Selby and his tale

Far flung the mist of  dawn with the sun rising across Tiger Paw bay. The ship on her side on the rocks and her cargo of black gold drown to a man in chains. In the downy turf of land the survived sailor clung too and had slept in exhaustion wet and steaming now in the golden heat of an African day. His name being Edward Selby and this his story in all.

Born out of wedlock,child of the parish of Dawlish in Devon England in 1767 and now aged 23 in the year of God 1790 he was lost in the country of slaving. From his position he saw below him, long before he could hear them . A tribe of native males.From the spears they shook as they marched forward to the wreck on the rocks his fate lay in escape only.

Up they came in hundreds . Slavers all of them black as jet polished in the sunlight he watched them traverse across the rocks as fleet as mountain goats. Before they went down the hold to see  what was worth taking he had taken to his feet and slide down the mountain side to the worn path and discovered a row boat had floated up into a cave. Here he made good and took the oar and was about to push the boat out into the retreating tide. When suddenly the man stood over him pistol in hand and dressed in the robes of a pirate. No time for introduction Selby shot him dead.The powder had dried in the pan and had worked. He had not time now as taking sword and pistol with bag of lead he shot back to join the tide not knowing at all a plan. The shot had alerted the Blacks and only by skill with oar did he manage to ship off before they could reach him. he left them hurling spears at him and one struct the oarlock. rowing for all he was worth he reached the ocean and effected his escape.

 

Four hours later he had speared a fish but had no option but to eat it raw. Days drifted by the sun beating down and no shade to hide under young Edward was blistered and lips crusted badly. He awoke to the blue cloudless heavens and a cobalt calm sea. his eye lids burned he in pain could just make out a headland . He however had no power to row fell back and slept. Some time later that day he came to in a shady room a hand maiden tending his lips with sweet honey. In a language he had no knowledge of she talked softly and calmly to him. He had no idea what she said but he was sure she was helping him.

The weeks rolled by he was eating well  now. He noticed his pistols and clothing over ata desk on far side of a lavish room. He managed to reach the window and saw the ocean blue and perfect as he was healed by treatments and felt obliged to this maid.

Her name was Elmeria and she the hand maiden of Royal household of Imire of  Syria. He taught her English over a year and soon they were friends.  She found him work as water carrier to the Sultan son. Selby was fed on fresh fruits and decorated meals of olives and fish .Goat and spices with rice .He loved peaches and creams and found he loved this place. Elmira and he talked often of England and he told her all he could of his land of birth. But he did not tell her he was a slaver on a ship of black slaves as cargo to Liverpool docksides. He just told her he worked on big sail ships with trading all over that part and Africa.

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She learned that Africa a Roman name for the land of deserts and jungles that lay lower down from Iranian lands. Over time she fell deeply in love with Selby and he with her. in days that passed it became clear to all and even to the great Emire himself. Nothing was said but eyes on him he became aware of.

In the soft evening light as the singer called his song out from minaret Edward Selby placed her in a boat with boxes of food and water he slipped out into the harbour and with cloth sails he reached the gates before they close for night. Outside in the ocean he hugged the coastal waters beyond Iran and around the land a Arabs he made it to an English ship leaving from Nicosia on the Greek island of Cypress. It had been a five day sail and once aboard with his love besides him and offered a cabin he slept. In the strong light of day he woke to find his  Emeira gone and he locked in the cabin fast. He battered at it with all he could by the oaken planks did not give way.  At change of watch they let him out to find they had locked in Captains cabin as gift to the King of England.  Selby was to serve on deck. Here he so used to ships let loose the missen mast sails and watched them fly in the wind away to sea. Uproar prevailed and sailors ran this way and that until the captain appeared on deck where Sebly hit him hard with a wooden mast peg.Down he went Selby sprang tiger like and took the pistol from his belt and held off the crew. The Captain was dead and so not much else to do than accept Selby as Captain. Up went the rescued sails and rigged for bad weather the ship raced home. Elmeria much relieved to be untouched and back with her bow. Offered to cook the crew a meal. So it was that the crew who had hated Captain Evens rejoiced at freedom.

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Edward made it clear once docked safe he wanted no part of that ship and the crew must have it. So in 1805 in London Saint Marys Edward married his dark haired wife. Selby became a member of Parliament and owned a hall in South Yorkshire. Selby Hall still stands today.

Hope this tale of truest love will bring joy to all hearts.

Yours Sir Kevin, thanks you.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2020

Part two Detective James case

German made pistol loaded from breach found in river by Tower Bridge steps. What is your verdict Doctor.?

” I found it be exact match for the bullet we have from Diplomatic agents head sir”

‘ Then are there any prints?”

“Yes partly. As i informed Detective James sir. Not much to go on but yes middle finger print inside the barrel . Carried it that way and dumped it. Water did not take it all away. faint but still certain it matches and so same man. ”

‘Thank you Doctor Dee. Now John can we find this killer before I have egg on my face from above. MI5 have no mercy so bring me a name fast.”

” I think sir I have a name now. ”

” Really that is fast.Go on man.”

” Well! can only be a ghost but its David Ashby Jones.”

” But he is dead .1989 plane crash. ”

” Good cover sir. Perhaps our man escaped.”

” Highly unlikely Detective ,I saw the body.”

“Then sir we have ghost to blame for an international murder.”

Good God man i had it with Vampires never could believe half that evidence. Ghost you say. Maybe ?Better do your thing man. Ill be in my office until five so in that time please,if you can?”

