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Chapter 15 of Velma the Vegan Vampire begins here:
Velma knocked on the heavy wooden door.
“Come in.”
“Excuse me sir, there wasn’t any chamomile tea left so I brought you spiced apple and chamomile. I hope that’s okay.” She put the drink down on Sir Wenthrip’s bedside table.
Bennett Wenthrip looked up from his book. “Oh, new face. Where’s Gail?”
“She asked me to fill in,” Velma explained. “She’s got her hands full with one of your weekend guests.”
Winthrip frowned and nodded. “And you are?”
“I’m a temp, sir, just here for the weekend.”
“Well, yes, I assumed that but what’s your name girl, what’s your name?”
“Oh yes sir, sorry sir,” Velma was enjoying another bit of role-playing but she’d based her character on someone she’d seen on Downton Abbey and only just managed to stop herself curtsying. “I’m Mavis.”
“Mavis, eh? We don’t meet many Mavises these days.”
“No sir.”
“Right then Mavis, what did you say about the tea?”
“It’s spiced apple and chamomile. There wasn’t any just chamomile.”
“Put in on the list then girl! Put it on the list!”
“List?”
“Yes, the shopping list – that’s how they make sure they don’t run out of anything.”
“Oh yes, of course. I’m sorry I don’t know where -“
“You don’t know where the shopping list is because you’re new.” He mimicked her. “Never mind, I’ll have a word with Gail when I see her.” He tentatively took a sip of the herbal tea. “Hmm, not bad, not bad. But I’d rather have my usual. Tell Gail when you see her.”
Velma nodded. “Yes, but I don’t know when I’ll see her because she’s busy with -“
“The weekend guest! Yes, you told me. Which guest is it? Not Julian by any chance?”
“I believe so, yes sir, he’s a little bit -“
“Inebriated! And more than a little I dare say. Yes, he always gets like that after a shoot, bloody idiot!”
“I was going to say dead.”
“Dead?” Sir Wenthrip was taken aback. “Did you say he’s dead?”
Velma nodded. “Afraid so.”
“What did he die of?”
“Something that’s going around I think sir.”
Bennett’s book slipped from his lap as he stood up. “What?! Something contagious?” he asked with alarm.
“No, it’s not contagious. Goodness, what do I have to do to convince people of that?” she asked rhetorically.
“I don’t appreciate your tone young woman,” the master of the house was both annoyed and fearful. “You just said it was going around did you not?”
“I did, yes.”
“Well what do you mean by it’s going around if it’s not contagious?!” He found her calmness unnerving. The agitated aristocrat sat on the side of his bed and, while his feet fumbled their way into his slippers, he didn’t take his eyes off her.
“I’m sorry for the confusion,” her expression betrayed no emotion. “I meant to say – I’m going around.”
The pompous old man began to edge towards the door. “You killed him? Why? What did he do to deserve that?” he asked with genuine curiosity.
“Today?”
“Yes today! Yesterday! Last year! What did he ever do to deserve such a violent end?”
“I wouldn’t say it was violent exactly. It was quick and painless. Probably didn’t feel more than a pinch. Unlike the twenty three birds he blasted out of the sky today.”
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Come back tomorrow as chapter 15 continues, unless you’d rather read it now 😀
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