Count Chingula slowly came out of his castle. It was in Gothic fashion and extremely handsome. All the buildings in the neighborhood were in same design .The town itself was called Aradia after the famous witch. The families were part of the land mark for centuries. Each mansion had a story to tell. They had cellars, attics, secret stairways, hidden rooms, and trap doors and so on. The town was so old and ancient it was a tourist attraction. People always came and stayed with one of the families and enjoyed a fun filled Holiday, which was spent mainly exploring secret rooms, hidden stairways, ancient manuscripts, antiques, treasure hunting and many such other activities some obscure, some enthralling, some mysterious and so on. Most of the houses had cellars which opened into an underground tunnel that led to a closed gold mine. The gold mine had been closed for more than a century now. It was closed when mining for gold became non profitable and after an accident in which some 4 miners were killed, their body was never recovered. Ghosts of those four were supposed to roam the town especially on moonlit night. A part of the mining tunnel opened into the sea which was used as a sea port for light cargo ships of those days. These ships/ big boats used to carry mining laborers and goods in to the big waiting ships in the outer sea. The sea port was now more or less deserted. But the North westerlies some time howled into the tunnel creating eerie noises, which could be heard in the entire town. This also rattled some old Iron chains, left back tin sheets, wooden boards which could be heard inside the tunnel. The town was fun loving, a sea side resort and had a spooky reputation which it carefully kept to attract tourists. The Chingula mansion was an ancient Gothic creation which was on tourist maps. He had carefully nurtured a reputation suitable with the spookiness of the town. His act was so classy, even the locals suspected him of being a real Vampire. It was common on moonlit nights for many of the residences to have strange practices, camp fires, Halloween parties. But Chingula went that 5% extra as a result of which people had seen witches flying on brooms, horses that spoke, skeletons walking around etc. Many had seen him climbing to top of his tower along the vertical walls holding the hand of a beautiful girl whose neck he punctured with fearful needle sharp teeth on the top of the tower on full moon Fridays .Some thought these were acts for keeping the reputation intact and others suspected him to be a Vampire that had taken refuge in the town. But on the whole he was a much accepted and acknowledged person in the town.
Christine looked at her watch. She had got out of the airport through the VIP counters with the help of an officer. She was in disguise and one of the better known figures in Holly Wood who wanted to win an Oscar desperately. Two times luck had eluded her by hair breadth. Next she was supposed to be in a movie by a famous director but before that she wanted to take a break and small relaxed incognito vacation. Naturally this looked as the right spot and she had other plans also. She was determined to get the elusive statue by hook or crook. Christine called two of her contacts in Aradia after which she dialed Chingula. He confirmed he was on his way to pick her up. She was 20 minutes early, hence she waited in the longue smoking a cigarette.
It was late night, almost a quarter to twelve, she had opted for a flight which arrived late night. It didn’t surprise him since many of his customers opted to arrive at night, because it created an instant atmosphere of spookiness which lingered with the subject throughout his/ her stay. She being a celebrity, her arrival was supposed to be kept as quiet as possible. The Buick he was driving was 1950 model, it was tuned, painted and shining glossy and could do quite well on the gas. He had put on Victorian costume custom fit with Dracula fangs. She was big, VIP customer and he wanted to impress her, may be scare her or cow her into acceptance. He switched on the radio. The news described a small earth quake which had dislodged four ancient coffins from the underground cave in the sea which floated ashore. It had happened in the morning. Forensic tests showed the coffins belonged to the four miners who had disappeared nearly one and a half century ago.
As Chingz moved forward through the town when he passed by the Town cemetery, he saw a strangely dressed man standing near the road. In that Town most people knew each other except tourists but then tourists were easily identifiable by their mannerisms, dress, language, sporting cameras and so on. Chingz didn’t recognize this man, he looked tough sort. He showed hands, Chingz stopped the car and didn’t smile, because his Dracula fangs had twice made people faint at night. So he stopped the car and asked
“Yeah!!!, Afraid!, I cannot give you a ride.”
