Although Angel had missed out on seeing George A. Romero's Night of the Living Dead that had been released in 1968, she had gone to see his follow-up in 1978 that was titled Dawn of the Dead and it had scared her so bad that she hadn't been able to sleep for weeks afterwards. She had seen the film in a theater and, like everyone else who had been in the building, had screamed in horror when the horrid, dead who walked and hunted the living appeared on screen. The film had scared her so bad that she had refused to go see the second sequel that was titled Day of the Dead in 1985. When Angel saw TrobrencusVile Surfeit, her great-great grandfather's uncle, she not only froze in fear, she began trembling all over. She looked as if she had gotten a terrible chill. KurukVile chided her, he told her to get a grip then ShaamVile slapped him on the arm, told him to cool it then he walked forward. Angel was so in fear that she barely realized that Bile had been taken from her, she couldn't hear anyone or anything, she just stood, trembled horribly in fear and stared. TrobrencusVile was handed Bile, he held her son for a good five minutes before handing him back. ShaamVile placed Bile in the crib that he shared with his brother then picked Lhaklar up. He placed his hand on Angel's arm, comfortingly, then he went over to his uncle and gave him her secondborn son. After TrobrencusVile held Lhaklar he and KurukVile exited the room, leaving Angel with ShaamVile and his son. What DuruVile did a short minute after his great-uncle and oldest son had left the nursery snapped Angel out of her trance. He slapped her hard in the back of the head, her scream reverberated throughout the fortress home of her grandparents, everyone heard it and everyone stopped what they were doing in complete shock over the volume of the scream. Eldass and Losal, when they heard their mistress scream rushed from her assigned chambed, down the hallways and stairwells then ran right into the nursery where they found their mistress lying on the floor at her great-grandfather's and great-great grandfather's feet.
"Bring in Uncle Trob and she reacts like that." DuruVile shook his head. "A disgrace."
"Lad, hush." ShaamVile said. "Trob's one of them men that will scare a being simply by physical appearance. I should have shown her a photograph of him before he came here."
"She should not of reacted in that fashion in the first place." DuruVile said, when he saw the Goblins he walked over to them and stood before them. "Your services are no longer needed nor welcome, begone from this residence."
"We do not follow in your leadership," Eldass spoke up. "we go by order of Mistress Angel and Master Cheshire."
"Well you're taking my order and heading out now!" DuruVile exclaimed.
"We will not take any orders from you." Losal said.
"Do we need to do what my great-uncle did to your little friend outside?" DuruVile asked the two Goblins. "I'll just as much grab your short asses and throw you out myself after I pommel you to pieces if you do not leave now."
"Go ahead," Losal took a step forward, his hands were in tight fists. "make my day! We adhere to our Mistress and Temporary Master, not the likes of you."
"Take Angel and leave." ShaamVile said, he had reached over and grabbed his son's arm. "I don't want to see the likes of any of you Goblins for the rest of the day."
Angel woke up twenty minutes later, she found that Homsi was lying right beside her and was moaning. She rolled over, looked at the Goblin then placed her hand over her mouth to suppress the cry of shock from coming out. Homsi had been hurt badly, it looked as if he had been hit twice. He was sans his tuxedo and was lying on the bed practically naked except for a pair of black briefs. He had a bag of ice on his stomach, which was as black as the word, and another bag was between his legs. Homsi turned his head at her once, winced then rolled over to his side. Angel was wondering what had happened, she couldn't much remember anything after heading into the nursery to tend her son's. Lisa was over in the far corner of the room, her cheek was red so it was obvious that she had been slapped by one of the walking about Goblins. Eldass walked over to Homsi, checked him then left him be when Homsi shook his head, he then went over and checked on Angel. He picked her up off of the bed and placed her on a long, dark red fainting couch which had not been in the room before she had left it. Just as he turned around after placing her on the fainting couch Angel remembered what had happened. Angel rushed past Eldass, dropped to her knees then reached under the mattress for the small bag that she had that had her books and swords in it. She tore it out then went to the bathroom just before Eldass could escort her back to the couch. Lisa ran in after her, Angel closed the door behind her and locked it.
"What in the world happened?" Lisa asked. "You screamed, them Goblins ran out of the room then came back in with you and that other Goblin."
"You were hit?" Angel asked.
"Hell yeah, I ran in to see how you was and that... white-haired guy back-handed me!" Lisa exclaimed. "Right after that white-haired Goblin put you on the bed he went over and began undressing that other guy."
"I encountered my worst fear downstairs, my great-great grandfather's uncle."
"Is he that bad?" Lisa asked.
"He's a fuckin' Zombie!" Angel exclaimed. "Oh God, Lisa! A Zombie! All flesh and and and..."
"Please, reframe." Lisa placed her hand on Angel's shoulder, she understood well. If she'd of seen the man she'd of dropped dead of shock instead of just fainted. "Who hurt the Goblin? Them guys did that teleporting thing and came back with a cooler of ice. That guy refuses to leave your side, they tried to get him to go to the hospital but he'd hear none of it."
"Good question, all I know is that when I was feeding Bile, Homsi began acting up. He began growling, lunging then I heard the sound of a fight before he flew across the open doorway." Angel replied.
