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As the carriage passed through Bath Street on the way toward the commons
in Bedford Park, the world around began to wake up to a new day. A number
of enterprising nannies were already walking their wards towards the
commons park; some gentlemen were stepping out of their houses on the way
to work. In many yards, gardeners and ground keepers were starting on the
hedges and the flowerbeds. However, most of the work was unseen, inside
the houses the household staff, many who had been up for hours were
getting ready to greet the masters and mistresses of the houses.
The Kinsley or Star House was not as large as the Orchid or Tower House
but it lay on a wider piece of property overlooking the park. One aspect
that was lost on most was that the Star House was well protected. For the
uninitiated, Lady Kinsley's carriage drove through the tall iron gates
crossing powerful mystical wards that kept all but the most determined
entities from entering the grounds. Overlooking the home itself, one of
the most talked about elements of the estate was the collection of little
stone cherubs that looked down from the roof. These playful sprits were
always a great delight to see by the many children that walked by the
great home. If some of the children said that they had seen them move, or
on occasion wave back, the adults paid no attention.
Waiting patiently by the front door, a tall young man, richly dressed in
the uniform of the First Footman stood ready as the carriage came to a
stop. "Good morning, Lady Kinsley." If the young man was surprised at his
mistress' dress, he gave no sign.
"Morning, Tom." Erin lightly stepped from the carriage. In the time of
Queen Victoria, where even showing of the ankles was frowned upon, Lady
Erin Kinsley's attire would be considered positively scandalous. She wore
no trousers, as they would just slip around her ankles. Nor did she wear
undergarments for the same reason. Even her shoes were missing. Out of
the carriage, Erin stepped barefoot wearing a men's shirt, and red
uniform jacket of the Royal Dublin Fusiliers that hung past her knees.
What was missing from the night before was the mahogany cane.
With one hand, she tossed a small paper bag to the coachman. "Share that
among your mates Alex. I'll need the carriage again before lunchtime."
"We'll be ready and thank you my Lady." Passing the bag to the large
burly ex-Prussian solider, the coachman drove around to the back of the
estate.
"My Lady Kinsley, should we head in?" the First Footman asked.
"A moment, Mr. Wallace, will you hand a couple of those bags to Tom
here?" She shook her head in amusement. Lord Kinsley's valet held four
bags of assorted breads and Danishes in his arms.
"Yes, your Ladyship."
"My Lady?" First Footman asked again, this time now in possession of two
bags of freshly baked bread.
"Give them a moment Tom, Mr. Cooper has everyone scurrying around. Let
them at least catch their breath." The household staff would now be
lining up in the foyer. "Let us go, then." Raising her head, she
gracefully approached the front door. Another layer of defense the
doorway itself was for most part went unnoticed although some visitors
complained of a slight tingling sensation.
"Good Morning, Lady Kinsley," the roomfull of house servants spoke out in
unison as she entered the home. Most of them had smiles on their faces;
even for Erin her dress this morning was unusual.
"Oh my Lady, how you're dressed." An older woman put her hand to her
mouth and shook her head in anguish.
"Good Morning, Mrs. Robertson." Erin smiled; she knew her Lady's Maid was
doing her best not to have a fit in the center of the foyer.
"I like your dress Erin...your jacket...color of blood." Two small
redheaded girls dressed as Chambermaids spoke at the same time. Lady
Kinsley herself brought the identical twins to the home. Where they came
from, her Ladyship would not say.
"Enough, you two." An older woman, dressed as the Housekeeper curtsied.
"Good morning Lady Kinsley, I see your brother was out late again."
"Yes, Oh good heavens everyone, I'm sure you have better things to do
than to sit and listen to me." She smiled. "Everyone have a pleasant
day." After most of the staff went off to continue their household
duties, Erin turned back to the Housekeeper. "Sorry, Sybil, neither the
first time nor the last I imagine."
"Yes, if you wish, my Lady, I would be more than happy to explain to him
that having his sister walk around in his shirt is not acceptable."
Looking over at the still stunned Lady's Maid, the Housekeeper shook her
head in disgust. "Mrs. Robertson...Kathy why don't you see to your
Mistress..." Turning around, she pointed at the two redheaded
Chambermaids who had not moved. "And you two go draw your lady a bath."
The two teenage girls moved away giggling into their hands. "Water is
nice...clean..." A visitor might think that the two chambermaids were the
only unusual members of the household staff but they would be very wrong.
