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From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Vampyre part 28

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`Sir, Zeke, still hasn't eaten, I am getting worried about him, I have
offered several times, but he just lies on his bed crying, I haven't told
him about Pyotr' Ian's face was one of concern

`Okay thank you Ian, I had better try speaking to him again, thank you for
looking after him'

I turned to Gunther and Martin

`Gunther, you will now be taking over all of Pyotr's duties as my PA, with
the exception of driving me, Martin, please familiarise Philippe with the
Mercedes, he will be my new driver'

Gunther and Martin both nodded. Right what next, ah yes Zeke.


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Vampyre - Part Twenty Eight




I knocked gently on the door

`Zeke, it is me Jonathon, I want to talk to you, can I come in?'

Nothing, I put my ear to the door, nothing, I cleared my throat and
repeated myself, louder this time.

`Zeke, it is me Jonathon, I want to talk to you, can I come in?'

Nothing

`Well Zeke you leave me no choice, I am coming in'

I slowly turned the brass door knob, hearing it engage the mechanism, then
a rush of footsteps as the door began to open, the door banged shut back
into my face; keep calm, keep calm, I repeated this mantra in my head and
tried the door again, this time there was resistance to me pushing it open.

`Zeke this is getting silly, let me in, please'

`Go away, I hate you'

Right now, it was probably toss up as to who hated who most, fucking Mark
had really landed me in it, why didn't he just explain to Zeke he would be
gone for a while instead of leaving me to try and do it.

`Zeke, I just want to make sure you're okay' I tried again

`Fat lot you care'

`Zeke, look, Ian is worried about you, he has told me you won't feed...'

Zeke's sobbing voice interrupted me

`See, Ian's worried not you' he sounded both upset and angry.

Now I know some of you are saying just force your way in and give the kid a
clout, believe me that kept crossing my mind, but another little nagging
voice kept saying to try and understand him, reason with him, right now, I
was having trouble agreeing with that `goodie two shoes' voice in my head.

`Okay Zeke, I understand you don't want to see me, I am sad about that, we
have always been able to sort out our differences, but will you at least
feed from Mark...' How did I make that mistake `sorry Ian'

This time there was a howl from behind the door, I heard footsteps coming
down the corridor behind me, I turned it was Ian.

`Ian, I seem to have made things worse if that was possible, try and get
him to feed, if he hasn't by tomorrow let me know, how many days has it
been now since he fed properly?

`Four Sir' Ian, sounded weary he looked tired

`Okay keep me informed'

I left Ian outside the door and headed off to find Gunther, he was in the
kitchen with Martin, both of them were leaning to look out of the window.

`Everything okay?

`Err yes Sir, Montfort's men are here to take away Pyotr, they waved for us
to stay in here' Martin stated.

`Okay, well that's one problem out of the way'

`Gunther, how is it going taking over his duties?

Gunther snapped to attention

`Alles in Ordnung, mein Herr... scheisse',

Martin let out a gasp and burst out laughing, he didn't speak much German
only what he had learned in the Army, but he recognised `Scheisse' and was
pretty sure Gunther hadn't meant to say it, Gunther glared at him.

`All good, Sir, sorry I meant to speak in English, I was cross with myself
for forgetting, I didn't mean to swear in front of you, sorry Sir'

I had to look away to stop myself laughing too as Gunther's face turned as
red as a beetroot. I nodded, Gunther was going to do okay, a breath of
fresh air after the stuffy Pyotr, it looked like we would have a laugh
along the way too. I retired to the Great Hall, Zoltan and Boyra joining me
laying in front of the fire. I was just dozing off when the internal phone
next to my chair burst into life, I scrambled for the handset.

`Hello'

`Sir' it was Gunther, `Sir I have a call for you, from SA Stabschef Rohm'

SA Stabschef Röhm, on no it was Ernst, oh god, he was calling himself
the SA Chief of Staff now; that couldn't be good, the line went briefly
dead as the call was transferred.