"What are you doing?" Lisa asked when Angel took out her old and new copy of The Chronicle of the Surfeit books.
"Looking up that guy..." Angel swallowed hard. "th-that terrifyingly... terrifying guuuuyuh."
Lisa yelled out in shock when Angel got to the section that had been written on TrobrencusVile Surfeit, the man looked just as terrifying to her as he was to Angel who shoved the book away and huddled in a corner in the bathroom near the bathtub. TrobrencusVile was just like Angel had said he was, a true-blue Zombie. The left side of his face was light blue while the right was a creamy color, he had no ears and the irises in his eyes were red while the sclera around them and the pupils were white. There was red running and dripping from under the eyes which looked either like real blood or was a part of his facial coloring, several red, flaky patches of flesh that looked as if they were drooping on his face and his lower lip drooped and looked shredded. He had scruffy, dark purple hair on his head, it was nice and trim, cut nicely in the front but in the back there was a single, braided strand that fell down past his collar-bone that had a dark purple bow on the end. The man was wearing a dark purple tuxedo in the photograph and had a woman next to him of which the caption underneath of him said was Bahne Botzol and was his wife. The man was big, maybe not as big as ShaamVile but big in muscle and he had large and thickly muscled arms. Lisa closed the book, slid it forward then went and sat in a vacant corner. Angel was banging her head back against the wall.
"I wanna go home." Lisa whimpered. "I wanna go home! I wanna go home! I WANNA GO HOME!"
"I know you do, so do I." Angel wrapped her arms around herself, Lisa detected that her face was wet from her fear-enduced tears.
"Then take me home!" Lisa shouted. "Enough of this I'm not able to shit! You can if you can bring them books here."
"I cannot teleport anywhere." Angel said. "When the physical body has endured quite a bit of injury and after a long fight, no one can. You have to be in full health and be in full, physical condition to do so."
"Bullshit!" Lisa yelled. "You're lying! You have them damn books here, how'd you get them here? Space Express?"
"Spell," Angel replied. "you can be as injured or as down physically wise as can be and still be able to do spells."
"Bullshit! You're just as bad as them Goblins and that alien man!" Lisa shrieked. "You're making me stay here because of your fear of them. I want to go home and now!"
"I can't and I am not. I can't even make a flicker of flame on my finger much less teleport."
"I WANT TO GO HOME! SEND ME HOME RIGHT NOW YOU WHORE!"
"FUCK YOU YOU IVY LEAGUE TIGHT ASS SKANK!" Angel screamed back, she got up from the corner she was huddled in and ran at Lisa. She grabbed Lisa by her shoulders, yanked her up then slammed her into the wall twice.
It had been TrobrencusVile who had hit Homsi, Angel had found that out when she had asked her grandfather when he had come in to check on her. TrobrencusVile, who either went by Trobrencus or Trob, carried around at all times a cane that was black and had a chrome wolf handle that curved around and bit the stick. KurukVile chided her for her actions, for acting fearful of his great-great uncle and then fainting afterwards, then he left the room. Homsi's stomach felt better after an hour, Angel helped as much as she could by just sitting and talking to the Goblin man which he appreciated greatly. Angel had Eldass head to Moas for a heated blanket for the man and that also helped matters. After two hours, Homsi was able to sit up. A scan-over with a device that Eldass called a Sca-Ver2, a scanning machine that had a prong on the end which, when activated, made a box of blue appear between the prongs, showed that Homsi had no internal injuries and that made everyone sigh in relief. Angel walked off so that Eldass could run the device between Homsi's legs to check if he was alright there, TrobrencusVile had swung his cane up just as Homsi had lunged at him that final time and had caught the Goblin a good, hard blow which had made the Goblin double over, he had been sent sailing back by another swing of the cane. Angel asked for Homsi's video player which was brought over along with six videos, she placed the device on her lap and inserted a disc into the slot, the film that Homsi wanted to watch was one called Them! which had been released in 1954 and was about a bunch of ants that had been mutated to giant sizes due to irradiation from the first atomic bomb test near Alamagordo, New Mexico that were terrorizing a town.
"What other films were brought over?" he asked when Them! ended.
"Uhhh... Anaconda..." Angel started looking at the spines of the videos, they were the newly released, barely known, DVDs which she hadn't even known were in existence before now. "Alligator, Night of the Lepus, Bram Stoker's Dracula and The Birds."
"Hmmmm, which one would you suggest?" Homsi asked.
"Honestly, all are good but I'd save Bram Stoker's Dracula for a later time." Angel replied. "Why not start with Night of the Lepus?"
"Slip it in, My Mistress."
