MISGUIDED VAMPIRES
Of Torn and Tears, Part 2
"Luke," Marlane's small voice yelped, bringing her head out of her arms' coverage and seeing the floor littered with rafting and clumps of siding. She tried calling out again, thinking for a split second how a man who ended up growing tremendously just disappear all of a sudden.
Then, a large lone pale hand dipped below the floor, palm outstretched. Marlane stumbled as she got up, walking and slowly craning her head to where it came from. From above in the morning sky, Luke, now a titanic, almost timid being bent down and reflected an awkward smile, almost like he wasn't sure if smiling was what he should be doing. Marlane slowly abides and climbs aboard, sitting still as his hand slowly rose up, away from the mess, pass the hole and rising a couple of feet above.
"What in the world happened to you," Marlane said.
"This is what I want to know," referring to being left with shorts in hand-me-down fashion.
"Either this is really happening, or it's too early to still wake up…" She tried to survey the scenery again; sure enough the sun was bright in her eyes and slowly warming up early for that time of year.
"I'm afraid it really is happening", Luke's voice echoed, a twinge of disappointment in his tone. He placed her on a more stable side of the house's roof, as he crossed along the sides to kneel along the grassy backyard, still feeling something amiss and unending. His mind was telling to shrink back down, but the fact that this happened without his precise control, even letting his clothes burst off, left him thunderstruck. Marlane, on the other hand, was terrified over what she thought was a cave in on the house, she found her nerves still tingling, but she became curious as to what was the real cause. All she could do was move toward Luke a little closer, grasping and stroking large strands of swayed blonde hair sitting along the roof's edge.
With his concentration back in focus, Luke was able to shrink himself back to his normal size, his hair snaking away from the roof and slightly swished when it flowed down his knees.
"Everything all right down there?" Marlane called from the edge looking down as Luke wrap the torn pants-shorts around himself.
"I hope that was a little early morning humor", Luke called back up.
"You got to admit, it's better than a wake up call."
Luke sighed with a wry smile and shook his head.
The couple came back inside the house and surveyed Luke's bedroom. Everything was in shambles, tiles and plaster dusted the floor and bed, with loose wirings hanging above. The dresser had a three foot long dent, the mirror cracked in spider web design, the curtain rod unhooked at the right end on the ground with the white curtain splayed and wrinkled. The hole from the ceiling inside appeared bigger up close with the wind blowing on the wires and loose ceiling tiles and plaster. Luke calculated that the damage was at least over $3,000 to repair and Shinny would flip over the damage; a bad end to her and Jan's vacation.
"I don't know what to tell you, hun," Marlane broke the silence, "Not even you can sweet talk your way out of this."
Despite that it was a crude remark on his eloquence; he didn't take the outcome of how Shinny would react to heart.
"I don't need to sweet talk," he replied, excusing himself from the doorway and Marlane, making his way through the demolished room. Despite the dent, he pulled open the second drawer, moved aside a casual shirt and picked up an object wrapped in grey terry cloth. He removed the cloth to reveal the crystal arrowhead he and Jan dug up some time ago. The daylight from above reflected along the crystal's surface, thin rainbows edged along the lines; a genuine artifact from long ago that all the museums in the world would pay top dollar to have on exhibit. Yet the Valentine Brother's know that the arrowhead was too powerful to be held in other hands.
He clasped the arrowhead between his closed fists, he wished for his room to be repaired and quickly; the arrowhead responded with a bright glow. The debris on the floor magically floated up and rebounded against the ceiling, the hole steadily shrinking away, repairing on its own; like a movie in rewind. The curtain hung back up, the wires reconnected until the ceiling has been "filled" and the light shade back in place, leaving the bed unmade and ruffled where the two had slept last night.
Marlane could only stare at the room returning to normal by some uncanny means. She was used to seeing furniture fly on its own by poltergeist, but she knew the house was free of spirits. It was no doubt another supernatural presence that made everything right.
She pointed in the vicinity of the area and quivered, "You didn't just cause…" Her voice trailed trying to say if Luke can also use a particular kind of magic. Luke only smiled and showed her the object that repaired the room.
Outside the window, unaware that Luke and Marlane were being watched, Snowflake saw what took place. She was shocked to see not only the Valentine returned to normal size, but magic was performed on the demolished bedroom. It wasn't very clear if something was enchanted or he knew how to perform magic himself, the Doctor never mentioned any magical capabilities. Somewhere in her mind, she knew this was not shaping up to be a regular hit job.
One thing she didn't mention that this mission was her first to involve a vampire; she never really saw one or what a current appearance vampires take, remembering old tales in the wizard world of such beings. This one was also a Daywalker, able to survive with real nourishments and without the need to drink blood. His brother, by her account, must be the opposite; but who has yet to appear. He did manage to shrink himself down, but her spell was working none the less. She believed that any troubled childhood or other traumatic moments he remembers again will have more adverse affects on his powers.
There was nothing more she could. Eventually, she would have to investigate what the magical item is. For now, she apparated back to her motel room, awaiting any news or next orders from the Doctor. She relaxed in a bathtub, enchanted to appear cleaner and materializing warm water with orange and pink bubbles right away, soaking her body as her mind imagined the trouble the young, blonde Valentine will have in the days to come.