The stranger smiled and said, “Me and brothers need work, can you guide us?”
Chingz: “Searching for job, now?” “It is midnight man.”
Stranger: “We can start tomorrow. We are good hands, tough men too.”
Chingz: “What kind of job you do?”
Stranger: “Digging, wood cutting, weeding, gardening, masonry… anything.”
Chingz: “Well, you can come down to Bran’s Castle tomorrow.”
Stranger: “What time tomorrow?”
Chingz: “10 AM.”
Strange: “Can you tell me , What day is tomorrow?
Chingz thought the question strange but answered, “Tomorrow is 21st September 2010.”
Stranger:“Town hasn’t changed much,”
Chingz: “It is the same architecture.”
Stranger: “Can you give us a few dollars advance?” “It is to buy food and some clothes.”
Chingz: “Okay and handed him a 20Dollar bill.” He accepted it happily. Chingz gave him a toothy smile, showed him a bit of his nails also. The requirement of advance irritated him a bit and he wanted to give the man a scare.
Stranger looked at Chingz, he didn’t faint but a few words escaped out of his surprised mouth.
“Lord Bran!!!, Lord Bran …….Brothers Lord Bran is still alive……, he ran away….” Chingz laughed to himself, there his ward robe would scare even a tough laborer, let us have some fun on Holly Wood Queen. He knew he had appearance similarity Lord Bran, a portrait hung on the castle walls.
He called her on mobile as he was entering the Airport and she was already waiting for him when he pulled on to the curb. He pulled his 6 foot frame out of the car and removed the Victorian gloves. He had kept his hand in an ice bucket last few minutes. She grimaced when he held her hand. She noticed the hands were ice cold. He gave her a smile without showing the teeth. He took her luggage and introduced himself as Count Chingula. The shiny Vermillion Buick intrigued her. She noticed the A/C was to cold. She murmured her name as Christine. She got into the passenger street and sat near Chingula. She wanted the heater to be switched on. He was conscious of her light lavender perfume. He switched on the heater and the Buick started to get filled with the perfume that was commonly traceable near coffins in church funerals. She grimaced, pressed the window down and coughed. She removed her scarf, big goggles and the trench coat. The same instant he turned the other way and slipped a pair of contact lenses that twinkled bright blue like sapphires on fire. Both of them turned to face each other the same instant. He was stunned by her beauty. It was the most beautiful feminine face he had ever seen. Off screen her personality rushed to you along with beauty. He was so surprised he gave a big flashy smile. She saw the bright Sapphire eyes, big Vampire fangs and fainted into his arms. First he was taken aback then he laughed till tears came out of his eyes. He took a bit of water and splashed on to her face. She came out of her dizziness but didn’t have the courage to look up. He lifted her face and murmured “Hey!, here is looking at you kid!” and gently immersed his fangs on to her pale slender throat. The Lavender perfume was crushing bringing out love and lust. For a moment he actually wanted to be Dracula, to be absolutely lawless and have the greatest right, the right to wrong with invincibility and unaccountability.
Two drops of blood trickled out, from the secret bags in fangs, not from the throat. He calmly took a tissue and wiped it, the blood should not spoil the dress.
Chingula: “Today is Friday and full moon, I have tasted your blood, you will not see the fang marks later but now onwards you are one among us, “A Vampire.”
She was in an almost unconscious state clinging to him.
Christine: “Have I become a Vampire?”
Chingula: “Yes!, you will lust for blood, I have it ready at Bran Mansion.”
She cowered, all her money, all her power, all her connections were helpless in saving her from Chingula.
Chingula felt light, he wanted to laugh, what a scream he thought.
Christine : “Do I have any magical powers?”
Chingula was taken aback by that question.
Chingula: “Magical Powers?”, “Don’t you feel scared for not being a human but a vampire?”
“Lusting for blood and killing innocent people and making them vampires?”
Christine: “But Vampires live forever, always young, beautiful, Vampires can fly, have superhuman strength, in fact on an afterthought Iam feeling happy.
