The Vampyres Of New
York City
Book II
Book II
A Preliminary Sketch
by
R.E. Prindle
How I Bridged The Gap
Angeline and
I had gotten off the plane from New York City to close up my affairs in
Portland only for me to be arrested for the alleged murder of my wife two years
before. As absurd as the charge was I
had to defend myself in court. I had
fortunately gone before a judge at the preliminary hearing who either saw the
absurdity of the charges, my wife of sixty years had after all been seventy
eight years old when she expired, or else he thought that if I wanted to skip
it would save the city the expenses of a trial it would probably lose and what
did he care, at any rate I was released on my own cognizance to organize my defense as I had naturally
pled not guilty.
Having had
some experience with Portland lawyers I had no thought of spending god only
knows how much money for a very shoddy defense, if it was a defense at all. I thought that with Angeline by my side, who
knew filings and procedures, I should be able to exonerate myself with
ease. I hadn’t counted on the extreme
viciousness of the legal establishment nor a certain timidity on the part of
Angeline when confronted by the front of the male lawyers who sought to
intimidate her.
I stubbornly
refused to turn over a small fortune, several hundred thousand or more for a
shoddy defense and probably end up in the slammer anyway. I was somewhat at a loss of how to proceed when
my subconscious came to the rescue. As I
lay awake beside Ange pondering moves one night I slipped off into an
unconscious state and entered a coma. I
then had the most startling out of body translation imaginable. Angeline was lying beside me as my Animus,
that is, in Freudian terminology, Ego, detached itself from my brain and
floated over entering Angeline’s skull.
I had a
fairly difficult problem of suppressing the three male icons, one of which was
Dr. Wormowitz, on her spermatic left X side of the brain and putting my own y
in place. I was successful, the
transplantation was seamless so when I realized what had happened I knew that
Angeline while retaining her right side female X now had my masculine left
side; not quite a complete y chromosome from her point of view but now that my
Animus was part of her brain I could speak through her mouth to put those scuzzy
lawyers in their place. Also a
convenience was that I had access to her legal knowledge. Angeline was now a woman with the aggression
of a man. Unfortunately my egoless body
was an encumbrance.
Awakening,
Angeline was fairly confused as, in fact, a foreign substance now controlled
her brain. After some minutes while
examining my inert body, thinking perhaps I had died, I succeeded in getting
her attention. Looking at my body
thinking it was talking she said:
‘Partly, is that you?’
‘Only
partly, I joked rather lamely, Angeline, my Animus is no longer in my body, it
is in your head in place of your X Animus.
Now, darling, we are truly one, or, almost.’
She could
now realize that she was in essence talking to herself although she no longer
had to use her vocal cords to do so, all
she had to do was think it and the exchanges would be perfect. She never completely had the hang of it fully
and at any time would sometimes vocalize her part of the conversation giving
her the appearance of talking to herself and some eccentricity, but brilliant
none the less.
‘But,
Partly, how could you do that. It’s not
possible.’
‘Possible or
not, Darling, that’s how it is. I am
you, you are me. I can’t describe what
happened, dear one, all I know is that after slipping into unconsciousness I
found my Animus entering your skull, displacing your spermatic Animus icons and
installing myself in their place. And a
damn good job I made of it too.
Perfect. So we will be together
in all legal situations and in my masculine aggression and hatred of the legals
they won’t intimidate you anymore. Wear
flats because you’re going to be walking differently with a little more
confidence and aplomb. I can’t handle
heels so either use tenny runners or flats of some sort. All your memories are intact; mine are
somewhat limited at this time but I can resuscitate them.
As for my
body, it’s still alive but it will have to be transferred to a hospital to be
placed in permanent care until this is over.
Now that I’ve seen how it’s done, I can move back without any trouble,
repair your mind and leave it in better shape than when I arrived.
I’ve already
met your Dr. Wormowitz and I can access your second personality while you do
have some characteristics of a third. I
can protect you from the conflict from your party girl personality. You don’t realize it but even though it is a
second personality that you can’t access aspects seep through into your regular
personality. I can stop that. So don’t feel alarmed if you feel me working
on those memories and reorganizing your mind.
It’s all for the best.
Now, get up
and shower and get my body to the hospital.
It’s going to need nourishment.’