The Doctor smiled at James and beat a swift retreat back to his lab. Detective James pulled his tie end into his suit and on with the jacket left the building. Detective constable Harris joined in and drove out to London docks.

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‘ Who are we after Sir?”

” Charlie the brick. Shed four end of row.  Coppers Nark from years back. ”

“Is that him sir. Black mac left to picture?”

‘ Id say so looks his size.”

‘ Blimey sir he is a big bugger.”

” Prize fighter at one time .Drink got hold of him early on. ”

The car pulled up alongside the man.

“Mister James himself is it?”

:” How are you Charlie still in the ring.”

” No no mister J trainer now more cash no bangs in the face. What can i do for yer.”

” Well! what can you tell me about Ashby Jones?”

” Six feet under as you well know. ”

” I say he is alive Charlie.Be a good boy and something in it for you. Hear me do you Charles?”

” I do, loud and clear sir. Keep my ear to the pump sir.”

Back in his office the phone rang.

‘ Yes James here . When. Ok thanks. ”

” Glad you could come Horatio. Phoned to tell you but here it is self explained.”

” Great Scot what the hell is it Doc?”

‘ Your looking at David Asby Jones liver. Or so we have been told. Your right who ever that body belonged to it was not David. Liver is riddled with drink related signs. Older man by my reckoning. Say maybe dead before he was killed you see. ”

” I get our meaning. So we have our killer at large.”

” Not a ghost it seems old boy. Good luck Im off to dine with Sir Bill.”

William Forsdyke head of department C. ”

“Very man indeed . Toodle OO.”

The hunt was on and all department on the case by mid day.

By two oclock they had their man .

‘ So as I found him for you sir whats my cut. ”

” Later Charlie lets get him in the cell first hey?”

The criminal sat silent as Top brass attended the interview.

‘ Though you had it all sown up Ashby Jones?”

” Got me over thirty years freedom. Cant be bad can it ?”

“No it cant but we got you now. ”

” Saying nothing copper.'”

‘ Dont have to but I think you will start singing soon. Bring it in please .Right Harris take his prints.”

Later the proof came through all points now matched.

” Now I need only to find out why he killed a diplomat. This should be fun. Is it five yet?”

” 4.12 sir why?”

Five is the time over according to upstairs. Tell you what Harris get up there and tell super its in the bag we have our man proved.Go on chop chop. ”

Down stairs Ashby Jones with his lawyer.

” Right lads move over. Just tell me why you shot a diplomat for the record. ”

” Just a job no other reason .Then how ever that was is for me to know you to forget. ”

” The paymaster is in this building then. ”

” He has said enough my client claims the right of silence Detective.”cried the lawyer

‘ Then maybe your client will sign a statement and mention his paymaster in it.For me to act .If so maybe a deal can be reached. ”

” What kind of deal James?”

” Less than life for murder?”

“Im listening but at my age who cares 20 years in state lock up I will not serve the whole sentence mate dead as brown bread in five Id say. ”

” Cant say I care . Your sentence will stand but it could be soft or hard just as you wish ,mate.”

“Open prison and ill talk.”

” Ill see what I can do yes.?”

Your man is – Sir Gerald Smith. ”

” really you prepared to put that in writing are you?”

“You prepared to give me my prison in writing are you?”

” More likely Walton Liverpool.”

” Thats top security. ”

” Yes and better than London your a dead man in any of Her majesties prisons here.”

” Some place I can see the sky and walk about at times.”

“Scotland suit you?”

” Not lowlands no higher up yes.”

” Judge will decide but we can guide him.Ok deal”

“Paper and pen please and lets get this over. Nailing that bastard upstairs is sweet.”

The police cars piled up in the driveway. The Detective wrote in his diary that Sir Gerald had seen the end and shot himself dead rather than to face British Justice. From top of secret service to an out and out murder arranger over the years of privilege had shocked the whole system of power. Why had he hired out killers without leaving his desk was not know only his bank accounts told some of the story.  Another case over.John James walked home drained of energy at the speed this case had raced through. In his mind his England was a safer place and that pleased him well.

“Good night sir,”

Thank you Harris same to you,and ,thanks for your help today.”

“Your welcome sir.We got him and that is all that Im paid for.”

The End.

Thank you for reading the stories.Yours with respect Sir Kevin.

 

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt.2020

Another case for Detective James.

For the last hour the clouds hid the face of the sun. The city ,outside of the walls of the jail house buzzed eternally with the noises of the city throng.

At the stake the blindfolded man moved a foot to stir the dust as his last movement on earth. Shots echoed around the Citadel as he slumped forward lifelessly in his bonds. The firing squad fired again and the blood ran to the sand before the order came to unload.

The dead man had been in life a scientist for the American Government Space race. His name is not important nor is his fame. He is dead in the back lot behind his jail in Iraq. Buried deep in the sandy soils of Baghdad.

The heat of this day 4th August 2012 is building up and the call to prayer from minarets all over the city rang as musical chant as a car sped out of the jail yard with two back seat passengers. One Colonel David of Jewish Intelligence his companion that of  Head of security one Zasin Zamir Hassan.

 

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” Mister Hassan we are glad to be of service to you. Please, sit. ”

‘ You are very kind Sir John. Let me put my case to you in script .” He handed over a brief case of fine leather finish engraved in gold motif of the City  Crest of Baghdad.

