Sunday, July 30, 2006


As he stood in the gathering light, Siegfried felt a tingling in his right hand, then realized Elaina had risen from her bed and was standing beside him. She had placed her hand in his and had moved closer to him. He could feel a gentle pressure where she had encircled her arm with his, then felt, with all his senses, the rapture of her head resting on his shoulder.

He turned his head to her, just inches, and the smell of jasmine was replaced by her fragrance. The redolence drew him to the Princess` hair and he breathed deeply of her. His sigh seemed to release the moment she looked upwards at him and Siegfried gathered her in his arms. Their first kiss was gentle, just a touch, then their eyes met. Siegfried kissed the moisture escaping from her eyes, then held her closely, his left hand gently immersed in her hair.

“Oh Elaina, how I`ve longed for this moment. Could you love me?”

“I do love you, Siegfried. With all my heart and soul.”

“Then, we will be married, my love?”

“Yes, my darling, but first, the words.”

“I love you, my Princess, and I will do everything in my power to make you proud of me. With you by my side, our destinies will be fulfilled.”

As he spoke these words, a black butterfly flew through the window and alighted on Siegfried`s arm. Elaina drew back with a gasp and cried, “Oh no! Please don`t visit us now!”

Siegfried brushed the butterfly off his shoulder and said “Don`t be alarmed, my love. It`s only a butterfly and can`t harm you.”

“Oh, but Siegfried, it spoke to me. Didn`t you hear it?”

“No my beloved. And its words?”

“Just these, ‘light bringing love and laughing death’. Do you know its meaning?”

Siegfried drew Elaina close to him. “It`s nothing to concern you, Elaina. Just an omen I`ve heard twice before. Words that might have had power at one time. But no longer. Our love renders these foolish words meaningless!”


Thursday, July 27, 2006


The next morning, just before dawn, Siegfried presented the King`s note to the guard of the moat. The drawbridge was quickly lowered and Siegfried entered the castle and was given instructions to the Princess` chamber. He dismissed the guard at her chamber door and softly, silently opened the door to the Royal rooms.

It was very dim inside, the only light coming from the dawning just now blanching the night sky. Siegfried crept to the bed sitting directly under the open windows, smelling the perfume of jasmine that was growing ivy like on the small veranda.

Looking down on the bed, Siegfried was able to distinguish the form of a young woman lying on her side facing the night sky. Her blonde hair seemed to shimmer on the pillows as it reflected the sun`s first awakenings. Eyes closed, the Princess breathed softly, just the hint of a smile on her lips.

Siegfried bent closely to her and gently kissed that smile. He could feel the Princess stirring at his touch and he spoke the words that he begged would win her heart. “Please don`t be afraid, my Princess. Your father the King has granted me permission to try to win your heart. Before opening your eyes, I beg you hear my words.”

Elaina lay still, only a quivering on her lips confirming her wakefulness.

“Last evening while approaching your castle, I was met by a woodbird who sang to me from a rosebush. It spoke of your beauty and told me to awaken you with a kiss. The bird also said that I should try to win your love with the voice of my heart. And so, hear is my appeal."

"My name is Siegfried; I am a poet and a warrior. I have never felt fear before this day. It is such a strange feeling! And what is it that brings me to my knees in supplication? Only a brushing of your lips, the merest tasting. I fear for my happiness if I was forever denied that pleasure. And yet I am more fearful for you. I hope you can understand, it is our destiny to love each other. There is no one else on this earth that will be more faithful, more passionate to you. My heart vibrates at the thought of us. Can you feel it? A murmurring within you, like a woodbird`s call, ‘Coo coo---coo coo’. I come to you at dawn`s light to protect my soul from bursting.”

Siegfried withdrew from the bed, standing at the open windows. “Elaina, oh such a word! A name to inspire the poorest soul, yet here I stand, babbling on, saying nothing. I must try one last time.” Closing his eyes, sensing only the sweet smell of jasmine, Siegfried continued:

I kiss your lips,
So soft
I`m afraid of bruising.

Your hair,
Blonde as wheat,
My fingers
long to glean.

Eyes smiling
Will dazzle
My heart.


