King's Blood: Vampire Descent (A Serial Novel, Part 4)

by Day, P. J.

“Jack, it’s okay,” said Ted, as he pulled my hands away from Milton. “I believe him.”

  “She’s fine, Jack. Geez,” said Milton as he fixed his collar. “She was understandably freaked out...she doesn’t know what the hell is going on, so we put her in a makeshift cell.”

  “Are you feeding her properly?” I asked.

  “Yes, she is well taken care of, can we proceed?”

  “If she is hurt, you will not come out of this cave alive, understand?” I said, pointing my finger at Milton.

  “You’re rather ungrateful,” Milton quickly responded.

  Ted looked at Milton. “He really digs this girl...come on, you’re a vampire, you know how hard love can be.”

  Jenny threw in her two cents as she sat down on the rocks. “Jack, if Holly and you don’t work out, I’m available.”

  “It’s okay, thanks for the offer, Jenny,” I said dismissively.

  “Holly doesn’t even know you’re a vampire,” Milton said, with a chortle. “Good luck getting her to cooperate, I pity you.”

  Milton turned around and used his flashlight to illuminate the last few remaining yards before we entered the underground compound. We entered the rocky and perfectly hollowed tunnel. Hanging gas lamps lighted against the white bedrock. We reached a large iron door with a small window that was used to screen visitors. Milton twice tapped on the door with the bottom of his flashlight. The small metal screen in the window instantly revealed a pair of baggy Asian eyes. “Shuí qiāo mén?” a scruffy male voice asked behind the door.

  “Mi er dun,” replied Milton. “I bring Jack King, American vampire.”

  The iron door slowly squeaked open, revealing an older man, small in stature, with a long wispy beard. He wore an outfit that many around rural China wore, or what you would see in old Communist propaganda posters which showed the proletariat holding pitchforks and fists raised into the air in solidarity. He was wearing an old newsboy hat, a clean wool vanilla-colored jacket with a baggy white cotton shirt underneath, and a pair of old baggy farmer’s pants. As we walked in, he smiled at us, revealing his surprisingly clean set of fangs.

  “This is Lo,” said Milton. “He’s older than the Qing Dynasty, they say, but he has a penchant for goat’s blood, not the most nutritious.” Milton covered the left side of his mouth with his hand and whispered into my ear, “I think he’s lying about his age, just humor him...he keeps a watchful eye.”

  We all walked past Lo, giving him smiles of appreciation for keeping the compound safe.

  The underground cave where the Jiang-Shi lived was rather elaborate. There were three tunnels you could choose to walk through, as soon as you entered the main door.

  Milton stopped us from continuing further and pointed to the left tunnel: “This way are sleeping quarters. There are two rooms with around 10 beds each. One room for females, and one for males. So far, Jenny is the only one to make use of the female room. Female vampires are hard to come by down here.”

  “Is that where Holly is?” I asked.

  “No,” said Milton, pointing toward the right tunnel. “She is through this tunnel, there is a room at the end...we locked the door from the outside.”

  “Can I see her?” I asked.

  “Sure.”

  Ted, who looked like he hadn’t showered in days, asked Milton, “What’s through the middle tunnel?” He took a whiff of his armpit and scrunched his nose, “‘Cause' I am in desperate need of a bath.”

  “Middle tunnel is where my room is and also a great hall where we gather, train and occasionally dine,” Milton said. He gave Ted's shoulder a friendly pat and grinned. “If you need to freshen up, the river does the trick.”

  I had lots of questions for Milton, Ted, and Jenny, but I had an incessant and gnawing need to see Holly and check to see how she was doing. I don’t know how Milton did it, but he had somehow managed to save Holly and Ted. For that, he had earned my trust and cooperation.

  “Milton, I have an ass-load of questions about the dreams and the escape, but I need to see Holly, now,” I said. I was restless, bouncing up and down with my feet planted, as I anticipated a reunion with Holly.

  Milton threw me the key that was used for Holly’s room. I managed to catch it as it bounced off my chest. “Go talk to her, but she thinks she’s been kidnapped. Most likely, she’ll think you’re in on it.”