” Indeed most kind. Yes we can have coffee and rest before dinner. Then talks begin. ”

” Civilized ways are always the way to success. ”

It was in his hotel room later that evening all trade talks discussed. He sat ready to ring his wife in Iraq when a knock came to the room door. He left the phone ringing and stood to open the door as a gun man shot him down dead. The phone still ringing on the bed.

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“Bit of an set up we have here Inspector James. ”

The famous detective stooped at the dead mans side .’International cases are a mess on my desk.Who was he Doc. ?”

“Diplomat from Iraq on some trade mission it seems. Will say 11pm -12ish at latest. Will tell you the caliber after I carve him up. Shall we say 7pm .Farewell Horatio.”

Detective John James watched Dees retreat before inspecting the room. He released the body some minutes later and went back to his office in New Scotland Yard.

“Ah! so there you are James. Please tell me it is not our case to take on.”

‘Hello Sir. Yes your right its not our case. CIA took over about an hour since but this is England sir CIA have no place to deal with it.”

“CIA in London .I will ask the top why. Do no more of this until.”

‘Sir” .

The day drew in the phone on his desk interupted the silence of thought.”Yes Doc.”

“Dee here your shell is a German army round .Big bugger too from 9MM shell .Lugar 1944 model .Nice hole left in his forehead.Want the bullet its here when you call.”

“Yes thanks will do. Tell me Doc what range.”

” Id say 5 feet, may be slightly less. Why?”

” Just checking. He opened the door expecting someone as they are trained not to stand near the door. Wonder who our dead man was expecting?”

“Search me old boy. Your the Detective. Tat tar for now.”

The following morning brought the case back on his desk. The Chief Supper at his side in seconds.

“Just what I did not want. Still the CIA will not bother you James. ”

” No sir but the Iraq police will be no happy family meeting. Here now for the body sir.”

” I will leave that to you . Keep in in the loop Detective and let us pray the dead man is not another bloody vampire. Dont think I can keep all in the shade if he is. ”

“You need not worry Sir. Shot by assassin at close range in his hotel room sounds more my thing. i need to know this dead mans every move in life before we can work out why he was taken out. I can start now to work on Zasin Zamir Hassan. ”

“Then fire way as you do. Ill be in my office upstairs if needed.”

It took most of that week to find enough detail on the dead man to see a list of possibles. Two trained killers on the list took his eye. One  German National living in Middle East and known by Interpol as The Tiger. The other a London born man Mark Sefton known to MI5 as a rouge agent. Sefton was known to favour a Glock but the Lugar more likely to belong to the Tiger.

 

” Drop all case files for today I need every one on the location of the Tiger ,One Franz Gerrit Franc . Born in Berlin Germany 1982 to a Jewish German family. Father an engineer,mother a nurse .Boy schooled to higher education joined the army . And vanished after that. Interpol can be brought into focus but first see what can be found.”

By stealth only the Tiger was located in London at the time of killing. He was arrested and brought in to be questioned. His pistol was concealed in his jacket tail at his rear the bullet hole neatly patched in the tweed gave the game away.

‘So you think it was me who shot your man. Prove it. ”

” Your pistol should match up with the bullet from his head.If not you walk if so life in jail is what its worth. ”

” Im a professional do you think Id come nicely into see you. I let myself be captured man. ”

James was puzzled and hoped it was bluff.Dee knocked at the door.

“Right give me his gun. Loaded is it”

“Why carry it if not?”

Dee fired into a rubber case he had ready.He took out the hot shell. “No no not this weapon .He may have another Detective. ”
By 6pm they had swept through the flat in Chelsea. Tow more pistols came to light but nothing matched the killer bullets rifling. The Tiger was handed over to CIA and the chase for facts went on.

Two days later one suspect after another struck off John James list. Then a break trough to the gun that killed the Iraq diplomat.

“So here we are this weapon matches the bullet fired into the victim perfectly matched. ”

“Thanks Doc. Finger prints from the grip wiped off but one clear thumb print we took from the insert loader clip Id say we have a match with records .He is Victor Semple the chap we killed in June airport shooting. So he could not have been involved here. ”

“One step forward six backwards then.”

‘We have to find you had the gun as we took it into custody after the shoot out at Heathrow. Hate to say it Doc but its an internal problem.”

“Who signed it out then ?”

” Records page removed. ”

” We have a terrorist in our camp then Horatio?”

” Something like that, yes.”

” Or we have a ghost.”

” Hold on Vampires are one thing ghosts another subject. ”

Part two next weekend.

Thank you all for reading my work. Sir Kevin.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt. 2020

The chase.Part two of this last story of Eternal

The chase was planed by Detective John James on the phone call he took from police department in the city of Rome.

” Look sir I know the Government as not happy .I need to follow this lead . So will you sign my expenses form or I cant ever book a flight. Two weeks that is all .Put it down as vacation if its your wish. ”

The Chief Super lay down his pen. Looked straight into this best detectives eyes. “Not a matter of using you holidays for what would be a police matter. You see it puts me in a bad place talking the need to go to Rome. ”

“World threat it is sir. ”

” Yes maybe it is at that. Then Detective James in my place would you tell Boris Johnston we  have to sign expenses for you to go chasing Vampires. ”

” Well no perhaps not but, if his kids are attacked by a Vampire sir will he think about it.If I save him from this horror what will he do. Nothing as he would not have known in the former place.”

” Your making no sense man. Your asking me to lie to the top desk. ”
” No Im asking you to help me make a better world.A safer place to live.”

