Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 7

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Chapter 7 of Blood Borne Connections below – Thank you for all your support, Gladys

 

Chapter 7

 

They had tried to kick the door down with their feet. They had tried to force it open with a battering ram. The door refused to budge. It refused them access to the man inside and to what they feared was his dying or dead wife.

The negotiator had failed to establish contact because Nigel McKenna would not answer the phone. Outside, the police, the paramedics and the firemen waited.

 

Inside, Nigel McKenna sat hidden under his protective fort. He had seen a UFO program once (more a cartoon than a program) that had informed him how to protect himself in the event of a possible alien invasion and abduction. In the program he had learned that aliens were able to locate humans using certain radio-like technology but blue material blocked their transmissions (the program was also geared more towards children than adults). Fascinated, he had watched as the silver aliens sent radio waves from their spaceship to earth and some of the caricature humans were captured whilst the smart caricature humans who had hidden under blue blankets were saved. Nigel, being smart, had pulled down all the blue curtains from the living room and draped them over two chairs. He sat under his makeshift tent and waited to be rescued. He had heard the police banging on his door but he didn’t trust them, they could be alien-possessed and would try to change him into one of them. There was only one person who was loyal and whom he trusted. He thought of her and cried as he rocked backwards and forwards. “Dorothy,” he whispered over and over again.

***

“Why would you think that I killed my husband?” Dorothy asked Julius. She had a comical, perplexed expression on her face as she stared at him.

“You said that you got up early to kill your husband and then you came in to work. You said that there was so much blood.”

“So much blood! Did I really say that?”

“Yes, you did. We were coming up the stairs when you-”

“Oh yes, I remember. I had a lot on my mind.” She looked at him and offered no further explanation.

***

 

Juanita Ortega looked at her wristwatch and moved towards the people on the street in front of Dorothy’s house. Dorothy’s words were still directing her as they had done since Nigel had started screaming.

 

“He will wake up at about 6am and break wind. He always does that. It may take a few minutes for him to see the knife, he may pass out after that or he may not. If he does pass out it won’t be for more than ten minutes. He’ll eventually see the room and what I’ve done and will start to scream. Wait for five minutes after the screaming starts then dial 911. Go and stand on the curb with the other neighbors and people who will have gathered there and wait for the officers to come. While you wait, tell someone in the crowd that someone else had said that Nigel might be armed. You can bet that before the police show up everyone will believe that Nigel has a gun and is prepared to use it.”

 

Juanita stood on the curb and watched with the other neighbors as the police tried to force their way into Dorothy’s house.

 

“Mr. McKenna, open the door! We need to check on your wife! Open the door!” Detective Kowalski shouted.

“They took her! The aliens took Dorothy!”

“Mr. McKenna, open the door now!”

 

“When it becomes apparent that he won’t let anyone in tell the police that you have a key to open the metal security gate at the back of the house. Be calm when you talk to the police. Don’t forget to mention how he drinks and takes drugs and he often shouts abuse at me and the reason you hadn’t said anything before was because you figured that it was just another day of him doing what he always does.”

 

“Excuse me, officer, my name is Juanita Ortega and I live next door. I have a key to the gate at the back . . .”

 

“Remember, Juanita, stay calm and stick to script.”

 

“Detective Kowalski, Sir, a neighbor has just said that she has a key to open the gate at the back door. She is friendly with Mrs. McKenna and they both exchanged keys in case of an emergency. She has gone to get the key, Sir.”

 

They unlocked the reinforced metal security gate and gently swung it open, cautious not to make any noise and spook Nigel McKenna. They moved in precision as one unit, each watching for directions from the others. Guns were held abreast; ready to be used if needed.

“Police, do not move! This is the police!”

“Stay where you are! Don’t move!”

Nigel saw the guns pointed at him; he saw men in bullet proof jackets running around calling out for Dorothy. ‘Don’t they know that she has been taken? How can they not know?’ He wondered, as he remained protected under the blue curtains.

 

“By the time they get to him he will be out of his mind and showing signs of delusion, aggression and hostility. I’ve seen him like that before so I know what the police will see. After they take him away they may call on you to give a statement. Remain calm and tell them the truth about his drug use and drinking, Juanita, that’s all I need you to do. He will do the rest. He will nail his own coffin shut.”

 

Nigel was like an enraged bull. The police had removed his blue protection; they had mindlessly just pulled it off the chairs and thrown it on the floor, leaving him exposed. He swung punches at the officers and he kicked out as hard as he could. He screamed and screamed as officers restrained him and a man with a syringe tried to inject him with what looked like silver alien-liquid.

