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Angel in Black, Chapter 3
Respect your Elders
It was a hot day in the red dust of the Australian Outback; the sun was high and so was the temperature. That didn't bother Marcos too much, except for the minor annoyance that the sun weakened him somewhat.
He had been running for what seemed like forever, but these people had harboured him. They seemed nice, and they somehow knew already what he was. Because of that, he was a little concerned about staying, but he was convinced by a kindred spirit.
This Aboriginal community had taken him in, no questions. Marcos had been to all the costal cities, and every time he had been found by some tracker within a month, so he had fled inland. Not many dared to travel inland. Even in the shadow community. It could be deadly for humans at the best of times; true most of the were-creatures out there would be fine, but for a vampire it could be almost as bad as for a human. A lack of people meant a lack of food, not that that would mean death, but one could be stranded for months or even years in a coma like state. And that would be bad. So Marcos was glad they had taken him in.
He had been there for a few months learning their ways. They were a very spiritual people; their beliefs were very different from anything he had ever heard. He listened to their dreamtime stories of the creation, of their gods and how they once walked the lands. Their dislike of how their children had been corrupted by the white man, and their corrupt ways, was a common theme as well.
Six months into his stay with them, he had learned they had known he was coming for quite some time. Their elder, who he hadn't met, had foreseen his coming years earlier. They had known exactly what he was and catered accordingly; he found that odd but was glad he didn't have to hunt.
He'd been there for a year when he finally met the Elder. The man, who looked to be in his late sixties and full of wrinkles like he had led a hard life, never gave Marcos his name. The Elder explained that normally Marcos would have needed permission to enter the tribe's territory, but as he'd foreseen Marcos's coming and that he wouldn't harm any of them, permission was given. It had taken so long for them to meet because the tribe wanted Marcos to prove he could be trusted, and his actions while there had finally proved to them he could.
Marcos explained his situation to the Elder; it surprised him that the Elder already knew. Elder told him that it would end; he would find his place in the world. But first he needed to train.
Marcos' training started, but it wasn't what he thought. First he had to learn as the tribe's people had. He had to learn that they came from the land, even his kind, that no one was without purpose and all life had a meaning. To truly understand life and death he needed to understand the spirits and the land and to learn to be at one with himself and all around him. For Marcos that was the hardest part.
His training was going well, after a bumpy start where Marcos had unintentionally injured several tribe members. None of their injuries were too serious a couple of broken bones but nothing life threatening. They had all rushed Marcos without warning unknown to him or the rest of the tribe under Elders instructions as a test. After the small mess was cleared up and Marcos's misunderstanding cleared all had been forgiven with the tribe; they even had a party for him. They saw him as part of the tribe, the party lasted a week.
A few years passed; Marcos had been training almost the entire time. It wasn't physically draining for him in the least, but mentally he was exhausted. The Elder had taught him quite a lot, some very handy spiritual magic and a few 'neat tricks' the Elder knew, even something to take the edge off the sun's weakening rays.
Early one evening, Elder was half way through showing Marcos how to blend into his surroundings effectively. Marcos thought it was a great way to disappear in a hurry. "Elder, I have been here training with you for five years now. I'm just curious; your people were able to cater to my dietary needs so easily. Is there another like me here?" Marcos asked.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to ask that. I thought you would have years ago," he replied.
"Well I had thought about it for a while, but I didn't think I should ask. I was afraid to offend anyone," Marcos said a little nervous.
"Don't be nervous child, you are correct, and there is another here. You're looking at him!" The Elder said chuckling quietly.
"YOU?" Marcos replied amazed. "How have you hidden it from me for so long?" he added.
"It's easy to miss what you're not looking for Marcos! And as I have been demonstrating, blending into your surrounding's can be key. What? Did you think they call me elder as a nickname?" Elder asked, laughing loudly.
"OH! Now I see what you meant about blending in! HA HA! That IS a handy piece of magic. I guess that explains why you can keep up with me during our training, if you dont mind me asking...just how old are you?" Marcos laughed.
"Took you long enough! Seriously, isn't it though? I am much, MUCH older than I appear to be. I saw the first of what were, then, invaders to this land in the eighteenth century. But I was around long before that," Elder told him.