Homsi seemed to be a man who liked the classic horror films, he enjoyed Night of the Lepus quite a lot. He particularly like the part about the giant rabbits crossing the train tracks which were rigged up. He wasn't very fond of the movie Alligator though, which was about an alligator that had been flushed down a toilet and had grown to become a giant in the sewers or Anaconda, fo the matter which was about giant Anaconda's that resided in and around the little explored Amazon River in South America. The Birds, now he liked that film, he slid over a little closer to Angel to see it better and when it was done he slid back to his side of the bed. In all, his movie watching ran on for six hours and twenty minutes and by that time Angel had grown tired of watching movies. She excused herself after he had watched the last film and decided that she did need to go downstairs to see her children, it had been a good, long eight hours since she had last seem them. Losal escorted her downstairs, Lisa stayed in the bathroom far away from the Goblins. Angel, when she entered the nursery, stopped dead in her tracks. The terrifying, Zombie-man TrobrencusVile stood talking with her great-great grandfather with Bile held in his arms. He was wearing a suit akin to a medieval knights, it was all black with a dark gray mesh bottom and had a dark red and green splayed out dragon's hand on the front, he even had a mesh hood on the outfit. There was a black belt around his waist from which his cane hung from and he was wearing black boots.
"Ah, the shaky one decides to come in for a visit with her offspring after so long." Trobrencus said. "Your granny had to tend to your little ones, shame on you, girl. These your kids, not hers. She has her own to tend to, she don't need to be tending and raising yours."
"If you wouldn't have swung your cane at Homsi I'd of been down here more." Angel replied shakily.
"Don't give me that, now." Trobrencus said. "He's a servant and likewise, when he misbehaves he will be disciplined. He lunged, he acted hostile, I reprimanded him. Simple as that."
"You're a monster." Angel said, she forced herself to walk up to the man.
"Thank you, I'm flattered."
"I thought I said I didn't want to see the likes of them Goblins for the rest of the day." ShaamVile said when he saw Losal peaking around the door frame. "Dismiss him!"
"Losal, head to the stairwell and remain there." Angel said over her shoulder, Losal did as he was told but reluctantly. He did not like TrobrencusVile at all.
"Supper will be served in an hour, you best be there Lass." ShaamVile said as he exited the room. "Do not bring them damn Goblins with you when you come."
"They might not like that."
"I don't give a rats ass, you show up like you're suppose to and without them. We're your family, get use to it. You don't need them guarding or protecting you." ShaamVile said, he then exited the room leaving Angel with his uncle.
Angel forced herself to go forward to retrieve her son from the man that's physical appearance had created a near paralyzing fear on her. The man proved to be the most unliked in the fortress home of her grandparents rather quickly. Rito had a stench to him that made her nose curl up, TrobrencusVile had two smells to him that enter-twined and nearly suffocated her and it was effecting both of her son's as well. Despite the cleanliness smell that he had, he also smelled of death and decay, the smell of rotten flesh rolled off of him despite him having recently showered and having a vanilla-like smell. When Angel took her son from the man she turned sideways, her eye was trained on him, she kept him in her sights due to her great distrust of the man. The man stayed quiet as she changed Bile's and Lhaklar's diapers, fed and then burped them then placed them back in their crib. He only spoke when after she began playing with them. He obviously didn't like an infants cries of joy when a teddy bear was being waggled above them while their parent made funny faces.
"Must you do that? Not appropriate actions for a mother to be doing with her child." he said.
"I'm playing with them, how is that inappropriate?"
"The stupid faces is inappropriate." TrobrencusVile said. "They'll see the faces and see them as okay to use. They'll use them faces then get face-frozen in them."
"That's an old wives myth, you can't get your face stuck by making funny faces." Angel rolled her eyes, even she had been told this when she had been a child and her face had never become stuck after making a funny face or after sticking her tongue out, which she had done often behind Bathilda's back.
"You should tell them Goblins of yours to be better behaved." TrobrencusVile said, he took from his belt his cane. "I'm very useful with this thing and have no qualms with disciplining staff that is not my own."
"You have no right in disciplining any staff!" Angel spat. "Homsi was acting as he should."
"As he should? You let your staff lunge at others when there is no reason for lunging? You let them act disorderly?" TrobrencusVile asked, the corner of his mouth curled up in a sick grin, Angel saw that he had rotten and rotting yellow and black teeth.
"No, Tazir don't allow for that and the Goblins don't act disorderly. They're very polite and orderly."
"Really? Following you around like shadows, lunging at family members, acting aggressive towards family members, disobeying orders..."
"They have a loyalty towards me and Tazir." Angel said.
"I never did like that about Goblins,"TrobrencusVile said. "I'm all for loyalty, don't get me wrong, but Goblin loyalty is wrong on all accounts." when Angel said nothing he began to walk out of the room, he stopped just before the doorway. "By the way, I am aware that your husbands are not here and that one is the true employer of the Goblins who follow you. I am sure that he will not be happy in the least as to their continued disrespect in this house towards members."
"Tazir will probably be happy to know that they are sticking around." Angel replied.
"See you at dinner in an hour, my wife and children look forward to meeting you." TrobrencusVile said then he left the room.
When Angel and Losal returned to her assigned chamber on the fourth level she found Eldass seated in his chair tapping away on his cellular phone. Angel figured that he was sending TazirVile a message on the recent events, meaning Homsi being assaulted by TrobrencusVile. She went over to Homsi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, he had put on his brown tuxedo pants, brown socks and shoes but was still without his shirt, vest and jacket. She was not surprised that he had gotten sick during her absence, he'd probably be getting sick a few times more before his stomach settled. Losal went and sat in his chair, he said not a word and the atmosphere in the room was not good. It was very low, very glum. Angel wished that the Goblins would head to their residences and stay there, after what TrobrencusVile had done to Homsi, who had merely been protecting her, made her feel that they, as well and she, Lisa and her son's, were not safe. Angel patted Homsi on the shoulder then went over and stood by the foot of the bed, at that time Eldass snapped the top half of his cellular down.
