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In the Holborn District, an hour or so after the breakout.
3rd POV
As the car come to a stop, it didn't even take half a second before crumbling to bits. The wheels popped, the doors fell to the ground, and hood shot up revealing a burning mess of an engine. The passengers leave the ruins car and huffed it from there. Caspar and FEB walked behind Winston and Blake. He was asking many questions about the strange and wonderous technology that Blake had. Siting how his time on the front and his friendship with H.G Wells gave him an near fanatical interest in scientific discoveries. Had the British Empire held such magnificent technology such as a mobile and pocket size Telephone, camera, and map device surely the war would have drastically altered in their favor. Maybe even see the Gallipoli campaign succeeding. As he goes on the tirade of what this technology can be used, FEB spoke up.
"Cunts boys name the man can talk your ear off." FEB remarks in a sore and exhausted tone.
"Ja, I've met many Politicianz in my time. But none as vocal as him. Is he really British or just another Yank who can pass an Englishman?" Caspar asked as the four turn a corner.
"Tsk, you ain't wrong fritz. His mother is an American. Explains why he won't keep his yap shut." FEB said as he spots his son in-laws household. "(Sigh) Let's hope his mouth can get my no good for nothing son in law off my ass. I'm not drunk enough for him bickering about what happened to the car."
Caspar silently muses in agreement as the four stopped by the door, After a few moments FEB knocks on the door. After a few moments the doors opened. Out walks Kingsley with an exhausted look on his face. He looked out at the weary eyed group with a serious look on his face
"What have you done?" Author asked as he spots Winston among them.
"Saved a bloody politician, can we come in now?" FEB answer bluntly as he tried to walk past Author. He was barred by his son in law before entering. Author gave a serious look on his face as he stared down his father-in-law. After a few moments FEB let's out a sigh. "(Sigh) Fine you stubborn fool. We bust into the tower of London, knocked a few dozen guards' unconscious before outrunning all of the bobby's in a hair bream scheme similar to a cheap Froggie thief novel. Oh and the lass completely totaled your car. Now do you mind letting us in?"
FEB then made his way inside, pushing aside Author who had a mixture of shock and fury on his face. Casper followed behind, trying hard to hide from the stern look of the Englishman's face. Winston gave a lazy salute as he passes by, leaving Blake to enter last. Just before she entered Author blocked the way, directing all his fury at her.
"I don't know where my In-law dug you up, nor do I care for your technical humbugs. But I swear anymore damage to my property, career, or my son and I'll turn you all in. Am I clear, Belladonna?" Author said with a furious look on his face. Blake gives an unflinching but responsive nod before Author lets him in.
The group then gathers around the fireplace. Author had ordered his maid to retrieve some refreshments. Normally he wouldn't be sharing Champaign with his father-in-law, a German, and a wanted man. But after everything these three plus the nun whom is an anomaly and a nuisance to him, well a drink right about now sounds about right. As the four men discuss about what happened, Blake went up to her room to change. She has been wearing the same clothes for a while and after a near death encounter, she needed a change of clothes. Quickly removing her clothes, she removed her vail to show her Faunas ears. She rubbed and message them, trying to restore feeling when her eyes turned to the dresser. On it was a Telegram addressed to her. Curious she put aside her clothes and quickly read the letter. Despite the room being dark, her faunas eyes allowed her to see clearly what the telegram says.
-Dear Sister Belladonna [Stop]-
-At your request I have looked into those symbols as well as your hidden tome. I'm sad to say I cannot allow you to see this tome. By order of King William IV the book can only be accessed by those-whom the crown permits [Stop]-
-However those rune's I'd managed to translate, The Forgetful Flames of Abhartch. It seems Abhartch by Celtic mythology is a creature similar to Bram Stroker design. A vampire creature who was defeated by a sword made from a Yew Tree. [Stop]-
-I'm not sure where you found such translation, but I have found many references in book copies written by the late John Dee and his followers describing it. Take head Sister, his words carry wait in many inner circles. Not all pleasant. [Stop]-
-I hope this help, Mary Corkwood. Active Liberian of the House of Common-
Blake reread the message again, wanting to know more but only those three lines where the only thing she had. As she tried to wrap her head around this, her ears begin to flicker. Someone was at the door. Looking over she can see the tiniest of creaks in the door, a small eye looking through it. As soon as her eye made contact, a child gasp can be heard as the door slams shut. One thought went through her head at that moment, 'Shit'
She quickly tossed on some clothes, a slip-on dress and a black bow to cover he ears before quickly racing downstairs. By the time she got down there the kid was already speaking to everyone present at what he saw in the room. "She has cat ears, I swear I saw them! And her eyes she glows in the dark!"