“James my hands are tied . Next. ”

The Detective sadly walked back to his desk in a room a corridor away.  He knew he was obsessed by this case but still saw the utter need to stop a hansom ancient man make more devils out of human beings. Just then the phone rang.

“Detective John James here”

“Dee here .You know that body with the holes in hand?Well it got up and walked out on the morgue sometime after midnight last evening. Case of the un dead  Id say old son.”

“Blast it man. Can it be any worse. It means  our wonder boy bit him to make another vampire for us .”

“Servant you mean. Perhaps why he was not drained of blood. ”

“Will it never end. Virus is all that they talk of and under the shadow of this plague Vampires dance the feed of death. Horrid creatures. ”

“Chin up old son .Just another for your memoirs.”

No sooner than he had placed the receiver down the phone sprang back into life.

” Hello.”

” Good day Detective this is Marco Parisi. I  Detective in the Roma Poitzia department. ”

” Ah! Marco how nice to talk .I read your letter but here I am stuck as my up line will not sanction my air fare even. ”

” I suspected as much . Never mind John here we know about Vampires. My er! up line,yes. They have paid for flight and hotel. You see you are the only one who has burned a devil to ash. Big celeb you are. So one needs your help much. You accepted this case asked for it.Now come with no excuse. ”

‘ Thank you I will. Have to clear it here and book it as leave. That way no need to report. When to expect tickets Marco. ”

Fax copy over now. Just go to air terminal at 5pm your time tickets will be cleared by Politza here. See you at noon tomorrow as Im off to funeral of gallant officer murdered by your friend of ancient birth. ”

Rome 2nd May 2020 . Politza dept Via di S. Vitale, 15,00184.Roma RM Italy.

“At last Here you are John. No time to talk we can do that in the car.”

” So is it always this hot.”

‘ NO far hotter in June. Here is the Via Nationale behind which the body of uniformed Constable Beagio Delmarco was found drained of any blood and two holes in his throat. No clue to who ,or what killed him. I read your report in the police gazette and came to see the only possible cause ,no matter what, is Vampire at large in my city. That brings you into play.”

” How good is your coroners office here?’

” You can work with him speaks reasonable English. Here we get out and walk I have something else to show you. ”

The walk was welcome as heat in the car was giving the English man problems.

“So here we are John. This grave is over two centuries old. It reads Died 16th March 1874. Killed by Vampire attack. ”

” You have been busy as you say Vampires are not new here Marco.”

” I have not told you the victims name?”

‘ Indeed you have not.”

” It is John James from London who came to Roma on holiday.”

‘ My God sir. What is this the future or the past.?”

The day progressed slowly and at last at dinner with Marco near The Spanish Steps the two men had only to find the devil to succeed.

‘We have searched every place only underground is left. ”

” Sewerage you mean.”

:No no the catacombs under the city. Here many believe in keeping the remains of the dead in stature forever. Whole rows of them preserved in salty air line the way below.”

‘ Who is it who wants this?”

” People will pay high costs to be included. Some go back to sixteenth century in same suits they died in. Ladies with handbags parasol or even couples hand in hand. Too us acceptable to most others macabre to say the least”.

” How many or them?”

‘ Cant say must be a record someplace. Why.”

‘ Is it possible to hide down there?”

‘Who knows but we can go down and see what can be found. After breakfast in morning. For now relax.’

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The horror of the dead displayed shocked the Detective from England.

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John James had had enough by this hour of day but just as he turned to leave he saw the eyes upon him and saw the dead man from Dees slab and so dived through the dead to pull himout of hiding. Amazed Marco stood rigid for valuable moments until at length he jumped with baited breath onto the wresting pair on the crypt floor.  In that moment silver letter opener that James had concealed was now driven through the young mans heart. Before their eyes a yell so loud it echoed around like thunder ripe and active. The policemen thrown off him as he slowly turned to ash  bit by bit they witnessed it with awe.

“Pity he had not the time left to tell us the location of his master.”

For many days they searched. Not a sign of the last Vampire came to light. Then in the midst of all they stumble onto his coffin in the depths of an attic above a hat shop in central Plaza. It was empty on inspection and all they had to do was wait.

” So it is you at last .We nailed the lid shut. Just you and me now my lad.”

” Day light is almost here what you to do young man?’

“Two of you.I see, well you took away my servant. I have other sleeping arrangements farewell.”

” Just you wait a moment I have something to show you that is my gift to you. ”

” Gift from you? What can that be I wonder .Time is standing still policeman i MUST GO.”

“Oh! you will go my friend.”At this he pulled back the roof tiles and the sunlight flooded in .The two policemen stood in awe as the Vampire snarled The flames leaping through him.

“The gift is death Vampire its over now. ” The last words he heard as ash fell to the attic floorboards like so much dust.

Back in London no record of that event was ever brought to news hounds noses. The last Vampire ever created was now gone from the earth of mankind. No medal from the Queen but no virus did John James Vampire Killer affect.

 

Thank you for reading my blogs it has been my pleasure to write for you. All who have joined us from Gavitar and all over the world i say God be with you all. I found it impossible to join Gavitar for many reason so thanks to all who  contact me.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt2020

The last connection (Eternal ending}

Another day in the office of Detective John James. His desk full of case files told of the many nerve racking problems in the Capital City of London. The phone rings making him jump to pick it up. Like a dog with a bone he held it to his ear.

‘So what is it Doc another bloody Vampire?”

“No I think not but best you come and see.Your the detective Horatio. ”

In ten minutes he arrived flustered two cases on the go had his back to the wall.

