Carson Cody Albion Meets Princess Arabella

January 4, 2021 at 11:52 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

The world famous belly dancer Princess Arabella in Cairo Egypt in 1949

Los Angeles Private Eye Carson Cody Albion was spending his holidays in Egypt.

After seeing the pyramids and sailing along the Nile, Albion returned to Cairo.

In his hotel lobby, a thorougly inebriated British businessman told Albion he should go to the Qadshu Bazaar Nightclub and see the belly dancer Princess Arabella.

“Is she a real princess?” Albion asked as he lit himself a cigarette.

“She has no royal blood in her,” the businessman explained, “but she definitely is a princess of dance.”

The businessman then fell face forward into the lobby fountain where he was swallowed by a giant goldfish.

“That’s the seventh time this week that’s happened to one of our hotel guests,” the hotel manager pulled his hair out.

Albion walked down to the Qadshu Bazaar Nightclub to see Princess Arabella as the dancer was called.

He very much enjoyed her show.

Afterwards he walked backstage to her dressing room:

“Did you enjoy the show, Mr. Albion?” She asked him as she smiled.

“You’ve heard of me?” Albion was surprised.

“Carson Cody Albion,” the Princess enunciated each one of his names very carefully, “The Egyptian goddess Isis spoke of you as did the Syro-Phoenician goddess Atargatis and Semiramis the Queen of Babylon”.

“You seem to get around in divine and semi-divine circles,” Albion lit a cigarette and adjusted his private eye fedora hat atop his head.

“I’m not really a princess,” she smiled.

“So I was told by a thoroughly inebriated pinnacle of British commerce and trade prior to his being swallowed by a goldfish,” Albion blew smoke rings.

“I’m a goddess,” she lay back on her chair.

“I would agree with that epithet,” Albion gazed down appreciately at her.

“The goddess Asherah,” she laughed.

“I’ll have to look up that name in my mythology encyclopedia when I get back to LA,” Albion wrote down her name on his matchbook that had the logo and the name for Qadshu Bazaar Nightclub.

“Why don’t you look me up here while you have the chance?” She walked over to her dressing room couch and lay back on it.

“I like your quick action style of thinking,” Albion took off his fedora and raincoat.

“Well let’s hope you’re a quick action man who takes it nice and slow when it comes to the most important part,” she licked her lips.

“Your Divine Essence,” one of the nightclub waiters entered her dressing room, “one of our guests Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun seems to have choked to death while eating our world famous Alexandrian mollusks. What are we to do?”.

“Alexandrian mollusks are one of a few things that’s positively fatal to normally immortal leprechauns,” Asherah/Arabella, who had read the Irish High King Brian Boru’s Medieval Treatise On Leprechaun Ailments, remarked.

“Is there anything we can do to resurrect him and bring him back from the dead?” The waiter asked, “Having an Irish leprechaun die on the premises will bring bad publicity and be bad for business. The assistant manager has already impaled himself in shame on the spear of the statue of Vlad the Impaler that the bazaar sculptor is working on in his bazaar workshop tent.”

“Giving him a mixture of juniper, cucumber and damask rose is guaranteed to bring a leprechaun back from the dead,” Asherah/Arabella smiled, “or so Asclepius told me just before the Greek god Zeus killed him with a thunderbolt.”

Albion wrote down that remedy for resurrection of leprechauns in his souvenir Qadshu Bazaar Nightclub matchbook just on the off chance it might be needed someday.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday January 4th


  1. Sabiscuit said,

    (I need to stop sitting like that in the office.) That juniper formula is actually quite effective. I hope nobody tries it out. Can’t have immortal leprechauns running amok.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      ROTFL @ “You need to stop sitting like that in the office”. πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ˜…

      Glad to hear the juniper fomula is quite effective.

      No wonder Zeus zapped Asclepius. ⚑

      You definitely can’t have immortal leprechauns running amuk.

      • Sabiscuit said,

        You must get on the viral Congressional opening prayer bandwagon. A Christian pastor prayed to Brahma, and every pagan god, perhaps including the immortal leprechaun, but didn’t realise that amen meant β€œso be it/truly”, and ended his prayer by saying β€œamen” and β€œa woman”. I bland Justin. We like to say peoplekind, quoth he, it’s more inclusive.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Yes, Sabiscuit, I heard about that Congressional prayer ending “Amen” and “Awomen”. πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ˜…

        I see Nancy Pelosi (who’s wearing a mask all the time seems to have deprived her of what little oxygen she had left going to her brain) has successfully put through a Congressional resolution forbidding the use of gender nouns such as “mother, father, brother, sister, son, daughter” in Congressional speeches and debates.

        Yes, Justin and his “peoplekind”.

        Until somebody points out to him that the term “Peoplekind” is discriminatory against those people who are mean.

      • Sabiscuit said,

        Parent, child, sibling it is, then. They should follow UK law enforcement and use the term “appropriate adult.” But how does one distinguish between parents without sounding weird. Or what about one’s sibling’s offspring? What should I call my younger female sibling’s female child? Ah, well.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        I imagine you’d call “whoever it may concern” (as the word “her” is so gender biased) your whatever sibling (of self-chosen rather than biologically born gender) ‘s whatever child (of self-chosen rather than biologically born gender).

      • Sabiscuit said,

        I’m going to do that with my younger female sibling and see what my younger female sibling has to say. Ha ha ha

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        She’ll either think you’re nuts or think you’re a paid member of the U.S. Democratic Party (which I suppose really amounts to one and the same thing).

  2. graham mcquade said,

    She did well to dance in those shoes

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Yes, it must have been quite an amazing feat (and feet) of acrobatics to be able to dance in those shoes. πŸ‘ πŸ‘‘πŸ’ƒπŸ»

  3. Jessica E. Larsen said,

    A formula to bring back the dead… hmm… are you sure you should be sharing that secret here? Someone might steal it (Me: scribbling note fast before you take it down πŸ˜‚)

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Just how to bring leprechauns β˜˜πŸ€ back from the dead. πŸ˜‚

      Not everybody.

      • Jessica E. Larsen said,

        What will happen if this formula is use for humans? πŸ€”

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Well depending on how many glasses of the stuff you drink πŸ₯ƒ, Jessica, you could possibly wake up the next morning with a hangover. πŸ€―πŸ˜‚πŸ˜…πŸ€£

        As those are the ingredients that go into making Hendrick’s Gin (whose TV commercials they’ve just started showing in Canada).

        I’m going to bring that into a future vampire novel chapter but you’ve managed to squeeze that out of me ahead of time, Jessica. πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ˜…

      • Jessica E. Larsen said,

        πŸ˜‚ Really? Now I feel proud for managing to get future intel from you, even if it’s by luck 🀣

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        LOL ! πŸ˜…πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

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