DRACULA: A VERY SPECIAL FLAVOUR

The Conflicted Soul - part 2

1885

Sister Agatha took the old nuns hand into hers. The elderly sister was getting feeble with her story as God's calling to his eternal garden was close.

"What happened to the boy...the gypsies claimed his body?"

Sister Mary closed her long tired eyes, "the boy woke. They carried him off...that was on my dream and I know it is true...he opened his eyes and came back like the lord Jesus"

"but he had his throat cut...there is no way anybody could...but I suppose with the fast healing formula in his body"

Sister Mary nodded.

"But what became of him...where did he go?"

Mary met her eyes, "So many questions...yes...he lived and he was shunned by his clan...they said he was now the spawn of the devil...a demon from the hell fires that had taken over his mortal body"

"But he lived?"

"Yes...and in my dream he was rescued from a torrid mountain river by a hunter of evil things..."

"tell me..."

"he was also in mortal danger from a coven of gypsy witches that were hellbent to destroy the demon they said he had become..."

1863

Up in the mountains, deep in the thick forests, the cave entrance glowed.

The Gypsy hag was old and wizened. But she was the mother flame. Through her grey eyes she looked into the fires in the cauldron, "the boy is an abomination...and the red gypsy flames have told me that his path will be a dark one, even though he does not know it"

The coven of red witches in their sack cloth robes, gathered around the flames that aluminated the cave that was the site of their temple.

"he is cursed...they say that!", said her novice.

Another of the coven stepped forward ad pointed a finger at her, "His clan did...but for a mortal to die and be resurrected on the same day is not a good sign...for a boy who was found to have extraordinary strength, and the will of a thousand men shows how deep the unnatural essence runs through him"

A raven haired girl nodded her head, her face glowing in the soft fire light,"He was found they say...by the nuns at the convent. They took him in from the wolves and gave him to a good home within the clan"

The wizened old hag looked at her and considered her input, "Yes...that is so...but he was in no danger from the salivating jaws of the those filthy beasts...there is a dark aura that protects him...a darkness that shields him from those who will him dead"

A coven member that was know to rebel at times glared at her, "Like you?"
The old hag shot a returning glare that was so bright, that it threatened to out do the flames, "WE ARE THE SISTERS OF THE RED GYPSY FLAME, IT IS US WHO MUST PROTECT OUR PEOPLE"

The coven member who acted as medium in these debates waved out a calming hand, "We all know that mother flame...but what proof do we have that he is an abomination?"

The old eyes of the mother narrowed at her, "Only what is brought to us...the resurrection...the unnatural strength...the speed he can run...even his uncle used him when they chord for treasures...because he could see clearly in a moonless night"

The rebel shrugged, "But what danger, if there is any, that he can do us? Hasn't he been shunned by the clan? Expelled for forever and a day"

The mother flame agreed, "That might be so...but he still lives and whilst he lives...the land will be blighted...HE HAS NO PLACE IN THIS TIME...the star charts do not configure to his existence...it means that the future mapped out is uncertain...that he is above and beyond all of that"