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Episode 45

March 4, 2009

Meanwhile in the Mid-Atlantic…

Night has fallen, and Rentwich waits alone for someone or something to emerge from the vampire’s burrow. There is no noise save the splashing of waves against the islet’s rocky shore. But just below that… could it be… footsteps?

Rentwich B: “Don’t worry, he’ll be ok.”

(Production note: For the purposes of clarity, the original Rentwich and Gordnauld shall be referred to by their names, followed by the letter A. The mysterious Rentwich and Gordnauld doppelgangers, who have just arrived on the islet by yacht, will have a B appended to their names.)

Rentwich A is shocked to come face-to-face with a man identical to him in every way.

Rentwich B: “Or… as ok as any man can be, after being… down there.”

Rentwich A: “Who are you!?”

Rentwich B: “I am Rentwich.” (Production note: He is Rentwich B.)

Rentwich A: “That’s impossible. The only man to carry the name Rentwich is me – I’ve Googled my name and the only results were the poorly-spelled rantings of disgruntled tenants.”

Rentwich B: “But that wasn’t always true… your father was also called Rentwich… until-”

Rentwich A gasps!

Rentwich A: “I’ve never told anyone that story!… How could you have known?”

Before Rentwich B can answer, there is a stirring in the vampire’s burrow, and a dark figure surfaces.

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Episode 43

March 2, 2009

Meanwhile in the Mid-Atlantic…

The boulder had shifted after a steady effort, revealing a burrow that delved not only beneath the islet – it seemed to Gordnauld – but also out of the realms of normality. Taking his cue from Rentwich, he had begun to regularly note the diminishing sunset. The darkness of the hole seems to issue forth, latching onto all surfaces, devouring each and every distinguishing feature.

Rentwich: “You have to go alone.”

Somehow Gordnauld had known those words would come next. He could protest, or ask for an explanation, but the light is dwindling and with it the power of Reason over that primeval, marrow-deep knowledge that nightmares have always walked amongst us.

From his jacket he removes a short stump of jagged driftwood. His earlier idea that it, and others like it, could be used to build a fire now seems hopelessly irrelevant. The stake, now in hand, has only one inescapable purpose – It must be driven through the heart of the thing called Flandly Overture.

On the yacht, the two observers are silent. They seem to know the deepest thoughts of the hunters on the islet – and perhaps they do for, in the dim light of the ship’s electronic displays, we see that the pair look identical to Rentwich and Gordnauld!

Episode 41

February 28, 2009

Meanwhile in the Mid-Atlantic…

The sun has almost set on the islet, with Rentwich and Gordnauld no closer to finding the mysterious Flandly Overture. Unbeknownst to either of them, in the growing darkness of the surrounding waters, a small yacht approaches. On the deck two men observe the activity on the island.

The younger man: “Did they find it yet?”

The elder man: “No.”

The elder lowers his binoculars and turns to his companion.

The elder man: “I think they need a little help…”

Back on the islet, Gordnauld is losing patience.

Gordnauld: “Come on Rentwich, there’s nothing here! We should find shelter and get some rest.”

Rentwich: “Rest!? You wanna try basting your neck with butter while you’re at it? I heard fennel goes well with B negative, maybe we should throw a litt-”

Gordnauld: “Wait!… Did you see that?”

Rentwich turns to look at the boulder that has inexplicably caught the other’s attention.

On the yacht, the elder man has just flicked off a tight-beam torch.

The elder man: “Now… we wait.”

Episode 39

February 26, 2009

Meanwhile, in the Mid-Atlantic…

Reluctantly, Gordnauld has joined Rentwich for a search of the islet. The former would be happy to find some fresh water, or food, whereas the latter seeks only the unholy lair of the living dead.

Rentwich: “Gordnauld, there’s something I’d like you to do for me… In case, I don’t make it off this island alive.”

Gordnauld: “Don’t talk like that Rentwich. You’ve found your way out of tougher scrapes than this one.”

Rentwich: “Maybe, but even so… I’d like you to pass on a message to someone for me. In the event that I…”

Gordnauld eyes his old friend and mentor. He owes him this much.

Gordnauld: “Tell me.”

Rentwich: “There’s something I’d like you to tell Levillia.”

Gordnauld: “My mother?”

Rentwich: “Yes. I want you to tell her, that for as long as I’ve known her, I’ve… lusted for her.”

Gordnauld: “AAAH! What? No! You tell her! No, wait – don’t tell her. Just… God! Let’s just find your God-damned vampire!”

Rentwich: “Please Gordnauld. This is my last wish… Tell her, tell her that night in Singapore was more than just a hot torrid adult situation to me. I often think of how she moved her-”

Gordnauld: “Nyeeeeeargh!!! Stop! Why would you say that? Why? Why aren’t you talking about vampires? This island is practically infested with them, right? We need to dig ’em up and stake ’em before sunset! Right? Right?

Rentwich turns from the agitated young man to watch the sun, now low in the sky, casting it’s shimmering pools over the calm Atlantic waters. Whether human or otherwise, something on this island – Rentwich thinks – will not see another day pass.

Rentwich: “Tell her, my only regret in life is not paying those contortionists to stay for another hour…. she’ll know what it means.”

Episode 37

February 24, 2009

Meanwhile in the Mid-Atlantic…

Gordnauld: “This is madness Rentwich. There’s no such thing as vampires!”