Saturday, July 22, 2006

" A PRINCESS TALE " Part Three

The King was puzzled. “Do you understand the meaning of this omen?”

“No, my Lord. I only know that my destiny and that of the Princess Elaina are intertwined.” Siegfried bowed to the King, asking “Sire, do I have your permission to present myself to your daughter?”

The King placed his hand upon Siegfried`s shoulder. “My son, it will be my greatest pleasure if you were to win my daughter`s heart. Go to her now, and Godspeed!” The King hurriedly wrote a short note and gave it to the Prince. “This note will grant you access to Elaina`s castle. Present it to the guardian of the moat and the drawbridge will be lowered.”

Siegfried withdrew from the King`s presence, rushing to mount his horse for the ride to the Princess` castle. By the time Siegfried reached the castle the sun had descended behind the mountain on which it was standing. As Siegfried paused, pondering the significance of his meeting with the Princess Elaina, a small woodbird called to him from a rosebush directly in front of him.

“Coo, coo”, it said. “Have you come to face your destiny, Siegfried?”

“I have, dear bird. Yet I must ask you for assistance. Can you explain these words to me, ‘light bringing love, and laughing death’?”

“Coo, coo”, the woodbird responded. “I see you remember me, oh Prince. I will offer you half the puzzle. You must sleep here tonight and approach the castle just before dawning. At first light you must be at the Princess` side. If you awaken her with a kiss, Elaina`s powers of beauty may be muted. In her languor, you may use the potency in your poetry to win her heart.”

“Oh, thank you, kind bird. And what do you see of my chances?”

The woodbird replied, “Coo, coo” and flew away into the night sky.


Friday, July 21, 2006


Siegfried`s reputation preceeded him wherever he traveled. A renowned poet, there were many myths that surrounded his heritage. It was said that he was the grandson of Wotan, the great warrior King who ruled all of the mighty kingdoms across the ocean.

With Nothung, the magical sword he was able to forge in order to slay the evil dragon Fafner, Siegfried roamed the world in search of his destiny. His grandfather had granted Siegfried many virtues including an inability to know fear and it was this fearlessness that led to his confrontation with Wotan.  

The great King was aware of his grandson`s destiny and confronted him when Siegfried was about to embark on his journey across the ocean. Siegfried did not recognize his grandfather and insolently broke Wotan`s spear with one blow from Nothung. Wotan withdrew, leaving the fate of the world in Siegfried`s hands.

In the new world Siegfried disguised himself as a poet and traveled throughout the lands, always on the alert for circumstances that would allow his destiny to be fulfilled. His reputation as a poet spread far and wide and he was granted audiences in the Royal Courts of every country. And so it came to pass that Siegfried learned of the plight of the beautiful Princess Elaina; he traveled to her land and was granted an audience with her father the King.

Siegfried explained to the King how he had learned of his destiny. When he had slain the dragon Fafner, on drawing his sword from the corpse, his hands were burned by the dragon`s blood. He instinctively put his hands to his mouth and upon tasting the blood was immediately able to understand the song of a woodbird that had perched patiently while Fafner was slain.

The bird explained that Siegfried would one day meet the most beautiful of princesses, one who was so lovely that she lived her life as if surrounded by fire. Through his words he would capture her love and they would fulfill their destinies. The King was very excited by the tale told to him and he asked Siegfried to reveal their future to him. The young Prince could only reply that the woodbird had left him with the omen that their union would bring “light-bringing love, and laughing death”.


Thursday, July 20, 2006


“Tell me of
your wondrous stories”
she begged.

“You could always make
my heart aflutter,
as on a precipice.”

“Smiling, holding out
your hand,
tempting me to
the escarpment.”

Once upon a time there was a Princess so lovely, so beautiful, that her very presence disturbed the tranquility of her father`s kingdom. Even as a child she mesmerized the royal court; her father the King had to raise his voice to break the spell she held over his lords and ladies. Very little work was being accomplished in his daily audiences and the King had to find other diversions for his daughter. The choices were few as her guards, though heartfully devoted to her welfare, proved unable to perform their service when in her presence.