  I turned around and began walking briskly toward the far right tunnel, Milton stopped me with a few last words, “Does she believe in vampires?”

  I looked at him with a quizzical stare, “No, why?”

  “Good luck, my friend,” he said, giving me a wink and a nod.

  The tunnel curved right. I jogged past two rooms, one of them smelling like rotting flesh. I didn’t want to even begin to think what could be in them. I noticed another brightly lit room. It was an armory. Spears, daggers, bows, and guns were all hanging on the walls like violent pageantry. The Jiang-Shi seemed to be well-versed in weaponry, which gave me a mixed feeling of reassurance and a little bit of fear.

  As I neared the end of the tunnel, I began to hear sobbing behind a wooden door adorned with a chain and a small padlock.

  “Holly?” I asked.

  The sobbing turned into a light sniffle. “Jack?”

  “Here, let me get you out of here,” I said, as I put the key into the padlock. I wiggled the key in the keyhole, furiously. There was not a click or clank; the key that Milton gave me failed to work.

  “Jack, what’s going on?” Holly asked, still whimpering in the room.

  I placed my forehead on the door and closed my eyes, “I’m sorry, there is an explanation for all of this, I swear.” I grabbed the chain and tried breaking it by pulling it in opposite directions with my hands. “Dammit.”

  “Wha...what’s wrong?” she asked.

  “Nothing, are you all right?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine, but I’m scared. Some men kidnapped me, tied my hands and took me here on motorcycles. They blindfolded me and put a helmet over my head...I was terrified,” she said, in between sobs. “Where am I? What is this place?”

  “We’re in Guilin.”

  “China?”

  “Yes, China,” I said, in a withdrawn tone. “Just hang in there, I’ll go get some help.”

  I turned around and began running back toward where Milton and the rest of the group were. Within twenty feet of my retreat Milton, Kai, Jenny, Ted, and a couple of other menacing Jiang-Shi approached me in the tunnel. Milton pushed Ted toward me, making him stumble as he landed in my arms.

  “Hey man, what the fuck?” said Ted, as he pulled himself up using my arms.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I asked.

  “I want all the answers. You need to give them to me now, before we proceed or if you want to see Holly and Ted again,” said Milton, sternly.

  “See me? I’m right here, right?” Ted quickly added.

  “Kai, can you please put him in with Holly?” Milton requested.

  “No...no...I just wanted a shower,” Ted said. He turned to me, “Please tell them that I need a bath. I don’t want to be locked up. I stink real bad.”

  “It’s okay, Holly needs company. I got this, don’t worry,” I said to Ted, as his face went from general bewilderment to outright fear as his brow and eyes sagged with panic.

  Kai dragged Ted toward the wooden door that contained Holly. He unlocked the chain and padlock. I caught a glimpse of Holly as she attempted to bolt through the door. Kai held up his right arm and showed Holly the palm of his hand. She yielded and made eye contact with me and I gave her a slight nod of reassurance. She put her hand over her mouth and began sobbing. Kai grabbed Ted by his left arm and escorted him into the room.

  “Come with me, Jack,” urged Milton, with a cunning smirk.

  “Will you assure their release if I do?” I asked.

  Milton came over to where I was standing and gently put his arm over my shoulder. “I never, ever go back on my promises, do I?”


  Jenny stuck her finger in the air about to respond to Milton’s rhetorical question. Milton cut her off as soon as she opened her mouth, “Ah...ah...ah,” he said, gesturing a zipping motion over his mouth.

  Chapter Seven

  I sat in an old wooden chair, looking up at Milton as he paced around the room. His room, well-lit with hanging gas lamps and candles made of fat rather than wax, judging by its sour smell, was adorned with expensive-looking furniture and artwork. His king-sized bed, with an antique oak frame was placed on the other side of room from where I was sitting and had his Macbook sitting right on top of the silk bedspread. Next to me was a matching armoire which Milton had opened, revealing a crystal liquor set filled with blood. “Drink?” he asked.

  “Sure,” I said. A vampire never rejects blood when offered, even if it comes from a questionable source.

  I sniffed the glass Milton handed to me. I gave him a suspicious glare. “What is this?”