"After what just happened with Homsi, I do wish you three would head to your homes." Angel said, all three Goblins looked at her slowly, she could see it in their faces that they were not in agreeance with her. "You're not safe h-..."
"Mistress, I apologize for cutting you off but we're steadfast in remaining." Eldass said. "You are not safe here either, nor are Young Master's Bile and Lhaklar. We leave when you and your son's leave."
"I'm afraid that one of you will be beat so bad that you won't be able to wake up." Angel said, her chest was heavy with concern.
"My Mistress," Losal got up from his chair, walked across the room then took her hands in his. "I was a fifth belt champ in boxing when I attended Pronghorn,"
"We've all had training in protecting you and Master Tazir, we can and will fight to protect both you, our master, you're son's and his daughter if we have to." Eldass said.
"You needn't worry about any of us." Homsi spoke up. "I can take a beating and keep on ticking, always have and always have. No cane will fell me nor will hands or legs or powers."
"You three serious? You're still rem-..." all three Goblins nodded their heads. "I have a bad feeling here that soon teleporting will be unable to do so if you three are truly serious you need to quickly head home and get a few changes of clothing and whatever else you need. Medications etcetera."
"My Mistress, we are way ahead of you." Eldass smiled. "We have enough here to get us through for a week and a half."
"Very nice of you to be so concerned for us, Mistress." Losal patted Angel's arm then released her hand. "We appreciate that, we truly do."
Now that Angel's concern was out and that the Goblins had confirmed that they did have items that would keep them going for a week, each had gone back to their residences the morning before and had stuffed one duffel bag full of work day clothing, neither had any medical problems which required medications to take, before returning. The duffel bags, one per Goblin, had been placed under the bed far back so that they couldn't be seen and each Goblin had their personal cellular to contact their families with so they were good to go. Angel encountered a problem when she said that it was just her and Lisa that were going down for supper and that ShaamVile did not want them attending supper with them. Eldass had asked Angel to remain upstairs with them, Homsi had insisted on it in a very concern-filled voice and Losal had, again, grabbed her hands and had begged her to remain up where it was safe. Angel said that she couldn't, she was required downstairs and she said that she was afraid that if she did not attend supper that they, she, her son's and Lisa would be harmed. It took quite a lot of convincing but the Goblins decided to go by her order to remain upstairs in her assigned chamber.
"My Mistress," Eldass said just before she exited her assigned chamber with Lisa for supper. "take this," he handed her an earpiece that was very small and black. "I would be much more comfortable is you did."
"I take it that you'll be listening into any and all conversations through this." Angel said as she took the earpiece and stuck it in her ear.
"Yes, My Mistress." Eldass replied.
"No matter what happens downstairs, stay up here." Angel said. "That's an order, not my asking."
"We will adhere to your order, My Mistress." Eldass bowed.
Lisa ate supper with her head down, she refused to lift it up as the Zombie-man known as TrobrencusVile Surfeit sat right across from her and just like her friend, she was terrified of the man. ShaamVile placed his hand on her knee several times and she'd swat it off which would make him chuckle before he'd head back to his meal which was of baked bugs, a large, roasted snake that had cooked vegetables and fruit all around it, a bowl of fluffy red stuff which, when he plopped it on his plate looked like really spicy mashed potatoes and quite a lot of meats that had living maggots, worms and flies cooked inside. Angel spent a majority of her time at the table conversing with her grandfather, great-grandfather, TrobrencusVile and Dara Dara, if she looked at TrobrencusVile it was just a quick glance. She was surprised at how pretty his wife was. Bahne Botzol stood about five foot five inches tall, had long creamy colored hair and bright, fully blue eyes on a face that was heart-shaped. She had an hour-glass figure with her breasts being large and her hips being slightly smaller. She was wearing a full green dress and green heels. Her and TrobrencusVile's two adult daughter's were identical except that one, DananVile, had her father's eyes. TrivitVile looked strange, he had a Zombie-ish face complete with facial coloring under his eyes that were a puke-yellow that imitated puss and red fleck-like patches on his cheeks, neck and arms. Other than that, he looked like his mother, had a heart-shaped head, cream-colored hair which he had grown out long and the left side of his face was red while the right was purple. BohirVile, who was six hundred and three years old, and FleebeVile, who was four hundred and fifteen years old, near so to their older brother except both children had red and purple flecked patches of flesh on their cheeks, forehead and neck and had imitation black blood patched under their eyes.
"You have a mighty good swing on you," KurukVile was saying to TrobrencusVile. "sent that Goblin sailing."
"Just have to know how and when to strike and when it comes to a Goblin, the sooner the better." TrobrencusVile replied. "Your granddaughter told me earlier that the Goblins that follow her around are staff of your brother is that true?"
"They are but at current they are in keep of Cheshire and my granddaughter." KurukVile replied.
"Then the male should take charge and send them out." TrobrencusVile said. "Who is Cheshire again? Is he a relative of mine?"