Rentwich: “It seems like only yesterday I said those same words to another man… the commanding officer of my first platoon in The War… I was fresh out of basic and green behind the ears. It was an unusually autumnal summer that-”

Gordnauld: “Stop telling war stories! Flandly Overture isn’t a vampire. He was just behaving strangely because he’s been trapped here so long.”

Rentwich: “Trapped here? Eating what? Drinking what? This is a lifeless rock Gordnauld. Without rain, nothing natural could live here longer than a week. Besides… there’s something you don’t know-”

Gordnauld: “Dontellawarstory.”

Rentwich: “-about The War.”

Gordnauld: “AAAAAH!”

Rentwich shakes his head. Gordnauld had to understand. They had only a few hours before sunset to find where the creature had buried itself – and with so little material of any sort on the rock, what hope had they of fashioning a stake?

Briefly, Rentwich is reminded of the old joke about the 4 foot butcher… but this is no times for laughs, as the only meat currently on the menu… is human. And this is one restaurant that you can’t get out of without paying the bill, unless of course, you pay… in blood.

And the only Michelin stars this place has, are those that come… in a body bag.

Episode 35

February 22, 2009

Meanwhile in the Mid-Atlantic…

Rentwich: “We’re not safe Gordnauld. There is something very dangerous here.”

Gordnauld (incredulously): “You don’t mean Flandly Overture?”

Rentwich: “What?”

Gordnauld: “Flandly. I met him last night. I went looking for him this morning but I’ve been all over the islet and there’s no trace of him.”

Rentwich: “You spoke to it? That doesn’t make sense…

Gordnauld: “It was strange alright… he showed up just when I dragged you out of the sea, and then disappeared again. Right before dawn.”

Rentwich: “Dawn! Of course. It had to avoid the sunlight, so it didn’t have time to feed. It doesn’t look like there’s any shade around…. it must be buried somewhere….. Think Gordnauld – did you see any patches of soil?”

Rentwich grabs hold of Gordnauld by the shoulders and shakes him vigorously.

Gordnauld, breaking free: “What in God’s name are you talking about Rentwich?”

Rentwich: “Nothing in God’s name Gordnauld… Nothing at all.”

Episode 33

February 20, 2009

Meanwhile in the Mid-Atlantic…

It is day, and Rentwich awakes on the jagged unforgiving rock of the black islet. From the first, he knows there is something terribly wrong. He tries to call out from a throat too dry to sound, and when he gathers the strength to look around he sees nothing. He is alone on a dead rock. And death is all around him, on the rock. And the rock itself is death. All around. On the rock.

Gordnauld: “You’re awake!”

Gordnauld approaches from further down the charcoal shoreline. Rentwich strains, but still can’t manage a response. Gordnauld produces a plastic bottle half-filled with grimy liquid.

Gornauld: “Here. Drink this. It’s rain water that collected in a small rock pool… I guess there was some sea water already in there, or maybe it splashed in after the rain water… Well… it’s possibly just sea water. Um, you want some?”

Rentwich swigs the water like a man who has met far-worse concoctions and lived to chug again. He grimaces and, his throat somewhat refreshed, he looks at Gornauld and speaks:

Rentwich: “Nosferatu!”

Episode 31

February 18, 2009

Meanwhile in the Mid-Atlantic…

Gordnauld drags Rentwich – still unconscious – out of the crashing waves, and collapses on the hard rocky surface of the uncharted islet. Bruised, bloodied and bereft of body heat, he blearily brings himself to behold the barren bump of basalt. Though the night is dark, with nothing but starlight to aid his reconnoiter, he can tell it is dead to all life.

Flandly Overture: “Welcome to my island. My name is Flandly Overture.”

Gordnauld screams, out of a mixture of surprise and of seeing the pale seemingly-disembodied face appear out of the darkness.

Gordnauld: “Um… I’m Gordnauld Fortuna, and this is my associate – Rentwich.”

Flandly bows a greeting. His eyes focusing, Gordnauld can now make out Flandly’s impressively well-kept black suit.

Flandly: “Well… it’s not often I have visitors here and I wouldn’t want to overcrowd you. You will need, after your journey, to refresh yourself by making your toilet. I trust we can get to know each other better in the near future.”

A particularly strong wave crashes noisily, and Flandly Overture is gone. Gornauld, now befuddled and bemuzed, looks out to sea where the first grey light of dawn is making itself known.

Episode 29

February 16, 2009

In the darkest night, two figures are battered by freezing Atlantic waves. Gordnauld, dragging an unconscious Rentwich behind him, swims towards a small black shape, occasionally visible on the horizon. Only moments before, he had rescued the other from the rapidly-sinking Fortuna Industries’ jet – a jet which had been sabotaged and then abandoned by their treacherous pilot.

Ahead, on the grim rock the pair are approaching, a lone figure watches their progress.

Episode 26

February 13, 2009

Flying back from Morocco in a Fortuna Industries’ jet, Gordnauld recalls the last conversation he had with his now comatosed father…

Stockon: “Sometimes Gordnauld, I think that all you really want in life is to have my approval. Maybe with that alone, you would have the quiet contentment that seemed to elude you throughout your youth.”

Gordnauld smiles at him.

Stockon: “You can’t imagine how disappointed that makes me feel.”

Gordnauld is shaken roughly out of his daydreams by Rentwich.

Rentwich: “Did you hear what I just said Gordnauld? We’re going to crash!”