CACIOUS & SAKARA by Jason Daniel Kowalczyk

CACIOUS & SAKARA: The Blood Companion Conclusion by Jason Daniel Kowalczyk

"The erotic nightmare gets a bit of humor tossed in the mix with Jason Daniel Kowalczyk's new volume of the Blood Companion Series."

You know Sakara as a key character in the story of "The Blood Companion," but you don't know the truth.

Now you will...

This is the real story of Sakara and how she fits in to the tales that Lelio began to tell you of. You will finally know the truth about Lelio Froste, as well as his beginning.

Along for the ride is the cursed Vampire, Cacious. This vampire has spent his time as a vampire slowly rotting, and he finally reveals what he knows of his curse. Our marble-shooting hero who has stayed in the background until now.

The 8th and final volume of the Blood Companion series will take you on a roller coaster ride that will come to a screeching halt. It will end in a way that you least expect. You may just want to hold your breath...

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Excerpt from “Cacious & Sakara” By Jason Daniel Kowalczyk

I finally fell into dreamland, but then I woke after a couple of hours as my hotel room was beginning to smell like a rotting corpse. I sat up in bed and saw him sitting in a chair at the little table in the corner. I must admit, I would have expected the room to smell far worse than it did, “Marbleton's Water Seal,” he blurted as if I had said it out loud, “Simon developed it to help with the smell.”

It was Cacious, the poor vampire that was cursed by rotting his way through his existence. He was wrapped like a mummy, but this mummy's wrappings were made of the silver fix-all, duct tape. He had even fashioned ears, eyelids, and a nose. He was wearing clothing over the duct tape, but it was still an odd sight. He had white hair that stood up in the air like he had received a massive electric shock. I did not feel that I was in danger; he looked at me as if he were curious. It took all of my control not to burst out in to laughter at the mere sight of him. An odd fellow, I was actually quite happy to get to speak to him.

“Cacious, I am guessing?” He nodded his reply. Unfortunately the duct tape wasn't good for facial features; he brought both hands to his face and used his fingers to move his duct-taped lips into a smile. “I have to ask, was anything, other than your condition, true in Lelio's book?”

He laughed outlandishly, “I do shoot marbles with a slingshot. I can take out a flea that is sitting on a cat’s ass a mile away. ” Cacious had an air of humor to him, he was surely not insane, he was just an oddball, and he was a vampire that was able to find the comical side in anything. “You do not need to explain anything that he put in there about you; I know it was just slap-chunk.”

“Slap-chunk?” An odd term, I actually giggled a bit as I got out of bed and sat at the other chair at the table. I had already gotten the coffee maker ready so that all I had to do was push the on-button so it would brew. I pushed the button and readied myself for what I figured would be a fun talk. “Slap-Chunk?”

“Lies,” he laughed. “Anyway, I help to keep an eye on things in this city, I was informed that you were here, and I was kind of sent to figure you out, but I already know what you are about.” I was a bit unnerved, but it was Cacious, and he obviously was not here to harm me. He could have killed me in my sleep, which would have been the only way this skinny thing would have been able to kill me. “So what did Lelio do to get you all pissed at him?”

“He is my brother,” oh, how his questioning gaze changed. Suddenly he was wondering if his impression of me was off by miles. “Calm down, I want to kill him. His father raped my mother, and I was the result...” I told him my story. I told him about my adopted father, my lineage, the story of the things Nicolae did, and how I made it here. “I may have Nicolae's blood in me, but I am trying to do something with my time on earth.”

He was speechless for a moment; he was thinking hard, I often wonder if there were marbles bouncing around in that duct-taped head of his when he thought. Oddly enough, I seemed to notice a grave look come over his face, which should have been impossible considering how his face was made up. “Things are becoming difficult in the city with Lelio. Especially after what he did last night…”

“I caught glimpses of you last night, which is how I knew where I could find you. I travel by rooftop all the time as I keep an eye on the city.” He paused as he tightened a strip of duct tape around his right index finger. “Lelio was extremely busy. After I found Roger in a helpless state, I went around the city in the hopes that I could find a reason to rip his head from his shoulders.

