Celeste and Carson Cody Albion
Celeste
It was the summer of 1983.
And Celeste was visiting New Orleans.
She was New York born and raised.
This was her first trip to New Orleans.
And she was loving it.
She stood in front of a book store in the French quarter with a glass of wine 🍷 in her hand and was enjoying herself thoroughly.
You wouldn’t be caught doing that in front of a book store in New York City unless you were a politician, rock singer or Hollywood film star.
And her father who was a Baptist minister wouldn’t be too pleased about it either.
Good thing that there was no such thing as Internet or social media in those days.
As she stood there, Carson Cody Albion Private Eye noticed her.
“What year is it?” Albion asked as he pointed at her glass.
“What?” Celeste was somewhat taken aback by the question.
“The year of vintage of your wine 🍷,” Albion explained.
“Oh,” Celeste laughed, “I’m not sure but it’s very good.”
“It looks good,” Albion acknowledged.
He smiled and opened the door of the book store.
“You don’t strike me as the bookish type,” Celeste called out.
“No,” Albion looked at her, “What type do I strike you as?”.
“A private eye,” she answered.
“Actually I am a private eye,” Albion stated.
“Yeah, right,” Celeste shook her head.
Albion closed the door and walked back to her.
He showed her his private eye license.
“Wow, you really are a private eye,” Celeste was impressed.
“And I do read books despite being a private eye,” Albion said.
“How many years have you been a private eye?” She asked.
“Quite a number,” Albion answered.
He didn’t mention the fact that he was immortal.
And had become immortal after an encounter with the Syro-Phoenician goddess Atargatis back in the early 1940s.
Or how he once had a private eye practice in New York City back in the early 1930s, moved to New Orleans to establish a practice there in the mid-1930s, then moved to Los Angeles in the early 1940s where he had run a private eye practice ever since.
“Well why don’t you go get your book,” Celeste suggested, “Then meet me in the Blue Buccaneer and we can both have this vintage wine 🍷 of unknown year.”
“An excellent suggestion,” Albion smiled.
Celeste walked to the Blue Buccaneer Jazz Lounge as Albion entered the bookstore.
Celeste paused before walking into the Blue Buccaneer.
Gosh, she thought to herself, she had certainly been very forward with that stranger.
Again her Baptist minister father would not be impressed.
A few minutes later Albion entered the lounge.
“You didn’t get your book,” Celeste noted as the private eye was not carrying a package or bag.
“Someone bought the book before me,” Albion said.
“No other copies?” Celeste sipped her wine 🍷.
“It was a rare edition,” Albion replied.
“What about yourself?” Celeste smiled, “Are you a rare edition?”.
“A very rare edition,” Albion acknowledged.
“Well,” Celeste raised her glass as the waiter brought a glass of the same vintage wine 🍷 to Albion, “Here’s to rare editions.”
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday November 20th
2023.
Daisy and The Private Eye
Daisy
New York based private eye Carson Cody Albion was taking a rare vacation.
To Los Angeles California (where he would later set up a private eye practice).
He was walking around the estate of a big shot Hollywood producer.
That was when he saw her.
Daisy
The private eye was speechless.
“Hello,” was the only word that came out of his mouth.
“Hello,” the woman smiled at him.
“The name is Carson Cody Albion,” said the private eye.
“Do you always list all 3 of your names when introducing yourself?” The beautiful woman had an aura of joyful whimsy about her.
“It’s in honour of my father,” Albion explained, “He was a big fan of tales of the American Wild West. So it’s Carson after Kit Carson. And Cody after Buffalo 🦬 Bill Cody.”
“I see,” the woman nodded, “Now I understand. That’s perfectly acceptable.”
“What is your name?” Albion inquired.
“Daisy,” the woman answered.
“Do you always give a single name when introducing yourself?” Albion asked.
“I didn’t think we were on a last name basis,” Daisy had another whimsical glint in her eye.
“My God, what a witty conversation,” a Hollywood scriptwriter commented, “Mind if I take notes?”.
“It’s all right with me,” Albion accepted a drink from one of the catering staff.
“All right with me,” Daisy likewise accepted a drink.
“Daisy eh?” Albion sipped his drink, “It reminds me of Long Island cocktail parties for some reason.”