"The monocled one near the end of the table." KurukVile said. "He is not related to any of us."
"Then he shall also be thrown out, who are the ones with him?" TrobrencusVile looked down the table, he scowled at Cheshire who simply stayed quiet but Angel detected a vibe between the two men. A sort of make my day vibe.
"The woman beside him is his wife and my brother's mother while the two mature males and two immature male and female are their son's and daughter."
"And the one with jet-black hair on the other side of the man you call Cheshire?"
"That would be my half-sister and my brother's full sister, QeetaVile." KurukVile replied.
"Pardon me, Young Man," Ashaklar spoke up from down the table. "you speak of us as if we're expendable and let me tell you something. We are not. By being your father's second wife I am considered your stepmother and the same goes for Cheshire."
"My special boy is not related to any of you." Cyla spat. "The only one you have relation to at this table is Qeeta, except for her none of you should be here."
"How horrid that your brother gave a man of no relation the key to his employers. A most, might I say, disturbed and stupid decision on his part." TrobrencusVile said.
"Yes it i-..."
"I happen to be his stepfather, his decision was based off of that and the fact that I and he happen to be close." Cheshire cut KurukVile off.
"Closer than that of his own father?" TrobrencusVile asked, he acted as if Cheshire's speaking was offensive. "My dear man, you must be mistaken as no step-parent can be that close to the child not of theirs."
"Tazir happens to be having issues with me which I will have put to bed while here." DuruVile said. "I'll have him stolen from Cheshire's circle in no time."
Conversation changed, the Surfeit men spoke of sports for a short while while the women spoke of more female activities, Lisa slapped ShaamVile's hand off of her knee twice more before she grabbed it and threw it off. Dara Dara again chided Angel on her brother's back being broken and of allowing herself to be stolen from him, breaking his heart and corrupting his controlled mind then she started in on Angel letting Homsi hold Bile and Lhaklar. Angel took it in stride, she let Dara Dara talk and let her words run from one ear out the other. Irka also got on Angel for the handing off of her son's to an unrelated male, meaning both Homsi and Cheshire, she rambled on and on about it for five minutes then changed it up slightly to her having to tend to Bile and Lhaklar after TrobrencusVile had struck Homsi. Angel was getting particularly tired of hearing it all at that time, placed her fork down then began talking strongly back.
"You speak as if I abandoned my kids and I did not, I had something in which to claim me that I needed to take care of." Angel said. "Had that man across the table not of struck Homsi I would have tended my children in them eight hours."
"We headed into another of them talks, missy?" TrobrencusVile asked. "That Goblin is a mere servant and like all, when he misbehaves he deserves discipline and he got that from me."
"Very well said, Uncle Trob." ShaamVile spoke up. "Angel, servants are suppose to be obedient at all times and them Goblins are just not. What my uncle did was showing that Goblin who was boss."
"He has no right in striking a Goblin not in his service." Angel said. "The same with any other staff not employed by him."
"Enough, Angel." KurukVile rubbed his forehead with his fingertips then sighed. "They'll soon been ridden of anyways." KurukVile stood up, he sat at the head of his table and when he stood everyone looked at him, everyone but Angel and Lisa that was. "I have performed a spell forty-five minutes ago which will prevent anyone who teleports out from appearing back in my residence. We're all here for a job, a chore if you will in gaining an understanding from Angel as to who we are, which is family. We are her family, she will learn that while staying here."
"You basically just said that everyone here is trapped until you say so." Angel said.
"You just said the very words I was about to say!" Cheshire had to be held down by his wife, he was about to stand up but she had his arm.
"My oldest son and younger brother, when they get here, will be told that as well." KurukVile seemed to of dared Cheshire to stand, he stood glaring at the man. "Tazir will be in Angel's chamber with her while my oldest son, her father, will have room seven which is directly across the hall from them."
"That is too close for my own comfort, Grandfather." Angel glared out at her grandfather fiercely.
"That's just too damn bad, you're going to learn how to show him the respect and love that he deserves." KurukVile said. "Both as a father and as your husband."
"That is disgusting! I will never..."
"You will, you'll learn to this time and you'll learn it good while being in my house." KurukVile cut Angel off. "Until then, everyone get comfortable. Oh, and Angel. Tomorrow you, I, my father and Trob will be headed to Triskull's residence. Best you get good rest tonight in preparation for it."
"And why, may I be permitted to ask, am I chosen to go on such an outing?" Angel asked.
"To watch us as we heal my son, your uncle." KurukVile replied, he sat down, pulled his chair up to the table then grabbed his fork. "Triskull will arrive here tomorrow, your watching us heal him will teach you a lesson to not harm any child of mine again."
"I can't wait!" Dara Dara exclaimed. "I miss Trisky!"
"As do we all, my dreaded daughter." KurukVile smiled at his only daughter.
"I think I've heard enough." Angel pushed herself from the table, got up and began walking away. Lisa ran up quickly behind her.
"And don't worry about your friend," KurukVile called behind her. "she will be nicely tended to while you are away."
"By me." ShaamVile said, everyone at the table laughed except for Cheshire and his family who remained quiet.
