Huchuysisa In London
The Inca vampiress Huchuysisa in London
The Inca vampiress Huchuysisa was in London to attend a meeting of vampiresses, vampires and mortals who were opposed to the Marxist-Leninist New World Order being promoted by the People’s Republic of China, the WHO, the UN, Pope Francis’ Vatican and various leading global billionaire elitists.
The London based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set had rented an elegant cafe in a 5-star London hotel for the meeting.
Huchuysisa was currently waiting in the cafe for the others to show up.
On her way over here, she had run into London private eye Agathor Christie.
Christie had recently been hired by the Kraken Napoleon VI (leader of the French Aquarian Age Bonapartist Party) to find the person, persons or entities responsible for starting the fire at Nantes Cathedral in France earlier this month.
His investigation came to a close when a Rwandan immigrant who was a volunteer at the Cathedral admitted to starting the fire in a confession to police authorities a few days ago.
Now Agathor Christie was working on a case where he was trying to track down a notorious London plagiarist James Alami.
“Good luck with your efforts,” Huchuysisa smiled at him, “If I run into this plagiarist, I’ll ring his neck.”
Huchuysisa smiled at Dracul Van Helsing as she saw him approach in the cafe.
“How goes the battle, Dracul?” She asked him.
“I feel like David going against Goliath,” Dracul answered.
“David won that battle, didn’t he?” Huchuysisa gave him an encouraging smile.
“He did,” Dracul nodded, “The Jesuit priest Malachi Martin gave the key to this geopolitical struggle in his book The Keys of This Blood. I really should have paid more attention to what Martin wrote about the Italian Communist theoretician Antonio Gramsci. I thought with the collapse of the Soviet Union and the fall of the Berlin Wall that Communism was on the way out. Looking back now, Martin showed how Gramsci had written the blueprint for this resurrection of World Communism. Something that has become apparent in the year 2020 with 2020 vision.”
“Well, put the stones in your slingshot and get ready to aim at the Communist Goliath,” Huchuysisa threw back her hair.
Huchuysisa offered to help Dracul practice his aim.
They were busy kissing and making out on one of the cafe tables when the ghost of Orson Welles entered the room.
“How did I end up as a spectator to Dracul’s love life all the time?” Welles poured himself a spectral glass of spectral red wine.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday July 28th
2020.
A Time of Madness
Saint Anthony the Great once said,
“A time is coming when men will go mad,
and when they see someone who is not mad,
they will attack him, saying,
you are mad;
you are not like us.”
A woman not wearing a mask in a grocery store
was set upon and beaten by 5 other women (wearing masks)
because she was not wearing a mask.
Of course if these self-righteous bitches
had bothered to ask
It was because she had an underlying medical condition
and a certificate from her doctor
saying she was unable to wear a mask.
But these are not normal times
“Insanity” and “madness” is the new normal
Christ said, “Fear not those who can kill the body
but those who can kill the soul”
A virus can kill the body
but it is madness that can kill the soul.
And in these times, most people show
they prefer madness.
In The Dashwood Forrest Art Gallery in London,
the Syro-Phoenician goddess Atargatis reminded
Dracul Van Helsing, Dashwood Forrest and Renfield R. Renfield:
“Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad.”
-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday July 25th
2020.
Aphrodite: Pearl of The Meditteranean
The ghost of the Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte had managed to convince Hades and Persephone to let him out of the Underworld for a while and let him wander the Earth.
The Earth was in the throes of chaos thanks to the Covid-19 virus and the global lockdown as well as ongoing Neo-Bolshevik insurrectionary riots and neo-Jacobin French Revolutionary Reign of Terror tactics going on in the United States of America.
It was just such a period of chaos and turmoil in France during the last decade of the 18th Century that had allowed Napoleon to come to power in France and eventually make himself Emperor of the French in the 1st decade of the 19th Century.
Now Napoleon wished to wander the earth to see who would emerge as the absolute ruler of the hour in this time of chaos.
He was currently walking the streets of Rome (the city he had made his son Napoleon II the King of).
He was quite startled to see an elk walking the streets of Rome.
The elk headed towards the colosseum and entered it.
Strange, the ex-Emperor thought to himself.
He had seen a few peculiar things in Rome back in the day but not that.
. . .
The Egyptian god Horus flew through the streets of London.
Horus had spent over 1500 years as a disembodied spirit after he had been decapitated by King Arthur’s sword Excalibur (capable of slaying immortals).