"I see, as usual, Mrs. Evans has everything well at hand." A tall bald
emaciated man approached. Slowly his long thin fingers reached for a pair
of spectacles, cleaned them before returning them to his face. The
Butler, Mr. Cooper, gave one look about the room before turning his
attention to Erin. "Lady Kinsley, a pleasure as always. Before you leave
for the day, I have some papers for you to sign."
Nodding, Erin started to walk towards the long flight of stairs that lead
to the living quarters. "Bring them in during breakfast, if you wish,
Jonathan."
Kathy happily stood in the center of Lady Kinsley's sitting room. She was
pleased, as her mistress was now properly attired in bodice, skirt, and a
light shawl. Around her neck, she wore a brooch; in the center of the
piece was a blue stone that seemed to shine on its own. Although Mrs.
Robertson didn't exactly approve of what her mistress was reading, her
appearance was impeccable.
What would be unusual in any Victorian household were the chambermaids
sitting in the back of the room feeding each other a berry Danish. "Don't
you two have work to do?" Mr. Cooper entered the room; his footsteps
barely heard.
"We finished...all of it...the upstairs...earlier," they said together.
"Then see if Mrs. Evens has work for you."
The two girls look at him for a moment, then each other and then to Lady
Kinsley who nodded. "We will do...our best." Before leaving the room, the
two girls reached over and hugged Erin.
Setting down the London Times, Lady Kinsley reached for the papers.
Household goods needed to be paid for and of course the salaries of those
who worked in the house. Checking the numbers for a moment, Erin signed
the documents before returning them to Mr. Cooper. "Thank you Jonathan, I
will be leaving for the Club within the hour. Please have Alex bring the
carriage around."
Over an hour later, Lady Kinsley's carriage drove through the late
morning London streets, passing the University College on Gower Street
and turned towards a stone structure off Bedford Square. Soon
disappearing underground, the carriage stopped in front of two-iron bound
doors. Etched into both doors were symbols of a pyramid, within a circle
and inside the pyramid an eye.
"Alex, you may return home." Lady Erin Kinsley pulled on a pair of gloves
and settled a hat on her head. "I imagine that my brother will find a
suitable method of transportation home."
Once the carriage had departed, Erin reached for the center of the
doorway, which opened with a single word. Travelling down the long dark
halls, she could feel others watching but they were not important. A
third summoning circle had been destroyed last night, why would anyone in
their right mind summon a creature from the Other world was beyond her
understanding. Even the least powerful could easily drive men mad. The
entity last night, Erin could tell was full of hate and fury. It came as
no surprise; the body of last night's summoner was mangled beyond
recognition.
Through a brass door also adorned with the symbol of the Society, Erin
entered a large room full books and tomes, where a small round man waited
for her arrival. "Good morning, Lady Kinsley."
"Brian, good morning, please tell me that the inscriptions on the crypt
from Southwold were identifiable."
The man nodded a smile on his lips. "Somewhat, Professor Hopkins believes
it to be some sort of Icelandic runic mix." The two began to walk towards
another room. "The tomb robbers broke the seal without knowing what lay
inside. We determined it was a Vaeitter that possessed the body, easy
enough to do by the path of destruction it left and what was left of the
creature's remains afterwards."
Lady Kinsley frowned. Luckily, for everyone else the tomb robbers opened
the crypt as the sun was rising. After dealing with those who awoke the
Norse spirit, the rays of the sun destroyed the body of the creature as
it made its way to the seaside town of Southwold. Could have been worse
she thought, say another mummy waking up at the British Museum for
example. "We ben shrewes, every wight and han delyt in wikkednes."
"Quoting Chaucer, yes it does seem appropriate." Brian laughed. "Do you
think Chaucer ever came across an actual Wight?"
"Not bloody likely." A tall Scotsman sporting an impressive face of red
whiskers stood at an open doorway. Inside servants were setting down cups
of tea. "The others are waiting, Lady Kinsley."
Brian nodded at the tall Scotsman. "Lady Kinsley, certain items of
interest are now in our possession. The rest of the treasure is in the
hands of her Majesty's government."
"Thank you, Brian." Reaching into her purse Erin pulled out a small
notebook. "Take a look at these symbols when you have a chance. If
possible, I need to know their origin. They appear familiar but I would
like a second opinion."
"Yes, your Ladyship, my pleasure." The round man took the notebook and
headed off towards another room.
Erin turned her head and looked at the tall Scotsman. "Shouldn't you
still be in bed?"
Osgar shrugged. "After I was done last night, Owen's boys dropped me off
here and I took a nap on your brother's couch."