"Joshua Kingsley have you been snooping on our guest!?" Author asked with more outrage than curiosity.
"Young man, there are certain societal rules. Snooping on women changing is one we must look down upon and for good reason." Winston said with a shroud look.
"Ja, I know Berliners who wouldn't stoop to this level. Least not without consequences." Caspar added.
"But Pa-pa! She had those cat ears!" Josh said as he points to Blakes bow. "Just look under her bow!"
"Joshua. Go to your room. I am furious with your grandfather I don't want to be furious with you!" Author snapped.
Josh opens his mouth but eventually shuts it. He knew nothing he could say could convince them otherwise. So begrudgingly he returns to his room. As he does, he gives Blake a small glair. Blake simply shrugs it off and is glad that the skepticism of the room helped conceived her real identity.
"I do apologies for my son's behavior." Author said to which Blake waves it off. She pulls out her notepad and begins writing something.
"It's fine. Winston do you recall your attacker in the mayors house?" Blake wrote before presenting.
"Um, vaguely. Much to my confounds me I can't recall anything." Winston said with a bit of self-anger in his tone.
"Well, tell us what you know half yank." FEB said as he leans back in his seat. "You did promise upon your release. Or was that another political promise?"
"Poppycock, Scotsmen. I am many things, but a hypocrite isn't one. I'd think a man of the cloth would recognize the power of the word. And how the right and honest ones could affect us all." Winston said with an irritated tone.
"Oh, please I haven't spoken kindly to that daft cunt for a long time. And I don't intend to use his fancy words to get my way." FEB said before taking a long gulp of his Champaign.
Winston was taken a bit back by those words. Referring to god as a cunt, they turn to Author who nonchalantly remarks, "He's been like this since my brother-in-law and my wife passed away. Blames everything on god."
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH." Winston said with Caspar joining in at the same time.
"I'd thought zhe was like all scotish-menz." Caspar added.
"Regardless, tell us what happened." Blake wrote before nearly shoving the paper in Winston's face as she sits beside him.
"Well… It's all a bit hazy but I'll try to recall." Winston said as the view pulls into the lamp post. The view pulls back revealing an alternate scene of what had happened at the lord mayors house. In a distorted alteration, the view shifts to Winston, having an argument with the disoriented face of the mayor.
"I was arguing with Charly… can't recall what but I think it had to do with the Irish, bickering about the north refusing to join the south. As the discussion got heated… A third person entered." Winston recalled as the flashback version argues with the mayor, just then a completely hazy figure emerged. Tall and lengthy. Unhealthily thin, the only thing he could recall about him is the haunting wide smile plastered upon his face.
"I can't recall his first name. Skinny, Skinner, Skin? Mr. Skin I believe was his last name." Winston narrates as the enigma started founding the statue. "Charly had him to help inspect that ghastly object. He wanted to know more about it for morbid curiosity reasons. The tall man… Mr. Skin, well he was a supposed expert. He begins playing with that damn thing and…"
Before Winston could finish his memory goes blank. He couldn't recall anything other then the jaw of the gargoyle opening. It all went dark. There is a scuffle and sound shattering glass, when scene returns it show's Winston racing out of the house with his wife. Perused by an unseen creature, lurking in the fire like a jellyfish of infernal. "I don't recall what happened next, I was racing out with my wife. Covered in blood. And a feeling of fear I had never felt in all my times on the western front. That is all I can recall."
The scene cuts from him and his wife, outside looking on at the house back to Kingsley's living room. Winston sipping from his Champaign glass as he rubs his arms. They were burned horribly and scaring left a nasty mark. After a few moments of silence, he continues. "I was arrested shortly after, the man's head was crushed in by a table leg and seeing I was covered in blood they blamed me for it. However, one detail I refuse to admit, was what I saw in the fire."
"Mr. Churchill, if you were concealing evidence. You have fragrantly faltered it's admission into evidence. Evidence that could possible saved you from the gallows." Author said with an annoyed tone seeing how his client wasn't forth coming.
"I have many enemies Mr. Kingsley. I refuse to let them call me mad in the trial. For if I came forth with the evidence then mad, they shall find me." Winston remarks before noting Blake writing something down.
"What was it you saw?" Blake wrote before presenting.
Winston remained quiet for a few moments before speaking. His tone had shifted to an uncomfortable shiver of dread and horror. The next few words that left his mouth had a profound effect on him. "A horrific fat jellyfish. Glowing with a horrible glow of fire. And Mr. Skin, standing beside it with that damnable grin upon his face as if the flames were a cool breeze."
