Summerwine.

Here I go.Another story!!


''She was angry ,confused, frustrated. The spate of murders was bizarre. And inexplicable. She paced up and down in the room, her brows knitted ,no answers. It was very strange. This wasn’t helping, she called for a van, her assistant she had to do something ,anything. The van, the man were both there within minutes. She got in ,took the wheel and drove to the city’s poshest area…the murders had taken place there. It was quiet ,green ,luxurious, sleek cars drove silently. A sprinkling of people were taking their evening walks, it was an oasis of rich peace. A very unlikely place for a murder.

She debated on her course of action, and she decided. She would visit the home of the latest victim, maybe she would get a clue. She rang the ornate bell, the door swung open , a young boy stood there. ‘Hello, are your parents at home /?’.He asked ‘Are you from the press?’ ‘No, the police. I would like to speak with them’ A man ,fat ,wearing kurta pajamas ,bloodshed eyes walked in ‘ We have nothing more to say. Our daughter is dead. You people have asked enough questions, taken our statements, what is left to add? Please go away’ She turned on her charm ‘I am Simran Singh, S.P, the case has been given to my dept. I just need some information. A few details. I will not disturb you Sir, its just that we are getting no clues. Seven girls murdered ,no weapons, no injuries ,no reasons. If you could help….’

She stopped abruptly ,the man was coming to her brandishing a pen. He reached her ,waved the pen ,and rather hurtfully marked two red dots on her neck ‘That’s all, nothing more, now for Gods sake go’ He almost slammed the door in her face. She left . Red marks. The report hadn’t mentioned that, or had she overlooked it?. She told the driver and her assistant to leave ,they quite happily did, she drove to a tiny café. Ordered a coffee, waited.

Simran remembered the red marks from a long time ago. From her childhood. Her father ,her uncle, the constant changes of towns and homes, schools. Her mothers frightened face, her fathers sullen one. Their arguments. ‘Why cant you accept the truth Kitty? We are like this. We cant change ever.’ Kitty ,her pretty ,petite mother crying softly ‘But I love you. We have a child, you must try, for her sake at least.’ A few extended periods of peace ,till her uncle turned up. Then the fights again. Uncle Sevvy saying ‘Come on Kitty, this is stupid. No one is forcing you. Let us be’ Kitty’s refusals, arguments ‘Its bad for the child. ’Sevvys’ cruel laugh ‘Don’t be stupid. Its in her blood, she is one of us. How long can you deny that’ Kitty’s refusal to accept, and then her untimely death. Yes, she remembered. Simran lived with her father for five more years, then he disappeared, and she went to live with her maternal grandparents. A nice ,normal ,comfortable life. She finished university and joined the police. Now she was a high ranking official.

She knew he would come ,he did. He sat down ,lit a cheroot, asked ‘Hi Simi. What do you think you are doing?’ She didn’t reply. She waited. He also stubbornly waited. His cheroot fogged the small café. Finally she asked ‘ What’s going on? I thought I would never see you again’ He waved his cheroot ‘What is the problem? I am your uncle, ….why are you angry?’ She smiled sarcastically ‘ My uncle ? You killed my mother, just get out. And what are you doing here/?’ He smiled ‘I never killed Kitty, you know that….’She lost her temper suddenly ,violently ‘Get out before I arrest you..’ She choked on the last words. He sneered ‘Arrest me? For what? I didn’t kill those girls..’

Simran left in a towering rage. She drove home ,she poured a glass of red wine for herself. She chain smoked ‘Liar, he killed all those innocents. I hate him. I hate them all.’ She sobbed ‘I hate myself too…’ Night shadows were falling, Simran had to go, she had to kill, she needed the drink…..the vampire left. And the vampire killed, it needed to quench its thirst. And the vampire would forget about it in the morning….Or rather it would remember ,but prefer forgetfulness….she hated the vampire , it was in her blood, her ancestry, she had to live with it, it was her…she killed the girls, and she chose to forget. It was better that way….