The Princess seemed to awaken a feeling of tranquility wherever she appeared, the food vendors and farmers in the marketplace would fall mute and become statue-like as she strolled by. She soon learned not to smile in public, the faintest glimmering of happiness on her face brought such joy to the common folk that they swooned and collapsed at the elation that filled their hearts.

As the Princess grew to be a young woman, the King could no longer allow her freedom of movement in his kingdom. As much as he loved his daughter he was responsible for the wealth and security of his kingdom and the Princess` very presence produced only happiness and stupor in his subjects.

The King thought to himself, “Oh, if only the Queen hadn`t died giving birth to our daughter. She would know what to do.” The Princess was an only child which intensified the King`s worries. What would happen when he died? Princess Elaina`s beauty engendered slavish devotion throughout the land, from the highest lord to the lowliest peasant, yet their love for her seemed to drain their life`s energy.

And so it came to pass that the King had a beautiful castle built on the highest mountain in the country. He surrounded it by a large moat and defended it with a cadre of his personal Royal Guard who were forbidden to enter the castle. Within were the Princess Elaina and her personal servants, who through close personal contact over many years were able to serve her while remaining upright if not overly alert.

On the Princess` birthday, in July of each year, the King issued a proclamation to all of the neighboring royalty. If any young man of royal blood were able to remain sensible and alert while in his daughter`s presence for one hour he would be granted the Princess` hand in marriage. Within two years every eligible bachelor from all of the neighboring kingdoms had presented themselves to her.

One young Prince, from the kingdom of Neder, seemed to have not succumbed to her beauty and the King`s hopes were raised for a marriage. The Prince had taken a magic potion given to him by his court sorcerer which clouded his vision. He was able to approach the princess and sit closely by her and, as an hour in her presence was nearing, he boldly spoke to her.

“My dear Princess Elaina. Your father has promised your hand to anyone of royal blood who is able to withstand the temptation of your beauty for an hour. It has now been fifty five minutes and I remain alert and by your side. May I have your consent to this marriage?”

Elaina spoke the one word “Yes” and the Neder prince fell to the floor in a deep swoon. In his high anxiety, he had never considered the love and happiness that one simple word from her would release. After the Neder prince`s failure there seemed to be no one left who had the temerity to be in her presence.

Until Siegfried!


Saturday, July 08, 2006


In Vermont
It`s evening.
The pond is quiet,

Smoke from the fire
Licks my nose,
Awakens me
From reverie.

My son is sleeping,
Comforting me.
His existence defines
My worth.

To know, within me,
Love will exist forever,
In heaven,
Or the ether.


Saturday, July 01, 2006


A fellow blogger sent me this song for use with the "VAMPIRE" books.
INKUBUS SUKKUBUS "Vampire Erotica"



Carrie`s Journal

I must forgo much reporting of my personal experience over the past hours to chronicle Dr. van Helsing`s account of the activities of last evening. Vlad and Elaina left for the opera without incident, arriving there just before dusk. The rest of our group were in their assigned places around du Chatelet and saw Vlad and Elaina enter the building.

Shortly after dusk, a limousine pulled up to the front entrance and a woman who perfectly fit the description of Mondrian exited the vehicle, accompanied by a young man in evening clothes. They were immediately escorted inside by an anxious functionary of the Opera House. Wagner`s "Die Walkure" was of such length that it required an early curtain, yet Vlad later reported that the overture was not started until Mondrian was seated. Such power does money bestow on us!

At first intermission Vlad and Elaina approached Mondrian`s box. They stood silently as Vlad awaited Mondrian`s sense of him to invade her consciousness. Without facing him, she spoke, "Ah, Vlad. I`ve been so looking forward to seeing you again. But, I notice a certain something about you, your essence. Don`t tell me! You`ve allowed yourself to be stripped of your power. Oh, this is wonderful!"

"My dear Mondrian, I am who I am. May I introduce my companion Elaina?"

Mondrian turned to face the couple,"And the full name, Elaina?"

Elaina smiled and replied, "I prefer the one name, Countess. I don`t expect that we`ll become friends."

"As you wish, my dear. And may I introduce Maurice, one name only. Maurice, this is the former Alucard, now merely Count Vlad Tepes." Maurice stood and bowed, saying nothing.