Marcos was truly amazed; this was the first vampire over five hundred he had met. "Wow! I never even guessed you were like me; it truly is an honour to have met you. If you don't mind me asking, why have I never heard of you from the Council?" he asked.
"Oh, that's easy. They don't know about me or my fellow elders. You have to understand, we haven't wished to associate with the Council as of yet. It might help you to understand that I was sired a little over a thousand years ago, and my sire was rumoured to have been around since the last ice age. Our system of government works for us, my people donate their blood so that I can stay healthy. And I lead and protect them with all the wisdom my years can bring. Until you came I was the only one of us in this tribe," Elder explained.
"The last ICE AGE! That's thirteen thousand years ago!" Marcos was beyond amazed. "What happened to him?" he asked, listening intently.
"We spent quite a few years together, he taught me everything I know. Then when he thought it was time, he left and it was my time to become elder. I'm not sure where he went I suspect he used one of the tricks I've taught you to end his time in this world." Elder said, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
"That's so... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," Marcos said.
"Don't be sorry, young Marcos. I was with him for a century, and I loved him dearly. I was sad for a long time after he left, but I knew it was coming; he had prepared me. To celebrate his long life we had a month long party; it was amazing. After, all my people were so comforting. They really were supportive, and I love them all. All the people you see here around us are my children, they are my family. And now yours too, my son," he said smiling at Marcos.
Marcos cried a little at Elder calling him part of his family; the last family he had, he felt turned on him. He had no one. "I don't know what to say?" he replied
"No need to say anything child! You're family and that's the end of it!" Elder said with the most heartfelt laugh Marcos had ever heard. "Now! I believe there is a party for our newest tribe member..."
Walter was sitting in his chair. It had been a few days since he told Tommy to tell the Davies that he wanted to go back to his dad. He knew the boy didn't want to come back, but he couldn't stand the insult of his fag son being taken from him by that person! He wasn't going to let his son live. He planned it all; he would murder Tommy, and then disappear to another country. The States maybe?
Marcos had been watching Walter for a few hours now, since Calvin left him to think. He had been in the room with Walter for quite some time, hiding in the shadows of the darkened room. Marcos had already read Walter's mind, and saw his plans for Tommy. He wouldn't let this man get that close to Tommy, to his brother!
"Walter!" called a disembodied voice.
"Who's there?" Walter replied.
"Your own personal NIGHTMARE!" The voice spat.
"WHERE ARE YOU?" Walter screamed.
"EVERYWHERE! And nowhere," Marcos said as he stepped from a shadow near Walter. Only Walter could see him; anyone else would think he was talking to himself. "Tommy told me you came to see him. You know that's a breach of the restraining order don't you Walter?" he added.
"He's MY son! He should be here with ME!" Walter said, looking at the gun that was sitting next to him on a table.
"I was thinking about letting you leave, Walter. But you would just return and try to harm them, wouldn't you?" Marcos asked.
Walter thought about this a moment. But he couldn't leave, not until the boy that took his wife and made his life miserable was gone. "I will leave and never come back," he lied.
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Marcos' voice boomed. "If I believed you, I would be just as responsible for your son's death. Now, I have no choice," Marcos decided.
"NO! You can't! I wont let you!" Walter stood and reached for the gun.
"Oh, Walter! You think you can kill me? It would take a lot more than that little pistol," Marcos sneered.
There was a bang; Marcos had felt the bullet pass through him. He leapt forward and grabbed Walter by the throat; he pulled him in close and whispered in his ear "Wrong side, Walter!"
"What ARE you?" Walter asked, terrified.
"What do you think I am, Walter?" Marcos said.
"Vampire!" Walter squeaked out.
"Very good Walter. Now tell me, do you want to die? Because if you keep insisting Tommy does, I WILL kill you," Marcos said.
"I can't live with knowing I have a gay son, and that he lived and my wife didn't. He HAS to die," Walter said with a little venom.
"Then SO DO YOU!" Marcos growled.
Calvin received a report about Walter Jacobs. It appeared to the operative ordered to watch him that Walter was insane; he was talking to nothing. Walter took a shot at the shadows in his house, and then muttered something to the room, wrote a note then put the gun to his head, and pulled the trigger. It appeared to be suicide. With Walter's history of drinking, the loss of his wife, the child abuse, losing his son, the case would be closed quickly. 'Good job Marc, you weren't seen and you made it seem like he did it to himself,' Calvin thought.
