. I have things to do. But I was suddenly suspended into a spinning world where I couldn’t see straight or stand without feeling as if I was going to fall. Maybe I just needed fresh blood. I don’t know what it was. But like I said, I’m the mom so this shouldn’t be happening.
I could hear them talking downstairs. I thought of when I was a child in this same room listening in on the adults talking downstairs. I’d hear things and store away the information into the drawers of my brain only to take them out later when needed. Some things are still jammed back behind those dusty drawers forgotten and lost, waiting to be taken out one day.
I heard the door opened and expected Tellias. It was the Warlock. I sat up, fangs ready.
“Stop. She was mine first. She was mine before he came from Rome.”
“She was never yours.” I said. “She was always his. It was set in time before you were ever born.” I don’t know why I said that. Maybe from being in the mindset of writing romance stories… anyway…
He just looked at me as if I was crazy or that I was right. “You make me uneasy Warlock. Go away before I steal your soul and turn you into a husk of your former existence.” There again, I just spat out the words. I couldn’t wait to get home and tell my husband what I’d said.
He left and I slept for another five or six yours. In the meantime Tellias called my husband and the Warlock left.
Eleora danced around and sang as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary. I swear, she has become so simple minded that I’m surprised Tellias hasn’t gone insane. But then again, when one is in love for a long long long time those things don’t matter. You love the person you are with and the person you used to be with.
So shall we all start to countdown to Halloween? That is easy when almost every single day is Halloween.
I shall continue to rest with the sounds of the baseball games on the TV and the quiet snoring of my calico cat.
I’ll call Tellias later to see if he is alright. I know he is, for today he and his love are alone.
So anyway, yes, Halloween. It will be here soon. Get ready and please, be careful of witching kinds of folk.
Oh right, one more thing. For the best witching story read “Young Goodman Brown” by Nathaniel Hawthorne. It is a wonderful classic tale that will give you the creeps and the chills and make you smile because it is so beautifully written.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman