Chapter 11
An hour later, Tamsin and Bo arrived at the cemetery where Glenn Rauch was supposed to be buried.
It was nearly mid night already. No one was in the cemetery. The moonlight gave a pale glare to all the tombstones, making them looked like they were made from skeletons.
It was deadly quiet in there. The only thing they could hear, was their own footsteps.
" Glenn Rauch, where are you..." They searched through rows of graves. Finally they found his grave at the corner of the cemetery. The stone was so small, it was almost hidden in the grass.
" So, shall we start digging?" Tamsin threw a shovel and a pair of gloves to Bo.
" I'm so excited."
Digging up a grave was never a pleasant job. Digging at night, made it worse. By the time they dug it open, Bo sat on the ground gasping for air.
" I swear, I'm never digging another grave again." Bo said, " How deep are they gonna bury them, seriously!"
" Come on, let's take a look." Tamsin jumped in, then Bo jumped in with her.
They opened the casket, trying everything they can not to look at the rotten body inside.
Bo was knocking everywhere, searching for any hollow space inside the casket. But she did not find anything.
Then they went through all the fabrics in the casket. Most of them were rotten too. But still nothing.
They dug around the casket, but still nothing was there.
" Well, Glenn did say, truth lies in the dead. So, maybe he meant the dead, literally." Tamsin stuffed her hand inside the dead body. Even with the gloves on, she still felt like she was shoveling her fist down someone's throat. That had made her sick.
Seconds later, she said:" Yep, literally, in the dead."
She pulled something out. It looked like a small package, wrapped in wax paper, and sealed with wax. Tamsin tore it open, inside it, it was a small notebook. It looked aged.
" Let's see, what big secret had Glenn hidden in here." Tamsin turned over the first page.
The writing in the notebook was hasty and careless. There were also paper articles and book chapters cut and pasted on it.
After they had read few pages, they looked at each other confused.
" I don't even remotely have an idea about what he was talking about. And apparently most of them were written in the old fae language." Bo said, " But this got to be something huge right? I mean why would someone go through this much trouble to hide this here if it was not huge."
" Yeah, we probably should get this to Lauren and my tech team."
" Yeah, asap."
But when they were about to get out from the grave, they heard a shrill voice.
" Oh, my, what do you have there in your hand. Let me take a look."
Up on the ground, a man walked to the edge of the pit they just dug. He was short, and he had a face of a child. If he was not talking, he would look like a ten year old boy, except that world's most creepy boy prize could go to him. Because unlike a ten year old boy, he had these most vengeful and malicious eyes. Standing in the moonlight, his pale skin made him looked almost like he just crawled out from one of the graves here.
" Who the hell are you?" Tamsin pulled out her sword. Bo had her dagger in her hand too.
" Please." The man clicked his finger. Before they could react to it, a group of people appeared around the pit, with loaded crossbows in their hands pointing at them. They looked like machine, with no living energy inside them. The pale moonlight shined on their faces. It was just pure pasty, with no emotions nor expressions.
Tamsin and Bo had seen that look before. On Ciara's face.
Oh shit, this must be the necromancer who revived Ciara. Tamsin thought. She knew that Bo had figured it out when she saw the look on her face.
" Now, throw me that notebook." The man said. His voice was very unpleasant.
" No. I'm not going to throw it to you. You'll have to come down and get it yourself." Tamsin tightly gripped her sword and said to him.
" I highly doubt that. See, if you don't throw me that notebook. I'll tell my men to start shooting arrows to you. How many arrows can a valkyrie and a succubus take, before they die? More importantly, how long would they stay dead, with a necromancer five feet away from them?"
" Shit!" Tamsin cursed. She was not afraid of death. But she definitely didn't want to become a walking dead killing machine either. She had seen what Ciara had became, and it scared her to think about herself turned into the same thing. From the look on Bo's face, she knew that she was thinking about the same thing too.
With no choice, Tamsin had to threw the notebook to him. He picked it up and read through a few pages, then he smiled. That was the most terrifying smile that could every appear on anyone's face.
" Ok, you got the notebook now, let us go." Bo said.
" I never said I will let you go, succubus." The man laughed, " And you, valkyrie. Both of you are my prisoners now."
" I would rather die right here right now, than come with you." Bo said.
" Oh, wasn't I clear about that? You're welcome to die here. In fact, you both are. Whoever dies becomes my new puppet today." The man said.
" What do you want from us?" Tamsin frowned, " You've already got what you need."
But the necromancer did not answer her. Instead he laughed and said:" I'll give you two one minute, either you crawl out there alive, or you both crawl out there as walking dead."
All the sharpshooters had put their fingers on the triggers. They could release them at anytime. Tamsin knew that it was too far away for her to pull her intimidation trick on the necromancer, so was for Bo's charm. She knew that they probably could kill some of the walking dead sharpshooters, but before they win they would be dead.
"Fuck." She cursed again. They had to climb up from the pit, and followed the man to his car. On the car, they were cuffed and stuffed in the back seat, with two walking dead sitting on each side.
" Now, sleep." Before the driver started the car, the man turned around from the front seat. He covered his mouth and sprayed something on them.
" You son of a bitch! What the fuck is that!" Tamsin struggle in the cuff. She wanted to cover her mouth but her hands were cuffed behind. Bo struggled too. She kicked the front seat hard and cursed the necromancer.
But the necromancer just laughed. His laughter was like someone was beating a half-dead cat. It was loud, scary and creepy.
It did not take long before Tamsin and Bo stopped struggle. Seconds later, they blacked out.