Several minutes into the drive to
Suffield, Leola began explaining the second purpose she had in making this
journey.
“Diane has possession of
something I need to retrieve.”
“What kind of something?”
“Documents”
Pippa was on the verge of asking
what is in them. She swapped this question for another.
“Is Jennifer a member of ‘The
Guild’?”
“No...At least not yet”
Leola noticed that the vibration
of the car felt different to when she was last in the front passenger seat. She
also recognised Pippa’s body language wasn’t the same either.
“You’re a bit tenser behind the
wheel than you were last time”
“Can you blame me? Three days
ago, all I had to worry about when driving was whether I’d be on time to drop
off and pick up Rosie. Now, I’ve discovered vampires are real – and that one of
my best friends is one – has been for sixteen years.”
“Seventeen years”
“Seventeen years, then! Aspects
of my life I thought were normal – aren’t!”
“They still are.”
“At least Doug’s still in the
dark about what you are – Rosie too. Thanks for being discreet on the phone
like that.”
“It’s in both their interests not
to know. However, situations might arise where they might learn about what I
really am. I can’t control every situation which leads to that outcome.”
“I can’t say that’s reassuring,
Leola.”
“It’s the best I can do, under
the circumstances. You knowing what I am will doubtlesssly make ‘The Guild’
more nervous about vampires showing up on people’s radar. I’m sorry”
Councillor Trennell waited about
a minute before replying.
“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have
interfered.”
“Don’t be sorry – you just saw me
as a runaway from a halfway house.”
“Why did you make me believe you
were?”
“I had to”
“I don’t think that’s much of an
answer.”
Pippa noticed that the corner of
Leola’s left eye kept moving to make eye contact with her.
“Why are you looking at me like
that?”
“Your reaction to you finding out
I’m a vampire certainly wasn’t the one I was expecting”
“What response did you expect?”
“I thought you were going to ask
me the usual questions”
“The usual questions”
“You know – the bog-standard
ones! Why aren’t I bursting into flames? Are we scared of crucifixes? Does holy
water melt our skin? Do all male vampires look as buff as Tom Cruise or Robert
Pattison? Those kinds of queries”
“Which of them aren’t true?”
“None of them are”
“What about the speed?”
“That’s true”
“What about ‘The Guild’? Are you
a member?”
“Yeah, but I’m the one with the
least amount of influence over the other members.”
“I know how that feels”
Councillor Trennell didn’t feel
her inability to get the Hicks family evicted was relevant. She decided to
continue with the current conversation.
“Who has the most influence?”
“Julian”
It was nearly an hour before
Pippa’s vehicle again entered Sudfield’s driveway. She’d turned off the engine
and was about to get out of the driver’s seat, when Leola said “Where do you
think you’re going?”
“Into Sudfield”
“No you’re not.”
“I thought you said you wanted me
to take you, Leola!”
“As far as the driveway – not
actually into the building itself”
Leola looked through the windows on
either side of Pippa’s vehicle.
“Diane’s car isn’t here, which
means Emily and Lynette’s handiwork will be inside for all to see. It’s best
you to stay here, Councillor Trennell”
“Don’t talk me to like I’m twelve
years old! I’m going with you and that’s that!”
“Have you got an iron-clad
stomach?”
“Just about”
“You may find you’ll need one”
The front passenger and driver’s
doors were opened simultaneously. Most of the driveway was illuminated by the
floodlights, self-activated by the sky turning darker. Pippa was the first to
notice the majority of lights in the building were still on. Leola looked
around the gravelled parking area and counted four other vehicles. She tapped
Pippa gently on the shoulder. It felt harder than that. The impact,
fortunately, wasn’t injurious.
“Ouch!” yelped Pippa.
“Sorry, the darkness is coming in
fast. My superhuman strength emerges at that time of the evening”
“Along with the fangs and hunger
for blood, no doubt”
“The vampire in me emerges
nocturnally”
“That sounds like a line from a
Goth rock ballad. What about the execution of that paedophile?”
“It was necessary! It’s ‘Guild’
business, so I can’t discuss it with a human”
“Mortalist!” yelled Pippa,
half-jokingly.
Leola ignored Pippa’s humorous
outburst.
“Some of the lights are still on”
Leola next said.
