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That'll Be the Day - Chapter Five
Published Feb 6, 2015


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That'll Be the Day - Chapter 5:

'We Are the Kings Of Irresponsibility'

Hey everyone, I know it's been a long time, but I give you my most sincere apologies and pray that you enjoy this chapter.

That'll Be the Day - Chapter 5:

'We Are the Kings Of Irresponsibility'

Hey everyone, I know it's been a long time, but I give you my most sincere apologies and pray that you enjoy this chapter.
"Right... Right, thank you… Goodbye," Caleb gripped the phone tightly, and set it in his pocket.

"What'd he say?" Esme asked, her timid voice gently travelling the distance from her mouth the his ears.
"That the only thing in China worth anything to us was under surveillance by our allies there," Pausing- "That it wasn't really worth much, doesn't even have any qualities of value; none that are of any material or strategic value anyway."

"Then what would he want with it? What is it?"
"A tomb; we estimate it was built sometime in the early 18th century, it is very elaborate; whoever had it made was clearly very attached to the deceased, and put an enormous amount of time and money into having it done. The only reason it is noteworthy at all is because it is the most impressive and expensive grave of any vampire that we have found who wasn't a king or emperor. Or Pharaoh, for that matter, but those are few and most of them were turned towards the end of their lives and stayed in hiding."
"It's a vampire's grave? Wait," A disbelieving smile spread to her cheeks, "Which kings are we talking about?"
Caleb moved to sit on the sofa beside her, and pointed at the air, and looked in the direction he pointed as he spoke, "The other strange thing is that the bones are far older than the structure itself. Which means..." He gestured for her to continue.

"That the bones must have been moved," Esme finished with finality and relish. Her curiosity was beginning to centre itself completely on this subject, and excitement at welcomed involvement was a new sensation that she couldn't be more grateful for.
"So the big question is: Where was the original resting place?" Katrina announced.

"And why the bones moved?" Esme added, though her words left her mouth almost before she thought them, which surprised even her.

Caleb smirked, "Now you're thinking right."
"You'd make a good detective," He stood up and started to make his way out, "Come on," he said as he walked through the door, Katrina moving to follow him.

Esme smiled to herself, she was using all of the skills that she had spent the last couple of years being convinced were wrong, or inappropriate for a young lady. Thinking being one of the worst. However, she always ended up finding some way to broaden her mind the ways she wouldn't willingly be taught, and it seems she wasn't quite so useless after all.
"So what you're saying is that based on the bone structure and age of the bones they must be European in origin?" Katrina asserted, sounding slightly accusing.

That was fast. "Yes," Caleb affirmed, obviously quite confident at his discovery.

Katrina thought on this for a second, "Okay. I'll see if I can find out who my have built the tomb."
They certainly didn't waste any time.
*
Sneaking out wasn't exactly my style.
Not that I hadn't done it before.
I had.
But I felt guilty every time I did. My parents put a lot of trust in me, and disobeying them made me feel awful.
I suppose I wasn't strictly disobeying them, I mean, they hadn't ever said that I couldn't go out at night.
Without permission. But it was sort of implied, they expect me to be a responsible person. And a responsible person wouldn't do this; it was after midnight, I'm alone, I don't even know why I'm out here.
Twinbrook was a pretty safe town, crime rates have always been low. So there wasn't much chance of anything bad happening.

But that's beside the point.
I guess I'm not very responsible.
I was getting close to our meeting place, though why Dodger wanted us to meet here is beyond me. What does he want to show us? No. Not responsible at all.
*
She hadn't paid much attention to this room the first time she came in here. She was too overwhelmed by everything else to notice. There were books here on subjects she didn't even know existed; though some of the words seemed familiar somehow. She was surprised at how quickly she had adapted to her new situation. She ought to be afraid of these people, these creatures; but she found that she had put all of her trust in them.
The vampires she had met... Weren't they dangerous? Couldn't they just attack her and exhaust her entire supply of blood in minutes? Why didn't they? Matthew tried to. She was sure that if any of the guards at the Johnson Manor had a chance, they would.
Sometimes, when she talked with them, she almost forgot what Caleb and Katrina were. That they were normal people having normal conversations. But how could she when Katrina opened her mouth and she saw her sharp fangs? Or when she looked at Caleb's eyes and they glowed bright gold? When she saw Mr. Hearth and she was all too aware of the bite scar on his neck... No. She would not be conquered by this. These are the only people she had left in her life. And they need her; she didn't know why, what did she have to give, really?