The room goes quiet as Winston poured himself a new glass of Champaign. Leaving everyone to contemplate what exactly he said. A creature of flame and a man who was not reported there, standing among the flames without being scorched by the way Winston detailed it. After a few moments Blake puts a hand on his. Giving a comforting nod that Winston took up on. She then held up a note.
"I believe you… and I think I know what you saw." Blake wrote before handing Winston the Telegram.
She then stands up and begin writing fanatically as Winston reads the telegram. Upon completion she let's out a small tsk and a chuckle. "You can't be serious my dear. A vampire?"
Blake gave a sure look that caused Winston to chuckle at the preposterous notion. Author took the telegram and read it himself, he then responds; "I agree. A Vampire killed the lord mayor and burned down the house? I doubt the court will except that as a reasonable response, hell so do I."
"I'd believe Fräulein." Caspar said causing the group to turn and look at her. He then explains himself as his eyes glared every now and again at the corner. "I have zeen many horrorz during my time in zem trenches. Nosferatu izn't the strangezt thing I've heard."
"I agree with the fritz. First day I met her she was possessed by a demonic witch that stole her tongue." FEB added causing everyone to turn to him with wide eyes.
"Wait, what? Author asked with a wide eye confused look on his face.
"Never mind, now if this was a blood sucker who isn't my son in law. How would we go about proving it?" FEB asked earning a dirty look from Author.
"It'z not like he can reconnect his memoriez like zhe heart beating blood. Zre's no way." Caspar remarks as he scratches his chin.
"I can second that frits, memories are hard to retain to." FEB spoke up in agreement as he takes a sip from the terrible wine. "One time I got supper drunk I couldn't recall my name for a week. I went by Tim Dirkmen till I remember my licenses."
Blake sadly had to agree, but then an idea hit her. It was dumb and she has already expose to much about herself. But if she is to ever figure out what is going on, so with a sigh she begins writing down something before presenting it.
"I have one idea." It says, before she stopped to write something else down. "But if I do this, I need to be alone with Winston and FEB."
"… Um why me?" FEB asked to which Blake secretly presents a note. Reading it privately FEB looked up at her. "You serious? It might not work?"
"Vhat can work?" Caspar asked as he pulls his eyes away from the corner.
"It's something I learned a long time ago. Something that few people can ever know. Hence why I ask that only Winston and FEB go to a private room." Blake wrote down before presenting. Course that was a lie, she wasn't the only one who could do this but as far as she knows, she is the only one on this planet.
Winston looked around the room. The seriousness on Blakes face told him that she general believe that whatever she and the drunk have planned could help restore his memories. Normally he wouldn't be allowing such shenanigans to accrue but his back is against the wall. What's the worst that can happen, they try to kill him? If that was true, they would have to wait till the morning if they wanted to. So reluctantly he agreed. Blake brought the two into a different room. The office before locking the door. FEB under her orders made sure all windows were locked and the shutters closed.
"Alright, so what are you going to do to me?" Winston finally asked as he sits down in a swivel chair.
"I'm going to unlock your aura." Blake showed Winston as she made one sure the door was locked, and nobody could see her.
"My what?" Winston asked with a brow raised.
"Essentially weaponize the soul. From what she told me, through her fancy device and paper, aura protects the body like a shield as well as heal wounds quicker than normal. She guessed that by unlocking it, might restore some memories." FEB said as he finishes sealing everything.
"This is ridicules." Winston remarks as he was about to stand up when Blake put's her hand on his for head and heart. "I for one don't believe in this supernatural mahogany, let alone think it will work."
"Eh, I'm willing to bet a drink or two it will." FEB said as he takes the page Blake gave to him earlier and read over the chant.
"Tsk, course you would." Winston remarks before Blake motions for him to be quiet.
FEB overlooked the passage one more time before reading the words aloud. "For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all..."
As he reads nothing happens. Winston was about scuff when it happened. He felt… Immense power dwelling within. As if he found his younger self strength again. His mind never felt sharper, his mussels never ached, and his lungs, oh god how did they expand with such enthusiasm. As the chant slowly comes to a finish, he begins to glow with a faint grey. A force to reckon yet fair in all it's shade. As the color grows brighter his eyes widen as memories come back to him.
As FEB finishes the chant Winston soon recalls the incident. Not everything but just enough to prove Blakes theory. "…Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder protect thee."
"I remember… Not everything, but more. Dear god… what was that monstrosity!" Winston said with eyes filled with horror.
