Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka Mourns A Friend

April 28, 2021 at 10:31 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mystery, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , )

The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka mourns the passing of a friend.

It was April 28th 1939.

And the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka was visiting a sick friend who had a bee farm in the South Downs of Sussex.

“I must confess I have been poisoned,” said her friend as he lay in bed, “Really quite stupid of me. I have made a study of poisons all my life. And I really should have noticed the deadly combination of bee venom, cobra venom and tarantula venom that was put in my honey that I then put in my tea. I can’t believe I’ve been so positively sloppy in my methods of observation.”

“Who poisoned you?” Tanaka asked.

“It was Fraulein Immergrun the waitress down at the village pub,” her friend answered, “I really should have become suspicious when she returned a bucket of my own honey to me as a gift. And I should have been even more suspicious when I discovered that the honey was a different colour from the honey I raised with my bees.”

“Your mind was no doubt on other things,” Tanaka spoke in an accusing voice.

“What do you mean by that?” Her friend inquired.

“Let’s just say that Fraulein Immergrun is no doubt very popular at the Munich Oktoberfest in Bavaria,” Tanaka answered in firm fashion, “As she carries quite a lovely big pair of jugs.”

“I get the feeling you’re not talking about beer,” her friend remarked in a somewhat flushed state.

“It doesn’t take a detective to see what she’s got,” Tanaka stated matter of factly.

“I suppose not,” her friend agreed.

“Do you want me to call your sister?” Tanaka asked.

“I suppose,” her friend bit his lip, “No use calling my brother as he has been dead these seven years.”

Tanaka used the phone in the next room and called the sister.

“What did she have to say?” Her friend inquired.

“She says she’s going to come down here and whip you back to life again,” Tanaka answered.

“Spoken like a true professional dominatrix,” her friend started drumming the fingers of his left hand on the lamp table next to him.

“She is that,” Tanaka acknowledged, “and she looks so young.”

“Yes,” her friend agreed, “She doesn’t look a day over 30 and yet she’s the same age as me- 85. She being my twin sister. She had told me once that she had once eaten a specially prepared meal of Lingzhi supernatural mushrooms that had made her immortal. I didn’t believe her at the time. But now over 40 years later, it’s the only explanation that makes any sense. Unless she’s got a Dorian Gray like portrait painting of herself hanging in a room somewhere.”

“Why did Fraulein Immergrun poison you?” Tanaka asked.

“Because she’s working for the Nazis and Der Fuhrer,” her friend lay his head back on his pillow, “Something that I sadly have only deduced while I lay here dying.”

“Why do Hitler and the Nazis want you dead?” Tanaka wiped her friend’s brow with a wet face cloth.

“A couple of years ago that Member of Parliament Winston Churchill hired me to research the Nazis and asked me what conclusions I’d come to on what their global agenda is,” her friend coughed, “All my research papers on the topic are in that drawer over there. I imagine I’ve reached the same conclusion on their geopolitical agenda as our friend Winnie has. What Churchill probably isn’t aware of is their merger of Science and Sorcery, of Technology and the Occult. For most of my professional life, I didn’t really believe in sorcery, magic or the occult. But now having researched Nazism not only in its political but also its mystical aspects, the Nazis seem to be in contact with let’s just say… very dark powers.”

“Really?” Tanaka looked penetratingly at her friend.

“I just thought of something else at the moment,” her friend noted.

“What?” Tanaka asked.

“A really overwhelmingly compelling argument for the existence of God,” her friend spoke in hushed tones.

“What is it?” Tanaka asked.

At that moment, her friend died.

And Sherlock Holmes, once of #221 B Baker Street London, took his overwhelmingly compelling argument for the existence of God to the grave with him.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday, April 28th
2021

2 Comments

  1. Dawn Renee said,

    Perhaps Sherlock will scatter compelling, materialized, elementary clues based upon the findings from his new residency at #221 A Maker’s Street.

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