`Ernst, hello, well I wasn't expecting to hear from you, how are you? You
are where? What here? Tomorrow? Err yes not a problem, is Karl with you? Oh
Good, sorry can you repeat that how many guards? No it is no problem at
all, it will be great to see you... all, about midday, a few days, no
problem at all, see you tomorrow then'

I leapt up and with Boyra and Zoltan close on my heels, ran to the kitchen,

`Gunther get Martin and Ian here now I need to speak to you all urgently'

Gunther nodded and hurried out of the kitchen. Now you have all met Ernst
and Karl before in Bavaria, I never realised he intended to visit so soon,
Oh god Zeke, he would expect to see Zeke, but bigger problems pushed Zeke
to the back of my mind. Where would they all sleep? Luckily we still had
the bunk beds in the rooms, which Martins men had used prior to selection,
but unless Ian, Martin or Gunther could cook, we needed a Chef, only Ernst
and Karl, wouldn't need to be conventionally fed. Christ and the blood on
the carpet in Pyotr's room. Moments later Gunther followed by the other two
came back into the kitchen, they joined me at the table. I am pleased to
say it went like clockwork, problems listed and solutions found, although
it was late when we all finally headed for bed, everything checked and re
checked, we even managed to get a local catering and marquee company, they
would arrive in the morning and set up the bar and deal with all the food.

We were all up early the catering company quickly erected three marquees;
in the rear garden, one a field kitchen, one a dining hall and the other a
large bar, with wooden benches in two rows down the middle of its
length. Now over the shock of the visit, I contacted as many old ones as I
could including Montfort of course, may as well make it a party to
remember, plus Montfort could make sure we had enough young soldiers to
feast on, in addition to Ernst's men. I still hadn't seen Zeke, Ian had
told him about the visit, but said he didn't want to see anyone, I thought
I occasionally saw his face at the windows watching the comings and goings
of the various lorries, but he hadn't come out of his room, I decided to
leave him, hoping curiosity would get the better of him and he would join
us.

My radio burst into life, it was Gunther.

`Sir, Karl has just rang, they are running late so will not be here much
before 4pm'

`Okay thank you Gunther'

That helped a lot, now other Old Ones and Montfort and his men would all be
here and ready, the new arrival time took away a lot of the pressure from
us. I spoke to the caterers and made my way back into the house, Martin and
Gunther were in the kitchen standing watching the TV.

`You two, not got enough to do? I said, somewhat sarcastically, staring at
my note pad.

`I think you should see this, Sir' Martin pointed at the screen.

The local North East news anchor was speaking

`Chaos on the North East's Roads today leaving Newcastle, as a World War
Two, German re-enactment group, pulls off what Hitler failed to do and
successfully invades the North East, (She chuckled and smiled broadly) The
vintage convey of World War Two vehicles, filled with uniformed
re-enactors, has brought traffic to a standstill, the roads filled with
sightseers and military enthusiasts, we cross now to our man at the scene
talking to the leaders of the group'

I stared dumbfounded, as the camera, scanned along the column of vehicles,
led by six BMW R75 motorcycle sidecars, then a Kübelwagon staff car;
complete with a decommissioned MG42 machine gun, next was a Sd.Kfz.222 four
wheel Reconnaissance Armoured car, then three vintage 770 Mercedes large
open topped tourers; tops down, the uniformed occupants waving and smiling,
next four Deutz World War Two Trucks, the first contained an SA uniformed
brass band, banging out German Oompah tunes the second filled with SA
uniformed `re-enactors', the last two trucks were loaded with teenage boys
in Hitler Youth uniforms, finally bringing up the rear a Hanomag Sd.Kfz.251
Halftrack.

`Christ' I muttered scarcely believing what I was seeing, `God, he has
brought the school kids too'.

Next the screen cut to Ernst's smiling face, he was sat alongside the
reporter in the back of one of the Mercedes, complete with Kepi his SA
Stabschef uniform collar patches glinting in the sun, he was explaining in
German all about the vehicles and that they were doing a tour of North East
England and then on to Cumbria, as Karl in his SA Gruppenfuhrer's uniform
translated.

The reporter finished with a solo piece to camera.

`These guys are amazing, the attention to detail unbelievable and where
else in the world can you see three, yes three of Hitler's Mercedes 770
large open topped Tourers in the same place, even the guys in charge look
like the real thing, down to fake facial scars, (If only he knew) now
that's taking things seriously', he chuckled as they cut back to the
studio.

My heart sank, I thought they were just visiting, now we would have the
press everywhere, I hoped he hadn't told them where he was coming. As I
stood taking in what I had just seen, the roar of a military truck pulling
up outside, caught my attention.