” Shot ,stabbed or just fed up with life in general. ?”

“None of any that one can finger as true. Here look .I cant say more until I have him on my slab. Maybe those two holes in his hand relate?”

” Maybe so if the blood sucking ash burner sod was blind he may have missed the neck.”

” There is one more thing. ”
” Oh!

“Here ,just before the ear lobe .See come close .There see it. ?”

” Like a pierced ear gone wrong. ”

” He may have wore one of those gold pig snout clips they call fashion today. ”

” Yes right. When ”

” Id say between 2am and daybreak . Cant say more as of now. Say 4pm shall we?”

The London streets so deserted as virus spread and public told to stay indoors gave the streets a strange feel to the mind of the Detective as he strolled back inside New Scotland Yard doors.

” Rights ,you lot I want all you can find on that sod we failed to catch three years back. ”

The team looked dazed. Then one spoke up. ‘Sir are you saying we are back in the camp fire light on vampire hunting again. ”

‘Cant say in all honesty Phil. Could well be as we never did find that young chap who killed three people under my nose.”

“What is the Doctor Dee take on it then?”

” Dont know until he calls. My guess is this unnamed well dressed chap we know had something to do with the landlady case. He was never interviewed properly and vanished so fast we need to go back and nail him down. ”

” Another Vampire case then as said Gov?”

The days went by without trace of the man in question. The work of Doctor James Dee had proven little as no holes or bite marks in the dead mans neck and all his blood in tact.Yet the puncture marks in his soft hand could not be explained. The case was wide open for interpretation.

Morning had broken and the cell empty.The morning meeting underway.

‘So there we have it . Bite in his hand on further development gives us the cause of death of poison. Then thats where it ends we have nothing on files to relate to this poison. ”

“Bite or injection with two tries Doc.”

“No Sherlock not this time. It was a human tooth that bit him. ”

” really. Then you say was”.

” Yeah I did. Was is the operative word. Meaning who ever bit him was human once.”

” It is another impossible case . Vampires in 2020 Dee is beyond me. One yes vanished into ash before my eyes.”

” Seeing is believing old sport. Now if you will excuse me detective I have an appointment at the blood bank sharpish.”

” Trace on plasma Doc?”

” Something of the such, tat tar for now. ”

The search closed in and by slightest chance the Hotel in Baker Street held the man on record as wanted. vampire-fog-waiting-walled-city-halloween-horror-concept-44691187

“We meet again young man. ”

” You are that Detective fellow .Let me see ,Yes , it is James John James . What service can I do for you Detective.?”

” We are hunting a Vampire my friend. I think its you myself.”

“indeed .One very large guess sir.”

“Er! No just stay still .I know your exits old son. Sit down and we talk this over or we handcuff you and down to the cell you go. Your lady friend ,by the way, she dropped at my feet ,ash she was .A small pile of black gray ash.”

” So thats how it ended for her .I did sort of wonder.”

” She was the one who changed you then?”

” I was a mere card playing drunk in a town far off these sainted shores. I was 22 and a bit of  a lad in the year 1786 I meet Morgan a woman older but so rare.Sex was my aim she drew me near and set her lips to mine.I woke up in a brothel as the sun came up i nearly died my hands burned face stung and only that she pulled me inside a darker place than I have ever been I would not be here now. ”

” So you are 256 years old you claim?”

” You area fast thinker sir exact in fact.now good bye.”

The room went cold but quicker than forked lightening James grabbed hold of his arm and  in a flash handcuffed him to himself.

‘What are you doing idiot do you think I cannot escape .Watch me,”

All that the detective was left with was handcuff handing on chain at his waist.The man had vanished again.

‘Not bad for an old man sir was he. ”

‘ No rather clever really. Search this place attic and cellar.”

“What are we looking for sir?”

“A large box coffin like ,or a locked upright cupboard.”

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Next episode next week.

Sir K at your service and thank you all.

Copyright Kevin James Parr Bt.

“Gold me boys, gold it be.”

in the shimmering dawn over a slivered sea the coast of England  hoved into sight. The Great bastions of white chalk cliffs ,green at the tops with grass and litchen, herb and daisy it was the sun now breaking through the barriers of mist that gave sight to the look outs high in the rigging.

A gun serenade blows out from the harbour below and instead of putting the ship around to broadside volley in return the Captain ordered coastal to Scotland. For this ship was French and packed with stores and powder and guns for the troops of the King from over the sea.

Royal Navy took up the chase with four war ships in full sail billowing out of hiding to race the gauntlet against this French flag ahead. But this enemy vessel was rigged well for speed .Leaving behind the great oaken navy war ships it raced  hard to and escaped into the Scottish rocky inlets. Her mission to supply, drop and run. Then on this ship stored not in the hold but set covered with blankets ,three wooden crates full of gold coinage, hidden in the Captains cabin.

There had been two ships that left on this mission but in the mist one had been lost out at sea. This French man now sailed into the Kyle of Lochalsh having missed the island of Colonsay which would have taken them to Oban and to Fort William to the drop site. as it was this ship was now caught against a leeward wind against the great rock face with no place to go.  No matter what they did they were now trapped. The art of clubhauling is ancient and involves a man swimming under the ship with the end on rope in tow. It is then used by teams to pull the vessel off under sail. A dangerous job in ice bound waters and rocky coastlines .The barnacles all over the ship in water can rip the flesh of  a swimmer who is forced into it by currents.

