Hierarchy of the Undead: A Gothic Horror Musical by Dan Watt (Blog 11)
Author of Brackish (sci-fi), Queen of Caelum and Sylvia (Children of the Myth Machine series), Lucy and the Snivel Chair (sci-fi/mystery), and Dragon: Emerald of Light (medieval spoof) [available as paperback or e-book through Amazon Books].
Soulless is a strange thing to call something living. Is a vampire soulless, for certainly he or she still has a personality, and if you have a personality how can you be soulless?
From a corner of the lab Brianna heard the chime of a grandfather clock.
“I must give her an injection,” the Alchemist says with frustration. She watches him take a large syringe, yellowed with age, and draw in creamy orange liquid from a bubbling flask.
“I’ll wait here,” Brianna says.
“Touch nothing!” The Alchemist replies as he rushes out the door.
Brianna listens and waits. She hears the Alchemist’s distance voice talking to the Librarian. With tender steps she moves in front of the tattered book and runs her index finger over the title Pou viv ankò. As she traces the herbs to the last one she notices an envelope poking out from the last page of the book. She slides the envelope out. The Alchemist can still be heard talking to the librarian. She opens the envelope and slides out a yellowed card. Brianna shivers at the site of a single eye with its eyelid shut on the front cover. Her hands shaking she looks at the inside and sings the cryptic verses:
A gift I gave you of ever life
And you curse my name
A life of never dying I gave you
And you say you were unwilling
I laugh at your spite
You dare attack me when I sleep?
You dare to challenge my authority?
Silent was your attack
Stealth was your method of revenge for a gift
I laugh at your spite
Useless are your curses
Useless is the knife you tried to stab through my eye
Now I ban you from a thousand paces near me
Now I ban you from enjoying my presence
“Why did you read that?” The Alchemist’s voice, so near, shocks her and she lets go the envelope. “I told you I cannot get the needed herb.”
“But I can,” Brianna says as she retrieves the letter.
“It’s impossible, the danger is unsurmountable!”
“Better than an injured heart that never heals?”
“No,” the Alchemist admits. “Have you heard of the Black Hag’s Cell?”