His spirit on and off had possessed the bodies of various mortal men during that time period but as soon as his mortal host’s body had kicked the bucket, he was left finding a new body to enter.
Now however the Chinese company Huawei had managed to invent a robotic falcon (a robot with all the capabilities and powers inherent in a falcon of nature but one that was immortal having been made from everlasting mineral materials).
A quick call from Horus’ new partner George Soros (The Horus-Soros Alliance had been negotiated by the ghost of Aleister Crowley in-between his incessant screaming as he roasted away on a barbeque spit down in Tartarus) to Soros’ good friend the Chinese Communist paramount leader Xi Jinping and Huawei had provided Horus with just the right robotic falcon body for his spirit to enter.
Now he was flying the streets of London in search of his prey.
Damn, Horus thought to himself.
With this Covid-19 pandemic going on, many people were wearing masks.
How would he able to recognize his prey if his prey was wearing a mask?
. . .
Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing was walking on a beach on the island of Cyprus.
There were reports that a giant oyster shell had washed up on this beach and Dracul’s friend Peter Whitstable (the man they call the Fox Mulder of Interpol) had asked him to investigate.
The shell was spotted near an open fire on the beach.
Van Helsing and his friend the ghost of Orson Welles approached the fire.
The giant oyster was being cooked over the open fire by the Greek god Dionysus.
“Do you know if a pearl also came with this shell?” Van Helsing asked the now thoroughly inebriated Greek deity (who had in a single night saved the Cypriot wine making industry from financial disaster).
“Hic! Hic! Hic!” Dionysus replied, “I was told by a gypsy wench that a pearl of great price was in the shell but that pearl of great price up and walked away.”
“It’s Dionysus vs. Christ! Don’t you understand?” The ghost of Friedrich Nietzsche spoke to the ghosts of Jean-Paul Sartre and Albert Camus as the 3 philosophers sat like bumps on a log on a log further down the beach.
Van Helsing and the ghost of Orson Welles returned to their hotel room.
There the Greek goddess Aphrodite (who was the pearl of great price from the oyster shell) was waiting for Van Helsing.
The ghost of Orson Welles was once again forced to shut his eyes as Van Helsing carried on with a goddess.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday July 9th
2020.
Atargatis In Alexandria
In the courtyard of the Royal Alexandria Hotel
she sat
the Syro-Phoenician goddess Atargatis
on a late June evening in 1939
Although the sands of time
In various hourglasses
kept turning over
This way and that
The Egyptian god Thoth passed by
holding keys of Time
She saw a man named Quentin Talbot
encounter Thessalonike of Macedon
The half-sister of Alexander the Great
a couple of nights ago in the hotel ballroom
Then the scene shifted to a beach at Dunwich in Suffolk
where Thessalonike was about to sacrifice Quentin
to the old Celtic gods
on a June evening in 2020.
Dracul Van Helsing arrived to save Quentin
from being sacrificed
The next thing Atargatis knew
was she saw Van Helsing
making out with her own daughter Semiramis
In the upper bedroom
Of a Dunwich pub and inn.
Seated in an armchair and holding a spectral glass of spectral red wine
And watching the mortal-immortal sexual encounter on the bed
Was the ghost of Orson Welles
Who said,
Being a peep and watching this makes me feel like King Leer
A voyeur of some importance.
The scene vanished again
And she saw Adolf Hitler encountering Josef Stalin
In an Egyptian tomb
that had been transferred to the dungeon of Castle Dracula
in Transylvania
Hitler and Stalin were playing a chess game
For controlling America in the year 2020
The young Chinese Communist revolutionary Mao Tse-tung
dropped by
And told Hitler to use his white knight to crush a black pawn
Der Fuhrer like all racists
thought all Asians looked the same
And mistaking Mao for one of his Japanese allies
followed the future Chairman Mao’s advice
Stalin moved in for the kill
As Mao applauded
General Robert E. Lee’s battle flag of Northern Virginia
went up in flames across a map of the American south
Followed by the Stars and Stripes going up in flames
Across a map of the entire United States of America
Soon to be replaced by the Hammer and Sickle.
Atargatis leaned back on her chaise lounge as the combined scorpion and Phoenix fan above her kept her cool
A shadow fell across her.
She opened her eyes.
“Van Helsing, I presume?”
She said to the man standing alongside the chaise lounge.