Chingula thought in mind, “So this is Holly Wood”.
Chingula: “Later on, you will have your powers, later on, now do you feel lusting like for animal blood?”
Christine: “I want a hot bath and chicken soup with toasted bread, I am famished. Again their eyes met and both didn’t look away for ten seconds. They laughed
Chingula: “So you saw through me.”
Christine: “Not at first, but Yes!!”
The next two days they spend, exploring cellars, secret rooms, hidden staircases, antiques, learning history of items on display, the invisible pool, which was a clever trick managed with shrubbery and a surround painted canvas. Sometimes they met Castle staff dressed as Elves, Goblins,
Vampires and witches and so on. The garden workers had turned up. There were four of them digging, cutting or weeding or any other kind of job that was useful.
Christine seemed to have a few friends in the town. They even had a place somewhere in outskirts of town. But these people were relatively new and Chingz had never met them.
Out of curiosity he checked about the friends/ acquaintance she was having. They seemed to be connections from Holly wood. Recently a disturbing trend had started in the town. It had been for decades a tourist town with Gothic structures as the main attraction. The inhabitants had raised a tourist town which depended on visitor’s money by selling Ghosts, Draculas’, vampires and so on. But no activities were shady. It was all always above line , families were old, many of them rich by tourist money and certainly no drugs , no real black magic or voodoo or anything that had a shade of illegality on it. One or two Gothic mansions in the outskirts had been bought by some outsiders who were running something shady under the façade the town provided. There was a Victorian Mansion which was rumored to inhabit people who practiced Black magic, who did drug dealings and had connections in Holly Wood. This was some kind of sect/ Cult with strange practices including animal sacrifice, nude worship and many other things which was a cover for drug deals .Christine had been referred to one such sect by a friend of friend as per whom Black Magic practiced by this sect would help her to secure the coveted award. She wanted an Oscar and didn’t want to leave any stone unturned. She had been in an outside connection with this sect for some time. Her love for the award was so much, she would go any length and could be easily manipulated.
Thus on the third night Chingz was surprised to find Christine sitting under a tree. She was totally wet. He found her in a trance when he came near her. Her hair was disheveled and there were some kind of marks on her arms .She had cut a vein and slowly bleeding on to a small jade colored rock. On closer examination the rock had the resemblance of a shape that depicted devil. There was a marijuana kind of smell in the atmosphere. He was not able to wake her from the trance. He had to call the emergency help number and soon Ambulance came and took her. She was in Hospital for twenty four hours. She had been under some kind of hypnotic spell. All she could remember was a white guy came on a bike and gave her a powder to burn and inhale. Then she had to cut a vein and bleed on to the stone and tell some prayers which had been already passed on to her earlier. She had over the period made nearly 50,000 $ payment to the sect. She could not leave the sect now, they will kill her.
Christine had recovered from the drug abuse, this was the second time she was burning the powder and inhaling it.
She was still pale and sickly and confined to bed. Chingz was sitting near her bed.
Chingz: “You know, there are no such things as vampires, Draculas, ghosts, elves and such. I have never met any one of them.”
Christine: “What about witches?”
Chingz: “Witches, that word is wholly misunderstood.” “You know, most of these so called witches were druids who did pagan/ heathen form of worship, worship of nature, sun, moon, planets, earth, rain etc.” They had lot of knowledge and wisdom. They could cure snake bites, poisoning, illness, and fever among many other things. They connected with nature and some had profound knowledge of way of life, celestial objects and nature. They could predict future happenings and give right guidance to those who earned it to avert unhappy occurrence and bring forth happy coincidences.
In fact they outdid Catholic Church in knowledge and ability so that the Church for its existence and full power searched and hunted this women calling them witches. It is a twist of history, manipulation of fact that made wise women with different form of worship into witches that fly around in broom sticks.
Christine: “I believe in spirits”
Chingz: “Me to…., see and he took out a bottle of champagne and offered her a glass.” He smiled at her as they raised glasses. “This will put some blood into your face.”
