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Frightful Fridays: The Waning VII

USUK. Halloween fic. In his bid to escape the brutal Halloween tradition of The Waning, vampire Arthur Kirkland sews himself a cadaver groom intended to be his ticket out of the Land of the Banished. Unfortunately for him, Alfred has a mind - and objectives - of his own. Loosely based on the 2010 Halloween designs.
 

The Waning

VII

Arthur awoke when he rolled off the sofa and banged his elbow on the coffee table. This was a baffling and unglamorous way to wake up, as one was - as a rule - more or less impervious to coffee tables when one slept in a coffin.

His mouth tasted like wet sand and his temples throbbed as he pushed himself to his knees, groggy and tight from sleeping in his clothes. His first thought was Alfred and his second that little bastard. He should have suspected. Even whilst alive, Alfred had never been so thoughtful as to make him tea because he looked, quote, “so comfortable”. To his peril, Arthur was so often taken in by the pretty face that he forgot all about the devious brain beneath. Alfred could be very sly indeed when he wanted something.

Precisely what he wanted now was quite beyond Arthur, who nonetheless knew that Alfred had only knocked him out so he could go back to the Other Realm.

The stupid boy was going to get himself killed. Again.

Unwinding himself from the blanket, Arthur stumbled to his feet, kneading at his forehead. He felt that he needed about a gallon of blood to set himself right - but that, alas, would just have to wait. Right now he had a bridegroom-sacrifice to reclaim and a glance at the clock over the mantlepiece told him that he didn’t have much more than an hour before the gate closed.

He was going to have to do something drastic.

He padded upstairs to the bedroom, flipping on the light to work by. Opening the wardrobe, he shoved aside the collection of old military uniforms to get at the wooden chest tucked in the darkest corner, dragging it out by the handle. He unlocked it with a key taken from the drawer of the dresser. It contained but two things: a small bottle of blood - Alfred’s, taken from his original body - and the heavy grey overcoat of the All Saints Army. This, too, had been Alfred’s. The bomber jacket - missing, he noticed - and the dog tags, those things were from the Second World War, they were things distant enough for him to be careless about. This coat, however, was a different story. The chest and collar were stiff and dark with blood from the fatal bullet wounds and the postmortem beheading. This was a tie more potent than any vow or ring, the one thing that stopped Alfred from escaping him.

He shrugged the coat on, put the bottle between his teeth and went to get the mirror. Throwing off the black lace covering, he noted at once that the dog-tags, one of his idle prizes, were missing from the corner. Curse Alfred his nosiness. Now Arthur wished he had simply put everything in the chest, despite not being in the habit of hiding things that he had been given.

He took the mirror off its hinges and brought it to the middle of the floor, just at the foot of the bed. He put the bottle down atop its silver surface, went back to the wardrobe, retrieved his Browning and also his sword, a ceremonial creature keen enough to cut through bone. He couldn’t afford to take any chances. He crossed back to the mirror, stepped onto its surface. He had no reflection in it, saw only the warped shape of the bottle and the ceiling, cracked plaster, as he crouched to uncork the blood. The scent of it went through him, shivering, hitting him in the pit of his belly. He wanted to down the lot and had to stay perfectly still for a moment, fists clenched, fighting off the urge. He breathed hard. It was almost unbearable.

Shaking his head, he forced his hand to tilt, sending a small splatter of blood to the smooth glass below. With fumbling fingers he corked the rest of it and threw it out of sight onto the bed. He bit at his bottom lip as he knelt down and rubbed his fingers through the blood, beginning to form shapes, symbols, words. This was old magic, the opening of portals, the sort younger vampires wouldn’t know how to use. It was a blood pact, asking that he and Alfred be joined together in one place - like the breaking of bread. When he was done writing out the spell, he licked over his hand and sank his teeth into the heel of his thumb, bringing forth two deep beads of blood which swelled over the curve of his skin and fell. The mirror shivered beneath his feet as his own blood hit the spell; and then, from the centre, a sudden shrill spiderweb of cracks flourished across the glass.

Arthur closed his hand around the cold hilt of his sword. Alfred F. Jones was about to wish he’d never been stitched together.

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" For Japan, the battle of Midway was indeed a tragic defeat. The Japanese Combined Fleet, placing its faith in ‘quality rather than quantity had long trained and prepared to defeat a numerically superior enemy. Yet at Midway, a stronger Japanese force went down to defeat before a weaker enemy.
… With Midway as the turning point, the fortunes of war appeared definitely to shift from our own to the Allied side. The defeat taught us many lessons and impelled our navy, for the first time since the outbreak of war, to indulge in critical self-examination.”
- Mitsuo Fuchida (led the air strike against Pearl Harbor, was aboard the aircraft carrier Akagi during the battle of Midway)
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" They had no right to win. And yet they did, and in doing so, they changed the course of a war."
- Walter Lord, Author 
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The Battle of Midway in the Pacific Theater of Operations was one of the most important naval battles of World War II. Between 4 and 7 June 1942, only six months after Japan’s attack on Pearl Harbor, and one month after the Battle of the Coral Sea, the United States Navy (USN), under Admirals Chester W. Nimitz, Frank Jack Fletcher, and Raymond A. Spruance decisively defeated an attack by the Imperial Japanese Navy (IJN), under Admirals Isoroku Yamamoto, Chuichi Nagumo, and Nobutake Kondo on Midway Atoll, inflicting irreparable damage on the Japanese fleet. Military historian John Keegan called it “the most stunning and decisive blow in the history of naval warfare.” It was Japan’s first naval defeat since the Battle of Shimonoseki Straits in 1863.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Midway

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" For Japan, the battle of Midway was indeed a tragic defeat. The Japanese Combined Fleet, placing its faith in ‘quality rather than quantity had long trained and prepared to defeat a numerically superior enemy. Yet at Midway, a stronger Japanese force went down to defeat before a weaker enemy.

… With Midway as the turning point, the fortunes of war appeared definitely to shift from our own to the Allied side. The defeat taught us many lessons and impelled our navy, for the first time since the outbreak of war, to indulge in critical self-examination.”

- Mitsuo Fuchida (led the air strike against Pearl Harbor, was aboard the aircraft carrier Akagi during the battle of Midway)

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" They had no right to win. And yet they did, and in doing so, they changed the course of a war."

- Walter Lord, Author 

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The Battle of Midway in the Pacific Theater of Operations was one of the most important naval battles of World War II. Between 4 and 7 June 1942, only six months after Japan’s attack on Pearl Harbor, and one month after the Battle of the Coral Sea, the United States Navy (USN), under Admirals Chester W. Nimitz, Frank Jack Fletcher, and Raymond A. Spruance decisively defeated an attack by the Imperial Japanese Navy (IJN), under Admirals Isoroku Yamamoto, Chuichi Nagumo, and Nobutake Kondo on Midway Atoll, inflicting irreparable damage on the Japanese fleet. Military historian John Keegan called it “the most stunning and decisive blow in the history of naval warfare.” It was Japan’s first naval defeat since the Battle of Shimonoseki Straits in 1863.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Midway

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