Five of Pentacles: Creative Journal Entry 6

Creative Journal Entry #6
Tarot Deck- Gothic Tarot of Vampires
Tarot Card- Five of Pentacles

High above a bustling city there was a church of interests, all of its sides covered with open mouthed gargoyles; monsters from the worst nightmares, screaming and roaring down at a city that paid them no mind.
It was storming the night Alessandro died. No lightning, no thunder interrupted the continuous pounding of the water on the ground, nothing to interrupt the darkness that emerged from Julius’s merciless eyes as he starred down at his brother.
“Oh, how the tables have turned, hmm, Alessandro?” Julius purred
softly, his pale eyes glittering in the intermittent strips of moonlight that filtered through the dark roiling clouds as he perched at the edge of the cathedral, looking down at his older brother who dangled by his fingertips.
Beside him snarling gargoyles vomited silvery water into basins below them, their stone ears deaf to the scene going on beside them and their blank eyes staring down at the hurrying civilians below.
“Brother! Good, kind, sweet brother,” Alessandro gasped. “You must help me!”
“The rain makes the stone quite slippery, does it not?” Julius asked in a conversational manner as rain pattered against his bare, scarred back and the top of his head, slicking the ebony locks down his neck and shoulders, raindrops slid down his back, following the boney protrusion of his spine down to the stone beneath him.
“Mother would want you to help me, little brother!” Alessandro shrieked, trying to get a better hold on the slick stone.
“Mother is very dead, Alessandro, and we don’t go to heaven… we don’t have souls, remember?” Julius said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
Alessandro, who was looking like he could climb back up onto the cold, wet, did not reply. Julius watched his older brother struggle with narrow, emotionless eyes then pulled out a small, silver dagger from the sheath on his calf and sliced open the back of Alessandro’s right hand.
The fair haired vampire screamed, his pale blue eyes flying wide as the hand that was bleeding fell from the ledge, now he dangled only by the fingers of the left hand.
Drop of crimson blood fell from his hand and fell through the air, mingling with the rain drops and eventually hitting the ground with a soft thud, unnoticed by mortals who hurried to get out of the driving rain that did not seem to bother the two vampires above them.
“You aren’t listening, Alessandro,” Julius said softly, as if speaking to an impatient child who had woken from the nightmare and wanted the boogeyman killed right now.
Julius sighed gently, laying the edge of the bloody dagger on Alessandro’s fingers, the rain that hit the blade, making the deep crimson blood turn a pale, watery pink and slide away from the steel onto the stone and then was washed away. Alessandro’s eyes immediately locked onto his little brother, trembling so hard he looked like a frail leaf at the edge of autumn.
“Don’t you want to know why I’m doing this?” Julius asked with a small, content smirk.
“You’re a monster!” Alessandro sobbed, tears mingling with the rain as they poured down his face.
“That’s possible… but if I am a monster, then you are the bigger monster,” Julius said, looking down at his fair haired brother a little sadly.
Alessandro just sobbed softly and Julius looked over at the rain slicked city, the moon filtered to the ground and buildings briefly through the flowing clouds- pale, silvery light streaming in through the shining crystal windows of the city below the two brothers.
“This place is beautiful,” Julius said softly, sadly, watching golden lights flicker on and off like many blinking eyes as he watched his brother’s execution.
“Why, brother? Why are you doing this?” Alessandro gasped, tears reddening his eyes.
“The queen commands it,” Julius murmured then sliced the pale flesh from his brothers fingers. A scream of pain erupted from Alessandro’s throat, echoing out through the turrets and towers of the church, only to be lost in the din of the muttering cars below.
As the elder vampire fell he saw his brothers face one last time, covered in rain water and watching him flail through the air. Then the moon came out and beams of pale light lit up the dark haired vampires face, filling it with an unearthly glow as tears slid from his eyes and down his sunken cheeks.
“Good Bye, brother,” Julius whispered.
Alessandro took a deep breath and let out a blood curdling scream as he fell through the wet air, the moonlight flashing in his eyes as he plummeted to the unyielding concrete below.
Julius stood, pushing a limp lock of soaked hair from his face. Watching as his brother fell and people pointed up at his falling form, screaming in mingled horror and excitement. Julius barred his teeth slightly at the crowds and then turned walking away.
The gargoyles that had watched the murder happen continued to cry rain water tears, and water continued to issue from their mouths in foaming, white streams, plummeting a few feet before falling into stone basins that led to the cities sewers.