“Mr. McKenna, where is your wife, where is Dorothy?” Kowalski asked him.

 “They took Dorothy, the aliens took her. She’s dead! You hear me? Look at the blood on the bed, she’s dead!” Nigel screamed. He struggled and fought against the police officers who restrained him.

“Keep him still,” O’Hara told the officers as he injected Nigel with the sedative.

Nigel saw the silver alien-liquid going into his arm and screamed. Before he slipped into unconsciousness he bit one officer’s hand and punched another officer in the face.

“Book him for double assault and if we don’t find his wife add possible murder onto the list!” Kowalski shouted.

 

 

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Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 5

Two Plants

Chapter 5

 

Julius gently picked up his sleeping son and placed him in the crib next to the bed. He quickly glanced at his wife to make sure he had not disturbed her. She was still asleep. He looked down at his son as he slept with one tiny hand rested against his cheek. Julius wondered at the human heart and its propensity, how it could grow to accommodate more love as and when required. He loved this child more than he could have ever fathomed. He touched his son’s hand with his finger and marveled at how his son instantly wrapped his tiny hand around his finger even as he slept. His heart fluttered at what he perceived to be a smile from his son. ‘He knows that I love him’, he thought as he caressed his tiny cheek. “I will always love you, Tyrone,” he whispered as he bent and kissed his son’s cheek.

“I guess it’s going to be Tyrone, then,” Cara said softly as she looked at him, “my dad will be pleased we’ve given his first grandson his name, Tyrone Julius Kempton, I like the sound of that.”

He looked at her and smiled, as always she stirred his heart and took his breath away. “I love you, Mrs. Kempton.”

“I love you too, Julius Maxwell Kempton,” she smiled at him as she stifled a yawn and started to sit up.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting up-”

“Oh no you’re not, the nurse said that you need to rest.” He took off his jacket, hid his gun in the pocket, kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bed and pulled her gently against him.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you rest, close your eyes-”

“Maxwell-”

“Close your eyes, you need to rest.”

“But I’m not really that tired.” She buried her face in his chest as she yawned.

“Baby, I can feel you yawning.”

“How can you feel someone yawning?” She yawned again.

He yawned, “You’re using up all the oxygen in the room and you’re making me yawn as well.”

She wrapped her arms around him, “Talk to me so that I can fall asleep.”

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Like what?”

“Ummm, like the sound of my voice sends you to sleep.”

“The sound of your voice makes my senses tingle, it is sexy and soothing; your voice is like a silky kiss on a beautiful summer day and a luxuriously warm drink on a cold winter night.”

“Of all the women in the world I had to fall in love with a beautiful journalist who writes poetry. I remember the first night I saw you, there was this confidence about you, and this inner beauty that I knew I wanted to be in my life.” He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling.

“I’m listening,” she whispered.

“Remember the first, second and third time I asked you to marry me and you turned me down?”

She nodded.

“The day you agreed to marry me was one of . . .”

***

The neighbors heard the screaming, the sound of breaking glass and the banging of a hammer. Juanita Ortega lived in the house next door. She heard the sound of fear and she smiled. As instructed, she waited for five minutes then dialed 911. She told the female operator who answered her call to send the police, paramedics and a fire truck because she didn’t know what the problem was but it sounded like someone was being murdered and she could smell smoke. She couldn’t really smell smoke but she knew that this was the only way to get an immediate response. Last week when a young neighborhood girl had been knocked off her bike by a joy-rider, the police and paramedics had been called and it took them twenty-seven minutes to turn up. The fact that the nearest police station was two blocks away and the local hospital was three blocks away made a mockery of the motto ‘Protect and Serve’. Juanita took the latch off the door and went out onto the street where some of the other neighbors had already gathered. No one had made the attempt to get into the house. Then again no one wanted to be accused of breaking-and-entering. A man on Fifth and Strasberg, which was five blocks away, heading in the direction of Pomona, had forcibly gained entrance into the apartment of a female neighbor when he had heard her screaming for help one night. He had kicked the front door open and rushed in swinging a baseball bat in front of him. He saw the assailant beating the woman up and immediately swung at him with the bat. He fractured two of the man’s ribs and knocked out one of his teeth. He was only trying to be a good neighbor but for his reward he was arrested for assault and given a suspended sentence. He lost his job while he was being held in custody and his marriage fell apart because the perpetrator’s lawyer had insinuated the hint of a possible affair between the hero and the victim. The perpetrator who had broken into the woman’s house to rob and kill her, however, spent two weeks in a private hospital and then walked free. There had been a public outcry, people protested at the injustice done to the hero who had only tried to help a neighbor but he didn’t get his job back and his wife moved out of state.