“And the front door’s wide open”
This made the ground floor
corridor chilly. Leola was immune to its coldness. Pippa gasped heavily. Draped
on the staircase leading to the first floor was the body of Sally North. Four
steps above her were 2 more corpses – a 17 year-old male resident, Gary Parks
and Holly Pearce. Both had been drained of blood.Holly, however, had bruises on
her wrists and on her wrists. There was no clearer sign that she’d been roughly
manhandled, prior to her death. Leola observed them for a moment, then whooshed
upstairs, returning in just two seconds. She was holding the files she’d come
here to get.
“Where are the other bodies?”
“Probably anywhere in the
building: we’re done here.”
“Aren’t you going to look for
them?”
“That’s so not our purpose”
“At last, a normal teenage
phrase”
“Slip of the tongue”
“It’ll have to become part of
your vocabulary when you start at Rosie’s school”
Leola’s face was taken over by a
confessional expression.
“About that...I hypnotised you
into enrolling me at school and into giving up trying to relocate me to another
halfway house.”
“You put those ideas into my head
– why?”
“To increase the chance of you
and your family never finding out what I really am”
“If you can do that, why didn’t
you use that power to ensure I didn’t involve myself in your business?”
“That cafe was a tad too public:
I can only do it if my ‘talent’ isn’t witnessed by other people – the same is
true for all my kind.”
“So, going to school was just a
tactic, was it?”
“One of them”
“Well, not anymore it isn’t –
Paula has cleared it for you to start next Monday. School’s still going to
happen.”
Leola smiled at Councillor
Trennell and then got out her I-Phone. She selected Jennifer’s number.
“Who are you calling?”
“DCI Stoneham”
The dial tone only sounded once.
Jennifer answered immediately.
“Jennifer, its Leola – forget
babysitting Doug and Rosie. I need you to gather your CID team and head to
Sudfield ASAP. Pippa will be waiting for you when you get there.”
She didn’t extend the phone
conversation beyond that point. Leola hung up.
“What do you mean I’ll be waiting
for Jennifer? Why can’t you?”
“I have to go to Canroth General”
“Why are you heading there? More
to the point, how are you going to get there?”
“To put a spanner in the deal
Diane made with Emily and Lynette and I’ll need your car” Leola said, answering
both questions at once.
“I haven’t said yes to that!”
“But you will”
“What if I refuse?”
“Hypnosis alert”
Unwillingly, Pippa handed her car
keys to Leola.
“Don’t get a scratch on it?”
“I won’t”
“What’s the spanner, by the way?”
“I have to turn Darcy myself”
“Wait – can you drive?”
“Passed with flying colours –
1913”
The exterior walls of Parrfael
Asylum were a mixture of grey and white. It looked like a building from a
Dickens novel. The mental institution was actually built at the start of Queen
Victoria’s reign.
One of the nurses on duty was
walking in a regimented way through a long corridor. As she passed corner
leading to an adjoining one, Leola’s right arm grabbed her, pulling the nurse
out of sight. Her screams were muffled by Leola’s left hand. There was a loud
crack, a moment later. She’d broken the nurse’s neck. Her body was rapidly
dragged into a linen cupboard, where Leola put on the dead nurse’s uniform. It
was a bit tight around her hips, but just about wearable. Leola felt no remorse
for killing this woman. She saw her as one of those who were adding to the
mental misery of her daughters.
Cries of agony from a man
receiving electric shocks floated through from the next ward along. Leola
ignored them. He wasn’t the reason why she was here. Her purpose was to execute
a mother’s rescue.
She followed a procession of
doctors, matrons and orderlies to the corridor where the padded rooms were, on
either side. Leola saw a doctor look into the ones housing Emily and Lynette.
He glanced twice into Emily’s. The doctor in question summoned an orderly and a
matron. Within that padded room, he’d seen the youngest of the Eddington
sisters write ‘hobby horsey’ on the right-hand wall. She’d used the tasteless,
treacle-like broth served here as ink. The matron had a straight jacket ready
and the orderly was holding some kind of leather strap. Lynette was dragged out
by the doctor and the fierce-looking matron wrestled her into the straight
jacket. She then did up the belt-like restraints, so that Lynette couldn’t move
her arms. The matron held the top part of Lynette’s body over her bended knee.
The muscular orderly wrapped both ends of the leather strap around his hands.
He started bringing it down on various points of Lynette’s bare legs and feet,
again and again. Each blow made her cry a little harder. Suddenly, Leola took
hold of the orderly by his throat. She whizzed down the corridor. At the other
end of it was a small square window. Leola broke it completely by thrusting the
orderly’s head through it over twenty times in a few seconds.