Orson Welles’ ghost found himself in the Royal Alexandria Hotel courtyard
“Once again, I’m a witness… I’m a witness…”
He rang the bell alongside his chaise lounge
to summon the hotel porter to bring him a glass of red wine.
-A narrative poem
and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday June 27th
2020.
Saint John’s Eve
The last few days had been a haze for Quentin Talbot.
He had booked a room in the Royal Alexandria Hotel in Alexandria.
He had gone downstairs to the lobby and found himself transported back in time to 1939.
There had been a ball going on in the hotel ballroom.
He had gone in and met a woman who claimed to be Thessalonike of Macedon the half-sister of Alexander the Great.
Somehow Quentin found himself aboard a ship in Alexandria’s harbour.
Thessalonike had jumped overboard and turned herself into a mermaid.
Quentin then recalled something that a London art gallery curator and art dealer named Dashwood Forrest had told him.
There was an old legend that Thessalonike of Macedon had turned into a mermaid shortly after Alexander’s death.
The ship soon found itself off the coast from the Suffolk town of Dunwich on the North Sea coast.
Dunwich had been the capital of the Kingdom of East Anglia at one time and a major international port.
Its decline began when three great storms struck the town- one in January 1286, one in February 1287 and a third in December 1287.
Most of the buildings that had been present in 13th Century Dunwich including 8 churches had disappeared with the storms.
Local legend has it that at certain tides, church bells can still be heard beneath the waves.
Tonight as the tides surged in a great storm, Quentin could hear the bells ringing beneath the waves.
Quentin soon found himself being taken off the ship by dwarf like creatures.
Unbeknownst to him, the dwarf like creatures were korrigans from the Breton region of France.
At the same time over in Rome, another group of korrigans from Britanny were exiting a wooden statue of the Baphomet on wheels inside the Vatican.
Quentin soon found himself being taken down to the beach where Thessalonike (who had since shapeshifted back into human shape) was standing in front of an altar by a huge bonfire.
Thessalonike was dressed in the robes of a Druidic priestess and holding a huge sacrificial knife.
Quentin deduced that things weren’t looking too promising for him when the korrigans tied him to the altar.
A huge black dog with large red eyes, gigantic bared teeth and shaggy black fur came and sat by the bonfire.
The dog was that infamous Hellhound of English folklore known as the Black Shuck who was said to haunt the coastline and countryside of East Anglia.
The dog started to howl.
Of course, the Black Shuck was singing a song but to Quentin’s ears, it sounded like howling.
The song the Black Shuck was singing was, How Much Is That Human Sacrifice By The Window?
Coincidentally a stained glass window of Saint Elizabeth (cousin of the Virgin Mary) holding a baby Saint John the Baptist from one of Dunwich’s 8 lost sunken ancient churches had washed up on to the shore alongside the altar.
“Welcome to Saint John’s Eve 2020,” Thessalonike smiled a sinister smile at Quentin as she raised the knife.
“British Prime Minister Boris Johnson says you’re not practicing social distancing,” Dracul Van Helsing shouted as he aimed a crossbow and hit Thessalonike in the chest with an arrow.
“Shit,” Thessalonike started bleeding like a woman in a TV commercial for an obviously unsuccessful tampon product.
She headed to the ocean and dived in turning into a mermaid.
Gurkas from British MP Renfield R. Renfield’s personal British Army Brigade started wrestling with the korrigans.
Eventually Quentin was freed and the Saint John’s Eve Dunwich Human Sacrifice for 2020 was cancelled.
Van Helsing went to a nearby pub to have several cold beers while Quentin Talbot was taken to a doctor.
Inside the pub, Van Helsing was approached by the ancient Babylonian Queen Semiramis.
“Sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong, eh, Van Helsing?”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday June 23rd
2020.
Renfield, Franz Kohler, Van Helsing, Hera and Zeus On The 75th Anniversary of Hitler’s Death
Renfield, Franz Kohler, Van Helsing, Hera and Zeus On The 75th Anniversary of Hitler’s Death
British MP Renfield R. Renfield was being interviewed by an independent radio station in Great Falls, Montana.
“So, what do you think of New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio attacking New York’s Hasidic Jewish community in one of his tweets because so many people attended a rabbi’s funeral in Brooklyn?” The interviewer asked.
“Antisemitism can now be added to Bill de Blasio’s long list of inherent stupidities,” Renfield answered.