`This will be Montfort's troops, I imagine'

`I don't think so Sir, unless they have Iron crosses on British Army
Lorries now'

`Thank you Gunther, can you go out and see who it is'

He returned a few moments later

`Sir they are part of Ernst's group here to assemble tents for the Hitler
Youth, Sir'

`They are school boys Gunther not Hitler Youth, okay show them round the
back'.

Gunther gave me a curt nod and he was gone. Montfort's motorcade arrived a
short time after, it was good to see Connor again, I hoped I might be able
to have some `me' time with him before they had to leave. I took Montfort
aside, I thought he was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so
hard as I explained what had been on the Telly, I thought he would be
furious; I was wrong.

`Good Old Ernst, always the showman, this should be a great night'

`But Montfort, I though you would...' he raised his hand to stop me.

`Relax Jonathon, you need to let your hair down and have some fun, recently
you have been through a lot, enjoy the next few days.

Montfort patted me on the back and called for Connor to bring his case, he
wanted to freshen up. I checked in with Martin and was reassured that his
security arrangements would be more than adequate, a last check with the
caterer's and I decided we could do no more, I thought I would have a quick
nap so retired to my room, Boyra and Zoltan came with me and laid by the
bed, I set my alarm for 3pm and nodded off.

`Jonathon, it is time to get up'

I sat up in the bed, I hadn't heard anyone come into the room, I quickly
scanned the room, I was alone, well apart from Zoltan sitting looking at
me, Boyra was still asleep.

`Jonathon, I said it is time to get up'

Now this spooked me, I scanned the room again, no one, just Zoltan, I
looked at him again, that voice had been in my head not spoken out loud. No
I wasn't going crazy, I was obviously still tired after all the excitement
of the last few days. I laughed at my silliness and reached out to give
Zoltan a stroke.

`You had me going there boy, I thought you had started speaking to me'

`I am'

I spun round

`Who's there?

`Jonathon, it's me Zoltan, Your blood, not only healed me, I can now
communicate telepathically with you too'

This was all getting to weird.

`Come on then wake Boyra and we had better all be ready to greet Ernst and
Karl'

God I was speaking to a dog; worse, it was understanding me. I needed to
think about this some more.

The Grandfather clock's Westminster chimes donged out 3.45pm, I set about
gathering up the Old Ones and Montfort on the entrance stairs, we were all
in place just before 4pm, ready to welcome them. I saw Gunther gesturing at
me, he was trying to attract my attention.

`Sir, you had better come and see this' he stammered

I was about to go with him, when the faint musical notes of brass
instruments beating out a German folk song came drifting over to us.

`Gunther it will have to wait'

`But Sir'

`Not now' I barked at him.

I turned to see the first motorcycle and sidecars sweep down the drive and
past our vantage point on the steps, more motorcycles, a Kübelwagon, an
armoured car, the three Mercedes 770's, the first one pulled to a halt at
the bottom of the steps, Ernst and Karl remained seated in the back, the
other two swept round and pulled up to park alongside the rest of the
vehicles; in parade order, the lorry containing the band, stopped and the
band disembarked and then formed up behind Ernst and Karl's Mercedes, soon
joined by the uniformed SA men and the two lorry loads of Hitler Youth clad
youths, All stood to attention as the band struck up Deutschland lied. I
heard the bang and flutter from behind and above us, I glanced round just
in time to see a very large, Red, Black, White and Gold Fuhrer banner,
unfurl out of the window above us, I spun round looking for Gunther,
glaring at him. I could just make out his lips `That is what I tried to
tell you' I shook my head. I nudged Montfort, he smiled, yes smiled
whispering to me

`Jonathon, it's not the first time we have stood like this, calm down'

`But'

`Not now' and he turned away.

With my anger rising and my face as red as that bloody banner, we all stood
in silence and watched as Ernst's chauffeur, who I recognised from Germany,
`Jürgen', looking immaculate in his SA uniform, got out of the car and
came round to open the rear door, he briskly stood to attention, giving the
Hitler salute as Ernst and Karl, got out of the vehicle, they both returned
it to him. We all followed Montfort down the stairs to greet our grinning
guests, Ernst and Karl giving enthusiastic handshakes and salutes to us
all, I noticed Jürgen was shadowing them; he had obviously been promoted
to staff officer to Ernst; he looked good, a typical Aryan. The car he had
driven had been moved over to join the other vehicles all parked in Parade
review order by another driver.

