Mad Woman Rambles

Day 2:

“Marcus!” I yelled from my damp, dank dungeon cell. That writhing slime of a maggot! I know he can hear me. I will figure out how to get back at him for not letting me go. I’ll wipe that smug look off his face. He comes back to my cell, looks me up and down, laughs, and says: ‘Two more days should soften you up’. Then he turns on his heel and walks away. 

OOOOOOO! I am so mad I could spit. That’s if I could produce any saliva. I am really thirsty. I guess I should have stopped yelling sooner. It doesn’t seem to have any effect on these vampires.  I can really put my foot in my mouth sometimes. But how was I supposed to know that using Dacar’s name would get me thrown in here? That was literally one of the only things I could tell Korbin. This coercion spell is diabolical.

I hope my cat, Max, is alright. What am I saying! Of course, that lazy layabout is alright.  Sometimes I wish he was a dog like Lassie. Then he could go to someone and tell them I need help. ‘My human has been captured and is being held by vampires. Please follow me, and I will lead you to her.’ Fat chance that is going to happen here. 

Fortunately, they can’t hold me for longer than three days without charging me. Hells, they would need to let the Supernatural Oversight Board (S.N.O.B.) know they are holding me. I am a card-carrying member of the Supernatural Alliance League. Their dues are steep, but it does give us privileges that others don’t have. Oh, for the seven Hells of Juda! Why didn’t I think of that before?! I will just summon my representative. 

“Marcus!” I yell again. “Get my SNOB representative on the phone, now!” I demand and stomp my foot. Melodic laughter responds to my outburst.

“Great Jeva, girl, you are so noisy,” Old Mary said, shuffling along the corridor with a tray of food.

“Ms. Mary,” I sighed in relief. “Finally, someone with compassion. Can you help me out?” I pleaded. She frowned at me; it looked so unnatural on her wizened face that usually bears a silent smile.

“Child, you know I can’t let you out,” she paused to open the cell and hand me my food. She sighed and patted my face. “No matter how much I like you, they both would be cross with me if I let you go.”

I melted against the warmth of her hand on my face. For an old vampire, she always seemed to retain the warmth of when she was alive. The funny thing about her is that I never get glimpses of her life or her afterlife. She has always been a blissful void for my gifts. Whenever she offered her touch or hugs, I greedily took them. That should tell me something about myself, but I choose not to go there.

“Can you at least get word to my SNOB representative, then? You know if Marcus and Korbin don’t do it by tomorrow, there will be trouble for the Kiss,” I reasoned with the sensible woman.

She shook her head and sighed heavily, “You children will be the death of me. I will see what I can.” I jumped up and down with excitement to have at least one ally in this godsforsaken place. She cut me a look that had me halting mid-jump. I stopped and looked down sheepishly. “I make no promises, child.”

“I get it. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I know you will get through to their thick skulls,” I quipped excitedly as she shuffled out of the cell and closed it behind her.

She looked back at me, shaking her head, “Eat your food. I will see if Cecelia has finished the treats and have one sent down to you.” She glanced at me one last time and nodded as I stuffed a fork full of rice into my mouth. Smiling around my mouth full of food, I watched her walk away. Finally, I would get the help I needed.

‘Old Mary definitely has both Korbin and Marcus’ ears. She will get through to them.’ I think as I shovel more of the delicious food into my mouth. Old Mary was looking out for me today. Everything is coming up, Krystal!