Vampire hypnosis spell

Returning to his resting place, he stared at the corpse on its hastily
improvised bed and at the woman who was neither living nor dead. The
matter of the woman herself didn’t seem so urgent. If it wanted to,
the vampire that had gorged itself the previous night could hold off for an
interval of several days. What’s more, because the vampire knew what D
was capable of, the vampire wasn’t likely to make a casual call on his
victim. Despite the slim chances of attack, D had taken custody of her
because he’d surmised what would happen if she were to be summoned.

Victims who fell under a vampire’s spell came under a kind of long-range hypnosis and could unleash brutal attacks even on the people who were trying to protect them.

The most fearsome thing about this hypnotic state was the way it could
surpass the subconscious limits humans imposed on their own flesh. Trying
to hold down a victim thrashing about with the full power inherent in the
human body—roughly seven times their normal strength—was a difficult
task for a team of five men of like physiques. A graceful maiden shattering
the shinbone of a professional combatant wouldn’t even be considered news
on the Frontier. Before it came to such a struggle, those attending to the
victim would do their best to make merciless use of a stake. Those who
should be protecting them became their murderers—was that a tragedy or a
comedy?

But if that was the case, toward what end had D appropriated the
creature’s corpse? And what was the meaning of his weird conversation
with the countenanced carbuncle? The change came at exactly three Morning.
D’s eyes shone mysteriously. Without any extraneous action, the cadaver slowly raised its torso.

The dead body got up now and slipped off the table, its face alone
remaining set in the blank mask of death. But, for something with all its
internal organs extracted and a great subsidence in its abdomen, it possessed
a tenacious, even mysterious, vitality.
“Just as I thought,” D muttered.

The living corpse went to the jars and began a hair-raising activity.
Skillfully removing the spring-loaded cap from one and plunging its hand
in, it extracted the dripping entrails, ripped open its sealed wound, and
lovingly pushed inwards, shoving its intestines back into their rightful
place.

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