“Yes,” Daisy nodded, “Except my last name isn’t Buchanan.”
“So you’ve read The Great Gatsby as well?” Albion remarked in reference to F. Scott Fitzgerald’s 1925 novel.
“Hasn’t everyone who’s anyone?” Daisy asked.
“I’ve never read it,” W. C. Fields quipped as he walked by, “Now where did that fellow with the drink tray go?”.
Fields went off in search of the fellow with the drink tray.
“So, what are you doing at this party?” Albion asked Daisy.
“The host promised me a leading role in his next picture,” Daisy replied.
“And do you believe him?” Albion inquired.
“Of course not,” Daisy shook her head, “I’m not naive. I know how this town operates.”
“Excuse me,” Fields approached Albion, “But someone was telling me that you’re a private eye. Is that true?”.
“It is,” Albion nodded.
“Do you carry a gun on you?” Fields wanted to know.
“I do,” Albion answered.
“Then, my good sir,” Fields adjusted his tie, “I was wondering if I could borrow your gun. I see Mae West has just walked in. And I was wanting to avoid any incriminations she might make if I go over and say Hello.”
-A short story
written by Christopher
Saturday November 18th
2023.
The Femme Fatale Art Thief
The femme fatale art thief
A Marilyn Monroe Halloween
Marilyn Monroe At Halloween
It was Halloween 1954
And Carson Cody Albion
Knocked at the door
Myend was what the sign on the door said
Whoever owned the house called Yourend had fled
So Albion had come knocking knocking on Myend’s door
Private eye he was, no raven saying “Nevermore”.
It was no Pallas Athena that opened the door
But Marilyn Monroe in witch’s apparel without any gore
A lovely witch she was with candles four
And a lovely dress J. Edgar Hoover would die for
Said Marilyn, “Hast thou come knocking at my entrance door?”
Said Albion, “Thou hast knockers that defy gravity’s floor.”
Said Marilyn, “Dost thou love me even though I be poor?”
“I do,” said Albion, “I bought this ring at the jewellery store.”
The curtain and the veil in the temple tore
Baskerville hound lost its footing in the moor
Only PH Unbalanced remained a colossal bore
But the rest of the cosmos rejoiced encore
What sorcery is this that has done this for?
Love’s beating heart yet beats some more
A tale to be told like in days of yore
Albion entered the house as cats and dogs and rain doth pour.
-A Carson Cody Albion poem
and Halloween poem
written by Christopher
Thursday October 13th
2022.
Semiramis On The Night of The Hunter’s Moon
Semiramis the Queen of Babylon on the Night of The Hunter’s Moon
The full moon in October is called the Hunter’s Moon.
And Semiramis the Queen of Babylon was out standing in the moonlight in the backyard gardens and gazebo grounds of the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s colossal West London estate.
The Queen of Babylon was not sure why she was there on this night of all nights.
The Night of the Hunter’s Moon.
She just felt drawn to come here tonight for some reason.
The Hunter’s Moon, Semiramis thought.
Interesting as she recalled her husband Nimrod of many millenia ago was called in Genesis Chapter 10 “a mighty hunter against the Lord”.
Today Nimrod the once “mighty man” is a little green frog who is occasionally seen in the company of the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith, is also seen in the company of the cigarette smoking demon Asmodeus and also serves as an advisor to NASA on the Artemis moon rocket program (even though he knows nothing whatsoever about building moon rockets).
Semiramis suddenly heard footsteps approaching as she stood alongside the gazebo landing.
It was Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing approaching.
In his right hand he carried a suitcase containing video footage of Russian President Vladimir Putin making out with various high-priced escort call girls in the Catherine The Great Moscow Hilton Hotel in downtown Moscow Russia which is owned by Madame Natasha Rachmaninoff.
Van Helsing and Set Enterprises were hoping to use the video footage to blackmail Putin and prevent him from launching a nuclear attack on Ukraine or the West.
Van Helsing could have sent the video footage to Set Enterprises via the Internet but thought the video footage might be destroyed by Russian hackers or the American CIA’s Science and Research Division (that had been headed by the Operation Paperclip landed immigrant Nazi vampire Dr. Eichmann Mengele since 1950) which wanted global nuclear war or Google just because the technocrats who run Google are a bunch of assholes.
