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of the Vampires
Out of the blackness of night a vampire creature shot
through the dark clouds like the Grim Reaper and swooped down and
landed on a pointed mountain peak high over the world.
Amidst awesome darkness its black formation formed into
a humanoid creature as it visualized its first appearance thousands
of years ago, and it realized it had forgotten its supernatural
origins, and it was mysterious and obscure, and it had memories of
the Carpathian Mountains,
where it believed something occurred.
For the first time in its existence it saw its
obliteration and violently shuddered and its shape altered as it
almost lost control.
The world still seemed unrecognizable and it was
staggered by the hidden dangers to it and it monitored its formation
considered how recent occurrences could possibly have occurred, and
the humans, which it fed on, had ways of destroying it, and they had
destroyed most of its vampire creatures, and they had been turned
into ashes after hideously being destroyed.
It instantaneously changed into a bat formation and
leapt up into the air, and raced away towards its castle, buried away
in an immense wood, hidden away from discovery, and it entered the
trees at an unknown unexplored region, and it shifted into its long
black shadows like a strange black ghost formation.
It contemplated the real dangers to its survival and
eternal life and it began to contemplate how it could survive.
Its supernatural species was so ancient it could not
believe it had a beginning.
Memories of the strange human creatures swirled through
its thoughts, and their villages and armies it had destroyed in wars,
and their strange folklore and rituals mystified it, and it recalled
what they had altered into, and the ways they used to destroy the
other vampires creatures.
It had been contacted by unknown humans by an unknown
form, of supernatural origins, and it had chosen not to make contact,
and it had not entirely grasped their extraordinary powers, with an
unknown extraordinary technology, and it had been lucky as its castle
was barely visited by them and it knew they feared it.
It had always had vague memories of it being trapped on
the world, as a strange celestial object lost out in space, and it
realized it had to fight to survive further than it had done before,
and it wondered if it could, and it thought of escaping from the
vicinity and discovering somewhere else.
The moon shifted overhead above the treetops as it
formed a monster shape creature as it flew through the trees, and it
watched the castle emerge through the trees ahead, and it suddenly
sensed something, and it took comfort in the moon’s
existence with its familiarity, and it resembled a stellar sight it
Its strange shadows shifted about the lower trees below
in the moonlight, probing out everywhere, and it studied everything
in its surroundings, expecting hideous encounters, and it thought of
all the ancient wars and deadly encounters it had won.
In the trees at the front of the castle it landed hard
and instantly formed into the most deadly hideous supernatural
monster it had ever contrived and propelled itself forward and
smashed through the trees and its body adapted to its new form and
formed more powerful legs and razor-sharp claws.
Something strange paralyzed it, and it could not break
free, and it detected a form of energy, an energy formation it never
recognized, and it felt it withdrawing energy from it, and it used
the remains of its energy to alter into its human formation and saw
humans appear from the castle, with a strange technology it never
realized existed, and watched as they surrounded it, and it tried to
look like one of them, and show it was one of them, and the wood and
strange beings vanished, and it went into a dormant state.
lawyer of Howard Eisenberg rushed in the door and the others were
left speechless, and John Eisenberg realized how much Howard
Eisenberg had influenced and terrified them, and he watched his
uncle’s aged lawyer and his peculiar reactions to everything trying
to grasp why he was not reacting the way he should be, and he
conclusively recalled him from when he was younger, when he visited
The lawyer stopped in front of them and nervously held
out a document, and Eisenberg instantly realized how valuable it was,
and especially to him, and he knew it had something important.
Amusement appeared on the lawyer’s face and Eisenberg
realized again he knew something he should know, and the lawyer bent
his head close and opened out the document and peered at it.
When he never did anything Eisenberg glanced over at
Kurt shifting out his seat to the window behind him, where he looked
down the side of the giant building to the New York traffic below,
city streets glowing in
the dying rays of sunlight, and
sun sinking into the distant
Eisenberg shivered when a cold breeze blew across the
back of his neck from an open window, and he never moved and kept his
eyes fixed on the room and lawyer not wishing to miss anything, and
watched the room grow silent, with the suspense, and he studied the
six remaining members of the Eisenberg family.