"To save a tiresome conversation, Vlad, do you really have the temerity to face me as a human being? And is that old man with you?"

Vlad smiled, "My dear, I have no need of aid in destroying you. Remember it was I who made you vampire. Only I have the knowledge of who you are, your weaknesses. And I will have you."

A darkness veiled Mondrian`s face as she replied, "Be careful what you wish for, Count. You wouldn`t want to be deprived of that cherished humanness."

Vlad bowed, took Elaina`s arm in his and withdrew.

Outside the Opera House, the three teams were meeting as van Helsing wanted to confirm Mondrian`s identity. Lucinda had contacted Interpol and had the license plate of the suspected limousine traced to a rental company. The company confirmed that the vehicle was leased to a Countess Bluczek, Mondrian`s real name. Armed with this information, the three teams went back to their waiting vehicles.

After an interminable wait, du Chatelet`s doors opened and the opera goers began to leave. The teams could see Vlad and Elaina enter their vehicle and shortly afterward Mondrian and her companion were driven away in their limousine. James and Lucinda were perfectly positioned to follow and they quickly but unobtrusively took up the chase.

Van Helsing had cautioned against using radio communication so he and John as well as Claire and Sean slowly followed using GPS. It took some 15 minutes to get a clear fix on Lucinda and James` vehicle. By the time they had GPS communication with the first team`s car it was not moving! The teams sped to the position identified and found an empty vehicle sitting at the entrance to the famed cemetary, "Cimitiere Pere Lachaise". Wearing crosses, carrying weapons equipped with bullets made from silver, the four of them cautiously entered the cemetary.

Van Helsing led his companions slowly forward down the central path of the cemetary. It was simply too dangerous to separate into groups. Even the four of them may prove no match for Mondrian, but he knew that his companions were willing to take the risk if it meant rescuing Lucinda and James.

He could feel the palpable anger in Lieutenant Kelly, could feel it ever since they arrived at the entrance of "Pere Lachaise". It took all of his control to dampen that emotion in himself. Van Helsing was well aware of John`s love for Lucinda, yet knew of the man`s professionalism; John would react cooly when the time came, he was sure.

As the Doctor`s flashlight led them deeper into the cemetary, he motioned for the group to stop. Bending closely to the cobbled walkway, he silently called the group forward. There were fresh drops of blood on the stones, seemingly leading off to the right. He gestured to John to follow him off the pathway, leaving Sean and Claire to guard the rear.

Concern and anxiety increased with the volume of blood in the trail they were following. The two men quickened their pace and, in the distance, saw what appeared to be a body lying on a stone monument. John rushed past him, stumbling in the dark, then reaching the body. "Abe, it`s Lucinda! Hurry!"

When van Helsing reached them he could see Lucinda`s body in John`s arms and he silently said a prayer as he bent over to check the pulse in her neck. "John, she`s alive! Her pulse is weak and she`s in shock, but she`s breathing!"

"To hell with the noise, Doc. I`m getting her right out of here. Where`s the nearest hospital?" John picked Lucinda up and the two men returned to their companions. Van Helsing spoke, "Claire, you know Paris, drive John and Lucinda to the nearest hospital. Just one moment."

The Doctor took out a pad and pencil and scribbled a message. "John, this is the private number of the General Secretary of Interpol. Call him from the car and have him call the French Foreign Office. When Lucinda is examined, if there are two bite marks on her neck or at any other access to her bloodstrem, I want her blood to be completely replaced! I`ve written a message to the attending physician addressing the same issue. With the general secretary being involved I will have no worries about my instructions being questioned. Hurry now and Godspeed."

As Claire and John left the cemetary, Sean and van Helsing ventured back on the bloody trail, pausing at the monument where Lucinda was discovered. As they were about to continue, the soundless evening was pierced by the roar of a wolfen wail, then another. The men stood silently, waiting for the growls to repeat themselves. Once again, the two wolf howls, and the men were able to orient themselves to the general direction of the sounds.

"Sean, we must hurry! James must be with them. If we have any chance to save him, we must find him immediately. And, did you hear the pitch of those howls?"

