The Sheffield Vampire III
1019 Words
There say love is a terrible, terrible thing.
you can either consume it or otherwise be consumed by it.
The latter is not so fortunate to certain individuals.
Consider. Jackie Newton, the third of our not so fortunate victims in the serial murders of this uncanny vampire.
She was ripped apart, ravaged by something grotesquely familiar to the peelers and whatever was left of her was laid in display to the wildness of the forest.
A displayed spectacle for the owls and the mockingbird.
Arthur Caine noted, that there was indeed a passion to this very gory unbecoming.
The appearance may seem violent but this was a display of repented love.
Which was quite bizarre, he said of a ruthless psychopath.
Now upon my investigation of this eerily Bizzare narrative, I would stumble upon something foul and unbecoming.
A man whose very existence was a revolt against nature itself
A man whom I know by the name Stregoika.
To this very day, I have never met a man as dark and twisted as he, a true incarnation of evil.
I must warn you from here whatever you'll experience will be the stuff of folklore and tales passed down by the ancients,
Beware.
And if you must avoid the cats.
"I've made an appointment with Dr Abbott Renfield a retired psychiatrist and parapsychologist" Cecil offered.
"For what absurd reason have you done that for?" Arthur demanded
"He has more understanding of these happenings than we do.
Practical or theoretical he has more experience of this bizarre behaviour than we possess.
Do you not wish to understand this maniac.
If you wish to, then come along."
Cecil added calmly as Arthur Caine acquiesced
"Alright," Cecil said, "then we shall leave for Dr Abbott's".
It's was a 30 minutes ride from the Melbourne residence to Dr Abbott's mansion.
It was almost sunset, the wind and the air was quite chilly.
The house was huge and unusual, decorated with large gargoyles and Romanesque figures.
The garden was withered and unattended, the grounds were littered with blowing leaves.
As they made their way to the entrance Cecil knocked on the door while Arthur looked around impatiently.
A few seconds later, the door was opened by a man in his early forties.
Dark long hair, green eyes, he was handsome.
His physiognomy was shaped in a hard but pleasant appearance.
Arthur was quizzed by his demeanour, he wondered why would a doctor this vigorous, still full of life retire.
"Welcome Mr Melbourne, glad to see you again," he said
"You must excuse me, gentlemen, I'm terribly fond of the darkness.
I must say I love it when it's dark and only the shadows can see.
The moonlight on this time cast upon the soul reveals anything hidden within."
"Long time Dr Abbott, how are doing these days, I must say I have missed your queer banter," Cecil asked
"I'm jolly good, I've had much more time to do pure research and read as many books as allowed," he said
"So what brings you by," he asked motioning for Cecil to sit down.
"We are here to inquiry more into the mind of the ghastly Sheffield vampire surely you've heard about him," Cecil asked.
"Of course, he is indeed a dark one
I do believe that in the dark that we are all the same
Every holy God righteous fool and every unfaithful sinner.
The darkness accepts all and nothing is without the dark.
Don't you agree Cecil?."
"I do to some degree,
but there's a beauty in the light that quite allures me
and your mansion could use a little of it."
And for a few seconds, the silence was loud enough to create a voice that loomed about the mansion until Cecil interrupted.
"But of course," Cecil continued "we may find intellect is the only distinction between light and darkness, we only do otherwise because we are ignorant as Socrates once said."
"Perhaps the darkness is not truly the enemy of knowledge but rather the wielder" Abbott proposed ardently.
"Perhaps" Cecil replied
"Your companion" Dr Abbott inquired "Cecil he seems quiet, is he mute?"
"Not at all" Cecil replied "Dr Abbott, this my friend Arthur Caine, I think he's just taken with the decor."
"Your house is wonderful, the setting is particularly unique are you sure you're from around here." Arthur Caine inquired.
"I am, born and bred, my grandfather was Romanian, this was his home He built it when he immigrated here.
He came into a substantial fortune and so he decided to move to the new world of the United Kingdom.
The house was passed down to my father and then to me."
"Would you mind if I take a look around, just to soothe my curiosity, I believe such rich history must be preserved?"
"Not at all, it would be my pleasure, make yourself comfortable."
Arthur wandered the halls of the mansion staring at portraits of the Renfield family.
They were old, like paintings from the Renaissance, but of course, the brush works were beautiful, he continued down making his way through the stairs to the second floor until he made his way into a room, from the setting it was the room of a lady.
Arthur found a photograph of a woman on the dresser a photograph of the lovely dowager miss Rebecca Manson.
He studied the photograph for a minute and he realised that the woman in the photo looked vaguely familiar, she was young and she was pretty, but Arthur Caine, felt like he somehow knew her, right then he noticed a shadowy figure breeze past him, but when he turned to look back he was all alone.
Arthur decided it was time to join Cecil and Dr Abbott in the living room so headed down the stairs to rejoin his friend.
"Dr Abbott offers his hospitality, he insists we must stay for the night,"
"How splendid" Arthur Caine replied.
"If you would excuse me, gentlemen, I must retire for the night, my butler will assist you if desire anything," Dr said as walked away.
To be continued.....
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