Marcos had left Walter's body for the police to find; to anyone who looked into it, it would appear he committed suicide. Marcos had another problem now, though. Walter shot him. The bullet missed his heart and most of the major organs, but it scraped his right lung and left a bleeding wound. He was finding it a little hard to breath. He would have to feed to heal quicker; that he wasn't looking forward to.
He began to walk the streets looking for someone. He was still blending into his surroundings, invisible.
Walking down an alley in the city some time later, Marcos was starting to feel a little weak. He stopped when he heard a scream from the other end of the alley, and then took off at a run. There he found a middle aged woman slumped in a heap against the wall; she had been stabbed and was slowly bleeding to death. Marcos stopped behind the mugger, grabbed the hand he was holding his knife in and whispered, "Do to thy self as thy would do unto others." Then he twisted the hand around and pushed the knife into the mugger's stomach, while sinking his teeth into his neck.
He didn't completely drain the man, he left just enough so the mugger would bleed to death. He waved his hand over the puncture marks on the man's neck, masking them. Then he called out, "HELP! THERE'S BEEN A STABBING, CALL AN AMBULANCE!" Several people came running to the alley; the first man there gasped saying, "Oh my god!"
No one saw Marcos standing in the alley. They didn't see him leave either. His wound had almost healed, and when he got back to his rented place he would meditate for a few hours. He could then heal himself further.
The Davies were enjoying a quiet night. It had been a good day, and the boys had had a good time at school. Bill had a good day at work. Marie spent the day with her friends and did a little shopping.
They were all watching some comedy on TV, but Alex could see something was wrong with his brother. "Tommy what's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing! Nothings wrong," Tommy replied agitated.
"Okay, mister, that answer tells me there is something wrong. What's happened?" Bill asked suddenly concerned.
Tommy looked at his adopted family; they all looked worried for him. "M...my d...dad came to see me," he said sobbing.
"WHAT!" Marie said surprised and angry.
"The day after my birthday he came to see me. I was walking home from school, and he told me that he wanted me to tell you I changed my mind and wanted to go back to him. If I didn't he would kill you all and me. He even showed me the gun he bought," Tommy explained to them.
"THAT FU..." Bill started but Marie quickly cut him off, "WILLIAM! The boys! It's okay Tommy. Is that all that's got you worried?" she asked.
"No," he said quietly, looking away from them all.
"What else, Tommy?" Alex asked worried for his brother.
"I told Marky..." Tommy said, anxious.
"Who's Ma...Marcos! But what can he do?" Bill asked, still fuming.
"He's a vam..."
"I'm a vampire" Marcos said cutting Tommy off and making everyone else jump at his sudden appearence.
"Marky!" Tommy said hugging Marcos.
"You're a what?" Bill asked.
"A vampire, fangs and all," Marcos said baring his teeth for the rest of the family.
Marie gasped. Bill's jaw dropped, and Alex looked frightened. "Your such a kind man, you brought our son back to us twice. You even helped us gain a second son. How can you be something so evil as a vampire?" Marie asked now terrified.
"Simple Mrs. Davies! Not all of us are as evil as they show in the movies," Marcos told them. "I don't kill unless I have too or without a good reason. That's why I let Jordan live! Alex here will need to get answers later on. If I killed Jordan, he wouldn't get those answers," he added.
"Who?" Alex asked confused.
"We will explain later sweetie," Marie said.
"Same with Tommy here. When he and his friends tried to beat up Alex, I couldn't hurt kids. I saw what I needed in Tommy's head; he didn't want to hurt Alex. Did you Tommy?" Marcos asked.
Tommy shook his head, "NO! I like Alex! I think he's cool; it was just, when he saw me looking at him in class I got scared he would tell people I was looking at him. Then I thought about what my dad said about being a fag and I got angry." Tommy said crying. "I'm sorry Alex!" he cried.
"It's ok Tommy we know who you are and we love you," Bill said.
Alex jumped of the couch and ran at Marcos and Tommy, "I forgive you Tommy," he said as he crashed into them in a hug.