Sean nodded and replied, "Yes, Abe. There are clearly two of them."

As the two men prepared to continue deeper into the cemetary, van Helsing`s flashlight revealed a Catholic rosary lying where Lucinda was discovered.

"Sean, I think I know how Lucinda`s life was spared. The wolves must have been repelled by the power of this rosary as they drew close for the attack. And yet, they were able to get close enough to cause her great harm. I can only assume that the rosary was not immediately visible to these fiends."

Sean was a few steps ahead of the Doctor and he replied "I think I may know what happened, Doc. Right in front of me is the beginnings of another bloody trail! I`ll bet that`s James` rosary and that he threw it on Lucinda as he saw the wolves worrying her. He must have sacrificed himself to draw the wolves away from her!"

Van Helsing joined him and said "Sean, there`s no time to lose, we`ll follow the bloody trail as quickly as we can. Keep your gun in your hand and make sure the cross around your neck is clearly visible. If we can get close enough, the consecrated silver bullets we have in our Glocks will destroy them."

The two men followed the trail deeper into the cemetary. They stopped twice at places where James had either stumbled or been thrown to the ground. "Damn them. Doc, they`re playin` with him. They could have killed him whenever they wanted. Especially here, where he fell a second time."

"You`re right, Sean. It`s almost as if they wanted to leave a trail, to draw us in. Well, they might have been overconfident in their frenzy. If we can get close enough....."

At that moment both men recoiled as they heard loud squeaking above them and caught the sight of two large bats soaring away from them towards the cemetary entrance.

"That`s them, dammit" said Sean.

Van Helsing nodded and the two men rushed forward. Directly in front of them was a large crypt with the name Cartolome chiseled above the doorway. On the two steps leading to the entrance they found James` body. It was a sight so gruesome that both experienced investigators had to turn away for a moment in order to gain control of the upset raging in their bodies.

James` body seemed a mass of entrails; the monsters had been feeding on him. Lying next to the body was his head. His spinal column lay exposed, his neck had been eaten, destroyed. Van Helsing removed the cross from around his neck and placed it on the body where James` heart would have been.

"Sean, before we call the police, let us kneel and offer a prayer over his body. His suffering must have been indescribable but he died a hero and he died as a human being. We must thank God for that and ask for his assistance in exterminating the evil that caused this."

After Dr. van Helsing and Sean finished their silent prayers over James` body, the Dr. called his contact in the French National Police, Chief Inspector Solon, requesting his presence at the cemetary. Jean-Claude Solon was a man with whom van Helsing had shared many adventures and he was the driving force in persuading the Foreign Office to request Interpol`s assistance in the mysterious deaths about Paris. Solon had also discretely phoned van Helsing in advance of the Foreign Office`s request so that the gravity of the situation was made quite clear to his friend. It was evident to the Chief Inspector that he was dealing with a series of deaths that urgently called for the Doctor`s singular talents.

Solon wasted no time in responding to van Helsing`s phone call and within fifteen minutes he had arrived at the cemetary with his two most trusted assistants. Sean escorted them to the murder scene where they found van Helsing guarding the remains.

“Good evening, Chief Inspector. The body you see is of my head of security here in Paris. James Lacorte died a hero protecting the life of Lucinda Williams. As you can see from the remains, his was no ordinary death. Such destruction could only be caused by giant animals in a feeding frenzy.”

“They were wolves then, Abraham?”

“Yes, my friend. James and Lucinda were on the trail of our known vampire and her consort. You must have faith in my judgement, Jean-Claude. Count Tepes identified her at the opera this evening and we were prepared to follow her to her lair. However, it is evident that I underestimated her abilities. She evidently sensed our trap and led Lucinda and James directly here.”

As van Helsing lit a cigarette, it was obvious how the night`s events had effected him. Sean spoke, “Abraham, you mustn`t blame yourself. We took every precaution.”

Van Helsing shook his head in thanks, then bent over James` body as he spoke “My dear friend, the least that I can promise you is that your sacrifice will not be in vain. Upon my soul, Mondrian Bluczek and her consort will be destroyed.”

c 2006 Deabler, V.T.

La Boheme