Today’s offering for the WEP+IWSG Challenge is the climax of the piece I wrote for August’s Red Wheelbarrow prompt – HERE. However, I’ve changed the POV, and as some people requested, we are back with Detective Sparkle Anwyl, who is a guest at the wedding. Enjoy – if I do not scare you with the gory finale of my vampire tale.
Another Horrible Harvest
Saturday 8th August 2015
The glass goblet of crimson wine looks tasty. Maybe
not summery but tempting.
Yet Mina is hesitant. Scared. Unlike the Mina Westenra
of the Goth Patrol, ready to tackle a bully or a ghoul.
A for Atypical.
Kama bites my ear, then notices my stud-tapping. “What
did the elderly guy say to her. Or is it hard to lip read from here?”
“A welcome. Something about his addiction to blood. He
freaked Mina out. Not the Goth reaction I remember. Acting has changed my
friend.”
Has policing changed me? Enriched if meeting Kama is included.
“If that’s human blood, this could be a crime scene.”
“Or a vampire case. That ghost was a cold case, not outside our remit as detectives. Anyway, we’re off duty. Let’s watch and listen, cariad.”
My school friend’s behaviour jangles every nerve and
tattoo. Why?
The old man? A for Ancestry. V for Victim. P for
Plasma.
He can’t be Owain Glyndwr, even if I’m proud to be
Welsh and await the return of our national hero.
Another actor?
The best man finishes reading email greetings to the
married couple, then nods to the elderly man.
“I’m cutting my speech short in favour of the wisdom
of our host and hero.”
Owain springs to his feet, belying his reputed years.
“Over the centuries, I’ve watched and waited. History
says I’ll return to set Wales free from the conquerors’ yoke. But blood is the
charm today, and we’re all here to celebrate this blessed union instead. I
could regale you with tales of battles and feuds, with horrors wrought and
deeds undertaken. But my life was nothing compared to the future ahead for Mina
and Dafydd.”
With a wink towards Mina, he raises his glass of
crimson wine. “Welcome to the Glyndwr Dynasty. This is your century. May
you and my Great Nephew have many decades of fun ahead.” Facing the gathering,
he continues, “Ladies, lords, friends, join me for a bridal toast. May you
thrive and spawn many generations, Mina and Dafydd.”
He drains his glass.
No excuse needed to drink – in
moderation. Even if us guests are served champagne – and there might be a crime
lurking.
Mina smiles but doesn’t touch her
glass.
“Your actress friend is scared to
drink hers. A poisoned chalice, perhaps.”
My tattoos tingle at the scene. P
for Poison. M for Murder. R for Revenge.
“I never knew her to refuse
alcohol as a teenager.”
Mina reaches for a glass – of
fruit juice.
Her stand-in father, Victor
Frankel leans over to Dafydd, who mouths back, ‘Your moment.’
Victor rises.
“In the sad absence of Mina’s
late father, I’ve been proud to give her away to another special person and
talented actor. As their director, I see a fruitful partnership ahead – even under
another’s direction.”
We all laugh or clap. He pauses,
then removes a sheaf of paper from his jacket.
“I’d like to thank our host, the irrepressible Owain
Glyndwr, for making today possible. As a descendent of the last true Prince of Wales, it’s fitting
this ancestral home is where I’m announcing the next film from Oriole Productions –
Horrible Harvest.”
Suitable
cheers and foot stamps. My tattoos tingle – a pleasing sensation for once. E
for Excitement and Error.
“Our
new tale of bloody murders, duplicitous intrigue and evil disguised as good will
star our talented couple – and chill our audience. Perhaps, our usual smoke and
mirrors will garner its own harvest of honours. This will be our version of
that classic, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. But transposed to
the mist shrouded but beautiful mountains of North Wales.”
The
evidence is in the speeches. Case resolved. Everyone plunges back into
festivities.
Congratulations
are due the glowing couple.
Mina
and I embrace. I tease her.
“Not
the Goth you threatened to run away with. But he’s a catch.”
“Even
as a teen, I wanted attention. Just as you wanted to fight injustice. And I
guess your partner is—”
“Another
injustice warrior. Kama – the best woman and detective in my life.”
The
untouched glass is behind her. Tempting me to smell and taste its contents.
Kama
distracts Mina. “So, when we get married, you must both attend the
celebrations. No date yet, but we’re making plans. Not straightforward…”
Letting
my distraction distract, I step behind and take the cup.
Musty
but not sulphurous. I dip my finger in, then lick it.
R
for Robust and E for Energising.
Time
to REVAMP our fears.
I
hand Mina the goblet. “An unusual concoction that suggests blood. But it’s not
a case for our forensic guys. Maybe special effects are responsible. Enjoy it
without fear.”
She sips, then smiles, and laughs.
“Better
than blood. Also, revitalising. I will get addicted.”
“The
power of suggestion. Blend fruit juice, red wine, herbs and spices. Call it
blood. And throw in vampires.”
***
There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.
Arthur Conan Doyle
Word Count 830: FCA
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