After nothing occurred again they began whispering and
adjusting their seats and Eisenberg observed the lawyer anxiously
leave and go and get an old video with a typed label out a box, which
he showed to them, by rotating it in his hand, with a glint of
surprise, followed by sadness, and he stopped in front of them, and
Kurt rushed back into his seat.
“Your deceased uncle, Howard Eisenberg,” he
announced to them all, “requested that you watch the video …”
He went to the door and signaled someone, who arrived
with an old video player television and set it up and keenly took the
video off him and gently fitted it into it.
The picture surprised Eisenberg as it was really ancient
and with signs of deterioration, with the colors making it resemble
an old war movie.
The camera showed his uncle in an office by himself,
behind a large desk, puffing away at one of his large cigars, and
Eisenberg felt sick looking at it, and shifted in his seat, and
wondered how much he inhaled it, and if he would suddenly look sick.
The picture flickered to his amusement, and he studied
him wondering what he missed about him as some of the things about
him in the papers and the rest of media were unbelievable, and some
definitely created by him for effect, and he realized he might never
grasp what he was altogether like.
Howard Eisenberg sat back cheekily staring straight into
their eyes from the screen and they sat silently, not budging,
wondering what he intended, and what the eventual outcome would be.
He sat upright, and stared more deeply, and came to a
conclusion, and grabbed a bottle of
whiskey and unscrewed
the cap, and Eisenberg realized how little objects in it were dated,
even though the film was clearly old, and he listened to distant
vehicle and voice tones absurdly mingling,
and he recalled old
silence seemed to
engulf the room.
seemed different somehow and doing something and he tried to grasp
what, and saw strange reactions from him to things, and he stared
straight at them, and as though he was staring directly at him, like
he once had done.
He unhurriedly muttered, “Each
one of you will get one of my personal estates … But I want the
ownership of the businesses, and wealth, to go to one of you, who’ll
do as I wish!”
He sat back and
looked through documents on his table and
Eisenberg sat staggered
wondering how much he had profited, and tried to recall his estates
and where he stayed, and from what he had heard, and the media, and
realized he never even knew where he stayed, but knew he had lived on
his own, and had not remarried, and he wondered which of them he
intended his businesses and wealth to
go to, and why he insisted one person should run them, and why he had
never allowed any of them to be involved with them.
Eisenberg thought of his six cousins
there – and who was the most
experienced, and realized he had to have made a mistake.
Eisenberg realized he should
have done what he once intended to do and become experienced in the
businesses Howard Eisenberg had, and not just become the private
detective that he had become, and he realized how lucky he was that
he had actually got one of his estates, and for a few seconds
wondered if they were far bigger than he imagined, and that Howard
Eisenberg had given them what
they wanted, and he never needed to give them the companies.
To his surprise the lawyer left the room and returned
and gave each of them an envelope, with their name on it, and kept a
large brown envelope.
Eisenberg quickly opened his and glanced at the
documents inside and saw he got some form of country mansion, which
surely was away out in some desolate rural region, and he was not so
sure he had really profited.
looked up from what he had been doing and stared straight at them
again, and the others stopped discussing what they got, and Eisenberg
realized two had got large city buildings, and that they might have
profited far more.
“After considerable thought,”
continued nervously, “I’ve been unable to come to a conclusion on
who should get the businesses …”
Eisenberg gasped and sat looking confused, wondering
what he wanted, and what he wanted the person to do, and if he was
given it if he could carry it out and he considered getting someone
else to run it for him and he wondered why he never did that himself,
and what the hell he was up to, and he sat watching him, and studying
him, and saw how mysterious he was, and wondered how he had managed
to accumulate his wealth, and recalled stuff about his
searched through his documents and threw them over at his side, and
shouted, “I’ve decided to choose the person I want with a little
game I’ve come up with, giving you a little adventure ... I’ll
give you a clue that’ll lead to a harder one, followed by other
clues, which will take you to a treasure chest, and the person who
returns with the contents shall win ... The first clue is: A
lake I’d avoid. In a giant skull.”