“Turning towards economics here in America, as millions of Americans are now losing their jobs as a result of the Coronavirus lockdown, the ultra-wealthy elite such as Amazon’s Jeff Bezos, Microsoft founder Bill Gates and Berkshire Hathaway’s Warren Buffett have made an extra $282 billion in just 23 days of the pandemic, what’s your comment on that?” Asked the Great Falls radio journalist.
“In any shitty situation, the super rich always seem to come up smelling like a rose while the rest of us find our bones and blood and tears and sweat mixed in with the rest of the huge amounts of fertilizer dumped on all the middle and lower strata of society,” Renfield replied.
“Is there a way out of this pandemic and what does the post pandemic world hold for us?” The journalist inquired.
“Well Doris Day sang the answer to that question a lot better than I ever could in her song Que Sera, Sera,” said Renfield, “but I will say this, if you honestly believe that a perfect world can be achieved by the likes of Bill Gates, Pope Francis, the Chinese Communist Party, John Kerry, Greta Thunberg, Michael Moore and the whole Transgender movement, you’re crazy.”
. . .
It was 75 years ago today that Nazi Germany’s Fuhrer Adolf Hitler committed suicide only hours after he married his mistress Eva Braun.
What numerous assassination attempts over the years failed to accomplish, marriage succeeded in doing in a few hours.
. . .
“Shit,” Herr Franz Kohler of the Nazi SS Ahnenerbe Occult Bureau said upon hearing the news that Der Fuhrer was dead.
“What is it?” His assistant asked.
“Ironically, with my twisted sense of humour, I had hid the secret formula for Vril energy in a room in the British Museum in London,” Kohler’s tears fell into his sauerkraut, “And now that we’ve lost the war, the Allies may find it.”
. . .
The Greek goddess Hera was standing in a room in the British Museum listening to a jazz rehearsal.
It had come to her attention that two time travellers – Herr Franz Kohler of the Nazi SS Ahnenerbe Occult Bureau and Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing – would be racing across the corridors of time to be the first to get to this room on this particular date in 1945.
Van Helsing was the first to arrive carrying his Houdini-Pantages-Tesla-Welles-Lamarr magic lantern film projector which allowed him to time travel.
“Glad to see you’re the first to arrive, Van Helsing,” Hera smiled at him, “Care to make out?”.
As Van Helsing was busy making out with the Greek goddess Hera, a blue eyed white wolf belonging to the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka carried the secret formula for Vril energy back across time before the SS’ Herr Franz Kohler arrived on the scene.
Meanwhile in a London hotel dining room, the Greek god Zeus was enjoying a feast fit for a king when the ghost of William Shakespeare came up to him and whispered in his ear, “Thou has just been cuckholded.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday April 30th
2020.
Norse Goddess Freya On The Canals of Venice
Norse Goddess Freya On The Canals of Venice
The billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set, Dr. Cadbury Rocher the chief scientist of Set Enterprises, British MP Renfield R. Renfield, Father Aidan Bury Saint Edmunds one of the Church of England’s leading exorcists, Peter Whitstable the Fox Mulder of Interpol and Australian outback based Amadeus Emanon were having another video conferencing discussion via Skype.
“Well, the economy will have to open up again gradually,” Set stated, “or the world is going to fall into a great economic depression from which it will never recover. Not of course that the Communists in the WHO, the UN, the Vatican or numerous national bureaucracies all over the globe care since a great economic depression is right up their Marxist totalitarian despot alley. But it will have to take place gradually not full speed ahead like the would be American Neo-Roman Caesar Donald Trump would have it. I think though all major public events all over the world such as sporting events, concerts, parades, rodeos and any other massive public gatherings will have to be put on hold until at least September 30th of this year. Let’s be realistic about that. If governments all over the world would say that, they’d be honest. After a while of extending lockdowns for 25 days after every 25 days which seems to be the way the bozos of our national leaders all over the world seem to be going, people are going to start getting cynical about the whole thing. There can be a gradual opening up of various businesses over the new few months. But any large events or massive public gatherings are out. Until at least September 30th of this year. And sadly maybe even beyond if necessary. But at least prepare the world for the fact that no major sporting events or parades or concerts or massive social gatherings are going to happen this summer of 2020. And not until a week after the autumn equinox after that.”
“If the governments of the world were honest, they’d tell people that,”
Renfield admitted.
“But are most of the governments of the world honest?” Amadeus asked as he ate a slice of pecan pie.
“No,” Renfield sipped from a bottle of whisky.
“Glad to see that we’ve got that out of the way,” Dr. Cadbury Rocher dusted some dandruff off his lab coat.