 

People stood outside the house and waited for the law enforcers and paramedics to come. No one made an attempt to get into the house. No one wanted to be a hero.

Inside the house, Nigel McKenna was in a deep state of drug-induced madness. He saw aliens everywhere he looked and, as a result, he ran around breaking things, cussing and screaming that he would kill them. He saw their twisted silver faces in the mirrors on the walls, so he broke the mirrors. He saw their shiny eyes staring at him from the TV screen, so he smashed the TV. He had to destroy them before they destroyed him. They had taken Dorothy and he would not let them take him.

 

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Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 2

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Chapter 2  

 

Julius Maxwell Kempton (formally Kempalos) sat at the back of the room and watched the ongoing initiation ceremony behind his dark sunglasses. He didn’t want to be here but in order to live a large portion of his life the way he wanted, ‘in private’, his grandfather, Don Kempalos, had insisted that Julius maintain a certain level of visibility within the organization. His grandfather controlled a number of shipping ports, families and companies in America and Sicily. He was a ‘man of honor’, a descendant of ‘men of honor’ and he was adamant that his grandson would succeed him, despite his grandson’s objections. From where he sat, Julius could see various family heads seated around his grandfather. These elegantly dressed men seemed to conceal Don Kempalos with their bodies. An outsider looking in would never have guessed that the slight, quietly dressed man was in fact the boss of bosses. Julius knew that these men would give their lives for his grandfather without a second thought. Loyalty and respect were things that kept the organization strong. The secret vow of silence, Omertà, which all the members had to take, kept the organization hidden.

 

Julius watched as the four new members were questioned one by one. He knew that their commitment to the organization had already been checked and tested out before this ceremony and this questioning, though just a formality, was also an open declaration to all the other men in the room that they would not betray the organization also known as the Mafia or Cosa Nostra. To betray it would mean death.

Salvador ‘bulldog’ Bertolino, a family head from Nevada, stood up and walked to the center of the room. He had an ornamental knife in his right hand, which he held up so that everyone in the room could see. The four men stood up and walked towards him, they stood respectfully in a line in front of him, each with their right hand held up, and their eyes cast on the ground. Salvador studied the men, pride shone in his eyes as he turned to the spectators. “Gentlemen, it is 3 o’clock in the morning and we have forsaken our beds, our wives and our businesses because of the importance of this ceremony. So I call upon everyone in this room to witness this today,” Salvador paused for effect as he looked around the room at the men who sat watching him. Some he eyeballed; others he glanced at. “These men have chosen to become one of us, ‘men of honor’, men who will uphold a custom and a duty as our forefathers upheld. We all know the story of Don Kempalos’ grandfather and his father who returned to Sicily from Spain with much wealth. Don Kempalos’ father was a governor in Sicily, a true ‘man of honor’, who helped the people and protected them from the corruption that surrounded them and polluted their land. Today we are here in America as citizens, offering protection to our people here just like our forefathers offered to their people. Not only do we offer protection, we now control a number of politicians, judges and police officers; we control the drugs and the guns, we give loans to people who the banks ignore; we are the peoples’ people!” A number of men cheered in agreement. “We are strong and we have survived for many years because of our blood borne connections. Today these four men will become a part of us, connected by blood.” He cut a line on the palm of each man’s right hand with the knife and told each man to hold his hand above his head so that the blood would flow freely from the cut. One of Don Kempalos’ men pulled a life-size statue of a saint to the middle of the room. The statue was smeared with the dried blood of hundreds of men. The four men were instructed to place their bleeding hand on the saint and repeat an oath after Salvador. As they repeated the words Julius felt as though he was transported back in time to when he was sixteen and his brother, Johnatus, was only thirteen . . .

Their grandfather was the one who cut the palm of their right hands that night. The ceremony was witnessed by a few trusted men. As he placed his hand on the statue of the saint and repeated the words his grandfather spoke, Julius knew in his heart that he would never be committed to the organization. He only did it to protect his father and mother from his grandfather.

 

Don Kempalos was a man who got what he wanted and he had told Julius that if he didn’t take part in the initiation ceremony and declare his loyalty to the organization, his parents would pay the price. Julius knew that his grandfather was a ruthless man and would carry out the threat. For years now, he suspected that to his grandfather, love was not a feeling – in fact it was a word devoid of any feeling. He knew that his grandfather loved his son, Julius’ father, Antonio, very much and that was a fact, but he also knew that he would use Antonio to get what he wanted from his grandson and this fact did not interfere with his feelings.