“Van Helsing,” Semiramis gasped.
The Queen of Babylon had encountered Van Helsing on previous occasions.
“Semiramis,” Van Helsing acknowledged the Queen of Babylon.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the spitting image of Carson Cody Albion the private eye?” Semiramis asked.
“A few people have told me that,” Van Helsing answered, “Isn’t Carson Cody Albion the private eye supposed to be immortal? In the same way that Sherrielock Holmes the lesser known twin sister of Sherlock Holmes is likewise literally immortal? Although Sherrielock became immortal as a result of eating a Lingzhi Supernatural Mushroom omelette and drinking a Lingzhi Supernatural Mushroom milkshake. I have no how idea how Carson Cody Albion became literally immortal.”
“Rumour has it,” Semiramis answered, “that he became immortal after drinking milk from the sexy incredible well endowed breasts of my very beautiful and very young looking mother the Syro-Phoenician goddess Atargatis.”
“Really,” Van Helsing was intrigued, “Any idea where your mother is now?”.
“None, whatsoever,” Semiramis replied.
Van Helsing loked disappointed.
He’d have to continue searching for Ponce de Leon’s Fountain of Youth in Florida.
A sudden rumble came from the night sky.
Semiramis and Van Helsing looked up.
It was the Celtic stag god Cernunnos chasing a demon elk.
A couple of years ago a Calgary based geopolitical analyst friend of Renfield’s had written a blog post (out of the blue) about a demon elk seated on a throne in Rome’s catacombs who was being worshipped by a group of Cardinals and Western world political leaders.
Today at the Spanish language evangelical church the geopolitical analyst attended a woman described an experience she had this past Tuesday where she had encountered a demonic looking elk on a highway in Idaho.
The elk smashed her windshield and the woman had to keep her eyes closed so that the glass that covered her face wouldn’t enter her eyes and she’d go blind.
She was rushed to hospital by ambulance where all the glass that surrounded her eyes was carefully removed and thanks to prayer and the amazing team of doctors and nurses, her eyes were saved.
That same Tuesday the geopolitical analyst was having a dream about the Celtic stag god Cernunnos hunting a demon elk.
He was awakened by his bozo landlord who needed to get into his room to the electric control panel in his room so he could momentarily shut off all the power in the house.
The bozo landlord did so.
And did so without stepping on the geopolitical analyst’s tablet that was being charged on the floor.
However the landlord was making such a racket upstairs, the geopolitical analyst decided to go get a haircut as he needed one.
When he got home, he was shocked to discover his tablet and his cord and plug in complete disarray on the floor as the bozo landlord had stepped all over it.
His tablet that had a perfect appearance for years was now full of cracks.
He had been getting severe eyestrain the past few days from trying to read and write on it.
But that was obviously nothing to the terror that this woman in his church must have felt this past Tuesday over the fact that she could possibly go blind with her face and eyelids covered in glass from the broken windshield on her car after her car made contact with a demonic looking elk on a road in Idaho.
Ironically enough, the geopolitical analyst had recently written a blog post about Australia’s notorious Uncle Ernie on a road in Idaho.
And then this woman’s testimony regarding her eyes and eyesight in Church on this Sunday October 9th 2022.
Another amazing thing is this Calgary based geopolitical analyst was raised Anglican and in the Canadian Anglican Book of Common Prayer, October 9th is the Memorial Commemorative Date of Robert Grosseteste a scholar who became the Bishop of Lincoln and died in the year 1253.
Robert Grosseteste studied the science of optics and wrote extensively on the subject.
He also invented the first pair of glasses ever invented in medieval Europe.
Robert Grosseteste also taught the young Roger Bacon science.
Roger Bacon was also the medieval philosopher who invented the Baconian scientific method (It can be found in Roger Bacon’s Magnum Opus which was one of the geopolitical analyst’s favourite books in the Medieval Philosophy class he took at the University of Alberta)).
