Voyages with Vampires
written by Jake Gimli
*Chapter 3 fixed* This famous Memoir follows the fabulous Gideroy Lockhart and his adventures with Capitão Stalin, and his crew.
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05/31/21
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Chapter 5
Chapter 5
I woke up with much sores in my wrist, ankles, and back. I tried to look around, but pain built in the back of my neck when I tried to.
“...a aldeia, quero dizer.” came a voice around an unseen corner. “Você ouviu? Looks like Mr. Lockhart discovered are not-so-secret secret.” one member chuckled to another as he walked into my room, while forced my eyes to shut. The other replied, “I was surprised he even answered the carta! He even arrived on the barco with a book with a picture of us! I think it was called Santa Rosa’s Hidden Enemies, or something like that.”
That’s where I had seen them! I internalized.
“Now look at him.” he continued while kicking my binds, “About to be squeezed to death by a simple rope.” They walked away with quite steps.
Feeling hopeless, I tried to put my hand in the only comfortable place I could without pain, my cloak pocket.
But I couldn’t, because I felt something in it already. It was long. It had a handle, I swear it felt wooden…
My wand! I remembered. I took it out, and said, “Exsolvo!” The glowing rope tied ‘round me fell to the earth. The red marks on my hands and ankles were relieved, it felt as though I had been revived of dragon pox.
I stood up with a silent grunt, and followed where the duo had went.
…
Not a long moment had passed before I came to meet a wide opening to a tropical village. This must be Paru. I strode down the steep hill at the opening of the cave.
The village was all wood and straw, but filled with beings that not be as bland as their homes. Most of the people I passed by stared at my torn clothes, but I didn’t care.
It took me a while, but I found the courtyard of Paru. I crawled upon the highest haystack. I wobbled on top of the hay, and shouted at the top of my lungs, “THE ONES WHO HAVE TORTURED ME ARE IN YOUR VILLAGE!”
All the residents turned to the shouting lunatic on the swaying hay.
“VAMPIRES ARE HERE!” I screamed, gesturing my index finger at the ground. “I am Gilderoy Lockhart, explorer and voyay-” the statement turned to a yelp as my yellow podium brought me to the dirt.
Laughter surrounded me. It was as if I could feel the patrinisment on my skin. A shadow towered over me, and turned my head up, preparing for a good talking-to.
I am sorry to tell you it was much worse than that.
Stalin’s pale face boomed upon me, a smirk in the corner of his frown.
“I would like you to come back with us, Gilderoy.” Stalin said a disappointing tone.
I brainlessly followed, slowly, painfully awaiting my doom.
“...a aldeia, quero dizer.” came a voice around an unseen corner. “Você ouviu? Looks like Mr. Lockhart discovered are not-so-secret secret.” one member chuckled to another as he walked into my room, while forced my eyes to shut. The other replied, “I was surprised he even answered the carta! He even arrived on the barco with a book with a picture of us! I think it was called Santa Rosa’s Hidden Enemies, or something like that.”
That’s where I had seen them! I internalized.
“Now look at him.” he continued while kicking my binds, “About to be squeezed to death by a simple rope.” They walked away with quite steps.
Feeling hopeless, I tried to put my hand in the only comfortable place I could without pain, my cloak pocket.
But I couldn’t, because I felt something in it already. It was long. It had a handle, I swear it felt wooden…
My wand! I remembered. I took it out, and said, “Exsolvo!” The glowing rope tied ‘round me fell to the earth. The red marks on my hands and ankles were relieved, it felt as though I had been revived of dragon pox.
I stood up with a silent grunt, and followed where the duo had went.
…
Not a long moment had passed before I came to meet a wide opening to a tropical village. This must be Paru. I strode down the steep hill at the opening of the cave.
The village was all wood and straw, but filled with beings that not be as bland as their homes. Most of the people I passed by stared at my torn clothes, but I didn’t care.
It took me a while, but I found the courtyard of Paru. I crawled upon the highest haystack. I wobbled on top of the hay, and shouted at the top of my lungs, “THE ONES WHO HAVE TORTURED ME ARE IN YOUR VILLAGE!”
All the residents turned to the shouting lunatic on the swaying hay.
“VAMPIRES ARE HERE!” I screamed, gesturing my index finger at the ground. “I am Gilderoy Lockhart, explorer and voyay-” the statement turned to a yelp as my yellow podium brought me to the dirt.
Laughter surrounded me. It was as if I could feel the patrinisment on my skin. A shadow towered over me, and turned my head up, preparing for a good talking-to.
I am sorry to tell you it was much worse than that.
Stalin’s pale face boomed upon me, a smirk in the corner of his frown.
“I would like you to come back with us, Gilderoy.” Stalin said a disappointing tone.
I brainlessly followed, slowly, painfully awaiting my doom.