FEB looked on at Winston as his eyes fixes down at his hand. Meanwhile Blake had nearly fallen to her knees if not for FEB. As she struggled to stand, FEB asked "You alright Lass?"
Before Blake could reach for her scroll Winston sprung to his feet with terror and determination. Saying, "We need to get to Parliament… immediately."
"You mad? We just sprung you from the tower. Don't fancy going back with you to the cell." FEB spoke out as he helps Blake to her feet
"No the creature. It lives within the statue. And should we fail to get rid of it then all of parliament will fall. Inviting not only that wretched thing but also radical groups to take charge. I refuse to let England fall to those dogs." Winston said with much horror
The two looked at each other with an unsure look. If all of government were to burn then many groups would jump at the opportunity to change this country, and not entirely for the better. Blake had seen this done before in other Kingdoms, Winston had heard from his friends about what the reds did to the whites, FEB however feared more for his bottle then some rich man being lynched for his wealth. With a silent nod the three agreed to help Winston.
In the Hall of lords, a few short hours later
The scene then shifts back to Parliament. With no car Winston, Blake, Caspar, and subsequentially and begrudgingly Author followed along. While sulking through the back alleys and narrow streets to hide from any patrolling Bobby's, Winston refuse to answer what he recalled, not till they arrive at parliament. After 30 minutes they arrived. Walking to the ancient building they had no trouble getting in… which worried Winston. Normally the royal guards would be posted at all entrances, but the place was deserted.
"Could you explain Vhat you remember?" Caspar finally asked the unspoken question.
"The monster, I thought it and managed to beat it for a time." Winston said as he looks at the bench feverishly.
"You what? When were you going to tell us this?" FEB asked as Winston passes by him to check the other bench.
After looking over the bench he moved to the next one when Blake stopped him. Holding up a note that said, "Relax, tell us what you remember and what you were looking for?"
Winston finally takes a breath before explaining himself. "When that thing came out it attacked the mayor first. I can vaguely recall his screams but after, the creature it… it took control of him. Like a puppet. It nearly strangled me when I grabbed ahold of this eye sore side table. He was bosting how it was made from Yew tree. Same one in the legend."
"So you are expecting to destroy this creature by what? Hitting it with furniture?" Author asked still having a hard time believing that a vampire is living in a gargoyle statue.
"I've worked with less" Casper remarks.
"And I've worked with more. Ain't drunk enough for a suicide mission." FEB remarks as he takes out a flask.
"It's still a better idea then attacking it head on. I'm not sure bullets would work congenitally." Blake presented note says as she looked down at a handful of white tipped bullets. Truth be told she has been running on empty with dust rounds. Since that fight with Adam weeks ago her bullets have been down to a few dozen rounds of elemental dust rounds. That dog had her waste a few earth elementary dust rounds and with that and lack of ice dust she would be wasting rounds for nothing.
"(Sigh) So, what do you recommend we do then?" FEB asked after taking a swig.
"We get to my office. If we are lucky then that Maltese Falcone is still there." Winston said as he points to the end of the hall. "A gift from a friend I know for a fact it's made from Yew. Along with that we should find that damn statue. Could be anywhere."
"So we split up?" FEB asked.
"Divide and Concurred Mr. Kingsley." Winston remarks before turning to Blake and Caspar.
"Ms. Belladonna, take the Jerry to my office. Should be in the house of Commons on the second floor. Not sure if it's still there but if you can find my prize Mauser. A gift from my time in the war." Winston remarks earing a raised brow from Author.
"You keep a gun in the house of commons? Are you a daft American?" Author asked.
"On my mothers side. Now, shall we be off or should we wait till after the entire Westminster burns to the ground?" Winston said trying to get the group going.
With not much comment from the group they walked through the empty halls of Westminster. Separating the into two groups, Blake and Caspar head to the house of commons while Winston, Author, and FEB head to the house of Lords. If they were going to hold a statue anywhere it would be there. The view focused on FEB's group
They were armed with a few pen flashlights that Author had supplied. While not entirely convinced about the whole fire vampire. The revaluation of Mr. Skin may prove helpful in saving Winston. As they made their way through the halls, FEB pepped up.
"So… you sure they brought it here, and not the basement?" FEB asked as he shines a light on some of the paintings he passed by.
"Oh I have been in politics long enough to know that whatever done me in, will be celebrated in the house of lords." Winston remarks as they turn a corner.
"I can see that, but are you sure, seems a bit Optimistic of yourself to think that your political enemies would do such a thing." FEB adds.
"Of course. I am an optimist, Father. It does not seem too much use being anything else." Winston remarks as the three enter a room, only to find it hideously burned. "Oh dear lord. Are we to late?"