Scholars of the Enlightenment couldn’t handle the idea of a 13th Century Franciscan monk inventing the Baconian Scientific Method so they lied and claimed that it was the late 16th and early 17th Century Protestant and Rosicrucian Freemason Francis Bacon (who conveniently had the same last name) that came up with the Baconian scientific method.
So in a matter dealing with eyes, a geopolitical analyst has had severe eyestrain the past week from trying to read and write on a cracked tablet, a woman almost lost her eyesight after her car windshield came crashing in during an encounter with a demonic looking elk on an Idaho highway and the geopolitical analyst found all this out in Church on the Anglican Memorial Commemorative Day of Robert Grosseteste the Bishop of Lincoln who studied the science of Optics and invented the first pair of eye glasses in medieval Europe.
A dream about a demon elk, an actual encounter with a demonic looking elk this past Tuesday.
Anything else?
Well the Calgary based geopolitical analyst almost died from severe food poisoning as a kid from eating a piece of undercooked wild game animal meat from… an elk.
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
-Hamlet, Act I, Scene v, lines 167-168.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday October 9th
2022.
Carson Cody Albion Private Eye Writes In The First Person
So this woman was sitting in my room when I woke up this morning.
“All your clothes are on,” I said to her.
“And all your clothes are off,” she winked at me.
Damn I hate it when that happens.
“I’m glad to see you’re standing at attention while they play The Star Spangled Banner on the radio,” she smiled.
“Well actually it was the sight of you first thing in the morning that’s made me stand at attention like this,” I answered.
“I was hoping that would be the case,” she smoothed her skirt.
“Do that again,” I said, “and if I was an English nobleman, you’d be able to sing those old Battle Hymn of the Republic lyrics Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory of The Coming of The Lord.”
“God, you certainly don’t talk like that highly forgettable writer of sasquatch murder mysteries Mister Phil Huston,” her eyes shone like a child’s on Christmas morning.
Needless to say I was rather proud of my North Pole but answered in reply to her comment rather than her eyes, “Thank God for that. But if I ever needed to put myself to sleep rather quickly, it might come in handy to talk and write like Phil Huston.”
“Is there anything you’d like me to do?” The woman asked.
“Yes lie back on the bed and sing Mr. Sandman Bring Me A Dream,” I replied.
“What ever for?” She inquired.
“I want to see who does it better,” I explained, “Me or Neil Gaiman.”
Thirty minutes later she was singing the Carly Simon sung theme song (from the 1977 James Bond film The Spy Who Loved Me) “Nobody Does It Better.”
-A Carson Cody Albion
Detective Story
Written by Christopher
Sunday August 21st
2022.
The Lounge Singer
Cantolina Aguirre the lounge singer
It was May 1949.
And Carson Cody Albion was sitting in a high class cocktail lounge in Los Angeles.
The name of the lounge was The Purple Canary.
Albion wasn’t sure whether there was such a thing as a purple canary.
He thought most canaries were yellow.
But then again up until 1697, most Europeans thought all swans were white.
Then came 1697.
And Dutch explorer Willem de Vlamingh discovered black swans in Australia.
So maybe there are purple canaries.
Perhaps someday one will be found on the moon.
What made him think of the moon just now?
His eyes and ears returned to the singer and the song.
Cantolina Aguirre was singing the song Blue Moon.
When the song was over, Cantolina Aguirre came and sat at Albion’s table.
“Nice of you to sit here,” Albion smiled.
“I’m your contact,” Cantolina explained.
“Contact?” Albion looked puzzled.
“Didn’t Soong Mei-ling hire you to escort weapons from the Aladdin Tea Company Warehouse to the ship Blue Tiger down at the docks?” Cantolina inquired.
Soong Mei-ling was Madame Chiang Kai-shek the First Lady of the Republic of China.
She was the wife of Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek the President of China.
The Kuomintang Chinese Nationalist government was currently in trouble and there was the possibility that China could fall to Mao Tse-tung’s Communists.
Concerned people across the U.S. were sending arms to Chiang’s government worried that the U.S. government wasn’t doing enough.
“She did,” Carson nodded, “but I was expecting my contact to be Chinese.”
“I was born in Shanghai,” Cantolina answered, “My father worked at the Spanish Consulate in the city.”
“Wow, don’t I have egg on my face,” Albion remarked after a waiter accidentally spilled Egg Foo Yung all over him.