“What does Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster have to say about the world political scene?” Set asked Dr. Rocher.
“Well, he says that Joe Biden is not going to get the Democratic Presidential nomination this year,” Dr. Rocher wiped his glasses.
“Why not?” Set swallowed another live crocodile, “I thought Biden had the number of delegates pretty well sewn up including every other candidate (among which was Bernie Sanders) endorsing him.”
“Yes, but ever since January of this year, Michelangelo has had this vision of Joe Biden keeling over,” Dr. Rocher noted.
“Keeling over?” Set took a giant Rolaids tablet for his giant heart burn.
“Kicking the bucket, croaking,” Dr. Rocher explained as a frog hopped out of a frozen ice bucket of Corona beer behind him.
“Well, that would definitely upend the U.S. Democratic Party if that were to happen,” Renfield lit his pipe.
“Wasn’t Michelangelo the only being on the planet back in early October of 2016 who was predicting that Donald Trump would win the Presidency when all the opinion polls were showing that he was 20 points behind Hillary?” Amadeus asked.
“There was a geopolitical analyst who found himself having to live in a homeless shelter in Calgary back in the summer and early autumn of 2016 who was saying much the same thing,” Renfield was on to his second bottle of whisky, “And everyone was telling him that he was crazy. But like so often, his insanity turned out to be more accurate than everybody else’s sanity.”
“So who’s going to be the Democratic nominee?” Set bit into a marmalade laced scone.
“Michelangelo won’t say,” Dr. Rocher shrugged, “He’s keeping those cards close to his chest.”
“Michelangelo always was a Hell of a poker player,” Renfield was suddenly remembering that he still owed the lobster £10,000 from their last poker game.
“Anything else about the U.S. political scene we should know vis-a-vis Michelangelo?” Set bit into some homemade apple pie.
“The U.S. Presidential election may be postponed until a later date,” Dr. Rocher answered as the ghost of Nero started playing his fiddle in the background and the ghost of Julius Caesar started getting the blood washed off his toga.
. . .
The Jesuit priest Father Caiaphas bar Yochai stood inside the empty Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris and admired his handiwork.
A year ago yesterday Father Caiaphas had set fire to it while riding a fire breathing basilisk named Basilisk Wrathsbone.
Father Caiaphas laughed as he opened up his 1588 Latin edition of The Necronomicon and started saying a few prayers.
. . .
Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing had received an emergency email from the Norse goddess Freya saying that her stepson Thor was up to no good in this time of the Covid-19 pandemic.
They were to meet in person in gondolas on the now empty canals of Venice.
The Norse goddess Freya waited for Dracul Van Helsing in her gondola on the canals of Venice.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday April 16th
2020.
Night of The Pink Moon Super Moon
Night of The Pink Moon Super Moon
Never an easy time to say good bye
As a pink toned rose moon rose in the sky
Against the rocks the surging tide rose high
Lovely scent of palms and South Sea air
And at the door stood a lady fair
Magical pink mist rose in distant cloud
In this paradise far from the madd’ing crowd
Sometimes worlds meet where they embrace and not collide
For life is more than a merry go ride
Heart to heart, heart to heart
Must kindred souls do part?
She Mahina the Hawaiian and Polynesian goddess of the moon
He Dracul of the earth’s mournful tune
Now on this night she must return home
Else she fade away like the ocean foam
Star crossed lovers under a rose hue sky
Where South Sea waves splash amidst mermaid cry
She turned around with last longing look
And to the heavens vanished leaving one night hunter forsook
-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday April 7th
2020.
Miranda Singh and The Wonderous Pair of Goldfish
Miranda Singh and The Wonderous Pair of Goldfish
“And in other news, Pope Francis has tested negative for the Coronavirus but remains positive for Communism… ”
Renfield switched over from Britain’s Sky News to BBC News where a friend of his was delivering the news:
“And the 600 year old Miraculous Crucifix of Christ that Pope Francis brought out to deliver his Urbi et Orbi message last Friday has suffered intense water damage as a result of the rainfall that occurred while the Pope gave his speech castigating the world for not following his globalist Neo-Marxist Neo-Bolshevik agenda and as a result the God of Surprises (the god worshipped by Francis) had sent this pandemic upon the world. Pope Francis gave this speech to the empty Saint Peter’s Square while standing comfortably under a large canopy in the pouring rain with his back turned against the Miraculous Crucifix of Christ that became drenched in the pouring rain being a great distance behind the canopy and the ancient unique statue has suffered intense water damage as a result…”
Renfield switched over to ITV News:
“Former British Prime Minister Gordon Brown has called for a One World Government in the wake of the Coronavirus crisis.