The truth of the matter was that Don Kempalos did not have much use for Antonio, who suffered from several mental ailments after his return from the Second World War. Back then, in Sicily, they didn’t really have a name for what Antonio suffered from and men like him were hidden behind family wealth or a family name. If they didn’t have either of these, they were simply forgotten, rejected and labelled as ‘lunatics’ or ‘mad men’.

 

When Julius was younger his grandfather would systematically threaten him – he would take him out onto the streets of California and show him men who had fought in the Second World War, like Antonio, and who also had mental problems. He made a great show of telling him how these men who society had forgotten now resided in cardboard boxes with supermarket carts containing their worldly possessions, parked on the curb of their residence. He told Julius that Antonio would join these men if Julius didn’t obey him. Then he would take Julius to Mama Luigi’s for ice cream.

 

You see Don Kempalos needed a strong-minded person to succeed him and the only person in his sights was loyal, strong-willed Julius. From an early age, Don Kempalos had discovered just how loyal and quick minded his grandson was. When Julius was very young and they all still lived in Sicily, one of Antonio’s ailments was chronic mental fatigue, which exhibited itself in forgetfulness, fear of loud noises and the sudden onset of severe panic attacks. At one point, Antonio didn’t remember what year it was and often thought that he was still fighting on the battlefield. During his many ‘flashbacks’ he was often prone to violence and the only thing that would calm him down was a window. For some strange reason, no matter how violent he got, once he was placed next to a window he would calm down. He especially loved the large bay windows on the first floor of their Sicilian home that afforded a view of the succulent Sicilian valley, spread below it like a carpet, and would sit by them for hours on end just staring out, as if caught up in a trance. Don Kempalos could not tolerate this from his only child and commissioned a doctor to treat him. As part of Antonio’s treatment by this somewhat questionable psychiatrist he was put on a ‘new’ mind-regression therapy. This meant that he had to mentally go back in time and face his demons on and off the battlefield. This also meant that outside of his sessions with the psychiatrist he had to believe that he was still living in the 1940s.

 

Young, loyal, strong-willed Julius, took it upon himself to read articles from old newspapers to maintain the charade although he could barely read. Julius persuaded his mother, Maria, to help and managed to convince her that it would make Antonio better faster. What he didn’t tell his mother was that his grandfather had told him that, if he didn’t lie to his father, he would put his father in a room with no windows and his father would have an episode of violent madness and die in this room. After his father had died, his grandfather had said he would throw his widowed mother out onto the streets, somewhere where her own family would never find her and she would die. So from a very young age, Julius had lived a lie to keep his father alive and his mother safe – a thing that over twenty years later, he was still doing.

 

. . . Men cheered and clapped as they welcomed the newest members into their fold. Their voices brought Julius back to the present. The ceremony was over and the four men were now ‘made men’. They were now officially members of the organization. Two large doors were opened into the adjourning room, revealing tables laden with food and drinks. All the men moved towards the adjoining room. Julius greeted a number of men as he walked past them. He felt someone grab his arm and turned.

“Julius, you look good, son,” Salvador Bertolino said as he embraced Julius.

“Thank you, you look good too. Have you lost some weight? You look like you have.”

“You noticed, huh? You’re the only one who noticed. I started going to this new place that opened in Nevada, ‘Gym-Fit’ they call it. I call it ‘hell in a hole’. I even got myself someone to show me how to use the fancy equipment and work out with me. Can you believe that the dumb schmuck wanted me to pay him for his services each time? He looked at me like I was some dinosaur and said that this was the 1980s and people were paying personal fitness trainers all over the country. Well you know me, I couldn’t resist, I showed him my Smith & Wesson and said to him, ‘how’s about I pay you by letting you keep your life, schmuck’.”

“I bet he’s paying you now, Uncle Sal,” Julius laughed.

“With the money those people make per session! You bet he is, Julius, you bet he is,” Salvador roared and laughed with Julius as they walked into the room.

“Salute! Salute!” Men said all around the room as they raised their glasses.

 

After about thirty minutes of talking and being visible, Julius walked over to his grandfather and told him privately that he was going to leave.

“I need a word with you before you go,” Don Kempalos told him and walked to a quiet corner of the room. Julius followed him. “What is this I hear about you having a pregnant girlfriend who will soon give birth? Why have I not been informed about this before now and by you?”