Lady Kinsley wrinkled her nose. "Delightful, please have Miss Lane
acquire some clean clothes for you Osgar, you smell like a mixture of the
River Themes and a bonfire."
The large Scotsman laughed. "Yes ma'am." Opening the door wider, he
escorted Erin into the room. Two others stood up from their chairs as she
entered. The first, a young woman wearing green and brown robes, her hair
was the color of the sun and adorned with small white flowers. The second
was a bald headed man, dressed all in black. His skin was a pasty grey
and one eye was covered in a black eye patch. In his right hand was a
cane made of ash, topped with a bright green jewel.
"So Osgar was telling us about last night." The man in black gave a half
smile. His voice sounded like that of a much younger man. "My brother
Richard said there have already been complaints about your...brother
burning down another warehouse."
"Jesus, that was quick." Osgar grumbled but then again, it was the third
warehouse full of goods the Society had set aflame this week.
"What, they'd rather have the Sluagh walk among them?" The young woman
took her seat as servants came into the room to pour the small group some
tea.
"I believe they are more concerned with the goods destroyed then the poor
people that live near those warehouses." The man in black commented while
reaching for a small scone. An early morning tea had become a tradition
among certain members of the Society.
Reaching for her cup of Cornish cream tea, Erin said. "Don't worry, Jack;
they may complain all they want. Her Majesty's government is well aware
why it's necessary. Doubtful any of those men will lose a penny." So far,
the summoning circles have been scribed in the poorest sections of
London. She wondered what her Majesty's government would think if the
Society burnt down one of those nice estates in Bedford Park. "The
question is why?"
"None of the practitioners seemed to have possessed any real ability."
The woman in green said. "I imagine that last night's circle was no
different."
"Correct, different symbols but it turned out the same. The number of
people killed initially was much higher this time. "So far from what they
could determine, none of the casters was really gifted and all of them
summoned an entity beyond their ability to control it. It appeared to
Lady Kinsley as if they were supposed to fail.
"Glad I brought all that extra salt." Osgar added a little something
extra to his tea from a silver flask. He passed it to the woman in green,
who looked at it for a second then added some to her tea as well.
"Erin, I heard we have a new member. I assume he will be joining the
auxiliaries."
"You mean the Monster Squad." Osgar laughed.
"I dislike that name."
"I agree, Rachael, but that's what they call themselves." Erin said. "Let
Owen go out with you tonight, if we get any...requests I would like him to
be in charge of Hedrick's squad. They'll be happy to show him the ropes."
"I heard the new man saw service in South Africa, took an impi spear in
the leg." The gentleman in black commented, while sipping his tea.
"Ay that he did Jack, discharged him because of it too, in fact almost
lost the leg."
"How is it now, the leg?"
"Right as rain as far as I can tell." Osgar grinned.
"That's why I want him in Hedrick's squad; they will respect him knowing
that he can handle himself in a fight." Erin sat back fiddling with her
brooch.
"So Erin, should we expect a fourth circle tonight?" Rachael asked.
"Perhaps, but it doesn't make any real sense," Lady Kinsley said. "Why
the summoning in the first place?"
"Maybe someone wants to get our attention." Osgar said reaching for a
cucumber sandwich and stuffing it into his face. Noticing the other three
were staring, he looked down at his clothes. "Did I drop some food on my
shirt?"
"What did you just say?"
Osgar shrugged. "Maybe someone wants to get our attention."
"Jack?"
"I think he might be right, Erin."
"So they have our attention, now what?" Rachael asked, afraid of the
answer.
The sun had long since set and now Lord Kinsley sat inside one of the
Society's carriages. The benefit of taking one of the Society's carriages
was that it contained some extra equipment that, on certain nights, might
be more than useful.
"So no summoning circle?" Lord Kinsley asked for the second or third
time.
Osgar, now looking cleaner and more awake only smiled. He knew his
friend's mind was working a mile a minute, more than likely going over
more than a dozen things at once. Once again, he thanked whatever fates
brought the two of them together, when this young officer showed up in
the middle of the night; pointed to him saying that he needed his
services. The British Army had crossed into Zululand to face King
Cetshwayo impis. Like most soldiers, Osgar wasn't even sure what was
going on but one night Lord Kinsley showed up in the fire light informing
him that he was now under his command. Strange, not one of his officers
objected, even though it appeared that the officer wasn't even part of
Lord Chelmsford's army. All Osgar knew was that the rest of the 24th foot
was going to set up camp and relax, while he was wandering around Africa
with this mad Major. The other soldiers that marched under his command
were even stranger but Osgar didn't complain, for some reason that night
as he walked away from the camp, he had a bad feeling about the location
his regiment was heading, a place called Isandlwana.