“I never found him, but I found two dead bodies that I am sure that he was the killer. The male will be most problematic, considering he was a shifter,” he noticed my questioning glare as I poured myself a cup of coffee, “werewolf. The shifter was a male; he was obviously attacking a woman while in his human form. The woman was murdered as well.”

“Cocky little bastard, isn't he?”

“That isn't even the worst of what he did. There is a hunter, Ariel, Lelio mentioned her in his writing.” Cacious pointed to my copy of Lelio's book on the nightstand. “He made her into a vampire,” He laughed at the sickened look on my face.

“Just to see if he could, just to torture her,” he nodded. His head tilted a bit to the right as he considered me. I closed my eyes and tried to reach over the distance between Lelio and I to see if I could find his jumbled mind somewhere in the city. I did not know if I could do it, but it is weird how the demon blood whispers hints in my mind.

I thought of the connection that I felt the first time I walked into that room where Lelio sat. I felt my brother's mind, I hoped when did find him that he would not be able to find my location. I concentrated on trying to lock up my mind while scratching around in his. I found what I was looking for; I began to speak to Cacious as I dug around.

“They did not head to the city in the vampire way, They took his Cadillac, which was much more comfortable to him than having wings sprout out of his back and take to the air. He wore a pair of jeans as well as a sport coat and a tie.” I opened my eyes to make sure he was listening, oddly enough, he was transfixed.

“He is not powerful enough to simply will myself up into the air and go wherever he pleases, like elder vampires might. Hope liked to hunt in the open and make it a game to lure her prey into the dark corners. Lelio preferred to hunt in the darkest of alleys, that way, he could do as he pleased and simply kill and move on about his business. He strolled along in the darkness, passing an addict here and a homeless man there. He scanned the minds of the few he passed in order to gauge their innocence or guilt; none of them were worth him extinguishing their life then and there. He passed evil, he passed dealers, and he hungers for innocent blood.

“Then he finally found the innocent soul that he so desperately needed to quench his undying thirst. He turned into a dead-end alley, and he found a man that was digging for food in a dumpster. Lelio strolled quietly up behind him; he started to pluck things out of his mind to know what he was doing here. He was so sure that this fool should die, that he did not even try to sneak up behind him, but he was too preoccupied to notice him.

“His name was Albert, he had been a self-published author, and now he picked his meals out of the dumpster. Lelio rushed forward and pinned him up against the metal. He struggled to free himself from his grasp but it was useless. Lelio again went into his mind; he was nothing but a psychic psychotic, Lelio was all the worst parts of his father, festering here on this earth. 'You are such an innocent soul; this should piss your God off.'

“Lelio grabbed the man's face and squeezed his jaw, purposely trying to hurt him; Lelio sank his fangs into Albert's neck, and drained against his innocent and frightened heart. The fear in him seemed to change the feeling of the blood he was taking into him. It was beautiful, and he almost wept when he could pull no more from the wound.

“Lelio bit into the tip of his tongue to use a small amount of his blood to heal away the puncture marks to ensure that there were no signs of the vampire left on this bastard.

“Lelio heaved Albert up and on top of the trash in the Dumpster and began to straighten his tie when he turned around see the exit to the alley being blocked by one beautiful individual. A very beautiful young woman was staring at him. She stood about his height, her blonde hair flowing over her shoulders. Her skin was very pale, but not as pale as one of his kin. Her blue eyes were fixed on him with such hatred that it almost knocked him to the ground. Once our eyes met, he knew her, she is known as the most feared vampire hunter that was in existence.

“Now, Ariel was standing a few hundred feet in front of him and she was in no mood for mere conversation at this moment. A mental strike was sent at him from Ariel, it hit him with such force that he slammed into the Dumpster, nearly folding it in half. He could hear the body within being squished in the act. Imagine being struck by a speeding car, that is what he felt come from Ariel, and it was all for him by her mind. This was a mortal woman with the mental strengths that most vampires could not achieve for centuries of life, or unlife if you want to be specific.

