The Castle Karlstadt – Excerpt 11
The local Priest, he who had enlisted me, started to offer an explanation, ‘Are you aware of the history of Karlstadt and its castle?’ he enquired of me. ‘I am aware of the happenings of ten years ago. when the people rebelled and ended the Karlstadt Dynasty,’ I tried not to sound too judgemental, I wasn’t present at the time, so I had no right to judge anyone.
The Mayor suddenly seemed to come out of his reverie, ‘Both mine and Bruno’s Daughter were taken and killed by these creatures, we have had peace and prosperity for ten years but now these creatures are back, from the grave or from hell itself!’ he stated sadly then slumped back in his chair, a broken man, haunted by memories of the past.
It was all starting to slowly come together for me, it seemed they had in mind a Vampire hunting expedition. And I, as a military man had been chosen to lead it. I have fought thugs in India, Kaffirs in Africa and Russians in the Crimea, but vampires were something of an unknown quantity to me. But in my personal experience the stopping power of an Enfield rifle would stop most things, natural or otherwise. I wondered when and who was going to break it to me, I had a feeling it would be sooner rather than later.
The Priest opened his mouth to speak, here it comes I thought to myself, any time now, ‘We need a leader, a man with experience to lead an expedition to the Castle and root out and destroy this evil presence, once and for all!’ ‘And you have decided amongst yourselves that I am that man, am I right?’ ‘If you accept the task, you will have our eternal gratitude.’ stated the Priest.
(C) Damian Grange 2019