Cantolina gave him the passwords he was to use at both the warehouse and the loading docks for the ship Blue Tiger.
Albion stood up to go on his mission.
“I’ll be working here until 2 AM, ” she said as she got up to return to the stage.
“Do you ever make love to any of your contacts?” Albion asked before leaving.
Cantolina grabbed a napkin and wrote on it with her red lipstick.
She then folded the napkin.
“Here’s the answer,” she said as she handed him the folded napkin, “Don’t open it until you walk through that door again.”
Later after Albion had completed the mission, he returned to The Purple Canary and walked through the door.
He opened and unfolded the napkin to read her red lipstick answer to his question.
ONCE IN A BLUE MOON.
Cantolina noticed his entrance and his unfolding of the napkin.
She immediately began singing the song Blue Moon.
-A Carson Cody Albion Short Story
Written by Christopher
Monday May 2nd 2022.
Carson Cody Albion and The Beauty In The Hotel Room
The Beauty In Carson Cody Albion’s Hotel Room
Carson Cody Albion Private Eye went to London town
And discovered London bridge wasn’t falling down
So he went back to his hotel and what he saw caused no frown
For on his bed was a beautiful woman in a very sexy gown
-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday Night May 1st 2022
The Panther Woman and The God of Surprises
Claudia Simon The Panther Woman
Carson Cody Albion, a private eye then based in New Orleans, was spending April of 1935 visiting New York City.
He was visiting an old college acquaintance of his who had now become an inspector in the New York Police Department.
“Inspector Hennessy,” his secretary brought into her boss’ office the private eye from New Orleans, “a Mr. Carson Cody Albion to see you.”
“Carson, my old friend,” the Inspector rushed to greet him.
They discussed old times and college days.
And how the philosopher Hegel (who they had both studied in the same philosophy course they took) was a major pain in the ass.
However Hegel’s influence on the world was profound in the decade of the 1930s.
Hegel, as interpreted through the lens of the left wing Hegelians particularly Marx, was influencing Bolshevism and Communism.
Hegel, as interpreted through the lens of the right wing Hegelians particularly Nietzsche, was influencing Nazism and Fascism.
Inspector Hennessy was then discusing cases he was working on.
One involved a wild animal walking the streets of New York City.
A black coloured panther with golden green eyes who ripped out the throats of its victims.
The other involved a serial killer dressed as a clown who slashed the throats of his victims.
Beside his victims, he left a fortune cookie that always had the same message, “Be prepared to be surprised by the god of surprises.”
Albion said he’d help Hennessy with the case.
As Albion walked back to his hotel, he passed a tarot card reading room.
A very beautiful young woman dressed in the beautiful coloured blouse and skirt of a gypsy woman stood outside.
“A reading, sir,” she smiled at him.
“Why not?” Said Albion.
He did not believe in tarot cards or crystal balls but he had time to kill.
Interestingly enough the reading sort of matched the case his friend Inspector Hennessy was working on.
When the reading was over, the lovely brunette gypsy woman smiled at him and said, “Remember, sir, it takes a thief to catch a thief.”
Curious statement, Albion thought.
Albion was walking by a Church – Saint Raphael’s- when he noticed the priest locking up.
“Good evening, Father,” Albion said.
“Good evening,” said the priest, “You’re Carson Cody Albion are you not?”.
“Why, yes,” Albion nodded, “You know me?”.
“I have a niece who lives in New Orleans,” the priest explained, “She’s sent me newspaper clippings about your exploits. She knows I have a weakness for detective stories- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes, G.K. Chesterton’s Father Brown and Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot.”
“Excellent writers and excellent detectives all of them,” Albion acknowledged.
“Working on a case here in New York?” The priest asked.
Albion mentioned the panther and also the clown serial killer who called himself the God of Surprises.
“This clown serial killer the God of Surprises is a sinister individual,” the priest crossed himself with the Sign of the Cross, “I believe he’s human but yet he’s possesed of a supernatural paranormal power that I believe is demonic in origin.”
“What makes you think that, Father?” Albion was curious.
“I have to go to a hospital to hear confessions but meet me here at the rectory at noon tomorrow,” the priest pointed, “It’s right next to the Church.”