Then this is what they did all along that cliff until able at last to sail away. Then behind them two naval gun ships blasted the stern out of the Frenchie and down as fast as lead she sank. Prince Charles Edward Stuart or Bonnie Prince Charlie to his men, was then stuck without supplies just 12 miles from the sinking hope.

 

In deepest waters this ship lays undisturbed by moth or rust she slowly rots of the elements at that depth. 1745 she sank and no trace has ever been found. Divers have tried but in a ravine of hard rock walls in depths too far to safely cope she sleeps. On her antiques for museums and art collectors alike. Then perhaps the one million gold coins worth today perhaps 4 billion English Pounds  wait for the age when this loot can be rescued . If done with speed and no witness then its not a worry of treasure trove. It is in a place far out in the wide inlet and nothing is near it on land .  It is not hard to find her longitude and latitude exact as naval records have the spot listed in the log of the Navy records. All one needs to do is read history and there it all is before one. I would love to find it but no experience in diving nor would like it in cold Scottish Loch as dead in five minutes without the right  equipment. Then the right gear will not exist in our times to even attempt the find. One of the problems facing divers today is the Loch itself.

With or without that cash load Prince Charles had no intent of taking the Throne at that event. Lord George Murray ,Charles aid de camp and General of the rag tag army had no idea even that Charles had been sent to find how many would allow his father back as King .it was his only mission and some 70000 people had to die because of that walk through to Derby. Scottish Highlands were ethically cleaned by German Georges son the Duke of Cumberland that fat lad who was a killer in the making on the day. Butchered so many in Scotland and who could escape fled to Canada. What damage Bonnie Prince Charlie did to Britain was enormous beyond what history books record. It was a year and another and for twenty years before it ended. Even butcher boys on the way up country took the Kings shilling to be part of the army. It came to Culloden Moor near the Highland capital of Inverness.

indexThe dead buried where they fell.Here lay the brave clan of Macintosh forever a reminder of 1746

.Here the fire in that charge of arms of modern England engaged the ancient claymores swords and daggers of the magnificent Highlanders charge . Cut down with lead and shell from field cannons but they ran forward as only they could,to be  cut down by riles on the last of it .Not one man survived. The King, that German rat George, sat glorious on the Throne without a care but over 70,000 Scots were being put to death by his son.  If that ship releases the gold it conceals , surly it belongs to the highland Scots ,if ever it sees the light of day again.

Thank you all for reading my work. This if history.

copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2020.

The last dance on earth. Concluding part.Eternal

“So you say he died by blood being drained from his body.”

‘ Unless your deaf Napoleon. Yes he is drained of every body fluid. ”

” Through two tiny holes in the neck.”

” Those exact holes ,yes.”

“How?”

” Im good at my work ,but not a magician .Cant say how it is done. Cant hazard a guess even. Unless we consider your man in the cells statement and we are dealing with Vampires;   that is .”

” Vampires .Its 2019 Doc sort of out of date ,redundant on death of Bram Stoker I believe.”

” Whitby Abbey and the bats are fiction it is true. Stoker is dead .Then so is our victim who is remarkably similar to the story that you elude to Detective.”

‘ All of them died this same way. If it was Holland I would say someone was after cash by selling plasma to hospitals. ”

‘ Then Holland no longer pays for blood .I see your point but how it fits in to the facts. Maybe we are looking at this wrongly. How about if it is shipped abroad to sell”

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‘ Good man you ill set my team of it right way. Thanks Doctor .”

:Dont mention it Im sure.”

Over the following few days all stops were out. Trying to find a link into blood sales abroad .Nothing that could not be fully sorted and proved.  Then a disturbance in the cells .A scream and all rushed down to see a woman at the detainees  throat . Detective shot her in the head and a face of the dead looked at him, her eyes opened, green and flashing. All fell back under her spell but he did not but emptied his pistol into her heart.

She let out a roar as loud as it was deep. She brought her teeth to his neck as a flash but he opened his shirt to show the silver cross and she hissed like a goose and vanished.  He felt the darkness folds pass his head  a thin almost invisible line had parted the darkness as a slightly flowing robe. All came too .The dead man in the cell draped head down in his own blood, eyes wide open as if searching the detectives face. From that moment on all there had been left in no doubt but a vampire did exist.

He walked home across Waterloo Bridge, alone, armed and shaking, with anger and even fear held him still in mind. Onward to his lodging s then there she was just ahead of him. Her powerful gaze held him for just a moment then he shot a hole in his over coat pocket. She smiled but it was a silver bullet made from a childhood blessed cross. Her face aged she clung to the rails in shock gasping for life to try to enter the tide below but he was on to her holding her arm. The sun was setting over Waterloo .

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The Thames River red with glow. Her face fell apart she cried pitifully as bit by bit she turned to ash. The last light of the sun fell upon her and it was all over. He held the gun in his hand as four policemen raced to the scene to arrest a terrorist but saw who it was and a pile of black dust at his feet.

A day later,his  police station was full of reporters after a story having heard by the grapevine that some woman was shot on the bridge.It had taken that long to put two and two together. He looked up from his desk. “You lot sod off home . Nothing happened it is but rumour only. No story here. We have work to do keeping the city clean.”

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You will not find this story in the reports of police files stored nor from newshounds who could not even dream of making it up .As who would believe them if they had.We know that Vampires are but tales from the grave and fiction reigns as King. Then do we even now what is in the darkness when un protected we sleep. How can we known all that is on earth for who has seen a ghost must have open mind.

