“Maybe they found him,” Todd suggested.
Nodding, Nick said, “Maybe. There are a few physical things that seem to be universal in defending against a body inhabited by one: Anything blessed by a holy person, the religion doesn’t matter. A holy item, particularly something created on consecrated or holy ground, predominantly sacrosanct oil, which can be poured over the possessed body and ignited.”
Todd wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “Why does everything have to burn?”
“They can also be dispatched if the oil is ingested or inhaled by the possessed body or introduced into the body on sharpened wood or iron,” Nick continued.
“Ha, the root of every vampire myth known.”
“Probably,” Nick said. “They don’t like to cross lines of salt or magnetized iron, but can. It’s painful for them, however. There are certain symbols that protect people against them, or in some cases, can repel or even trap them.” He tapped his chest just under his left collarbone with two fingers. “Our protection symbol is a combination of an ancient Celtic one with a Mariner’s Star. Both are believed to provide general protection against the unholy, supernatural, and leprechauns, as well as guidance to safe harbor.”
“So far my tattoo does seem to be working.” Todd took the book from Nick, looking through it for a minute. “Fortunately for us, this boat stops at a port every few days. We’ll send a message to Jimmy, see what he can dig up for us. Until we hear back, we’re on our own.” Todd shook his head and sighed. “Demons. I suppose the damn leprechauns are next.”
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