Claude's punishment
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Claude spent all his night reading again and again the stupid books in search of something that would explain the non-existent aura of the vampire. He considered the possibility of a non-vampire killer but, seriously, what human being would have such fangs?
He was pretty annoyed by this. " Ok, this guy or is the smartest of his race or am I just blind, or dumb. Why in Hell would he hide his energy? I can't comprehend what use for that…" he said slowly raising his gaze to the pendulum on the wall. It was by the time he moved to some place, he didn't quite like, but would provide him the information he's so interested in. Or the proof he is not loosing his logical thinking…
He was going to the Undertaker. Yes, he was doing it. "I'm an idiot. Why did I fucking choose to investigate it? I don't like this guy at all! And now I have to ask him for help. I AM BETTER DEAD."
Claude entered the Undertaker's shop and wished to run out the same way he entered. The mortician was staying on a coffin, his gaze fixed on Claude. "I must have a very interesting expression that he's glaring at me like that. Maybe I look somewhat shaken…" thought Claude while formulating his greeting. "Good day, sir."
"Mmmmm…A demon, I am tempted to think you're not here for a coffin or any funeral service, now, are you?" said the Undertaker like reading Claude's thoughts.
The guy was way to creepy. He knew lots of things no other demon would. He was like a book but always had rather a strange request in change for his services. He was asking for laughter… Yes, and what could Claude do to be that funny for the strange man?
"I am here because of-" he was cut off by the man "You're here for information about the vampire who set the whole London on fire…Oh, dear, it was readable from your expression!"
"Yes, I'm here for that. Now I guess you want a funny show, is that?"
"This time no." Claude was surprised. " I had my fun when I heard about your fate! Sent at the Purgatory door to be punished by sending you back here! This is ridiculously funny! I laughed for an hour!"
"I'm glad I'm so funny…" he said quite irritably. Now what was he? The Joke Of The Century? "Now about that stupid vampire."
"Oh, he's not stupid at all! He's smarter than I, myself thought! To hide the pierced skin with a cut it's a brilliant idea, especially when you want to hide behind an already existent criminal. The guy thought it with such sadism."
"Do you have any kind of idea why is he hiding his aura? I couldn't feel any. I'm running a black magic business and last night, one of my clients died because of him…"
"I'll give you a hint. There are more species of vampires than you think. I'd enlist them for you but it will be just worse. But I bet on two of them. Either Vindicator or Neophyte. Those two are used to committing smart acts like this." Said Undertaker confident on his sayings. The guy new better.
"Well, what's the difference?"
"Mostly? The way they're doing it. But I can't tell. A Vindicator wouldn't hide his aura, neither a Neophyte. Just if…If he's not a Royal kind…"
"Royal kind? What?" asked Claude puzzled. "I mean, do they have castes too? Like Hell does?"
"Of course they do! And a Royal one would want to hide his aura because of the intensity of the energy. They use seals for reducing the intensity…"
"One simple, nice question…Why?" this was sounding very strange. To want to hide your power would be stupid. It keeps away those who think you're a weak target…then, why?
"Because that energy can make you fall on your knees. It is a horrible feeling. You feel a high pressure at cranial and cortical level. The brain would feel like split in little pieces. Your muscles would be clenching on your bones, a state of paralysis would install in all your system. Your eyes will get out of their orbits and the pain from the brain would intensify three times. After that you would be rendered unconscious from the amount of pressure. Some people bleed then…"
"Like our restrictions? To suppress the energy to the level enough for the decoy body to be able to resist." "Brilliant…a smart thing…but when such energy accumulation?"
Undertaker looked at Claude curiously. Why would a normal guy interfere in such a delicate matter? "Sorry if I'm rude, but why are you willing to find this monster? I thought black magic was prosperous with protection spells at every pace."
"This guy seems interesting, I want to find him. Or settle him down, or study him. Seriously, very few people can make me interested…" the Undertaker looked still confused.
"I'll tell you something. It's not only one…al least two. I think they are mates…
From outside a voice could be heard. "Are you being intentionally dense? Do you know what will that guy do? He'll search for you! And for me too!" a woman was shouting angrily.
"Of course I'm not! Talk louder so the mortician can hear you!"
"They are out! It can't be this easy!
"Of course it can't be this easy, do you think we're idiots? I must say, you're pretty interesting yourself…Hmhmhm…" the man's voice called. "Don't you want to catch me? Come to daddy!"
"That was it!" but he was stopped by Undertaker. "You are falling in his little trap! Don't go out! They're taunting you just!"
"Yes, silent as a spider but blind as a bat…poor demon. Now, shout that you don't need my pity…" this was pure madness. Claude was railing. He hated being made a fool, especially from other creatures than demons.
"Is your blood boiling already? I'm looking forward to your response, but now, we will take our leave…sayonara, demon!" and a sound like wings opening caught Claude's and Undertaker's attention. If those were vamps, since when they have wings?