Julius froze, his heart pounded, “I, umm . . . I-”

“You are going to have a child and you didn’t tell me?”

“Who told you?”

“Does it matter who told me?”

“Yes, it matters.”

“Your brother told me. He thinks that he can score points with me by telling me other people’s secrets. Usually I patronize him: I listen, I comment then forget Johnatus and his stories. But this one, this one, Julius, is one that I needed to find out the truth about for myself. I told him to send some guys to the hospital to see if it’s true. He said he didn’t know which hospital it was.”

“What?”

“This child will be my great grandchild, my future and your heir. So tell me, is it true?”

“My private life is off limits, remember. I have done everything you have asked me to do over the years because of my parents. If and when I have children I will not let you have any contact with them, Don Kempalos.”

“Why do you insist on calling me ‘Don Kempalos’ or refer to me as ‘The Old Man’? Why do you never call me grandfather like your brother? What’s the matter with you, Julius?” He reached out and touched his grandson’s arm then quickly withdrew his hand when he felt the familiar flinch and saw his grandson take a step back from him.

“What’s the matter with me? You’re asking me, what’s the matter with me?”

“It’s a simple question, what’s the matter with you? I have given you everything, Julius-”

“No, you have taken everything! You want to know why I don’t call you grandfather to your face? You stopped being my grandfather when you threatened the life of my father, when you told me that you would harm my mother. If and when I have children, they will not be a part of your life, Don Kempalos, because they were never a part of the deal,” Julius told him then turned and walked away.

One of Don Kempalos’ bodyguards sensed something was wrong and walked towards Julius as if to stop him, but Don Kempalos quickly raised a hand and his bodyguard hung back. As Don Kempalos watched Julius leave the room, he hated the stab of pain he felt at his grandson’s rejection. Love was a word to him that was devoid of any feelings, except for the feelings he had for Julius.

 

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Dorothy – My husband and Tatiana

Dorothy – I stood looking down at my sleeping husband with a knife in my hand ready to plunge it into his chest and kill him!

I have been asked to talk about my relationship with Tatiana, a fifteen year old girl who was taken from an orphanage in Czechoslovakia to America. She and the four other girls ended up in a brothel in Los Angeles where they were raped, abused and forced to take drugs. To talk about Tatiana would be to tell you how I came to know her and that would mean to tell you the truth about my husband Nigel and how he paid money to the men holding Tatiana and the other girls so that he could sleep with them in the dirty, smelly back toilets of seedy ‘Singles’ bars – blood money I call it.

I married Nigel when I was still a naive young girl full of thoughts of romance that I had gleaned from romantic novels, movies and the lives of other people. You have to understand, I grew up in an orphanage in Arizona with no family to my name that I knew of. I so desperately wanted love, affection and a family that I could call my own and in my ‘quick fix’ I ended up with Nigel. He told me he was a medical student and he was always short of money because of his many college expenses. I worked as a waitress while I studied to become a nurse so I would help him here and there. A fifty dollar loan soon turned into three hundred dollars and that into a thousand dollars and more. He would be as sweet as pie when he asked to borrow money and I felt . . .  needed. It’s funny how I was looking to be loved but ended up settling for being needed.

Note to everyone reading this: Never settle for anything – If you’re looking to be loved then continue on your journey until you find ‘real’ love!

Within the first few weeks of my marriage I found out that Nigel wasn’t in medical school, had never been thrown out of medical school, had never been to medical school and had no intention of going to medical school. He had lied, and he continued to lie throughout our marriage. I ended up paying for everything (I should have guessed how things would be when I ended up paying for my engagement ring and our wedding rings –  after the first month of our marriage he never wore his wedding ring).

In darkness the smallest light can always be seen –  The phone call which changed my life came on a day that was just like any other day  in my lonely, painful, miserable life that had not been kind to me as Nigel’s wife. In fact if I’m honest, in my attempt at rebellion, I wasn’t going to pick up the receiver because I was running late and assumed that the call was for Nigel who had slapped me that morning for making his coffee too hot. But, something made me stop heading for the door, go back and pick it up. The small, strong, scared, foreign sounding childish female voice that said “Hello”, several times, arrested me, I thought that she had the wrong number and was just about to tell her so when she asked if I was Nigel’s wife and told me to listen as the men watching her were waiting outside the office she was in and were only allowing her to use the phone to ask Nigel to bring more money when he came that night. She had one phone call and she called me! She told me things that made me sick, she told me that . . . she told me that Nigel had tried to kill me . . . and she told me how . . . . ummm . . . I . . . ummm . . .

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