  “Taste it,” he said, with a frivolous smile.

  I gently put the edge of the glass against my dry lips. The thick, semi-lumpy liquid brushed through my palate and raced down my throat. “Holy hell, that was incredible,” I said, my eyes lighting up like Christmas lights.

  Milton leaned into me and ecstatically asked, “Guess where it came from?”

  “Umm...virgins?” I said, jokingly.

  “Dead Mongolians,” he said, with a boorish grin.

  “Thanks,” I said, in slight disgust as I placed the glass on his royal antique work desk. “Did you have a hand in murdering them, too?”

  “No, of course not, they were already dead. They were all freshly deceased workers who died building that dam up river.” He lifted the glass and offered a toast, “To market reforms!”

  He drank the poor workers’ blood in one swig and slammed the bottom of the glass on the nicely lacquered wooden desk, leaving a circular dent in the finish. I didn’t bother drinking the rest of it. Even though one must be an opportunist and receive blood gracefully in any form, the thought that the drink was extracted from a person who probably died being exploited didn’t sit well with me.

  I carefully scanned the room as Milton’s eyelids drooped with drunkenness. The blood was very pure, and they say hard work and humidity breeds quality. Consumed with curiosity, I asked, “You’ve got a nice little setup over here. You steal this stuff?”

  “Me, steal?” he said, laughing. “I don’t steal, I’m no thief. Just because we live underground and we have nice things, that doesn’t make us rats.”

  “So, how did you score the bikes, the furniture, this nice liquor set? I doubt you work.”

  Milton shook his head exaggeratedly, “Wait a minute, aren’t you the one who is supposed to answer the questions?”

  “I was just curious.”

  Milton pulled a matching wooden chair from the side of the armoire and planted his foot on it, while resting his left forearm on his knee. “So, how did you manage to get Jenny doped up after you bit her?” he asked.

  “Don’t your victims act strange after they’re bitten? I mean after all, it’s a shock to the system, you know?”

  “Don’t be silly, Jack. Jenny is a prostitute. She’s a nice girl but in the end, she is a whore, or whatever you want to call her,” he said, as he plopped onto the chair, putting the palms of his hands on both knees and leaning close into me. “She makes a living feeding us and she never feels euphoria when Kai or I neck on her.” He leaned back, and took a rather pensive posture. “In fact, I feel dirty doing it and so does she.”

  “Well, I’m sorry to hear that, you just don’t have the right touch, I guess.”

  Milton stood up, kicked the chair and began yelling, “Don’t you lie? Her neck was instantly healed! How?” He opened the door to his room and called for Jenny. “Get your ass in here.”

  Jenny walked in with a bright smile on her face and asked, “Is Jack going to bite me?”

  “No,” Milton scolded her. “Show him the left side of your neck.”

  Jenny pushed away her silky, black hair and revealed two bumpy callouses on her neck.

  “See the scars?” Milton asked, as he grabbed Jenny’s hair, exposing her neck. “Where did you bite her that night in the club?”

  “On her right side?” I said, rather unsure.

  “Precisely, no scarring, no marks, clean as a baby’s ass.” Milton let go of her hair and shoved her out the door with his hand over her lower back. “I’ll call you if I need you.”

  Milton proceeded to close the door, turned around and continued with his intense gaze. “Jack, I like Ted. He’s a fun guy. I’ll be the first one to admit Holly is a piece of ass; you don’t want them in there for too long, do you?” he asked, taking a more submissive posture as he sat down again.

  “I don’t trust you after the stunt you pulled back there. This whole setup, the nice stuff you got out of nowhere, you look like exploitative people, I’m sorry.”

  “Exploitative? We are fucking vampires, Jack,” Milton said. “We don’t have much recourse. You’re lucky. Look at you, you’re a good-looking guy, you dress well, you had no problem assimilating. We aren’t allowed to play by the rules. We are practically peasants who happen to be vampires.”

  “Again, how do I know you aren’t manipulating me right now?” I asked, pulling his hand away from my face.

  “Okay, I’ll go first, ask me anything.” Milton suggested, as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

  “How in the hell did you infiltrate my dreams?” I asked, as my eyes began to well up.

