The Dark Castle

The Dark Castle


Chapter 26

“Hand off!” he snarled to a lady vampire. He instinctively didn’t like her. She seemed to be one of those vulgar women.

“Can I as Lord execute people?” he hissed in Xavilier’s ear and Xavilier laughed. But he meant it.

“Ha ha! Good one Blaze!” Xavilier said in a fresh burst of laugher. Blaze glared at him. He had been serious!

After a while they managed to get somewhere without being squized to death by anyone. They had reached the restricted area where they would meet Ambrow.

“So can I?” he asked when they had sat down in big polished dark brown leather armchairs.

“Stop Joking! It’s getting old!” Xavilier said with a raised eyebrow.

“No! I’m serious!” he said and met Xavilier’s grey eyes.

Damien watched them curiously from where he sat but he didn’t interfer. He just listened to perhaps manage to figure out what was going on.

Xavilier stared at him for a long good moment.

“Why do you want to know?” he finally asked and Blaze noted that he didn’t like where this conversation was heading. But Blaze saw no reasons for Xavilier to fret like he appeared to do. Apparently Damien had noticed too because he frowned.

“For obvious reasons. I need to know my powers over this… organisation or whatever to call it,” he answered after thinking for a while how to put his thoughts into words.

“In that case, yes, you’ve got the power. All due, it’s seldom used. Normally we’d go for punishment of some sort, various due to he situation,” Xavilier told him.

“You’ve also got a council to make important decitions and to help you in various matters. It’s important to have som kind of a structure to follow in order to keep track on every invudual that belongs to the DC since there are so many of us in various places all over the world,” Damien explained now when he had figured out what they were on about.

“Who is taking part in this council and how were they chosen?” he asked.

“Your Granddad choose a few and later I did. It’s up to you if you want to make any changes,” Xavilier said.

Blaze ordered a drink for a waiter of some sort when he saw him run by before he once again turned his attention upon Xavilier.

“Can you tell me whose in this council of mine?” he asked.

“Certainly. I can write it down for you, it makes things easier than just listen to my ramblings,” Xavilier explained.

“Yeah, that would be great for my ears,” he murmured. “Do that,” he said aloud.

During the time Xavilier wrote some things down dot him the waiter came over with his drink.

“Just so you know Blaze, those drinks is very strongly mixed. They’re not like any other drinks in the world. It’s the policy of DC,” Damien warned him.

“The stronger the better!” Blaze grinned and took a sip. He could taste it was strong, alright! But he didn’t mind. Perhaps things would finally get funny around him.

“It’s a wonder I’m not stuck with a bounch of useless drunks if you drink this all the time!” he said.

Before Damien had the chance to answer to his cheek Xavilier announced he was finished.

“Let’s have a look,” Blaze said and snatched the paper from Xaviliers outreached hand. Blaze raised his eyebrows as he read.

Milo, Blackforest cave in England

Liornell, Elfwood in England.

Scorrow, Moonwood Village in England

Blake, Waterfalls valley in Bulgaria

Armand, Pineforest’s cliff in Sweden

Louis, undead village in USA

Orion, Crystal riverdale in New Zeeland

Dylan, Mathoria in Iceland

Devon, Dark valley in USA

Darth, Dark Dale in Romania

Chaim, Divin’ey Cair in Brazil

Lane, Dark Moon in the Philipphine Islands

Timothy, Black Moon Mannor in Italy

Cozz, Entinaz in Canada

ALSO

Damien, VD Lord (here Blaze laughed)

Xavilier, Investigator

Spike, Spy

Liornell, representative of the Elves

Ambrow, Representative of the Werewolves

Lestat, Representative of the Vampires

Dül, elf and secretary during meetings

Darth, Peace keeper in the council (Here he snorted)

“Alright, explain this!” he ordered.

“First of all, those persons which are written first are the leaders for their community or whatever you’d like to call it. We’ve got a lot of communities and specially right outside the DC main castle but those are ourbig and very important communities stationed all over the world. As told before they do various things. Bellow I’ve written the names of these who hold the meetings. The representatives of various breeds usually brings up questions, suggestions, on preferable changes and such from their own meeting each breeds hold a few times a year. Darth, as you saw is the peace maker and it means that he makes sure there is no fighting and that everybody have a say in a matter. He himself stays neutral during the meetings and gives no one an unfair advantage.”