At the edge of his vision Eisenberg watched the traffic
getting thicker as the taxi rushed on, and the driver give quicker
glances, and he listened to the loud voices and horns mingle with
engines, and he opened his laptop and watched the news.
Beside him he glanced over at Kurt as he continued
checking information, and he realized how much he had changed since
he had seen him in Howard Eisenberg’s lawyer’s office, and he
realized that he had been working far more than he had thought and
had surely been losing sleep.
It was crazy! He himself had searched everywhere he
could for the answer to the clue, and every lake he could discover
with anything like a skull, and had even started dreaming of finding
it, just for the sensation of it. They all intended to get it
He pulled out a small flask and downed some whisky and
relaxed against the back of the seat and watched cars going by.
He now could not grasp what Howard Eisenberg was talking
about, even though it sounded simple, and he wondered if what was
there still existed, and why it would not be damaged if it was buried
He had to have checked every lake! He had even been
dreaming of lakes, and he considered if the skull was something else
than he thought it was, and he realized the entire search would have
been useless if it was, and he recalled Howard Eisenberg liked
playing games and he became sure it was his main motivation.
Although he kept realizing the first clue had been
mentioned as it being easy to get, and he realized they were just not
checking something. He recalled the lawyer’s reactions when he
questioned him on the phone on the previous morning, and that he was
actually scared of something that might occur, and he was sure he
could be sacked or something for doing something.
window he heard a
open and instantaneously recognized a black car along the road. The
car belonged to another
private investigator he knew and he watched him wave over at him when
he spotted him, and he realized why!
It was surely the fact
that some of the occurrences got in the news. Though it was not
really about the treasure quest and about Howard Eisenberg and his
had no idea what the
outcome would be, and
he considered using all the investigators he had ever met to get to
the source of what they were looking for.
He attempted to comprehend what he had suggested, from the
glared over at him for
a moment with some urgency,
and swiftly returned to what he was doing.
He had chosen to join up with Kurt for a reason, and
that he could help him greatly get what he wanted.
Both had searched libraries everywhere for clues, and
for unknown lakes, and anything resembling one, and he started to
realize that one of the others could find it first after all, and he
wondered what would happen if they found the clue first and they
never got to see the next clue, and if the person who found it never
got the next clue, and he was sure that if nobody found the treasure
chest he had left that he had an alternative plan and he wondered if
his uncle was ludicrous enough to give it away to someone else.
The whole event was unbelievable, and he could hardly
get any sleep, and he could hardly believe anyone could do such a
thing, with so much a stake, and realized how dangerous things could
become, and he even started checking files and information on his
other five relatives, checking what they were like, and if they could
become dangerous, and in the end left it, as he realized the
information the other investigators gathered gave little on them, and
little that he never already knew.
Suddenly he spotted Kurt sitting upright with his eyes
wide, staring at something on his laptop, and Eisenberg listened to
something he could barely hear that Kurt was listening to, and he
even tried to block out the outer sounds of loud vehicles with his
hands about his ears.
He was sure he was listening to the news, about
something, and rushed over beside him, and straightaway realized it
was not major news and insignificant regional occurrences, and was
about to return to his seat when he spotted a lake where there were
birds flying about everywhere, and to his surprise were attacking
people and he examined it closely trying to get what they were doing,
but he could not grasp what was happening or why Kurt now insisted
something was occurring that he should see.
It was incredible and he suddenly spotted Kurt’s eyes
staring at a particular spot near the shore at the opposite side of
the lake, where he saw a large white rock was buried away in the
trees, and that it looked like a giant skull.
shuddered as he considered the dangers
that existed and his gaze went out across the small lake to a group
of trees and to where the
large white skull rock was buried away, searching
for any disturbances and signs that the birds were about there, and
even though he had seen them on the news, he could not grasp why the
birds were classed as dangerous.