"Where are you, Osgar?"
"What? Oh Africa...thinking of my old mates in the 24th."
The carriage came to a stop. "You alright?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, let's go see what has Rachael all excited."
The carriage moving through Queens Hill in Kentish Town slowed down a
couple of blocks away from Our Lady of the Immaculate Heavens, a Catholic
church. The first person the pair came across wore a familiar face.
"Sergeant Owen, what a surprise to see you this evening." Osgar reached
over and shook the Welshman's hand.
"Sir." Owen immediately came to attention when he recognized Lord
Kinsley.
"Good evening Owen, don't worry about that; our group is a little less
formal." Michael took a good look around. Something was in the air, what
he didn't know. Off to the side were a half a dozen blue-coated men,
leaning against a wall. Most of the men had Martini-Henry rifles in their
hands and all of them appeared very familiar with their use.
"What in God's name do you have on your back, Hedrick'?" the Scottish
sergeant exclaimed.
"One of Tesla's new creations." Hedrick voice was a deep bass voice,
sounding as if it came from the ground. The tallest man of the squad, he
was a huge hulking being with hair as black as coal.
"How does the bloody thing work?" Osgar moved over. It looked like a
rifle but a silver coil wrapped itself snake like around the barrel. The
coil protruded out of a large silver box on the huge Corporal's back.
"Point, shoot and blow things up." Hedrick grinned, revealing odd shaped
teeth.
Lord Kinsley shook his head in admiration. It looked heavy enough that
only a troll could pick it up, good thing that Hedrick was half-troll.
"So where is Rachael?"
"Sir, Miss Dunne's group is deployed towards the front of the Church. We
have been placed here as a reserve." Sergeant Owen replied.
"You're wearing your grandmother's amulet."
"Of course, sir."
"Good man, then follow me. Hedrick, I'm going to borrow your Sergeant for
a a little while."
"Yes sir." The half-troll grinned.
The three men walk across the street, finding another squad of men and a
few women standing behind a long stonewall. Next to them, covered in a
green cape was Rachael, in her hands was a long staff made from Yew.
"Rachel, so what's all the excitement about?" Osgar greeted her and the
others who stood against the wall.
The blonde haired woman smiled as the three men approached. "We had a
report of a disturbance at this Church."
Lord Kinsley chuckled. "A disturbance I see. Well before we see to that,
Owen take out your amulet."
Owen did as he was told and let the amulet lie on his chest. Rachael eyes
opened wide as she approached him. "Owen, may I touch it?"
"Yes ma'am."
She fingered it for a second. "Rud ?igin sp?isi?il"
"I thought as well." Michael smiled. "I charged it last night; I believe
you can teach him to do it himself."
The blonde haired woman nodded. "I'll see to it."
"Thank you, Owen, if you can keep an eye on Hedrick, make sure he doesn't
blow anything up with that new toy of his."
"Yes sir."
Osgar watched the Welsh sergeant run back to his troops. "Looks like
Black Jack might have a new apprentice."
"So shall we see what all of the fuss is about?" Lord Michael Kinsley
turned and opened the gate walking into the front of the Church. As
expected he could feel any number of things, this was holy ground after
all but something wasn't right. Unfortunately, he knew exactly who was
causing the commotion. Why had she returned?
The Church doors opened with a gentle touch revealing a darkened
vestibule. Lord Kinsley, Rebecca, Osgar and a dozen blue-coated troops
quickly followed entering the Sanctuary.
Towards the alter, stood a small female form, dressed in a nun's habit.
With arms outstretched, she stood facing away from the entrance.
"Oh my children, I'm so happy you have arrived."
Lord Kinsley turned to the blue-coated troopers. "Go ahead outside and
surround the church, you'll not be needed here." Michael knew that the
men and woman behind him didn't really stand a chance against the
creature that stood before them.
"Oh Michael, how come you always take the fun out of things?" The figure
turned. Her skin was pale, almost translucent. Her hair was raven black
but it was her eyes that caught everyone attention, it was the color of
blood.
"Nosferatu bitseach"
"Why Rachael, it's so good to see you again."
The woman in green began to move forward but Osgar reached for her and
held her back.
"And Osgar as handsome as ever." The Vampire laughed.
"Luna." Lord Michael Kinsley put his cane down. "Why are you here?"
The Vampire frowned. "Well, former husband of mine, we need to talk."
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