“Lord Bran, Lord Bran……, we would like to dig the underneath of the third cellar below the kitchen store.
Chingz turned and saw one of the new helps he had hired. Their dress always looked as if they had come out a mine. It even resembled the dress of the miners of 19th Century.
“Pray, why you want to dig there?”
“When I was a child, my Grand Father said once in 300 years the position of all planets and sun will be such that it will create a lot of tremors in Aradia. There was a famous witch in Aradia by the name of Ruth who could foresee things. She said when these tremors happen, lot of earth shifts would happen. When the shifts happen, hollows under the earth would open and some caves will become links to them. They may last for a few hours and then with further earth shifts the tunnels will close. Within these time, if we can find the shaft to the lost mine, there are lots of precious metals there.
Chingz: “Still I don’t get the connection of all that,to the cellar under the Kitchen store?”
Hire: “This Friday, tomorrow is a full moon, it is called the pink moon.”
Pink moon happens once in 1000 years. So This Friday night there will be tremors and the presence of Pink moon will make it unpredictably powerful. You remember the tremors of last week they are precursors of the tremors to come.”
The tremors will create a shift as a result of which the tunnel from Cellar under kitchen store will open into a slit and we believe the slit open to shaft of lost mine.
Hire: “It is already there, we know.” “Ruth of Arcadia had predicted it.”
Chingz was distracted by Christine’s mobile ringing.
She took the phone and put index finger to lips. The call was from the sect. A man’s voice which was familiar but which she couldn’t identify asked her to pay another 50,000 dollars. Chingz, Christine and Police had come to an understanding that if the sect member contacted to play along. The sect was under investigation. Police had a couple of leads on them from last two months.
Christine switched on the device that was attached to her mobile. Without any noise or clicks the mobile started tracing the number and recording the call. It started re directing the call to another phone in a nearby Police station. Christine agreed to pay the money, again she was threatened with death if she disclosed the phone call to anyone. She had to come alone to a Victorian mansion in the out skirts on Friday full moon night. She had to bring the cash and they would make her an apex member of the sect in a ceremony that would be held on that day. The sect planned animal sacrifice that will enable her to get an Oscar in the coming year.
Chingz and hire listened to the entire conversation.
Chingz: “I will also come with you, I daren’t to let you go alone.”
Christine: “But they want me to come alone.”
Chingz: “My gut feeling is that if I come with you, the chances of you getting hurt because of any violence is less.”
“There will be interest in me and it will be easier for us to distract the sect members for the police to act quickly and nab them with evidence.”
Hire: “Lord Bran!, you must go with the Lady and use your special powers , everyone is afraid of you on moon lit nights, you are the Lord of Dark side, you are Dracula, and when you bite she will be your Vampire.”
Chingz laughed: “That is all act, I have paid thousands of dollars to bring Russian models on moon lit nights and make them do the Vampire act with me on the Castle top. That is just attraction not real. I cannot fly, squirt blood from fangs, and turn people into Vampire on biting. I used to climb castle walls with the help of winches and ropes not by just hands and legs.”
Hire: “All the same,………. and then before Chingz could ask anything he closed the door and walked away.
When the hire reached the little shed where he used to sit with his brothers, they were looking through the ancient manuscript which Ruth the witch of Arcadia had written in her own blood. Blood stains never faded and slow bleeding under control was sometimes good for regenerating fresh blood.
The hires read all the information in the book about The Pink Moon and coming Friday. “It contained few verses on how to hunt gold on Pink moon.” They read through it and then one of the hires checked through the manuscript and found the portion which he wanted to see.
He described what happened in Christine’s room.
“Here it is”, he shouted, “The making of a Dracula”….. on pink moon.
