Chapter 1
In the dance with the vampires I went along jogging with my ex partner to seek refreshments and good cheer when there is something unholy in there a youth who resembled a human beast who came along agog to join the clan
I said sod off being a kindly vampire but he persisted and so I did not make anything of it and went along enjoying the wines and the dines when the die was cast someone else went for it. I had been eyeing him all night and someone else went for the kill how unkind how unnaturally stupid I went to have a cig to clear my head and felt the mornings rapes as it dawned on me that I was not only maladjusted but not correct in my attire.
I went and slept the rest of the morning in something called lumber and everyone clammed in when I went for the hunt at the bar which sells nice easy iron tablets for some reason this is the ultimate pill for us the vampires.
Having ironed it out I went to see if there is anything else to do being short on lines and all that. I saw my good old friend having a swipe out as he now the new famed vampire and telling me so much he has done in the last century or so and he had met so many interesting people there I began to yawn and went to sleep as interesting people are so tiring.
You see it don’t you it is being in the dark all the time and in the night time I do not sleep which makes the day more tiring and the iron tablets are not the real thing which I crave but only when I go to the hospital to have some samples.
There is nothing I can do about it aging it is like any other disaster one deals with it there are no remedies and nothing to do but to grin and bear it all missing teeth and all. What did I do wrong but intent on robbing myself of myself I left a mark of distaste on the world this worthless world which uses children to make their point in. All the missing points are here when a man loves a woman and does not know she is ill. She hides the facts from him no matter what and he does not know she has a illness a serious illness and she does not state the obvious makes him feel for another woman in order to prevent his suffering and sorrow which might have happened and he hapless is wretched and says she did him wrong robbing him of his manhood. But what is more worth the time me or that sorrow there is nothing the matter with giving him what he so much desired the life he wanted with this other fond wife. I did everything to prevent being in their stage I just wanted his happiness what else does a woman want from her man?
The thing was I have this illness makes me not able to be good 100% the thing was would have died if he and me had wed because of what I had and he marrying his wife and being involved with that woman made me so healthy that now I am not the same fool I had been that my beneficial made up self is able to bear it now I am able to bear it all. That the barren years made me see straight that even if I had died a little living would not have hurt me even if I had risked all for the sake of our love it would not have unmade me. I would have been less bitter more able and in fact would have left a better legacy behind than now.
The legacy of this and the other is we are tied to time no matter. You see they did say the ways of the flesh are damned in the Bible you see. I mean no harm to anyone in the Bible for they are all dead and left this earth but what wisdoms did they leave behind? The little foreigner there always wins and today in this world not one foreigner wins at all.
Now their aristocratic maid has been treated so shabbily that she has been through the brutes and seen the daylight as the woman robbed of her virtue and madden by it. That her life now over and she is without sunshine anymore. That me behaving like that towards the man has unmanned her and made her clan ridiculous because they not into being useful at all not without the right cues and puts and that makes me the sadder creature because if I had died and left the field to her than she would have been the sole heir to his misery and moved him along to the next stage and then she would have had the whole game and match.
Children ring my door every day daily making a nuisance of them because their mothers said it was okay to be done to me and they were doing the right deed by it. Of course to steal something is bad but the doorbell must be rang because it is what I had done to their grandmothers when young and now past the age of caring this England has settled into something called spitefulness and the things which one calls nothing to do with care and attention towards the youth the young go cat wailing on their bikes and making the rounds of ringing the door and doing the dance like bikers folly which we call misbehaving but their mothers have told them to do such a thing in the first place.
Ten to one I will be in trouble for doing this sort of anti social aristocratic and anti society social satire but look at me there is not much of me left except fatness and bananas and the banality of middling age. But my life is one of many failures and the truth is that is what has made me into this angry woman.