  Milton stood up from his chair and began pacing the room, repeatedly smoothing his face with his hand. “Luc is going to kill me for this,” he said, with marked worry.

  “Who the hell is Luc?” I asked.

  Milton opened the door and yelled at Kai, “Dài lái de tóugǔ.” I could see Kai walking slowly toward the tunnel. Milton stood by the door, looking at me with an uncomfortable smile.

  “You need Kai to explain how you did this?”

  “Kind of, you’ll see,” he said, motioning his hand in a downward gesture. Kai came in through the door with a black, velvety tote bag in his right hand, which seemed to contain a medium-sized ball. He handed the bag to Milton.

  “Jack, before I proceed to answer your question, do you know anything about your own anatomy?” asked Milton, as Kai looked on.

  “What? You mean our teeth? Our ability to quickly heal? That we have no expiration date?”

  “Beyond that? Anything else?” asked Milton, as he put his hand inside the bag.

  “No,” I said, with slight confusion.

  Milton pulled out a skull with a reddish tinge from the bag. The smell was horrifying, as there were still pieces of flesh hanging on the side of the cranium. I immediately noticed the skull’s set of sharp fangs in its mouth. I looked away, my brow crinkled in disgust. Kai’s face turned white as a ghost and quickly left the room.

  “No reason to be grossed out,” Milton said to me. “He died a hero, he really did,” he proclaimed, holding up the skull as if were performing Hamlet. “I want to show you something before Jon is put to rest.”

  “That’s Jon?” I asked, gagging and almost puking out the blood I had just drunk. “How did you get his head back?”

  “The rest of my men just showed up, they brought back Jon—his head I mean—and that accountant fellow.”

  “Larry?” I said. “Where is he? We need to get him home.”

  “We dropped him off in Guilin City with some long-haired traveling Westerners,” Milton said. “We told him to tell them he was lost. He had such a horrified face, from what I hear. He’ll be fine.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Listen, Guilin City loves tourists, he's in good hand—now hear me out, okay,” Milton said, snapping his fingers trying to get my full attention. He brought the fresh skull close to my face. I turned my head but still had my eyes fixated on the skull, magnetized by morbid curiosity. Milton placed a
finger inside the skull’s nasal cavity. I fought off my aversion and focused on what Milton was trying to show as I completely faced the skull.

  “See that?” he asked, pointing to a small, thin piece of fleshy cartilage inside the skull which extended from the lower-brow area down to the middle portion of the nasal cavity. “Watch this.” Milton flipped the skull and proceeded to blow air through the foramen magnum, a hole where the skull attaches itself to the spine. I looked closely into the nasal cavity and the little piece of cartilage began flapping, vibrating like a thin piece of tracing paper against the breeze.

  “What the hell?” I exclaimed, as my revulsion transformed itself into astonishment.

  Milton pulled the skull away from me and gently put it back into the black tote bag, with respect and dignified reverence. “Qíyú Zài hépíng,” he said to himself, with sorrow in his eyes, carefully placing the bag on the desk.

  “I have that thing in my head?” I asked.

  “We all do, Mr. King.”

  “What else is inside me?”

  “I don’t know, I’m not a doctor or a surgeon and I don’t want to go around giving autopsies to fallen comrades either.”

  “How do you know about this and what does it do?”

  “We the Jiang-Shi are the last remaining vampire social group or some might say a tribe. Our camaraderie has enabled us to retain many traits that makes us vampires,” he said, lowering his eyes solemnly. “Most of the remaining vampires are like you: solitary, wayward creatures.”

  “So, how does that flap relate to my dreams and you?”

  “We call this technique, Mènghuà.” he said, as he got up from the chair and poured himself another glass of blood. “We have discovered the ability to fine-tune hums at varying decibels which stimulates that small flap inside your skull when dreaming.”

  I sat still in my chair, completely frozen, focused on Milton’s every word as if he were a renowned college professor unveiling the cure for cancer. Milton’s revelation had made me want to learn more about who I was. Why was I a vampire? Why was I here? What makes me different from humans other than the obvious traits: the horrible, undignified, monstrous traits.