“Thou shall find the silver scorpion,
Which hides under the rock, on fifth root
Of seventh oak, which had took poison
From ground a hundred years ago
Before pink moon, this drop of poison from elixir was dropped by son of Edgar after his flight from….
and this most poisonous venomous elixir root was eaten by an insect, which was eaten by a tarantula, which was eaten by the scorpion. If this scorpion bites you on Friday the pink moon night and if you kill his flight, his spirit joins you and his poison enters your blood, you will fly like the insect you live long like an oak, climb like a spider, sting like a scorpion and you are Dracula the Lord of darkness, but if you allow the scorpion to live then you enjoy the powers of a night, till somebody does it all on another pink night.
While the Hires were reading this Christine and Chingz had couple more of Champagne glasses. They felt good and a bit of lost cheer came back.
Chingz: “Tomorrow!! Would you care to join me on the top of the castle?”
“It will be moon lit night. Lot of people watch Bran castle through binoculars and from nearby mansions. They pay me a royalty for the act. You are one of the best paid actress in the world. It would make my life if you would just play the role a few minutes.”
She giggled and called him near. “She gave him a light peck on the lips and said, “I would Lord Bran.”
“But we have to go to the mansion in which sect members are there after midnight.”
He agreed and after a light dinner they parted with yet another kiss, this time a little more lingering.”
Christine waited on the top of the Castle. She could see camera clicks in distance, few people crowded on the road.
She was dressed like a queen from his wardrobe. It was a light lavender gown so beautiful in white laces and prints.
Her white neck was tempting, the moon showered in full glory its pale skin. There was a light breeze.
When Chingz was about to put on his shoes one of the hires came in and dropped the Silver scorpion in the boot. He stood around dusting the room of imaginary dust. Chingz thought the man wanted to talk something so he took his boot and put and then gave a sharp yell. “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooooow”!!!!!!
He threw the boot away. The boot fell on the Verandah. The scorpion ran from the boot into the Verandah and into the garden and escaped with its life.
Chingz: “What was that?”
Hire : “What?”
Chingz: “Something bit me on foot.” Hire examined the foot and declared nothing is there. Chingz felt a strange kind of energy filling him. He was feeling high invincible, it must have been a small pebble in the boot, he collected the boot from Verandah, examined it and put it on. He felt super strong, super light, super cool and super lust and thirst for warm blood. He looked at the hire and the hire saw with satisfaction Lord Bran’s eyes glowing like blue Sapphires. He ran away raising the index finger and showing “one” to other hires, on which they to departed into the shed.
Lord Bran walked with confidence. His nails gleamed, when he smiled the cobra fangs shined like diamonds. He was personification Cupid transformed into love and lust, the most magnificent creature, commanding, strong and powerful. The night flowers woke up on his arrival, the bassets and hounds whined. They wagged their tails and was total in their submission and meekness in front of him. They sensed his power, feared his ruthlessness and strength but got captivated by his presence.
Lord Bran saw Christine standing on the top of the tower. In pale moon light her beautiful face and milky neck stood out. He admired the Lavender blue dress, he was in no hurry, and nobody could hurry him. The lust for her soul and body and thirst for her blood frenzied him.
Christine saw more cameras clicking. She heard a thunder in distance and a bolt of lightning illuminated the pale sky all of a sudden. She went to that part of the wall of the tower where people were making noise in the street.
When she looked down, she saw the most amazing act ever. Chingz was climbing up the sheer walls, no just walking up the Castle wall in pomp, glory, effortless, showing his gleaming fangs, nails and sapphire eyes showed in love. His body was a dance of lust and love. Christine was terrified and captivated. She couldn’t find the winches and hidden ropes, he was just walking up. More cameras clicked.
As he stepped on to the terrace big Vampire bats came flying down, they hung themselves upside down in nearby trees and building hooks and beams. She was simply amazed. The air brought the most dashing fragrance with it. Soon three female were wolves stepped out from the canopy of the trees. Christine could only marvel at the beauty and costume of the female werewolves. She assumed them to be the Russian models he used to talk about in disguise. Lord Bran called them to his side and they went to him started licking his body. Then they howled into the night a blood curling howl. The same instant all of them looked at Christine, she was petrified and rooted to the spot, there was such wildness it terrified her, but it was so real, no Holly Wood could duplicate it. Her horror and fascination gave way to need and lust which Dracula commanded over his subjects, soon she was hungrily searching Lord Bran with her face, tongue and hands. The crowd went hysterical, they clapped, took photos and commented.