Television and newspaper reporters about the car park,
and his sides, were leaving, and he wondered what he missed, and
tried to grasp why the birds had been attacking them and where they
went, and he searched everywhere about the landscape for activity, or
birds and wildlife, and hidden dangers.
It was even as though they thought they needed some form
of protection from something, and he considered if there were
dangerous species that he had not noticed, and if predator birds were
a danger if they attacked them, and he saw Kurt coming over from
behind some trees behind him and was amazed to see his other
relatives appear one by one and follow him, and he started to realize
that they might be joining up to make an agreement, which he knew he
should have predicted at the start, as if one person found the next
clue they would all be out the game, as there was no way for them to
move on and getting the next clue, unless they found out and followed
The game was basically stupid and he wondered why he had
not packed the whole thing in, and he realized that he could just
follow the others around, and have them investigated, and perhaps get
something out of it if any of them were successful.
The lake itself was far too small and empty to have more
than a few visitors, perhaps there for its isolation, and he realized
it was not classed as a lake to them, and he realized he still had
not found it marked anywhere and wondered how they were supposed to
have found it, if it had not been on the news, and he felt annoyed
realizing it had been classed as an easy clue.
Eisenberg sat on a boulder and studied the white skull
rock in the trees and wondered why they were sure it was anything,
and not just their minds, and imagining it looked like it, and he
followed Kurt and the others as they left and started walking around
the shore to it.
On their approach to it he suddenly spotted people
hidden away about the lake that seemed to be doing things and he
tried to identify what they were doing and if they were connected to
the media or something, and he stood and watched the others rush over
to the white skull rock trying
to identify anything they could and they started searching it, and
anything they found.
Near the shore he watched fishermen casting lines and to
his surprise he spotted large pigeons and crows all sitting on
branches of nearby trees, and he started to realize how many of them
there were and studied their fixed features and saw their vicious
facial appearances, wondering if they were vicious or looked that
He wondered how much a menace they were, and if they had
nests or something nearby, and if they could do something, and he
gasped when he saw some attack other birds, and suddenly they all
started shrieking, and started gliding up into the air, and flew
straight towards the fishermen, and he wondered if he should shout
over to them or something.
One of the fishermen looked up in horror and saw them,
and shaded his eyes from the bright sunshine, and stood studying
them, and they dived down at them, and big black crows dived-bombed
him and flew straight at them, and they started waving their hands
and arms about, throwing them away from them if they got near, and
hundreds of them started attacking and screeching and the fishermen
picked up sticks and waved them in the air, and threw objects.
Eisenberg realized they were not a real threat and some
of the fishermen started to think it was hilarious and he watched
others shouting and waving their fists and swearing at them.
He tried to grasp what they were actually doing and why
they had not been discovered before and why they had suddenly been
reported to the media.
Something he could not quite grasp that was there, and
he was sure the fishermen and others had clearly visited there before
and had not been confronted, and he realized it was not nests, and he
watched fishermen furiously waving their fists as they left in a
For a moment he thought they spotted him but saw the
swarm head over to a couple romantically rowing along the lake’s
edge, and race towards them, and he was surprised when they reached
them and that they splattered them with excrement and flew away, and
the man waved his fist and overturned the boat, throwing them into
the water, and he heard Kurt shout from behind him that he had found
something in the mouth of the large skull rock.
“Where the hell’s this?” Eisenberg gulped, as he
woke, looking about him, and out the taxi window, seeing nothing but
“Where you’re going to!” the driver smirked,
searching the blackness ahead in the dim headlight, as the car
shifted slowly along a farm lane, and Eisenberg realized he had blown
He sat transfixed, and felt a
sensation of happiness when the moon
emerged ahead and its light probed that region of the road, and deep
through the surrounding dark clouds radiating and he crouched over
when he spotted a tomb shape he was sure was the mansion, and mansion
Howard Eisenberg had given
him, and he felt furious it was so far out in nowhere, from what he
saw, and realized he would have a bad time selling the thing.
darkness and moonlight it looked like a haunted building.