One hopes you liked this three part story.  Another next week, as this tale is over.

Thank you for reading. Being with us even those who come via GAVITAR as cannot get through to thank them personally just hope they know I care. So another story over, working on the next as we speak. God be with you all where ever you are in this world.

 

Copyright Kevin James Parr Bt 2020.

The blackness. part two.Eternal

The soft green eyes peered at the shop keeper. Her scent intoxicating. Her face chalk white but red her parted lips. A veiled silence as he drew back to the wall. His terror had begun that would not take long to vanish ,along with his soul.

The London street filled with police and newspaper hounds echoed a wild buzzing noise that rose to the roof tops. The windows and the slates even rattled as something evil was present; ever watching.

The copse of John Blakely was inserted into the waiting ambulance without ceremony.

 

” What killed him Doctor ?” enquired the lax Detective.

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” Hard to ascertain Sherlock. Seems something bit him in the juggler. Know more after I have him on my table. Say 3pm. Tatty bye for now dont fret yet. Always an answer.”

” Always calls you Sherlock sir is that his way of telling you he respects you ?”

“Who knows me old mucker. . Anyway he was bit in the neck by something. Remember that case last year of dead Inspector and his aide de campe who died in line of duty chasing a vampire?”

‘ Thought they ended up stabbed not bitten sir.?”

‘ Yes but the note book suggested the interview was with a dark young man with shadowy ways. Kept appearing out of no where.  May just have been this Valentine chap was shifty. Anyway we never ever traced him.”

” And your point sir is?”

” I think all that case was about one man called Valentine who killed the woman landlord and was interviewed by us only to murder coppers  and fade into the gray mists of legend like a tale of Edgar Alan Poes. ”

” Was he involved too?”

” No. Now take me back to the station .I have work to do. ”

The thin wind whistled under the Waterloo bridge as the sun set over the scene. The cloak of night ,silky black folds of vapor, rose from the flowing water. Mirage like hardly seen by human eye the shape formed into a woman in a black flowing evening dress. Stood on the bridge her sparkling green eyes drew in the air like a vacuum bringing the victim to her side from the pavement below his feet.

Early morning.

“Right another one, holes in the neck. Who is he Cummings?”

” Wallet in his jacket gives him to be one Peter Gordon Finch or 452 Longbourn Avenue Brixham London sir.”

‘ Suited booted and on the bridge .Was he an office worker on his way home.What time did he die? Where is Doctor D?”

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“Been and gone sir.He said his guess was around 7pm last night but-”

” Yes I know, he will know more after he carves him up.Any sign of attack.”

“No, none sir. Holes in his neck, Doc says he is drained of blood too.”

“How amazing, could have told me that first.”

Doctor James Dee looked deep into the depth of the holes in the skin. He found that sealed was the blood by some sort of liquid seal. As if an animal had killed him. He then thought it more likely a medical injection but no trace was in the skin and blood none existing so then stopped his investigation going ahead. He decided that the man had died at between 6.-7.12 pm and moved on to his next autopsy  with a puzzled mind.

The vapour drifted smoke like across the docklands as dawn broke two more bodies came to the case as Doctor Dee and the police stood over the sailor of Asian origin.

“So more holes in the neck Doc. Any idea what we are looking for as a  killer yet? ”

” Not a clue. Seems animal or reptile even as what ever drinks the blood seals off the body. Well! the holes anyway.”

‘Great so we are searching for a snake as our killer then Doc?”

“Keep your hair on It may even be clearer after I cut him up. Maybe call me at 5pm ish May have more to tell you then. ”

The other body seen that morning was a boy aged around 14. Clearly an accident but again holes in the throat gave the game away. The swift River Thames ran bold and noise was its temper hitting and splashing against the Tower gate. Inside a man deep down in the cells knew well the green eyed beauty as he was the only one who had ever escaped her fangs. Shaking at the news she had returned he entered the police station in a large Arab towel around his head and an overcoat twice around him over sized. He spoke in whispers to the desk and soon had the Detective at his side.

‘Fancy dress is it sir?”

No. Certainly not. I can tell you who she is who kills so many but lock me in your cell now for my own protection..”

“So who is it that you know sir?”

” She is the devils daughter and a vampire .She haunts me still but she failed to kill me and so avoided death by inches. ”

” I see .A vampire . They dont exist sir so Ill lock you up if you wish as a raving nut case if you like.”

‘ Call me what ever you will officer but lock me up and never leave me alone. I will show you who you are looking for but. Lock me where she cant get to me first. ”

He smiled but did as was asked to secure a name ,if indeed the man was not the idiot that he thought . He was now sat in a cell unwrapping the towel.

‘ Right sir ,comfy are we?”

‘ Never switch that light off officer. Now listen to me. 12 months back I was a window cleaner in Brick Lane working. I heard a scream and blow me down there she was . Never saw me up the ladder see. No she had her arm around a woman and I ,true as im here, bit her in the neck. For some moments locked together they stood below me.Then the woman slipped to the floor like a dress of her shoulders and the offender looked up at me. Sent chills right down me see. I must have fainted and fell off me perch but last thing I recall was seeing her fly right level to me. Anyway one of your lot arrived as the screams had alerted the area. He must have seen what was happening as I came to earth.Seems many came to help me who knew me as a window cleaner. Anyway here I was in a hospital bed with only concussion. I read it in that evening news. Woman died by accident in Brick Lane flats. Not right at all but I hear that same copper who helped me died just a moment later. Seems he too met Lady Green eyes ,face to face.”