It is a world where if one does something then it goes on till perpetuity like any other vampire age this is the age of the vampires. You see there is no giving there is only being fed. The well bred fed with cucumber and scones and ably assisted by cream makes the show a shallow place to behave in. Nothing likes the fangs out with the strawberry jams and all that; look the vampire age is over and done with since the 18th century is over and done with look we have done our bit and made the headlines again. It is against parental devices that you say that sort of thing we are now the vampire hunters.
Circus clowns
I had always been interested in oddities and circus freaks are the most odd of the lot. In the circus the clowns have water thrown at them they spank each other and behave like real villains it is one hell of a show when the clown is thrown away and left to perish. The more they are unsympathetic the more we love to see them the clowns in my mind had always been like Punch and Judy and they had come to town. This began this is the show this is what it is to be a clown I always think and then it is a bit of a disappointment because they are always eager to please. Don’t drop your hat in such a nice way I want to shout at them but they bow and are polite and leave the stage just like a trained horse. For me circus clowns have always been something of a nightmare because it was a circus clown which brought the murders in the small town which housed grandmother. I was led astray when the circus came to town and was floating in the wildness of childhood gone babyhood when the clowns which I wanted to see were found to have no makeup.
A clown without make up made me shudder to such an extent that the evil clown went berserk with laughter and chased me outside. I had wanted to see the circus before they became a circus and that mattered to me when they were pretending it was meaningless because the actors in films did the same thing and when they were not actors they were mummies and daddies. The thing was took a wrong turning after that and witnessed the scene which was the murder of a imam a good holy man whose family were geniuses and whom he bedded for some reason. The wife took exception when he bedded her youngest son and his head was hacked off. But did not know did not realise they our neighbour and they had to murder each other when the circus had come to town. What an inconvenient time for all that and the circus shuts down. I mean they shut the circus down because of the murder?
“Yes it was too near the crime scene.”
“Oh heck”
“But auntie”
“Never you mind.”
“Father?”
“I am not here.”
The thing was had to solve the murder in order that the circus could be open again and that meant going to the scene of the crime and finding everything out.
I do not know if I am making sense I seemed to have witnessed the murder twice. First on the astral plane of the child and secondly as this wise acre who had to find out in order that the circus could be opened again.
Telepathy discussion of the vampires were on their own time and went and wed the claws which settled into the right vibrations when the bloodletting was done with the vampire satisfied went madly outside and mated with the queen vampire. The head vampire went and said his piece his intelligent eyes the centre of his orbits and he sensed the likes of prey the moment the prey entered his zones and he got the better of them all. The zone now not safe because vampire hunters all round because they have matured and the things went berserk the vampires out in all numbers being hunted down and maddened by their claws being vaporised and evaporated and left to die in shame and humiliation because that is the only way to kill vampires to let them die in shame. Set an example to set the example because that is the only thing one can do.
The two worlds co exist do not they?
But what brought it home to reality was that I stepped into the head of the victim’s bloody gore in those days it was not cordoned off and the whole heads shape was visible to me. I instep in it the prints of my little foot inside the skull. I did not know why but this upset me more than anything before.
The official who was still there seeing me started to gently ease me out of the muddy in print and said words to the others about them letting a child near which he would never have done. Who was in charge he was and he should not have been doing two jobs when he obviously incompetent. But he did not see it like that.
They said nothing new to me.
My being on the scene was only later as the morning was after six. The murder had happened when the imam had been in the lazy stages of setting the gramophone on to witness the morning prayers which they said was sometimes in the morning at four or five o’clock. This made nonsense of the reality of praying but some said the pillar was too high off. He was in his 50’s and that meant he no longer agile and youthful and would have broken his neck.
No mechanics must be used when praying. The reality of being in such a high state and having to do with the incest did not occur to anyone as odd. He an imam he would do such a thing. He foolish not proper imam what was he then?
He had a gramophone and he not a proper one. When did he get ordained? He apparently only a minor cleric that is not nice to think that minor cleric had made a fool out of them.
Taxpayers paid them to say his prayers and it is a major scandal his wife does not say a word against him and her mind has left.
“Where did it go?”
“To the dry cleaners.”