Angel made one stop while heading back up to her assigned chamber and that was to check on her son's. She fed them some baby food, cleaned them up some then put them down for the rest of the night then she and Lisa went up to the chamber that they had been in for almost a week. Lisa was very distressed, she did not want to spend any time with ShaamVile and Angel felt dread over the next morning. She was sure of what would happen and she couldn't do a damn thing to stop it. She couldn't teleport her friend out of the building, she couldn't make any potions so that she would become her friend in physical appearance while her friend would become her in physical appearance and she couldn't do her powers. She and Lisa were stuck. Lisa stuck close to Angel, she viewed Angel as her life-line. Just before Angel could touch the doorknob they heard a loud psst and turned around. A goat-like maid that had brown and white fur, brown freckle-like patterns running down her neck, long, brown hair on her head and graceful-looking gray horns that swept back and then around her floppy, white ears twice that was wearing a dark gray dress with a light gray apron over the front motioned for Angel to come over to her. Angel told Lisa to stay where she was and went to speak with the maid.
"I'm taking a risk in this," the maid said, she reached into the top of her dress and took out a white sheet that was tied up and looked as if it had something in it. "give this to your Goblins. It's food, I am not sure if my master will have them fed."
"Thank you." Angel said as she took the tied up sheeted bundle.
"Just so you know, Shaam is right persistent." the maid said, she looked over her shoulder once after saying this. "I was working downstairs when he came up to me. He is gentle, but he will get what he wants."
"My friend wants nothing to do with him." Angel said.
"He wants her bad, we don't blame your friend, if we were in her shoes we'd do the same as she." the maid replied. "Our master has given him full roam with us females, he doesn't mess with the married though. My sister works here, he came up to her and when he found out that she was married he backed off."
"Is that so..." Angel started thinking of what the maid had just said. "is it just he doesn't mess with the married or with any female who isn't paired up with someone?"
"Several of us wondered that earlier." the maid replied, she glanced over her shoulder twice before going on. "Baizia, another of my sister's, found that out for us. He won't and he won't mess with females who are not orientation straight, found that out when he went for Teraiga an hour before dinner was served."
"Thank you, keep your heads up." Angel said.
"Thank you, we will."
Eldass, who had been listening into not only the talk around the dinner table downstairs but also the conversation Angel had had with the goat-like maid, plucked his earphones out from his ears as soon as Angel and Lisa were back in the room. Angel gave him the sheeted bundle then went over and sat on the bed. The Goblins ate what was in the bundle quickly then saved some for the morning after, they slid the remains in the sheeted bundle under the bed then went and sat by the wall, all except for Homsi that was. Homsi went and lied down on the fainting couch, he was still sans his shirt, vest and tuxedo jacket and looked drained. Angel whispered out a spell and a burlap bag formed right under the couch that he was lying on, she went and retrieved it, placed her hand on Homsi's shoulder, asked him if he was alright which he said he was, then she went into the bathroom. Eldass came in after her shortly after, he just had time to see her stuffing two burlap bags into the bathroom's sink cabinet. Angel, when she saw him, placed her finger to her lips, he nodded his head then walked over to her.
"Master Tazir read our last message, I'll be sending him a new one here shortly." he whispered in her ear. "Anything specific you want me to message him of?"
"Just what you overheard." Angel replied. "Was he messaged of what happened to Homsi?"
"Yes Mistress," Eldass said. "the last message was of that occurrence."
"I'll be headed to Triskull's place tomorrow bright and early," Angel said. "you're all to remain in this room until I get back."
"We will adhere to your order, My Mistress." Eldass bowed deeply.
"Have any potions on you?" Angel asked. "Physical changing or..."
"No," Eldass shook his head.
"Would you tell me if you did?" Eldass' quiet answered her question, they wouldn't. "Get a good nights sleep, Eldass. Tomorrow will be one of them days."
The next morning started very early for Angel, normally her inner clock would wake her up at eight but her shoulder was shook at six. Her grandfather had been the one to wake her, although it took her a short while to wake up she took in his outfit. He had a single brown leather shoulder wrap that had a gray furred edging over a light brown tunic, a large, brown leather belt was around the tunic that had gray furred edging, brown leather wrist guards that had light gray furred edging and brown boots on which had no fur on them at all. Eldass, who had slept uneasily, watched as Angel woke up Lisa then led her out of the room. Angel led her friend down to the dining room where a small breakfast was served before she was told to take Lisa upstairs. Before she had she had noticed that her grandfather had taken a brown cape down from a hook that had a light gray furred collar. By the time that Angel and Lisa were on level two, which had ShaamVile's assigned chamber on it, Lisa was fully away and was shivering in fear.
"Have strength," Angel said to her friend, they were standing in front of her great-great grandfather's door. "remember, what goes around comes around..."
"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-scaaaaared, Angel." Lisa trembled in fear.
"I know you are," Angel said, it was all she could say, she was scared for her friend as well as angered at the situation she was being shoved into. "I know you are, my friend."