Ernst and Karl arrived in front of me, he gripped my hand and then saluted.

`Jonathon, Jonathon, mein Freund, schon, Sie wiederzusehen, schon, Sie zu
sehen'

He gave me a great bear hug

`Wo ist Zeke, wo ist mein kleiner Soldat'

`Ernst, good to see you, I am sorry but Zeke was feeling un...'

`Uncle Ernst, Uncle Karl, Zeke shouted as he ran down the stairs past me,
then leapt into Ernst's arms'

I forced a smile onto my face; little shit, Ernst and Karl both hugged him,
smiling at him in his `Hitler Youth' uniform. Zeke pulled the HJ dagger
from its scabbard

`I still have it Uncle Ernst' he enthused,

As he held up the dagger, Ernst had presented him with.

`Ich habe heute ein noch besseres Geschenk für Sie, meine
Kleine. Jürgen, zeigen Sie Zeke sein neues Geschenk'.

Ernst said patting Zeke's head. Allow me to translate:

`I have an even better present for you today, my little one. Jürgen,
show Zeke his new present'.

Jürgen barked out a command as we all looked round, including Zeke,
wondering what it could be, the throaty roar of a Mercedes 770 engine
bursting into life, brought incredulous looks to all our faces, the driver
pulled the car forward, stopping beside Zeke, Ernst and Karl.

`Hier sind Sie, hier sind Sie, Sie sagten, Sie wollten eine. Nun, das ist
für Sie'.

`Oh no', I will translate again

`Here you are, here you are, you said you wanted one. Well this is for you'

I felt I had to interrupt, I stepped forward, as Jürgen opened the rear
door of the car for Zeke.

`Ernst, no this is too generous, this car is worth a fortune'

Zeke spun round and glared at me,

`Jonathon, what did I tell you' it was Montfort's voice `Leave the kid
alone to enjoy his new car'

I knew further discussion was pointless, together with the other Old Ones,
I watched as Ernst smiling broadly climbed into the car and sat next to
Zeke on the back seat, his hand firmly planted on Zeke's knee. Zeke copied
Ernst's salute, Zeke seemed to be staring right at me, challenging
me. Jürgen stood bolt upright and barked out.

`Achtung Parade'

The assemble SA troops and Hitler Youth leapt to attention once more as the
band struck up Deutschland lied and with Zeke waving furiously at us all,
the car pulled away and drove off down the drive, it returned a few moments
later. I had to admit it was good to see Zeke smiling again, even if he
still wasn't talking to me. Jürgen, barked another order and the parade
stood at ease, as The Old Ones, Ernst, Karl, Montfort and myself, headed
back up the stairs and were invited into the house, Gunther was standing at
the top of the stairs.

`Get that bloody flag down' I hissed as I passed him.

We made our way our way into the Great Hall, where Montfort's troops were
producing Champagne glasses of cum for us, small talk time. The official
welcome over and with everyone invited into the Marquee for the evening, I
decided to head to my room for a snooze and a freshen up. My head was still
churning as I walked up to my room, I heard shouting and laughing as Zeke
ran past me dragging Ian and two blond teenagers in `HJ' uniforms with him.

`Hi Jonathon' Zeke shouted, still dragging Ian by the hand I heard him
saying

`Come on I am famished'

Ian grinned back at me, I returned his smile.

`Hello Zeke' I called after him.

Well I wasn't expecting that, kids, how do any of them make it to
adulthood, without being murdered? I chuckled to myself and opened the door
into my room.

`Nun, Sie haben sich Zeit gelassen, mein Herr'

It was Jürgen, he was lying naked on my bed, his uniform all over the
floor, the lump of Duvet next to him moved and Gunther's head popped out.

`No Jürgen, in English, I told you in English' Gunther was laughing.

Jürgen leapt out of the bed and stood to attention, his seven inch lazy
lob swinging wildly in front of him.

`Well you took your time, Sir' he barked again.

They both started laughing, I stood looking at them two gorgeous, fit,
horny, good looking German hunks, Montfort was right, I needed to chill and
enjoy myself, I closed the door and began removing my clothes.





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