“Lelio was hurt, but he could feel his body already trying to heal him, but it was far off from being in the condition to battle this oddly powerful mortal woman. Ribs were broken, several vertebrae were shattered in his neck and back, and there was a gaping hole in the back of his head. He was on his hands and knees, crawling away from the Dumpster when he realized that she was now standing right above him with a crossbow in her grasp.

“Lelio could not get to his feet, he was way too hurt, and all he was able to do was get to his knees. He used his demon blood to muster enough strength to tackle her as she fired the crossbow. The shot missed and he sunk his demon fangs into her side. He was able to draw quickly, weaken her, and then he got the idea. He held her by her hair as he let his blood pour into her mouth. He thought it was funny, what he was doing to her. He was slightly unnerved though, he was not able to pull out her secrets, either way. Then he just left her there,” I was sickened by what I was able to pull from his mind. I was trying to figure out more, but I think he realized what I was doing, and his mind clammed up. “I think he figured out what I was doing. I cannot get any further from this way.”

“It is alright, I know what happens next, I found her,” Cacious pulled out a marble and began to bat it back and forth like a cat with a ball of yarn, “I stayed with her through the change. I told her how to find Valentino, and then I went to try and find him. He also killed that chick that he was sleeping with, Hope.”

“At least I was able to get that, I think he figured out what I was doing when I tried to figure out where he was as well.” I was sort of transfixed at the way he seemed to be getting annoyed as the marble would get away from him and roll to the floor, and then he would pull out another, and so on as we talked. “What in the world are you doing?”

“Sorry,” he chuckled as another marble rolled to the floor. “The marbles call to me, I just can't keep my hands off them. I am one with the marbles.”

I looked under the table to see about 40 marbles lying on the carpet. “Apparently not,” I couldn't help myself from laughing at him.

“I am not here for your entertainment,” Cacious seemed miffed. “Are you amused with my marbles? Am I funny to you? Do I amuse you; do you think I am here to make you laugh?” He could not even keep from laughing anymore. “Like so many others, you must be wondering how I have survived so long.”

“How long have you been around,” Cacious was surely an interesting character, I almost totally forgot about Lelio.

“To be honest, which I usually am not, I am not sure. I was around for the establishing of this city,” he shrugged his duct-tape covered shoulders. “It was a long time ago, in a land far away from here, before the invention of porn that I was born. Oops, I made a rhyme. Anyway, I guess it was not before the invention of porn, since they have even found dirty paintings in the homes of Egyptian elite.”

“Are you really sitting here, or am I actually still asleep,” it put me off now and then to see these eyes moving around under duct-taped eyelids. He reached up and pulled his white hair off of his head. It was Velcroed to his head. I could see the Velcro attached to his skull. “How do you keep that attached to your head?” I tried to stop myself from asking, but it was too late, I was afraid of the answer.

“Staples.”

I had to change the subject, “You said you watch over the city, how do you do it?”

“I saw you last night because I travel the tops of the building’s myself.” Again, he pulled a marble out of his pocket and began to bat it back and forth. “My smell tends to give my whereabouts away, so I tend to stay out of other creatures nostrils by staying above them. Jacob fitted me with a hearing accelerant made from part of a toothpick, chewing gum, and a cigarette filter. I can hear very well.”

“Jacob?” Once again, I just could not stop myself.

“One of my swarm.”

“Swarm?” Sooner or later I would have to train myself not to ask questions of this vampire without thinking first.

“Rats.”

“Okay, you were right; you don't tell the truth very often.” I was giggling when I said it.

“That isn't a lie. I don't know if they were an experiment, or born that way, they build things and invent things. Kinda like the little green guys from Fraggle Rock.”

“Toothpick, chewing gum, and a cigarette filter?”

“Hey, I don't understand it myself,” he looked directly in my eyes, “but I can take you to them if you need to see it to believe it.” I viewed his micro-expressions, his eyes stared off in the feelings quadrant then rolled over to visual conceptualization. In plane-Jane English, he was telling the truth.

“Now is not a good time, I need to take a look around the city.” I rose to my feet and began to dig out some clothes to wear. “You can see yourself out, but I do hope we can chat again soon.”

“We will, this was fun.”

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