We couldn’t
move my body by ourselves with Angeline’s strength, so we had to call an
ambulance riding in back on the way to St. Vincent’s Hospital. My body was then taken to a room and we
watched quietly as the various equipment for sustaining life were connected. As I looked down at myself, seeing me as
others saw me, I couldn’t believe it was me; much different than looking at
myself in the mirror. I was quite
repulsed but then self-love took over and I didn’t seem so bad; for eighty-one
I looked pretty darn good; the only catch was ‘for eighty-one.’
I could feel
Ange smiling at me as our thoughts were entwined. As we were truly one only out thoughts were
meaningful. When things were set up and
the bags were dripping away we decided to walk down the corridor to stare out
the windows as our new relationship hit us.
I am yours and you are mine seemed to filter through our consciousness
which was still quite separate. The
reality of our situation began sinking in; I could never have imagined such a
situation.
We drifted
back down the hall feeling almost weightless in our reveries to take another
look at my body. As we entered the room
we froze. ‘Get away from there Athole’
we shouted. Startled Athole Greunge
pulled his hand back from the tube he had intended to disengage.
‘What are
you doing in my room?’ I shouted loud
enough to draw the attention of the nurses who came running. As he saw only a woman blocking his exit he
attempted to brush past but as Ange’s Animus I shot a left into his solar
plexus laying him flat on his back gasping.
Athole
Gruenge was the guy who had incited the charge of murder against me. As Athole slowly recovered, he gasped: ‘I wasn’t
doing anything. I must have entered the wrong room.’
‘Yes, you
did, Athole,’ Ange replied, ‘also exactly what were you looking for in the
wrong room?’
This
nonplussed Athole who, still panting from his blow to the solar plexus couldn’t
organize his thoughts quickly enough to give a plausible answer. Almost speaking to himself he said: ‘He isn’t
going to get away with this. The murder
trial isn’t going to stop. If he
maintains this phony rigmarole he’s going to be doing it in prison.’
‘Athole, you
must be insane. I didn’t kill my wife
and it is only your insane religious bigotry and self-hatred that goads you on
to this.’
‘Of course
you didn’t do it, woman, he did it.
What’s wrong with you?’
There was a
slip that we would have make certain didn’t happen again; I relinquished
control to Angeline who quickly made up for my gaffe.
‘As you are
aware Mr. Greunge, I am Mr. Wright’s lawyer.
I am going to get a cease and desist order against you and if you are
seen within a mile of the hospital you will be arrested. Make no mistake we caught you in an attempted
murder.’
‘Who’s this
we?’ Athole asked weakly.
Caught out
again Ange quickly countered turning and gesturing to the hospital personnel
now gathered around. that took care of the we.
Hospital security had arrived .
We had them escort Athole out of the building warning him to stay away.
Breathing
hard as though we had been hit in the solar plexus Ange sat down so we could
collect ourselves. ‘How could he have
known so quickly Partly. How could he
have known at all?’
‘He’s part
of a network, Hon. I am one of the
people they have under surveillance. We
called for an ambulance using a phone, phones are tapped, that was possibly
picked up alerting him. Then, the
ambulance had to pass certain checkpoints so that I wouldn’t be surprised if
they were parked at corners we had to pass.
He may very well have followed us to the hospital and waited. Quite simple really.’
‘What
network is that, Partly?’ ‘I really
don’t know, I’ve never tried to find out but they stalked me for years before I
left for New York. You wouldn’t have
noticed their members who stalked me in New York.’
‘Stalked you
in New York? How could they?’
‘It’s a
network. If you study it there are
dozens of networks, political, social, whatever. People who think they’re werewolves,
vampires, whatever. The Manson group is
still active. Could have been them, I
don’t think so, but it’s a possibility.’
‘The Manson
group? Charles Manson? But why would they…’
‘It’s a long
story, Angeline, let’s go home and can work it out there. It may seem improbable but I’ll lay out the
story for you.’ It seems strange but I
guess we have to leave my body here. How
do you walk away from yourself? This is
how, I guess. Gut wrenching walking away
from your body in the hospital.’
‘I want to
come back and see you regularly, Partly.
Promise me we will.’
‘Well, it’s
your body too Angeline, nobody can tell you how to use it.’ I chuckled to myself, or I thought I did, at
my supposed private joke. Ange
admonished me, ‘Stop, Partly, that’s not
funny.’
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