"Everyone, I need to tell you before they arrive here. Tommy your father won't be bothering you ever again," Marcos said.
"He won't?" Tommy asked.
"No, not ever. Don't be sad for him Tommy, he only wanted to see you die," Marcos said. "You will all understand soon. For now, I have to go again, but I won't be too far away. Remember if you ever need me just think it," he added, before leaving in a rush.
Shortly after Marcos left, there was a knock at the door. "I'll get the door!" yelled Tommy.
"Thomas Jacobs?" asked the officer.
"I'm Tommy, yes," he replied.
"Can we come in?" the officer asked Tommy.
"Officer? What's going on?" Bill asked walking up to see who it was.
"Are you..." The officer had to check his notes, "William Davies?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm Tommy's legal guardian. What's happened?" Bill repeated.
"It's involving Thomas' father. Could we talk to you and your wife a moment?" the officer asked.
"Of course, officer. Marie could you come here for a minute! Tommy, go play with Alex for a bit; I'll come get you in a few minutes," Bill said.
"Okay. Alex, wanna play Sonic?" Tommy walked off calling to Alex.
"Okay, officer, what's going on?" Bill asked.
"Well, Mr and Mrs Davies, a short time ago we received a call to go to Walter Jacobs' residence. A neighbour reported hearing gun fire. We went to investigate and found he had been shot," the officer explained.
"SHOT? By who?" Marie asked shocked.
"Yes ma'am. It appeared to be suicide. There was even a suicide note; it stated that he was unable to live with the fact that his wife died during childbirth. That Tommy was taken from him because of his abuse, and that his son was gay," There was obvious disgust at that last statement from the officer. Which Bill chose to ignore.
"Well, we knew about all that officer," Marie said.
"Well, ma'am, it also stated that he had planned to kill his son. We are just a little confused at that though. If he planned to kill his son, why did he kill himself instead?" the officer asked.
"Good question, officer. Was there anything to suggest someone else had been there?" Bill asked.
"There was an eye witness that stated they heard Mr. Jacobs yelling at no one. They didn't see anyone come or go from the premises either," the officer said.
"Sounds like he simply went mad. Tommy told us his dad drank a lot. Could he have been drunk also?" Marie asked.
"We suspect that he was. There were a number of empty alcohol bottles around the house. Also there were no other prints no the gun, or in the whole house, besides a few of Tommy's, but nothing recent," he told them.
"Is there anything we need to do officer?" Bill asked.
"No, sir. All the evidence points to suicide. All we ask is that you tell Thomas. There will need to be arrangements for the funeral and estate," the officer replied.
"Okay, officers. Thank you for informing us," Marie said.
"Thank you sir, ma'am," the officer said, and they left.
"Tommy, we have some news," Marie said grabbing the boy in a hug.
"About dad?" he asked.
"Yes. He died Tommy; he shot himself," Bill told him.
"Marky was right then. Dad can't hurt me anymore," Tommy said.
Bill thought for a moment. He would talk to Marcos later. "No, son, he can't hurt you anymore."
Marcos was at his house; he had been meditating for a while now. Something the Elder had taught him was how to look into his body while he was meditating. He found that the bullet had passed through the edge of his right lung and scraped his spine, but nothing major. He would have to take things easy for a couple of days while he healed fully.
He was glad he had decided to give the Davies a heads up. He could sense the conversation Bill and Marie had with the officers; they didn't say anything about him. He was relieved by that.
He felt that Bill had some questions for him. He would answer them later; that would be an interesting conversation.
Marcos suddenly felt a presence in his home. "Hello Cal," he said.
"Hey Marc," Calvin replied surprised.
"Hello Sir," Marcos said. He still hadn't opened his eyes to see his guests.
"One day you will have to teach me how you do that, Marc," Calvin said.
"Someday day, Cal," Marcos replied.
"Matthew Jameson! How are you my son?" the other man asked.
"Fine, sir," Marcos replied. "Please don't call me by that name. I haven't gone by that name for ninety years, I'm Marcos," he added.
"Understood... Marcos," the man said.
Marcos opened his eyes to look at the men and asked, "Why are YOU here, Consul...?"