The three huddled together, unsure what they find as they venture deeper into the room. By the looks of it, a fire spread from the other side to the entire room. Scorching only the outer layer. Curiously however were these shadowed marks upon the wall. It was almost like a human shadow had burned itself into the wall. As they looked around, Author spots something nearby. It looked to be movement. Hesitantly he shined a light on it before realizing it was a person. He was heavily burned, from head to toe with multiple blisters and burns ranging from first to third. Yet despite his chard skin he was very much still, alive.
"Hey I got some one here!" Author called out as he raced over to the unconscious and heavily burnt stranger. "(Gasp) It's Lord James Maxton!"
The three surround the politician and tried to wake him. After a few moments of trying he opened his eyes, uttering;" Run… Run… away… Away… away from… it…"
He then falls unconscious, then stopped breathing. Panicked, Author begin CPR trying to revive him. As the two older men watch on, they fail to notice the room slightly lightening up behind them. A royal guard moving out of cover, his jaw set ablaze with something feasting upon it's brains.
The scene then cut's to Blake and Caspar. They had made their way to the house of Commons. Looking around the offices they found one room that has been sealed off and unnamed. Guess it was Churchills, they entered it to find it entirely packed with boxes. Seems they have to do some digging first.
Blake and Caspar begin looking around, shuffling through the boxes when Caspar begin the strike up a conversation. "So… You've met worst?"
Blake responded with a so-so hand gestor. Caspar gave a nod as he continues looking at through the boxes. After a few moments Caspar asked the question that has been bothering him. "Vhat did you do the Englishman?"
Blake looks up and held up a previous note with something extra written on the side. It read, "I told you, It's something I learned a long time ago. Something that few people can ever know. Hence why I ask that only Winston and FEB go to a private room."
"Ja, ja I know. Just… curious…" Before Caspar could finish, he spotted something. A Yew wooden falcon "Ah, Vhell never mind that. Look vhat I found."
Caspar pulled out the small statue, accidentally knocking over a box causing it's contents to slide across towards Blake. One item in particular was a weathered Mauser C96. Blake looked down at the odd thing. She had seen many weapons in her time. From the crude makeshift bandit weapons out in Mistrial to State-of-the-art Atlas Smart pistol. She leans over to pick up the weapon, unaware that the corner of the wall was shifting. With a snarling sharp tooth flower mouth.
Hello everybody, Wombag1786 here.
Well, not what I had in mind for the ending but it will do for now. So Winston Churchill had his Aura unlocked. … Does anyone else imagine him giving an epic speech while fighting off Nazi SS super-mecks in the smoked out ruins of parliament with nothing but a cane and cigar. (And winning!) If not, I pity your lack of imagination. Along with that we are given a hint of what actually went on at the mayors house. Well with that done I'd like to say thank you all for your patience. I was in a bind and well needed a break. Feeling refreshed happy and with some money in my pocket (Found a Temp-job that pays more then my other) Sadly I'm not entirely out of the woods so I'll be taking another week to get myself settled back in college. (Posting the final chapter on the 8th of February. Got to get sorted and at this time I'm not back in College yet.). So let's go on to questions and comments.
From Carre: 1. No problem.
2. Fair first, but here's a second question ask yourself. If Jaune knows where Yang is. Why is he so hesitant to tell her? (You'll find out soon… very soon)
3. Thanks. My Brain needed it.
Thanks for writing Carre
From Black Cross0: Yes, though it's hinted at that he ran across Yang… though why the hesitancy?
Keep the interest alive, As the story goes on you'll see the dot's begin to connect.
Thanks for writing Black Cross0.
From Dan1142000: Thank you. It was a bit of a last minute add but I'm glad it worked out so well. Heh, like I told Carre and Crimson: "I recall hearing about Winston's workshop. Believing that science and technology can improve the war. So meeting a girl with mystical powers and a weapon that doubles. Well… it would be like a candy shop to him" Oh most certainly. I'd just imagine a Proper Bulldog and a Black cat in Parliament. But I have bigger plans for Winston and Belladonna's relationship. Not to give to much away but let's say he will be using her pair of Golden eyes.
Thanks. This was a passion story that took so long to get off the ground. Now with 30+ chapters, a comic, and a TTRPG scenario out. I feel it has accomplished a lot. Happy Late New Years, And I hope this chapter made you just as giddy as I am when Winston received his Aura.
Thanks For writing Dan1142000.
Well that's all folks. Good to be back, and can't wait to release the next chapter. Till next time, Please Fav and Fol The story. Leave a comment or question down below.
This is Wombag1786 signing off.