"Surely they are vampires?" the concern in his voice was visible. "What the fuck was that sound? Wings? At vampires? No way, I must be loosing my mind…but he heard it too…"
"Positive, they can't be anything else. I may say he's fond of you…did you feel it?"
"Yes, they made it a little visible this time. They're strong."
From outside, a sharp shriek could be heard, another victim. This time, it was almost mid-day. Why would he attack in the middle of the day? Wasn't he supposed to hide? It was too obvious. What were they trying to do?
Claude and the mortician went slowly along London's streets in search of the crime scene. When they arrived, the same officer from last night was there.
"Ah, doctor Faustus! What a luck! Our doctor who does the autopsy is sick and have no replacement. Would you be so kind to help us. I'm inspector Jonathan Reichman." the man said matter-of-factly.
"Yes, I would like to help…"
"You will be paid of course-"
"I don't want money. Let it be. Now, show me the body."
Claude approached the dead woman and started searching for the bite mark but found none. Instead, the killer was generous enough to let the weapon he used. A knife made of some kind of turquoise stone that was glowing from time to time. He looked around and saw a pair of reapers he met before talking to the mortician. He finished talking and approached Claude.
He bent near Claude and whispered "You see the two Reapers? They are here to collect the soul."
"What soul? There is none left!" he said quite annoyed. "Take a look at this weapon though…No bite mark. She's been stabbed."
"Exactly, the knife collected the soul. It's a special knife. I have a hypothesis of what those guys are. But I'll have to look it up a bit. I will come tonight at your shop."
"Okay. How about the soul. I can't give them the weapon. It's a proof."
"I'll tell them. See you then." he said leaving Claude to his work.
Claude raised and walked to Inspector Reichman. He was curious of the circumstances of the event and if there have been any witnesses. That would make it way more easy for him. He at least would have a target. Reichman saw him and also made his way towards him.
"Doctor, I think you would have some questions." the man said. "The woman, Terry Rocher, age 24, not married, and the think that links between the victims, they frequent the same pub. A pub for nobles. It can't be called restaurant, but private club sure. There is a witness. What about the body?"
"The killer has a helper or the cannibal changed his methods to confuse us. This time he left the weapon. It's a trap to deceive us. Even if there have been no regular places for cutting this body ain't drained. He's changing tactics.
The man looked pretty amazed. Those hypothesis were his job…and now he was lectured on his work…"Yes, of course. But what about the pub?"
"Of course the pub has a very important role…choosing the victim from a wide variety of beauties just for getting them either dead or in his bed. I heard some of them had sexual contact with the killer just before. This time was not possible, since it was done in the middle of the day, and in plain street. Like wanting it to be obvious. Don't you agree?
"I agree…" Reichman muttered. Now it was like he was scolded not asked the opinion.
Claude have seen his reaction and tried to comfort him. "I'm sorry if I'm getting to excited. Never been investigating. I think you feel bad about what I said…"
"What you said was true, no doubt, but I feel foolish for not thinking it faster…"
"How old are you?"
"26 sir."
"Well, I'm in my thirties. I'm 34. I've read more than you and studied more than you. I liked the idea of working for Scotland Yard but medicine tempted me more."
"I now understand. Sorry for my reaction."
"No sorry. I was too rushed. I have to apologize. I will make my way to my home if there is no problem. There is no other reason for her death so I don't have to slaughter her body."
"Of course, good bye sir!"
Claude headed to his shop and called Mihan to tell him the news. Mihan was surprised. They had the courage to taunt Claude. Who did they think they were? Just a bunch of idiotic vampires thinking they could put up with Claude's powers?
Claude was playing with some magic powder that he moulded and made it shine golden. He was thinking how to catch this guy. And his friend, cause they surely weren't mates. Her power was greater, which meant she was older than him…but he had something special. "What can possibly happen if I kill one of them? I mean, if they are Royals, I imagine a whole army coming for me…Oh even better…"
"What are you thinking of?" asked Mihan concerned. Claude's expression went from serious to amused. Right, he must have been thinking of his situation.
He looked up at Mihan whose face was like I-think-he's-loosing-his-sanity. "I was thinking both how to catch him and what could possibly happen if I killed one of them…I must say, it was extremely funny." Now the magic powder took the form of an army trying to kill Claude.
"Get over with the powder play…it takes the form of your thoughts and I think you're exaggerating. An army? For you?"
"What? Ain't I worth it? Or, am I to low for an army to come after me? Thou disappoint me, Mihan…"
"Ok, mister Shakespeare-reader. Cut it. Why would they send an army?"
"If they are Royals they would do it…if not, the other avenges the dead one"
In short time, Undertaker came to the shop. It was strange even for him. He entered and greeted Claude and Mihan. Mihan was giving him precautious glares. He couldn't believe this man new so much Claude said he knows.