“Wait a minute, wasn’t he the old vampire?” Blaze asked.

“Aha,” Xavilier nodded.

“Alright, go on then;” he murmured.

“I am the investigator in big crime investigations or searchings or whatever there is to cover for. I do a little bit of all but mostly I organisate things. I work with logic and statistic.”

Blaze nodded his undertanding and was hit by the fact that Xavilier was a very important person since he planned almost everything big that went on in the DC.

“That’s about it,” Xavilier said and waved a hand.

“Almost. But you forgot to say that there is other councils,” Damien reminded him calmly.

“There is? Tell me about them!” Blaze said. He really wanted to understand how things worked so he could take over soon. He was surprised time to time when he was told how things worked. Everything seemed so big.

“We do have a council who handle war and politics.”

“And?”

“It decided whether to help those in wars or not. Whether we should join a side or stay neutral or out of it. And when we need to attack we organisate it and planns it in the council. But your wish is our command. The council is not often used due. “

“Why not?”

“Because you don’t need the council. Well, at least not for making decisions but it’s till used for planning. The council will give their opinion whether to join a war, stay out or attack but it’s still up to you. It’s only rally there to help you think things through…” Xavilier trailed off.

“Like we did today,” Damien added.

“With the bombs you mean?” he asked.

“ Exactly. We do have a lot of council but usually we don’t bother with them. It’s just a formality to use when we need to keep things in control, some structure, you know.”

“And do they? Get out of control?” Blaze asked calmly.

“The last time we didn’t have control over our own forces, no control is the wrong word here. Our forces have never been out of control but our control had and arggg! Wrong again!” Damien said.

Xavilier laughed at him.

“What he mean to say is that our forces has never been rebellious, they’ve always kept themselves in line but the information and the organisation has been a bit out of control. For a while no one in the council knew what was going on and out forces didn’t know what to do because they didn’t have any orders. It was a communication problem but that’s since long fixed,” Xavilier explained.

Blaze could practically hear “But that’s since long fixed, since I’m here now” and he bit down on his tongue to keep from snorting with laugher. Xavilier and Damien didn’t notice.

“And when was this?” Blaze asked once he was sure he could control his voice.

“Over a tousend of years ago. So I don’t think we have a problem anymore,” Xavilier said confidently.

“We have history books about this,” Damien said helpfully.

I see, read and learn from past mistakes, Blaze thought. But it was kinda good there was books.

“Yes whatever. I’ll deal with this later. I thought we were here to have fun,” Blaze said. The drink had gotten him in a good mood.

“Let’s go for that! Ambrow should have been here a several minutes ago,” Damien said with a hint of irritation in his voice.

“Perhaps he’s already drunk and blacked out somewhere,” Xavilier siad and looked around as if he expected to see the wolf lying anywhere nearby.

“Um, you don’t suppose he’s gone out, do you?” Blaze asked.

“What do you mean?” Damien asked.

“Oh you know, to watch the fireworks so to say,” he smirked.

“I don’t think he’s interested in the bombs at all. More possible boobs in that case,” Xavilier said dryly.

“Or perhaps he’s right behind you,” said a forth voice and the three of them whirled around.

“Ambrow! What took you so long?” Damien asked immediately with accusion in his voice. Ambrow watched him with clear amusement.

“Nothing important. Why, were you worried sweet heart?” Ambrow said in a mock sweet voice.

“No I wasn’t , I was more like thinking of being pissed at you, seek you out and kick your bitchy little ass,” Damien snarled and Blaze was kinda impressed by the attitude. Damien had been in a sort of bad mood lately. Why he didn’t know and didn’t much care if it meant intertainment.

“Whoa! Easy tiger!” Ambrow said and sat down, no, more like threw himself down.

“So where were you?” Xavilier said and managed to sound like an accusing wife. “You kept our Lord waiting,” he added.

That was met by hint of shame.

Apparently Xavilier had quite a big roll to play in the Dark Castle. Blaze wouldn’t have guessed because Xavilier was very young compairing to the others in the DC. But there was no denying it, Xavilier was intelligent and good on what he was doing, he knew his stuff. Take the night when his “harry” side had died for example. Xavilier acted out very quickly without any hesitations and he had led his investigation people. He was a true leader and, from what Blaze had seen, was treated as such. He didn’t get as much credit as he should have for that night, but face it, at least he was in favour by the Dark Lord, Blaze, himself.