“Look I told you, he is a real Vampire.”
“No he is Lord Bran himself, Dracula.”
“Is it an act, Are they Russian models?”
“I didn’t see any rope or winch when he walked up the wall.”
“Usual stuff in magic shows.”
“But looked real to me, Look, …..look he is drinking her blood and she has fainted into his arms….. Oh!!! My God!!!!, this surpasses everything and anything I have ever seen.”
Christine woke up in Lord Bran’s hands, she felt wonderful, a never before strength and energy consumed her body. A Vampire had brought bleating goat to her, with vigor she immersed her shining fangs into its neck and started drinking warm blood. Blood spurted out of the juglar vein of the animal and she sucked and sucked. Her Lavender dress became a massacre of crimson and vermillion shades. She took her mouth of the near dried up animal, blood trickled from her mouth, she wiped it with the back of her hands. Lord Bran bent over and started licking the blood that spilled from her mouth and soon they were in deep French kissing searching for tongues. Then they jumped of the castle wall into the waiting canopy below,……, People saw two human sized bats flying off in the pale moon light.
They clapped, hooted and had the time of their life, it looked so real.
The Victorian mansion in the outskirts of the town was the place from where a monstrous drug baron operated. He had connections in Holly Wood. In Holly Wood the latest craze was to resort to black magic, voodoo and other such practices mainly anything that had mystery of Orient or Africa in it as an additional support to boost sagging carriers, professional and personal rivalries, love affairs pretty anything and everything. This gang had its own black magic practioneers, who performed strange rituals, hood winked clients extorted huge sums of money through black mail, death threats. Their real operation was drug laundering and extortion.
The ring leader a Spanish born American who had settled in Arcadia sat in his chair. He had 4 other men near him, all tough characters who were in business for years, all of them had served sentences some time or other for crimes ranging from kidnapping to murder.
Ring leader whom everyone called Mayo asked: “When she is supposed to come?”
A fat black thug named Crobo answered: “Any time now.”
A third guy from shadows answered. “I always wanted her.” “Let’s have her.”, he had already served two sentences for rape and molestation. The criminals didn’t see two Bats that flew in. They hung from the ceiling watching everything. From some interior room they could hear a chant. White smoke floated out. It had a nirvana smell on it. “Joe is blazing it, let’s have a joint.” The men moved out of the hall into the adjacent room.
In the adjacent room a man of mixed heritage danced around a white smoke emitting tripod. He was naked and he had four girls who were also naked. They had all kind of tattoos on them .In the center they had a statue of what looked like Lucifer. They were in rhythm dancing around the statue, inhaling the drug smoke. The thugs looked at the scene. They inhaled the smoke and started mixing with the dancers. Soon somebody brought drug joints, and it became a scene drug overdose, sex, chanting and some kind of pointless ritualistic abuse of paganism, it had nothing to do with heathen worship but everything to do with desecration and disrespect of life in its meaning.
Mayo to two guys. “You two, bring her here when she comes, I want her first.”
He had just finished his words when he heard a bewitching laughter. He turned around and faced Christine.
“Hey!!! Think of the devil and devil is here.”
Mayo: “How did you get in?”
She pointed upwards and Mayo saw a ventilator.
Mayo thought it was funny and he laughed and his two goons also laughed.
Christine’s eyes gleamed.
Mayo: “Have you brought the money?” “You can hand over the money and join the ritual”
Christine: “It is cold, do I have to get naked in front of all these people?”
Mayo: “Yes, he needs some blood.”
