Andrea Angelicus: Another Time, Another Place
Andrea Angelicus: Modeling for an artist
Andrea Angelicus in another time, another place
Not the Coviet Union laden world of 2021
But Paris in the year 1948
She was in an artist’s studio
Modeling for an artist
“What will you call this piece, Klaus?”
Andrea asked.
“Klaus?” The artist looked surprised.
“I doubt very much your name is actually Henri,”
Andrea noted,
“Like the first name in your artist’s signature
On your paintings suggest.
For you have a German accent
Not a French one.”
“I am not a Nazi,” Klaus (aka Henri) stated emphatically.
“I never said you were,” Andrea waved her FDR style cigarette holder
holding her smokeless cigarette as if it were a magic wand.
“But these days most people think that,” Klaus sighed.
“I ask again, Klaus,” Andrea gave the impression of dropping cigarette ash on the floor, “What will you call this piece?”.
“The Woman of Midnight,” Klaus answered.
“Intriguing name,” Andrea smiled.
“Thank you,” Klaus put the finishing touches on his painting.
Klaus then signed his nom-de-plume signature to the painting
And asked,
“Tell me, Miss Andrea Angelicus, do you have any names besides Andrea Angelicus?”.
“I’ve been called the Phoenix Woman,” Andrea answered.
“Intriguing name,” Klaus smiled,
“Do you rise from your own ashes?”.
Andrea stepped into her circle of non-existent cigarette ash
and vanished.
Klaus looked
And noticed she was gone.
He felt his heart pounding in his chest
and slumped to the floor.
Klaus Grau was dead
But Henri Gris
would live on
through his paintings.
-A narrative poem
and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday May 8th
2021.
Andrea Angelicus
Andrea Angelicus sitting in the back yard of the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s colossal West London Estate.
Dracul Van Helsing saw the vision as he entered the backyard gardens of the Set Manor Estates.
He had received a phone call last night from Peter Whitstable the man they call the Fox Mulder of Interpol.
There was apparently a woman travelling all across Europe not wearing a mask (much to the chagrin of Neo-Bolshevik Communist authorities and Neo-Fascist authorities everywhere).
She would appear and then vanish (literally).
She’d show up in various countries with no record of her having passed border patrols.
Cardinal Gianfranco Ravasi the President of the Pontifical Council For Culture wondered if the woman had been vaccinated.
He only wondered for a moment and then returned to his present study of wondering whether the woman with the rodent tail who appeared in David Bowie’s last music video Lazarus was a Jungian collective unconscious predictive archetype of what the women in the post-Covid new reality will look like.
Ravasi had been influenced by both David Bowie and Aleister Crowley in his personal thought and philosophy.
That’s why his Pontifical Council For Culture was one of the sponsors of the Mind, Soul and Body Virtual Health Conference going on at the Vatican this week where such non-luminaries as Dr. Anthony Fauci (who might best be described as the Coronavirus on steroids) and Chelsea Clinton (the Church of Satan member and daughter of a disgraced former U.S. President and a warmongering former U.S. Secretary of State) were among the leading dignitaries and speakers at the Conference.
Whitstable said that the talk among gypsies throughout Europe (with whom Whitstable kept in constant contact) was that this Andrea Angelicus was known to them as the Phoenix Woman.
Saying there are legends of her having been born from the ashes of a Phoenix.
Anyhow Whitstable was wanting to make contact with the Phoenix Woman and one of his gypsy informants said that she would meet with a friend of Whitstable but not Whitstable personally.
She was wanting no contact with representatives of international organizations.
Whitstable had phoned his friend Van Helsing and Van Helsing had agreed to meet her.
“Andrea Angelicus I presume?” Van Helsing addressed the woman.
The woman in the elegant white gown turned and looked at Van Helsing and smiled, “I am. You are Van Helsing I presume?”.
“I am,” the vampire hunter nodded, “Dracul Van Helsing.”
“This is a very beautiful piece of luminous purple, white and blue crystals that Mr. Set has on this table,” Andrea Angelicus pointed.
“It is,” Van Helsing agreed, “From those days in the late 1980s when he was going through his Shirley MacLaine, J.Z. Knight and Ramtha phase. A phase that mercifully did not last long. It ended after his sister and sister-in-law the Paris based Egyptian vampiress Isis quite literally dropped a ton of bricks on his head. Athelstan his butler and valet said that he had never seen a chimney and fireplace put to better use.”
“I would like you to accompany me to another garden,” Andrea Angelicus stood up.
“Another garden?” Van Helsing was curious.
“Yes, a drive in the country,” Andrea Angelicus smiled, “To an English country garden.”
“And what pray tell shall we find in that English country garden?” Van Helsing asked.
An English country garden where the sounds of La Marseillaise could be heard playing on the estate manor piano but not the sounds of Tchaikovsky’s War of 1812 Overture.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday May 6th
2021.
Dracul Van Helsing 
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