She could pack a punch, yeah; and she was a decent puzzle-solver, but had no where near the capabilities that those two had. Maybe it was pity, maybe Lewis Hearth felt sorry for her and took her in on account... But surely there had been others who were in her situation that Caleb and Katrina had run into. What was special about her?


Whatever it was, she was going to do her best; she felt a responsibility to them, and she wasn't going to let them down.

"There aren't any proper records of the building. Just a few eye witness accounts in memoirs and letters describing the 'great undertaking' that this was. It seems it was a very secret operation and the commissioner was anonymous." Caleb said, he sounded slightly let down by this 'dead-end', but he hid it well.
"He probably wasn't titled, if he wanted this to be done anonymously he was probably a nobody with a fortune but still wanted to give this persona proper burial; Certainly did a good job of it." Katrina resolved, "But I wonder what the relationship between the commissioner and the deceased was. I doubt it was a relative, surely he had more than one family member whom he cared about. A lover is quite possible, or a close friend but why move the body to China?"
They were stumped, they could talk and debate on the subject for hours but they wouldn't get the answer.

Esme strode the the table and sat down next to Katrina. And so silence took the room; Esme had grown quite familiar with it, and her two companions at the table had been accustomed to it for almost a decade.
"So," Esme started, "You're a werewolf," She motioned to Caleb, "And you're a vampire," This time to Katrina.

"Half-vampire," She corrected.

"I see," Esme said, nodding her head slightly, "What does that mean? You're half-vampire, was whoever, um... bit you... interrupted and only half of the vampire... stuff transferred into you?"
"I was not bitten," Katrina stated bluntly, inside, she found it quite humorous, how little Esme knew about the subject that she was brought up with and had been studying every inch of since she was a girl, but outside, she kept herself composed.

"I was born," She said, "My mother was a vampire and my father was human; I have unique qualities that are apart from either species."
"What are they?"

"I am not immortal," She stated first, "I age as any other, I can walk in the sun as much as I like, I am as strong and fast as the rest of my kind, but I don't drink blood."

"So are all half-vampires like you?" Esme inquired, her curiosity growing with every answered question.

"Every half-blood is different, they all inherit different sets of genes from their parents, some have more vampire genes, other have more human."
Esme thought for a moment, "Could this person we're looking for have been human?"

"It's unlikely," Katrina replied, "Cases like mine are rare, humans tend to stay away from us when they find out what we are; usually only the ones who knew the vampire before they were turned and can't imagine that they would hurt them go near."
"And when that happens," Caleb said, "It often doesn't end well," then, changing his tone, "Have we heard anything from Isabella?"

"No. She probably just got caught on her way to meet us." Katrina pointed out.

"Do you think something bad happened to her?" she asked. "No, Isabella's pretty good at dodging Snipers," Caleb responded, laughing to himself a little.

"Snipers?" Esme knew what a 'sniper' was, in a military sense, but this sounded like something entirely different.

"It's a nickname for those who work for Snipes," Caleb said awkwardly, slightly embarrassed at the simplicity of the word, "Covers all manner of associates."
"The proper term would be FCVs." Katrina corrected.

"FCV?" Esme repeated uncertainly.
Katrina exhaled, she often forgot that Esme didn't have a lot of the knowledge that she had grown up being taught, "It stands for Fifteenth Century Vampire, another name for Nicholas Snipes, and now is a name for those who follow him as well. The FCV Case is us, we're a branch of FADS and-" Katrina registered the blank look on Esme's face. "You don't know what FADS is, do you?"