Minutes after he made the statement, a cream pie was thrown in his face by an invisible force.
Although a London bobby who had been drinking Harvey Wallbangers on the job says he saw a 6 foot 8 tall bunny rabbit with big pink floppety ears do it.”
. . .
The storm clouds descend
A beast has crawled from Egypt’s sphinx
towards Bethlehem to be born
A virus fancying itself as wise
has arisen from the East
and spread its tentacles all over the world
Offering gifts of pain, suffering and death
Instead of gold, frankincense and myrrh
in adoration of the new Messiah.
. . .
In the streams of a large conservatory greenhouse in London, Set Enterprises secret agent Miranda Singh saw two multicoloured goldfish that she had never seen in the stream before swim to escape a shark she had never seen in that stream before.
The goldfish leapt above a huge rock towards another stream.
The shark likewise leapt and landed on the rock hitting its head knocking itself out.
The shark then metamorphosed into the form of the Greek god Ares.
Ares still lay there unconscious.
The two goldfish then shapeshifted into human form.
One of them Miranda recognized as being Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing.
And the other she recognized as being Mahina the Hawaiian and Polynesian Goddess of the Moon.
They left the conservatory.
Miranda looked down at the stream and thought, “Oh brave new world that has such people in it.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday March 30th
2020.
A Banyan Tree Grows On The Moon
A Banyan Tree Grows On The Moon
Walking the streets of Honolulu in 1946
Was Los Angeles private eye Carson Cody Albion
He was on vacation
After having solved the mysterious case of the Blue Velvet Dandelion
back in LA
He walked through some of the crafts shops in the city
He noticed one belonging to a man who made ships in a bottle
Carson entered the store and looked around
He noticed one ship in a bottle that attracted his attention
“What ship is this?” Albion asked the craftsman
“The Santa Maria,” the craftsman replied
“The Santa Maria?” Carson looked at the ship in the bottle, “That was Christopher Columbus’ flagship in 1492 on his journey to the New World wasn’t it?”
“That’s right,” the craftsman nodded.
“I’ll take it,” Albion paid the craftsman
He walked out of the store and on to the avenue
An elderly Hawaiian woman was at a stand selling coconuts
The private eye looked at the coconuts but wasn’t hungry at the moment
So he didn’t buy.
“A Banyan tree grows on the moon,” the coconut woman shouted after him.
“What?” Albion walked back to her.
“A Banyan tree grows on the moon,” she repeated.
“Oh, okay,” Albion figured that the woman had been adding too much rum to her coconut milk
and decided to continue walking
“What are you planning to do with that ship in a bottle that’s in your shopping bag?” The woman asked him.
Albion wondered how she knew there was a ship in a bottle in his shopping bag
However he answered, “I don’t know”.
“Here’s a small piece of Kapa cloth,” the woman handed him just that,
“Take this pen and write on it what I have told you, “A Banyan tree grows on the moon”. Then put the Kapa cloth with the message in the bottle alongside the ship and throw it in the ocean where the waves will carry it where it may.”
It was a strange request but Albion felt compelled to comply
That night as the Hawaiian moon shone bright on the shore and sands, he threw the bottle with the ship, Kapa cloth and message into the ocean.
It was a late March night in 2020
The streets of London were deserted because of the countrywide lockdown over the Coronavirus
but Dracul Van Helsing had a paper signed by Boris Johnson
granting him permission to walk the streets
To rid the city of any evil nocturnal creatures
As Dracul walked along the banks of the Thames
He noticed a small bottle floating close to the shore
The vampire hunter picked it up
It appeared to be very old
And it almost had the appearance of having travelled all over the world
How did it wind up here on the Thames? he wondered.
He looked inside the bottle
He recognized the ship as being the Santa Maria
He pulled out the small piece of Kapa cloth and noticed the message on it
“A Banyan tree grows on the moon,” Dracul read aloud.
He went back to his London apartment
Carrying the ship in the bottle and its message with him
He went inside the room he used as an office
And saw this vision
“Who are you?” Dracul asked.
“I am Mahina the Hawaiian and Polynesian goddess of the moon”
The woman answered.
-A narrative poem
and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday March 29th
2020.