Albion agreed.
At 2 AM Albion woke up.
Feeling restless he decided to go for a walk.
He walked past Saint Raphael’s Church and was surprised to see a moving van out in front.
A moving van in the middle of the night?
At a Church?
The movers were moving Crosses and Crucifixes and statues of Mary and the Saints from the Church into the van.
This is curious, Albion thought.
He looked at the name on the van PILTDOWN AND PEKING MOVERS.
Weird, Albion thought.
The following morning Albion again walked in the direction of the Church.
This time for his noon appointment with the priest rector of Saint Raphael’s at the Church rectory.
He was surprised to see CRIME SCENE yellow tape around the Church building.
Albion figured that possibly the middle of the night movers were in fact burglars and he Albion had neglected to stop them.
“What’s happened here, Hennessy?” Albion asked the inspector when he saw him.
“Well aside from the obvious theft of the Crosses and Crucifixes and statues of Mary and the Saints, the priest Father Lacroix was found dead at the altar with his throat slashed,” Hennessy stated, “along with a fortune cookie carrying the message, BE PREPARED TO BE SURPRISED BY THE GOD OF SURPRISES. Witnesses saw a clown carrying a bloodied knife flee the Church building.”
Hennessy and Albion went to talk to the rectory’s housekeeper to see if she knew if Father Lacroix had any enemies.
The housekeeper, an Irish woman in her mid-50s, sobbed that this clown serial killer the God of Surprises must be demonically possessed.
That’s why the Crosses and Crucifixes and statues of Mary and the Saints were taken out so that the demonic clown serial killer The God of Surprises could enter the Church and kill Father Lacroix.
Indeed it turned out there was no such moving company as PILTDOWN AND PEKING MOVERS.
Albion after helping Hennessy had gone to a local public pool for a swim.
While walking through the pool area he saw this woman.
Albion stopped to look at her.
“You recognize me, monsieur?” the woman spoke with a French accent.
As a matter of fact, he had seen a sketch of her.
In the notebook of one Barnabas Van Helsing a vampire hunter who wasn’t quite as famous as his elder brother Dr. Abraham Van Helsing.
Back in the early 1890s the City of New Orleans had been terrorized by a wild black panther with golden green eyes who killed New Orleans citizens by ripping out their throats.
Van Helsing had caught up with the panther who, the vampire hunter had claimed in his notebook, had shapeshifted into a beautiful woman.
The woman, Van Helsing claimed was an immortal, who turned into a panther on certain nights.
She was a 17th Century French noblewoman named Claudia Simon.
Van Helsing had sketched her picture.
Albion recognized the woman standing in front of him as being the same woman in Barnabas Van Helsing’s sketch.
He also recalled something else.
Something the gypsy woman had said to him yesterday.
It takes a thief to catch a thief.
A couple of hours later a very beautiful woman was walking through a dark neighbourhood.
The sounds of the stilettos on her high heeled shoes clicking the pavement.
The constant pulling up of her coat and adjusting of her skirt.
A clown started to follow her.
He carried a knife.
He walked very stealthily behind her and was about to strike… when the woman suddenly turned and spun around on her heels.
He was surprised.
“You appear to be surprised, oh, God of Surprises,” said the woman with a most exquisite French accent.
She turned into a panther and ripped out his throat.
The clown shouted out several last words before he died.
As Hennessy and Albion wrapped up the investigation, they discovered that the clown was a Jesuit priest named Father Edgar Noeticus who had studied under the French Jesuit priest paleontologist Father Pierre Teilhard de Chardin over in China.
No one was sure when Father Noeticus had left China and when he returned to the U.S.
However after he got his throat ripped out by the panther woman, he shouted out one final last cry, “Someday a Pope shall venerate me the God of Surprises.”
In his right hand as he died he clutched a fortune cookie with the message BE PREPARED TO BE SURPRISED BY THE GOD OF SURPRISES.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday April 22nd
2022.
Carson Cody Albion and The Deadliest of Spies
Carson Cody Albion Private Eye had been asked to trail and follow a female Russian spy- an assignment he was very much enjoying
It was the spring of 1957.