The taxi eventually came to a slow halt at a wall and he
considered returning home, as it was nothing like he expected, and he
could not forgive Howard Eisenberg
for giving him the thing and he sat considering what to do. He
originally intended to go and see it before it got dark but he
underestimated things and it got dark, and in the end he just paid
the driver and jumped out the taxi with his bag
and marched away along a lane going to it, watching the surrounding
wood, and the taxi left and drove away into the distance, and he
wondered what he would do if it was the wrong building and the owners
never had a phone.
It was freezing,
and the visible landscape was a mess of wild vegetation and trees.
What he saw of the dark shape of the building was
heavenly and deadly and he wondered why everything was such a mess,
and he realized that Howard Eisenberg could not stayed there and he
wondered why he had bought such place.
At the door he knocked when he saw it never had a
doorbell and eventually he removed the keys he got and tried them
until he found one that fitted the lock and swiftly entered it, and
realized he had finally visited the place and he started to explore
what he could see in the darkness, and he realized how ancient the
place was, but had new things added to it and he felt deep
satisfaction to discover it actually had a light and hunted down the
Once the light was on he stood dazzled trying to get why
Howard Eisenberg bought such a place, as nothing added up, and
wondered if he had bought and got stuck with it many years ago,
before he got his empire.
As he wandered about he swiped away webs going across
corridors and doorways, and he found what looked like a living room
and switched on the light and sat on an ancient form of sofa, which
creaked and cracked up one side, and he sat back with a sad
expression staring an ancient painting over the fireplace, covered in
dust and webs, and he studied the figure in the portrait with some
amazement and gasped when he saw the eyes, and gasped at the age of
it and rushed over to see it up close.
It looked so ancient, and centuries old, and the person
wore clothes from centuries ago, and he knew the person had to be a
distinguished nobleman of wealth and power.
He studied his sword he had at his waist and saw marks
he was sure were bloodstains, and sat back down considering if it was
from some war.
The place looked altered from a far earlier structure
and had been repaired and altered and he wondered if it had a high
value to collectors, and he realized that he now wanted more than
ever to discover the treasure chest Howard Eisenberg
had hidden away, and he sat back contemplating everything he could,
and the clue they found in the giant stone skull at the lake, which
was: In The Oldest
He was sure none of them knew what the clue meant or
anything, and that it was too vague, but he was sure they thought
they would find it because of its simplicity and their detection
methods were improving, and he was sure they were searching on their
own again in an attempt to get it for themselves, and even Kurt
seemed to be up to something.
He had been searching graves all over the place for
days, and started to doubt he would get it again!
He decided to find somewhere to sleep in the building,
even though it was not late, and he wondered what the place would be
like at midnight, and decided to properly check the place out in the
morning, and try and find a way of selling the place, and as he
looked about he spotted an ancient staircase along the corridor and
as he marched over to it he decided to try and get the lawyer to show
the old video over again, as he had done earlier in his career, as a
private investigator, and he would try and film the video if he could
not get a copy of it, as he was sure there would be things in it that
he had not noticed, and he also wanted to question the lawyer about
Howard Eisenberg, and
especially about what he thought he had been doing, and he was also
sure he might be able to make a deal with him and get the location of
the treasure chest.
woke early and left to go back to New York and was walking up the
road when he turned and saw the full size of the mansion, and was
staggered, as it was colossal, and he
started to realize its true value, and was left confused as he had no
idea of how such an ancient structure could be built like it and
realized most of it had been built in more modern times and made to
look like the original structure.
What fascinated him was him sleeping there thinking its
size and value was far less, and it was colossal, and he was sure it
had a value as a historical building. Yet he could not explain how it
could be there, and be the age it seemed, and why it had been built
there, and all he saw in the surrounding landscape was a river behind
it, which would have been there for the occupants.
his hands and shoved them deep into the pockets of his thick jacket,
and was sure it was colder there than it was in the city, and
wondered if he could sell the thing as he could not imagine living in
it, and wondered again why Howard Eisenberg
wanted it and realized it had to be worth something, but why had he
not sold it.