Story continued next week.

Eternal.

The night is cold winter is at the throat of darkness and the little lamp lighted street is silent other than the patter of heavy rain upon the roof tops of terraced city property. A young man is with raincoat over his head at the door of a guest house. it is the only door painted red in this street. We take our tale inside as viewers.

 

“Come in sir.Your wet in this rain. I am happy to serve you with food. ”

“I thank you fair Iilania.”

“You know my name. How?” she took two steps back and looked at his youthful face. Fire brimmed in those dark eyes.

“Come now child .I was directed here ,yes, by -,someone ,He told me who to ask for.No more than that. Have you wine and a meal, I can pay you well.”

She nodded and left to see the kitchen. He took off the great coat from around his shoulders and stood in the black suit watching the fire glow around the room.  An electric lamp shone over the table and as he was about to seat himself the return of the landlady bringing a tray of ware to him. He settled down to drink the wine and pick at the meat.

“It was fresh from the market first thing this morning .Is it alright sir,you look vexed.”

He looked up at her with brighter face than she had seen at the door. He smiled and raised his glass in way of thanks. She wanted to sit and watch this most strange man but that she knew was rude and so made her self a way back into the back room.  About an hour went by she could hear no sound in the next room. Thinking him asleep she edged her way to that door . The room was empty the fire dead and the wine bottle missing. The hot meat lay untouched save for teeth bites in one end that shocked her much. She lifted the plate to find his card and twenty pound note folded next to it. As the wine cost 5 and the meal 4 pounds and he had clearly left her home his long gray coat too had gone she considered it profit and bolted the main door for the night.

Over the next few nights she dreamed of this man which terrified her.His gentle bearded face she could not get out of her mind. She lived on her own since her mother had died in the March last. She could tell no one.She had taken down the sign for bed and breakfast long ago as winter was her rest time. This man who was he that came to her at night. The card fell from the table as she dusted the room next morning. She decided to make a call on him as insider her pounding heart she truly desired to know.  So it was that this poor lady went the way of others.Her body found sat in a church pew by vicar and the sidesman. Dead was she drained of blood and whiter than snow, dead was she.

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Over the police case Inspector James had come to interview this man at 12 Corner Parade. A flat over a tobacconist shop. The stairs leading steeply up to a brown faded door that when opened led into a nicely laid out lounge. James was not alone at his side his able constable  Briggs pencil and pad in hand. Not a soul was in that room save they.

On a walk around certain observations did they observe. Photographs of Rome and a girl very pretty looked out from the print with sad countenance. A silver coffee pot steamed on a silver tray set on the highly polished marble table near the fire ,set but not lit.

It was then that they looked up to see this fellow stood between them.He looked into their faces with a certain mischief in his eyes.

 

“How did you do that trick .You are Valentine De Mortica I take it.?”

“I am, police officer, that same man. Come I have set coffee for you. I have cake and some fine rare cheese if it takes your interest wine too. ”

” You are expecting someone sir?”

‘Not now Inspector. You see you are here already. Please take a seat, how rude of me not to suggest that you must relax. ”

” I have come here to interview you over the death of Miss Jones of 45 lavender lane. You are known to have visited her on that exact evening of her death. ”

“Yes that is true.I did. ”

‘ Who are you and where are you from?”

” I am a native of Rome .My name you have, what more can I say on what you demand.”

” I want the truth sir. Did you kill her?”

” Direct. inspector .I see.But do you?”

“How do you mean. Look I am loosing my temper with this circus act of movement .Sit down here and tell us all you know. ”

“Then I will , of course. I must start at the beginning. It must be said before hand that you will need proof .I am not so sure that you will want the proof but I freely will give it if that is what you desire.Then you must tell me that is what you both desire. The whole truth I mean”.

‘But of course man you must tell us all .You killed her I know now. ‘

“No she is not dead to me sir. But onward from the start.

It was the year 1723 I was but a young man looking for a woman in the built up area behind the Opera House in Milan. Her hair was so fine and like an angel her countenance .Her scent filled me with excitement and her soft breasts against me ,full passion arose. Then she leaned her head on my shoulder;  like that of a child at play .She sunk into my neck, – painfully . For only a tick of the clock ,painfully, then rapture and joy,  passion as I had never known. It was my rebirth at  that moment, you see. Green her eyes hooded her head and pale her lovely face.  She made me who I am.”

1723 .You are say maybe  23 now maybe 26 but no more .What tale is this sir. I came to take you in and gave you the chance to come clean. Not this fantasy.”

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” The darkness I call it inspector.  So,  and now for your proof. ”

The flat above the tobacconist  shop filled with doctors pathologist and police crowded into that room. The dead inspected had been killed by dagger by the flat tenant now vanished. The pathologist left .The policeman filed out one by one and the doctor closed his leather case. The Inspector and his Constable both dead .Bodies only and now being taking on to the morgue.

From that day to this the case has gone on with dead ends . No Valentine De Mortica existed and three murders but one vanished corpse out of city morgue was never accounted for. The lady owner of the guest house was never found. It was a sad end indeed to a story .Then the teller know it all. We may meet in time and place and Ill ask what you really desire then. Go carefully my dear. For joy as you have never know and life ETERNAL is what I offer.

 

One hopes my loyal readers will sigh at this short tale of immortality.

Yours as always and forever .Sir Kevin.

 

copyright Kevin James Parr Bt 2020.