And Carson Cody Albion Private Eye was walking the sidewalks of Los Angeles.
He had been hired to tail a female Russian spy.
It was a tail he was very much enjoying.
Suddenly Albion was accosted by a store detective who had noticed that the private eye was following the woman.
“What are you?” The store detective got up close into Albion’s face, “Some sort of pervert?”.
“No, I’m not a Hollywood producer,” Albion decked the man with his fists and knocked him out cold.
He had lost track of the woman.
A gentle breeze at that moment carried with it a whiff of the woman’s sensuous perfume.
Albion was back on track.
The woman entered an apartment building.
Albion recognized the building.
Janos Korda a Hungarian physicist who had fled his homeland after the failed 1956 uprising against Communist rule the year before lived there.
Korda had found a job working at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena.
One of the founders of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory was rocket engineer Jack Parsons.
Jack Parsons had been back in the 1940s a disciple of English occultist Aleister Crowley.
In early 1946 Parsons and science-fiction writer L. Ron Hubbard who was also a disciple of Crowley (Hubbard would later go on to found the Church of Scientology) worked on a series of magic rituals that they called the Babalon Working.
The rituals invoked the spirit of the Whore of Babylon.
Also called Babalon.
Crowley and the two men claimed they succeeded.
Parsons was killed in a home laboratory explosion in 1952.
Although police felt that the 37-year-old Parsons’ death was an accident, other associates suspected it was suicide or murder.
When Korda had arrived to work at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory, the fluent English language speaker Korda had been given a notebook of Parsons to read and analyze.
The notes consisted of Thelemite meditation techniques (Thelema had been the name of the religion founded by Aleister Crowley).
While meditating Korda came in contact with an entity calling itself Aiwass (the same entity that Crowley claimed to have once contacted and later sketched. The entity resembles an ET alien gray).
Aiwass gave Korda the plans for a new type of rocket.
Korda was so impressed with Aiwass’ plans that he wrote rocket engineer Wernher von Braun about it.
Unfortuntately Janos Korda’s letter to von Braun was intercepted by a Communist in the U.S. Post Office (Unfortunately Wisconsin Sen. Joe McCarthy had neglected to look for Communists in the U.S. Post Office).
The letter found its way to Soviet KGB headquarters in Moscow.
And thus the beautiful and lovely Alexandra Murthanoccasio Popovitch was dispatched to Los Angeles to seduce Janos Korda.
She got into his apartment.
She got into his arms.
And she got into his notebook (in which he had detailed Aiwass’ plans for rocketry and missiles).
Once the notebook was in her left hand, she shot him dead with her right hand.
Carson Cody Albion, who had stopped to buy himself a Coke from the apartment building’s Coke machine, thought that perhaps he shouldn’t have stopped to buy himself a Coke as soon as he heard the gun shots.
He tried to finish his bottle of Coke as quickly as he could and then ran upstairs.
When he entered the apartment, Janos Korda was lying dead on the floor and Korda’s pet budgie was saying, “The horror. The horror.”
“Excuse me,” Albion asked the budgie, “But are you saying “The horror. The horror.” ? Or “The whore. The whore.”? Because there is a difference you know.”
Meanwhile the lovely and beautiful Alexandra Murthanoccasio Popovitch was already fleeing down the fire escape.
A group of Grade 7 boys from a nearby private boys’ school were already looking straight up the fire escape at the tight skirted dress lovely female spy’s descent.
Their Art Appreciation teacher (who was a woman) who had been escorting them on a walk to a nearby art gallery suddenly broke into a lecture on the dangers of blindness (or even jail!) if one engaged in a certain physical activity (particularly in public).
As for the notebook, it returned safely to Moscow along with the lovely and beautiful Alexandra Murthanoccasio Popovitch.
Aiwass’ plans for the rocket were successful.
The USSR launched the Sputnik 1 satellite a few months later.
As for Aiwass’ missile, that took a little longer to develop.
Until Wednesday April 20th 2022.
When Russian President Vladimir Putin announced the launch of a new intercontinental ballistic missile.
As he warned the West not to keep threatening Russia’s security in the Ukraine War.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday April 20th
2022.
Dracul Van Helsing 
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