It was like some form of entity and hideous, as he
walked back to it, and walked around it, and at times he was sure it
had deadly things behind its black windows, and cursed Howard
The sun faintly shone over it and
through gaps in the thick walls, and through windows, casting long
shadows from the trees over it, and he was sure it resembled
some form of castle.
He studied distant clearings in the surrounding wood, in
the mess of vegetation, and saw structures, and at a higher point at
its side he saw there was empty land further out, and he shifted
along to the nearby river, and realized he may have picked up the
structures identity wrongly and that it could be a vast country
mansion built for someone that wanted away from city life, where
there was isolation and desolate wilderness.
Though size and amount of rooms was astonishing and he
realized it must have been for a lot of people and servants at one
point, and he wondered what sort of life his uncle had led and what
people he had known.
What amazed him was he still did know what to do with it
and what it was worth, and he returned to the front of it, and
entered the trees, going through the wood surrounding it, considering
it, going towards a structure he saw.
The words of the clue echoed through his mind, as it had
done before he had arrived there, and he had almost done in his
sleep, and he suddenly recalled a strange dream he had entered in the
mansion of him dreamily going through strange graves, and as he
recalled things he watched the structure he was walking to emerge
across his front.
He rhythmically crunched through layers of branches and
thought of it as a type of mansion pavilion and saw columns of stone
going about it like a Greek temple and at the other side he spotted
gravestones, and small ancient graveyard, and he walked over to the
nearest graves, curious of what was written on them.
words carved into the stone of one of the large gravestones left
Eisenberg staggered and
searching the surrounding landscape for signs of anyone, and he
searched areas of mud and for signs humans had recently been there,
and he read the words over again and realized that he had to be
imagining what he thought and that it was just an amazing
Suddenly he stepped back, and gasped, positive the words
on it were certainly the clue, but he could not grasp what they were
doing there, in a small graveyard out in the middle of nowhere.
The words In The Oldest Grave
were the only words on the grave, and he stood hypnotized by it, and
realized he was tired from marching through the vegetation, and
calmed himself down, and thought what it meant and gasped when he
thought of the only thing he could do was search the grave, and
wondered who the hell had a grave with those words on it, without a
When he thought of the money and the businesses he
realized he needed to check it as he could not let it go, as he would
be the only one to answer it and be able to move on in the treasure
hunt, and surely solve the other answers someday, which he surely
would do by some means.
He had the right to do it as the property and graves
belonged to him, and he wondered what the hell Howard Eisenberg
had been up to, and if he had been there and supervised it being put
For a long time he strolled around in the morning
sunshine examining other graves and words engraved on them, and
proved it was the only abnormal grave there, and he checked the
mansion structure through the trees, and finally returned to it with
an old spade he found near it and started digging it up, while he
watched strange crows watching him from the trees.
Though the words were there he could not grasp what they
meant, as it clearly was not the oldest grave, and his mind was keyed
into trying to decipher them as a clue, and he thought they perhaps
were in a riddle only comprehensible to someone else.
What had surprised him about the graves was the amount
of them for one building, and he decided to check the place out and
check libraries, and as he dug away at the ground of the grave,
throwing the soil in a pile nearby, where he could quickly return it
back after he got what he wanted, he wondered if any of the graves
belonged to his ancestors, and if not who had they been.
Who did Howard Eisenberg
buy the place off and why? Why the hell did he want the place? Was it
just an early business deal? Did he overestimate the value?
It was incredible as he had been sitting inside the
mansion on the previous night trying to figure where it had been and
how to get what he had been looking for, and it had been sitting out
in the grounds of the mansion.
He realized that Howard Eisenberg
must have thought he would find it eventually! He realized that the
game of solving the clues and his treasure hunt was designed not to
be answered in a few days, as he had made out, but over a long time,
and that they were lucky in discovering the small lake, which had not
even been marked down on many maps for some reason, and he was sure
they had been really lucky.