Tag Archives: Fiction

Part seven of eight (1 2 3 4 5 6 7) Old Willem Schliemann watches the sun drop beyond the Argentine hills. “It won’t be long now,” he says to no one at all, and it isn’t. The sky in … Continue reading →

Part seven of eight (1 2 3 4 5 6) “Doktor Muething,” Willem said. His skin tingled; he felt cold all over. “You missed a variable.” “What?” Doktor Muething said, in the listless tone of someone not really listening. “Listen … Continue reading →

Part six of eight (1 2 3 4 5) “He is dead,” Willem said, looking up from the corpse. “Then let us begin.” Doktor Muething injected the vampire blood into the second dead Jew. This one was an older man … Continue reading →

Part five of eight (1 2 3 4) If Death is the absence of Life, Gunther Schliemann wrote, and if Life is the absence of Death, then Vampirism is the absence of both. Willem was so absorbed in the book … Continue reading →

Part four of eight (1 2 3) Willem took a lukewarm shower, put on clean clothes, and then went back to the laboratory where he found Doktor Muething standing beside the staff car, the black satchel in his hand. “You … Continue reading →

Part three of eight (1 2) Willem jumped back with a gasp. He tried to tear his eyes away from the dead Jew’s cold, bloodless stare but he could not. “Doktor?” His voice came out strangled. “Doktor?” “Magnificent,” the Doktor … Continue reading →

Part two of eight (1) Willem arrived at precisely 4:53. He found Doktor Muething sleeping on a folding cot in the corner with a book in his hand. There were more open books and papers piled atop the Doktor’s desk, … Continue reading →