"So, you know what they are?" asked Claude surprised.
"Yes. Listen here. There are multiple kinds of vampires. They are surely Neophytes. Well, this kind, after emperor Hyung-Jang died, there were controversies. His best general was a woman. He died and let her lead the vampire kingdom."
"How long ago was that?" Mihan and Claude asked in unison.
"4000 years ago. She lead them to a point where they wouldn't need to feed 12 months. They live in a parallel dimension. Even if there food is everywhere and willing to be drained they come here for fun. Well this woman got involved with Shinigamis of the second degree, who take care of wondering souls, they are not actually reaping anything. She learned to use their techniques and got a reaping sword. I'll cut details. She teached several vampires to hunt souls that are wondering and also vampires that don't respect rules. Those are Soul Hunters. That weapon, that's the weapon they use for this."
"Wait a second! 4000 years ago the Earth was still at the status of I Tarzan You Jane! Not even capable to talk!" said Claude confused.
"I'm positive that you know that, that is not that much. But, they have a special characteristic. The Royals can travel in time. That is how she is that old. I think that is not her mate but…"
"A relative. Logical."
"Not very logical though…She chooses her family. They are not-"
"I know they can't procreate…they are deader than us…their bodies are stuck. They can increase the muscular mass but they can't have children. But what about the wings?
"That, I don't know."
"How is Claude going to catch that guy? I mean, if he's a Royal he has amazing powers…"
"He's fond of Claude. I don't think he would do it. He likes playing. And he let this on the body. In her coat." He said handing Claude a note let by the killer.
Dear I-don't know-your-name
I wanted to tell you that I appreciate your effort to catch me. I thought we will get along well since I and my niece were feeding and your business would get prosperous. How would that be? I'm not affected by magic, be it white or black. About that, you seem interested. I have something for those like you. I'd like to have a drink with you but I'm a little busy killing women.
They are pretty good in bed but I get bored fast…Heard you're interested in my past. Come for me and we'll talk…Would you like to know my name? I will give you the Initials. Nothing more.
Hope we meet soon…
Yours sincerely,
M.G.
"Well, I think he's bisexual…and he likes me…" said Claude abruptly. "…and is also very pervy…I AM NOT BOTTOM!"
"I don't think you will negotiate that…And the woman was his niece. Guess what, she is the Emperor." said Undertaker amused.
"How can that be?"
"I told you. They are time travelling. I think they come from future…somehow… "
"What purpose go back in time then?"
"If he is too young, which probably is the case, she wants to age him acceptably, not older than herself. I, if I could, I wouldn't age somebody much more than I am…"
"Al least he doesn't want to kill you…" said Mihan giggling.
"Of course is funny…My life becomes the Joke Of The Century! So laugh! Have fun…"
"With this I must say I owe you another hand of help…" said Undertaker smiling broadly.
"Why? You laughed your lungs out? Who knows…God probably will give me something so bad that you will laugh your heart out! Oh, or your brain!" shouted Claude frustrated. The vampire either was making fun of him, or was serious. No, the guy was serious…"Shit, now this guy wants to bed me! I don't say I don't lust for that but a…man? Not that it would be a problem, most of the demons are bisexual…BUT I AM NOT BOTTOM! Oh, Lucifer, why am I doing this? If this is the punishment, which I don't think, then I want to die…or, after I fuck the guy…"
"Something wrong?" asked Mihan this time serious.
"No, I was thinking how my life can get worse…I think I will take a walk every night to search for him. I will let him be if he would give me the souls but I know he WON'T. Plus some people complained about wicked spirits. They call the Yieles. I think I will do this little job in change of money, of course. And I'll watch my back."
"Since is so desired?" they started laughing again of his situation.
"Yes, because a psychotic, bisexual, bored vampire is after it…" said Claude coldly. He didn't like it but had to get over with it…"
It was late and Claude was still at the shop. Mihan and Undertaker left and now he was playing again with the magic powder. "I hate this, but better than punishment is this…I'm bored of normal and this guy and his niece…what a fate to meet the Emperor of a race and her uncle? I guess that…at least she can choose her family…drop it…" he said still making figures out of the powder. It was interesting. How long has it been since he was interested in something so unconventional? That murderer showed him that Hell doesn't know absolutely everything about vampires and other creatures. Undertaker left a book about the Neophyte. He opened it slowly, making the powder take the form of the story…
" Emperor Hyung-jang left behind his family. His wife Myung was left in the Great General's care…"
Soon, Claude got tired and fell asleep while reading. The powder stopped changing forms…
"Ah, so you got at the Shinigami encounter…I'll leave you to it" said a strange voice that Claude, asleep as he was, couldn't hear. "See you soon, demon…" he said and approached Claude, kissing him on the cheek. "Future will give you head aches…" he said leaving Claude to sleep…
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