By the time she was done, his
facial features were a heavily bloodied pulp of flesh and shattered bones. She
was back at her daughters’ padded rooms, a moment later.
The matron was the next one to
bite the dust. Grabbing the leather strap off the floor, Leola wrapped it
around the matron’s neck and throttled her so hard that blood started trickling
from her mouth. She smiled when she heard the vertebrae snap. Whilst the
slaughter was going on, the doctor had injected the sisters with morphine using
the same dirty hypodermic needle. For poisoning her daughters’ blood, Leola disembowelled
him in front of Emily. She entered both padded cells and gave them immortality.
In just two minutes, Leola killed everyone in the asylum – patients as well as
staff members. Eight hours after, she walked out of this mental institution,
flanked either side by her daughters.
Leola’s memory of this bid to
free Emily and Lynette made her aware that history had repeated itself. The
only differences were that in the case of Sudfield Hall, Leola’s daughters had
done the slaughtering, and that the victims were innocent bystanders.
She was contemplating this as she
found a parking space. This did take a fair while. Hospital car parks never
seemed reliable when wanting to find a space quickly.
Leola hypnotised Glenda as soon
as she walked in through the doors to get Darcy’s location. She succeeded where
Doug and Diane hadn’t, this time round – Leola had gotten the proper
directions. She was in the ward where Darcy was in a split-second. Removing her
from the hospital’s interior took roughly five seconds. The abducted patient
was placed in the front passenger seat of Pippa’s car.
“I was dreaming about socks, mum.
I thought...” she said groggily. “Where am I?”
Darcy had just realised she was
in someone’s vehicle. Not wanting to be here, she tried to unfasten the
seatbelt. Leola hypnotised her into remaining in this car for the duration of
the journey. She drove Darcy to a disused warehouse in a rundown retail park, a
mile from Canroth’s city centre. Darcy was laid down on a tower of wooden
crates. Leola was holding the scalpel she’d stolen in her left hand, behind her
back. The warehouse’s interior smelled of manure and there were miniature pools
of rainwater that had come through holes in the roof. Darcy wasn’t strong
enough to move far, but she’d just about managed to sit up slightly.
“Where am I?”
“Quiet!”
“Don’t fucking tell me to keep my
trap shut – where am I?”
“Somewhere I can turn you in
peace”
“Who the pissing hell are you?”
Pain shot through the front of
her head like a bullet. Darcy clutched her forehead.
“Why am I getting these headaches
all the time?”
“Because of your condition”
“What condition? Who are you?”
“Skye Linton”
“Why did you bring me to this
shitty dump?”
“Because you’re my trump card”
“I’m your what?” yelled Darcy.
She regretted shouting straight
away. Raising the volume of her voice made her head hurt a little more. Leola
didn’t give her the chance to ask any more questions. She produced the scalpel.
Suddenly, Jennifer appeared and grabbed the sharp implement off her, throwing
it away.
DCI Stoneham skipped the fatally
wounding part and turned Darcy, there and then.
“It’s done” said Jennifer.
“It was supposed to be done by
me”
“I decided that I should do it.”
“Why”
“Because you created this
situation, Leola, its’ better that I take charge of what needs to be done to
put it right.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah it is. The best way you can
help is to do two things.”
“Which are?”
“Take Darcy back to the hospital
and brush up on school life.”
“What are you going to do about
Diane? It won’t matter which one of us turned her daughter – she’ll be looking
for payback. She wants control of this situation and is bound to turn nasty if
she isn’t in the driving seat.”
“Not if I take her to police HQ”
“Arresting her – is that your
grand plan?”
“She’ll be just helping me with
my enquiries – to start off with. That’ll buy some time.”
“Time for what”
“Time for the remaining Henford
daggers to be found”
“That’s not going to work. She
can only help you with your enquires for about an hour. Diane can’t be treated
as a suspect, not without the connection to Emily and Lynette being made – and
Julian won’t allow that! Anyway, I won’t be able to find the weapons in that
amount of time!”
“I’ll worry about that, Leola.
Keys, please”
“What”
“I need them to return Pippa’s
car to her.”
“Are you giving me orders now?”
“You have the appearance of a
seventeen year-old – I look like a Detective Chief Inspector. I think it’s safe
to assume I have authority in the reality ordinary people inhabit.”
Unable to argue with Jennifer’s
logic, she tossed the keys over. DCI Stoneham caught them with her right hand.
Leola picked up Darcy, now in transition, and headed back to Canroth General.
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