Ren Faire: a Tale From the Tome of Bill
Rule of Three Blogfest
Prompt: Betrayal is in the air
Word count: 592
Part 1: Bill
Part 2: Tom
Part 3: Ed
It’s pretty hard to kill someone who’s already dead. Tom and I would have been messed up six ways to Sunday by the fall that Bill had just sustained. Fortunately his vampire physique was able to shrug it off. Unfortunately the rest of him wasn’t able to shrug off the need to whine about it.
“Ow! That fucking hurt!” he called up.
“Watch that first step.” Tom, ever helpful in these situations, yelled back.
“At last your true feelings for me emerge.”
“Enough!” I interrupted. “You two can get a room later. For now let’s get you out of there, Bill.”
“No!” he replied. “Kymara says this is the right way. Try to find a rope to....huh, what’s that?”
“She says there’s a trapdoor in the corner with a ladder leading down...Could’ve told me that sooner!”
As Bill continued arguing with his spectral companion, we found the door and descended downward by the light of my phone. As we did, I wondered if I was alone in feeling paranoid. Bill and Tom both seemed blissfully clueless as usual, but I’ve seen enough movies to be wary of following a ghost into the bowels of the earth. Oh well, friends don’t abandon friends...tempting as it might be.
After meeting up, we were directed down a steadily descending path for almost an hour. Bill finally stopped and, of course, that’s when my phone gave out. Great! Vampires can see in the dark, but Tom and I were screwed.
However, before we could complain, Bill gasped, “Unbelievable!”
“It’s amaz....” He started to answer when suddenly a torch flickered to life on the wall.
More torches lit up, illuminating a cavern some fifty feet across. The whole spontaneous ignition thingee was almost certainly a bad omen, although I’ll admit it was also pretty fucking awesome to watch. However, that wasn’t even the wildest part of it.
“Holy Tolkien’s wet dream, batman!” exclaimed Tom.
Standing before us was a legion of the dead, literally. Mummified corpses in full medieval battle armor and weaponry stood at attention. They were arranged in a semi-circle, all facing the far end of the cave.
“The guardians of the Kastanes.” Bill said in a whisper. “Tasked with holding the accursed gates of Heriot’s Pass.” and then louder, “That’s what Kymara says anyway.”
“Oddly fitting.” I remarked, gaping at the massive portcullis that filled the opposite end of the chamber. It was heavily fortified yet showed signs of stress as if something had once attempted to gain entrance from the other side.
“Check it out guys!” suddenly cried Tom. We turned to find him swinging a sword swiped from one of the corpses. “Crush your enemies...drive them before you!” *sigh* He is such a twit.
“Chill out, Legolas.” I said right before I was drowned out by a booming disembodied voice...a female voice I might add. Surprised? Neither was I.
“FOOLS! YOUR BLOOD SHALL FREE MY MINIONS FROM THE PIT!!
“What the hell...” Bill started to say when suddenly he was enveloped in a white light. “Kymara, what the fuck are...” his body started convulsing. He turned toward us and yelled, “Run! I can’t...stop...she’s...taking...ov...”
Before we could do anything to help, the spasms stopped. He smiled and a voice came from his mouth that was most certainly not Bill’s.
“Freedom will finally be ours.” the new voice purred as Bill’s fangs extended. “Right after dinner.”
“Oh shit!” muttered Tom. “What do we do?”
“Don’t ask me.” I replied as Bill stepped towards us. “You’re the one who called dibs.”
To Be Concluded...