Esme shook her head.
Katrina shot a distressed look at Caleb.
*
Danny spotted me as I neared the group, and waved frantically.
Dodger came over to me and started walking with me the rest of the way until we reached the group, "Hey," He said casually.

"Hey, yourself," I replied, a little peeved with him for dragging us all out here so late.
I received a round of 'Hey, Esme," As I got closer. Mikey was talking about some rubbish he'd read on the internet with Riley, who tried to explain to him that 'you can't believe everything you read on the internet.'
"Okay, now we're all here, let's get going," Dodger started along his own trail, and we followed.
Personally, the swamps creeped me out a little. We didn't come to part of town very often, though we'd all been before, for one reason or another. To bring us all here at this time was worrying to say the least.

I sped up to walk alongside Dodger, "Dodge, where are we going?"
He eyed me strangely, as if he knew that if he told me I would call him crazy, he was probably right, by the way things were looking, but there was something else in his eyes, something new--no. It was old, it had always been there, but I'd never noticed it before.

I guess that was his answer, then.

We walked for a few more minutes, they were quiet minutes, until we came to a shack and Dodger turned onto the property.

I was puzzled for a second, and followed more cautiously, until he started up the steps to the front door.



"What is he doing?" Riley asked, I had subconsciously slowed my pace to meet his.

"Dodge?" Danny called, his voice distant as I strained my eyes to see that Dodger was picking the lock.
I almost ran up the steps, "Dodger, what are you doing? What if someone lives here? You could get in trouble for this!" I chided, Riley came up the steps behind me uttering similar words of concern with Mikey and Danny following suit.
"Esme, you know as well as I do that this place has been empty and forgotten for decades." He replied, and I was almost offended at his carelessness.

"There could be squatters!" My harsh whisper barely penetrated the fog.
He got the door open and quietly walked inside, we all hushed our voices so that as a group, we were no louder than a mouse.

We walked in one by one.
The room was dim, but most of the objects were visible, there was light coming from some sort of glass ball in a corner. The room was sparsely furnished, but what was there was unlike what I had ever seen. Dodger was standing in the emptier part of the room, looking in our direction.
"What is this stuff?" Danny asked, walking into the kitchen and shining his lighter near his points of interest.

"I don't know," Dodge responded honestly, looking at each one of us individually for a reaction.
My foot hit something as I went further along the floorboards, I looked down to see a pile of books, they looked ancient; I stooped to turn on the lamp, and knelt to take a look at the objects on the floor. I glanced in Dodger's direction, and saw a sleeping bag by his feet, "I thought you said no one lived here."

"No one does," Dodger stated and walked over to the half of the room we had invaded.
"Clearly someone does," I said as I inspected the books in front of me, I couldn't make out any of their meanings, only that they weren't the kind you were going to find in the public library.
"The curtains look like they were very hastily put up," Dodge commented, "And by the look of things, none of this is permanent. They don't live here legally anyway."

"Not many people live in 'The Swamps' legally, they just sort of claim residence and no one bothers to argue," I retorted, "You know that."
I should have been more concerned about this, what if the person came home, we would all be in big trouble, but in the moment I didn't seem to care.

My gaze turned to the object to the left of me. It looked like--
"How did you find this place?" I looked up at Dodger, who was almost directly above me.

He offered me his hand and helped me to my feet, "I was in the area when I stumbled on it."

"And what were you doing out here?"

"Uh... Science project."
"What is 'Potent Melancholy Serum'?" Danny asked aloud, holding a blue bottle.
Riley turned away from what he'd been contemplating, "I assume it's a serum that would make a person melancholy if it happened to be ingested."
"No way!" Mikey exclaimed, and we all looked in his direction, "Guys, it's a broomstick!" Ah, the ever thickening plot... Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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