KurukVile drove to his son's residence, a small cottage home that her grandfather said was located in Vershol District which was four districts, or counties in Earth-talk, from the one he and his wife lived in. KurukVile drove one awesome vehicle, it was a very dark burgundy in color, had a dark red interior, three rows of seating which made for seating for eight, and four exhausts in the back. It sat up on big tires which made the car look like it was on hydraulics and there was a part in the hood that was clear so that the engine could be seen, the steering wear was chrome and like a wagon's wheel, it was small and looked funny in his grandfather's hands. The drive over to the Vershol District was a long, quiet one, her grandfather didn't turn on the radio and there was no talking, Angel wouldn't have participated anyways because she was petrified to silence. Her grandfather had asked TrobrencusVile to sit next to her, so that she would get use to him, while his father sat up front with his father. Angel took in none of the landscape around her, she just stared down at her folded hands, she had folded them so not to show anyone in the care how much they were shaking. She remembered the first, and until that very moment the only, time she had been in a vehicle with her grandfather. She had been captured on Deocomos, she had been two weeks pregnant with her first child by her father. She had thrashed around, kicked her legs and really made a scene to get loose. Atlas had helped her out of that mess, she had aborted her first child by her father soon after then on her return to Earth she had found herself being forced into being a member of Atlas' harem. Angel hoped that Atlas and his family were alright, she remembered teleporting him away after her great-great grandfather had made his rock walled crater but she couldn't remember if he had gone off with his family or had been standing by the crater, trying to get in. She hoped deep inside that he'd get help, possibly even get Dione to come get her and Lisa or something. Angel found herself missing Atlas, she had been interrupted from enjoying a moment with him by the Goblins before she had been captured, she missed hearing him talk, feeling his touch and having him around her.
"Here we are," KurukVile said three hours later.
"Lives modestly, like that." DuruVile said as he took in his grandson's residence.
"He's a good boy, always was." KurukVile smiled. "Wait until you see the inside, he's one big for hunting and fishing."
"Are those reporters?" TrobrencusVile asked, he pointed at the three beings standing by the hedge fence that ran around Triskull's cottage.
"Wouldn't be surprised if they were, I come here quite a lot and there usually are four or five milling around." KurukVile sighed, he then turned around and looked at Angel. "If they are, lets see if you can redeem yourself."
They were, all three of the lizard-like men that stood just outside of her uncle's hedge fenced yard were reporters and all, when they saw KurukVile get out of the vehicle he had driven over, ran over. When Angel, DuruVule and TrobrencusVile got out they began snapping photographs and asking their questions. How is she doing, is she adapting to life on the planet, how are her son's, how old is she, how old are her son's, has she tried to escape again, is she pregnant when will she be pregnant again, will her surname be changed from Vile to Surfeit or will it go to Vile-Surfeit or will it remain... Angel slid over between her grandfather and great-grandfather, using them as a sort of shield from the reporters. Her grandfather didn't answer any of the questions, nor did her great-grandfather or TrobrencusVile, who was walking behind Angel. The photograph that would be shown all around the universe, that Master Vile and TazirVile both would see and have different opinions of, one thinking that she was learning and the other thinking that she looked terrified, was of Angel walking between her grandfather and great-grandfather with TrobrencusVile behind her just barely out of frame and it showed every bit of Angel's gravely fearful and concerned face. Triskull's cottage home was made of gray and red brick, it had two windows in the front with a third up above on the second level. A green hedge ran around the cottage, a dark gray path led through a small opening. Green grasses with a few round areas where blue and yellow flowers grew was what the yard looked like, very basic. Angel, once she was inside the residence, sighed in relief. She was inside now and besides the terrifying TrobrencusVile that pushed her slightly to move by, she was fine. KurukVile took her quickly upstairs to the second level, she had no chance to look around and in her mental state the way it was, she wouldn't have anyways.
"How bad was he hurt?" TrobrencusVile asked KurukVile.
"Bad, his back was broke in three places." KurukVile replied.
"What! Shaam had his back broke once but not in that fashion! How the hell did that happen?"
"This girl here was on a pipe, crawling across it. The pipe couldn't take her weight and fell right on my son." KurukVile pushed Angel forward towards a brown oak door that had a TS on it, she guessed it was Triskull's bedroom from the initials. "Ran off without worry."
"Shame on you girl!"
"She'll apologize now," KurukVile opened the door then shoved Angel inside roughly. His father and TrobrencusVile followed behind her then KurukVile walked in. He closed the door behind him then went over to his son.
The fact that Triskull was in a full body sling, his face pointed down at the floor with a styrofoam neck guard around his neck to keep it straight, did not go past Angel. That was all she saw, her uncle lying on his bed, in a full body sling. KurukVile went to his son, knelt down and spoke to him then stood up. He motioned for his father to come forward and they began their session, all the while TrobrencusVile stood at Angel's side, he'd of forced Angel to watch had she of refused but she was all eyes on her grandfather and great-grandfather as they worked. KurukVile used his Fire Healing ability while DuruVile used a combination fire, water and air healing ability which looked above cool to Angel. They started slow, working their strands of fire, or combination fire, water and air in DuruVile's case, back and forth over Triskull's back then began moving their arms more erratically, in and out, to the sides then rolling them towards them. The fire and combination healing strands rolled around Triskull for all of five minutes, each strand going from red, or blue or clear in the air strand's case, to darker colors. When each strand was clear and both men were going so fast that their arms were not able to be seen Triskull moved his arms. Just before KurukVile let his Fire Healing strand sizzle out Triskull moved his legs back then tried to get up. A nurse ran in quickly, ran a scanner over his back then nodded her head. She then unhooked Triskull from the full body sling, he stood shakily for a second then walked around for a full turn of his bedroom before coming to a stop before Angel.