Christine took out a wad of notes, Mayo extended his hands and Christine smiled. Mayo though it funny but something in Christine’s eyes made him feel afraid. He tried to shrug it off. The smell associated corpse in Church funerals started to fill the room. Mayo saw something on her face that made him tremble. She had a pair of fangs that twinkled even without proper light. Then he saw her nails. She had lust in her eyes, face and body but not for him, for death for kill. The Shaman and his girls who were dancing around the pyre ran away. A strange figure walked down the ceiling and sprayed urine on to the pyre and killed it. “This is not paganism, heathenism, this is desecration, disrespect.” The Police later found five men on most wanted list of Interpol thoroughly mauled, confused, afraid and talking gibberish. They prayed for mercy and plead guilty.
The deep scars and wound on their body were made by a pair of animals not weapons and the marks on their minds from fear.
It was near morning when Christine woke up, still sun had not come up and she saw Chingz lying next to her. They were under the covers and she put her hands on his body and found him absolutely naked and as for her dress she saw the Lavender gown red with dried blood discarded near the bed. First there was a small tremor, then a slightly stronger one, the objects in the room vibrated .Chingz woke up with a jump. He was surprised to see Christine naked in the bed with him. He recalled the night to an extent .If he had looked good earlier he was scintillating now, the body glowed and was in amazing shape. She looked at him lovingly. Even though the previous night’s memories were obliterating there remained something like a connection from the past ,which kind of cemented their life together.
Chingz: “The hires, they may be still digging.” He dressed immediately, Christine also got into a pair of comfortable tights and T-shirt. They ran to the Kitchen store, opened the secret door to the cellar and ran down the staircase. Chingz had a pen torch. The small light picked up a dark and humid way through darkness. The hires had digged quite a long hole through the cavern wall. He couldn’t hear any more digging sound, but a breeze was coming through which meant the cellar had opened into a tunnel which probably connected to some other tunnel which linked to the old sea port. They followed the breeze. Since the hires had digged a long way connecting only particular tunnels, to pick the way was easy. Breeze meant air was okay to breathe. As they moved forward along the cavern in distance they could see faint day light, where the tunnel opened into the old sea port. As they reached the opening the four diggers were getting into a small wooden boat. There were four coffins in the boat. The four hires smiled at them.
The leader of the hires addressed them: “You need to help us”
Chingz: “What can I do for you, Salary I will give at the end of the month.”
The hires looked at each other “No, it is not about salary we are going to get into the coffins You need to take the coffins into deep sea in this boat and then push the coffins into the sea.”
Chingz: “You must be kidding or you must have gone mad.” He looked at Christine in disbelief.
Hire: “Do you remember last night?”
Chingz: “I have a vague memory, Vampires, Draculas’’…..
Hire: “We are free spirits, not humans, you won’t cause us any harm.” “Look at your shadows, we don’t have any shadows.” “The tremors have opened a long shaft at a particular point in the sea.” The coffins have rocks in them and will sink to the bottom with us inside. Then we will go along the shaft to find more precious metals.”
Chingz: “What use is gold to free spirits?”
Hire: “Not gold, we are searching for an elusive element which is present on earth at rare places on rare occasions. We need to get it and give it to humans, so they will advance to next level in their evolution.” “That is the job given to us.”
Chingz: “By whom?”
Hires smiled and got into the coffins and closed the coffins.
Chingz and Christine took the boat into deep sea to the point where the hires had mentioned. As they were about to dump the coffins into the sea one hire opened one coffin from inside and said , “I know you are wondering why go in coffins to sea depths, it is easier for us to sink in water like this and journey along the long mine shafts will be faster.” “We have dumped some yellow metal we found in your cellar.” “That is all for you and your children”. Then he said to Christine. “You will get the statue you want next year and to Chingz “She will be always yours.”
By the time Chingz and Christine returned, it was afternoon. She didn’t return to Holly Wood. They found an obscenely huge amount of gold dumped in the cellar. They made the most famous writer to script a play for them based on the happenings at Arcadia from the time Christine arrived and it was done. It was produced by Chingz and both husband and wife acted in it. Christine got the best actress award at Oscars that year, then the couple retired and lived a happy life.