"You won't be able to work out any for a short while yet," KurukVile said, he had walked up to his middle son's side. "but your back's fully healed."
"Thank you," Triskull said. "thank you, I don't think I could have stood another day in that damn bed."
"Lets not say that to your mother now." KurukVile chuckled. "The car's outside but before we head out to it," KurukVile looked down at Angel, his face grew hard then he lunged down and grabbed her up. "apologize, Girl!"
Had it of just been her grandfather and Triskull in the room she would have fought before saying she was sorry, in truth she was, she had not meant for her uncle's back to break in three places or at all for that matter, but since TrobrencusVile and the nurse, a goat-like woman with black hair growing from the top of her head and black fur all over her body with cloven hooves for hands, were in the room she choked it out shakily. After her grandfather shook her twice then said for her to apologize, when she had choked out her first apologee it had come out both shaky and barely audible. Angel's second apologee was louder, Triskull heard it as did everyone in the room. Angel then took in the room, it became very clear to her that her uncle was a big fan of hunting and was a big outdoorsman. His bed had a hand-peeled eastern red cedar frame and base and headboard, the mattress had multi-brown sheets and a dark brown blanket on it and the pillows were all encased in either dark brown or multi-gray fur pillow cases that had a TS sewn in the top. There was a hand-peeled eastern red bookcase, dresser and bed side table in the room, a lamp that had a log for a base was on the bed side table and there was an iron clock next to it. There was a skin on the hard wood floor that had a head on it that looked like a bears only it had tusks. A bulls rack was mounted above the headboard, a deer-like headbust was mounted up against the wall on the left side of the wall and there was a hand-carved bear-like creature statue near the door that was standing up on its back legs. Triskull packed quickly, his father insisted on his son letting him carry his suitcase and duffel bag, then he whistled. Triskull had two dogs, both of which reminded Angel of Belgian Shepherd's. One was medium-height, standing about twenty-six inches at the shoulder, while the other looked to be a puppy, both were male. The one that looked younger, that looked as if he was only ten to twelve weeks old, at most, had multi-gray fur, a mane of dark gray and light gray around his eyes while the older dog had a thick, double coat that was mahogany with varying degrees of black overlaying including a black mask. Both dogs had thin chains with dark red tags on them around their necks. DuruVile shoved Angel out of the room, down the hallway, down the stairs then to the front door. KurukVile and TrobrencusVile followed slowly behind them, they kept Triskull at a slow walk even though he insisted that he was fine and could walk a bit faster than the pace they were keeping him at, when they caught up DuruVile opened the door and led everyone out. The photographers snapped a few photographs, they again snapped a photograph of Angel looking terrified and they asked their questions which went unanswered as DuruVile led the group to his son's vehicle. KurukVile slid his son's suitcase and duffel bag into the trunk then helped his son into the row of seats behind Angel and TrobrencusVile, Triskull's dogs jumped in and sat on either side of Triskull then KurukVile closed the door. He got in after his father closed his door, started his vehicle up then began the drive back to his place. DuruVile, once they were out of his grandson's driveway, turned around and looked at Angel.
"I do think she needs a round of applause," he said. "acted better than I expected. Especially with the reporters."
"You did well, Girl." KurukVile said. "Keep it up."
"Where's my older brother nowadays?" Triskull asked. "How's baby bro?"
"Baruk is doing rather well, he's on schedule." KurukVile replied. "Vile is on Brol, been there for a long while now."
"What in the universe could be keeping him so long, Father?" Triskull asked.
"We have no idea, we have no way in getting in contact with him." KurukVile replied. "We just guess he is still working on his case. He had two, one in kicking your uncle out of our birth galaxy and in seizing his monetary possessions and assets and the other on Angel and her firstborn."
"Probably did a repeal, pop." Triskull said. "He didn't win the first so he did a repeal in hopes to win the second."
"Quite possibly you are right." KurukVile said.
"Smart boy," TrobrencusVile said, he turned around then stuck his hand over the back of his and Angel's seat. "TrobrencusVile Surfeit, I'm your great-grandfather's uncle."
"My great-great uncle?" Triskull shook TrobrencusVile's hand hard. "Nice to meet you, use to be the youngest son of my father before Baruk was born."
"You can call me Trob. You have a good, strong shake on you." TrobrencusVile said. "This creature here," TrobrencusVile plopped his hand on Angel's shoulder, she jumped, looked down at his hand then looked down at her folded hands. "did a number on you, it seems."
"I'll get over it, she lopped my arm and horn off once as well." Triskull said, he then ran his hands over his horns. "All back in order thanks to my very powerful daddy."
"You take after my brother, Raal, with them horns." TrobrencusVile said. "Although yours are less menacing."
"You hear that pop? No need for a DNA test." Triskull joked.
"Oh you hush." KurukVile looked over his shoulder once then looked back at the road, he continued driving. "There was never a doubt in my mind or heart as to your parentage my dreaded son."