"That comes later." Bouwe bounced off to the table and stated to collect some things.
"The core problem in understanding the vampire curse is in it's most favored traits: The gift of immortality.
Because of the undead nature of the afflicted vampire he doesn't die. It denies its body from the ground and steps out of the cycle of life and death.
This phases it's existence in and out of reality. It shouldn't exist. This is purely theoretically and symbolically. A metaphor. But the theory derived from this is that you can realign the mind of the patient with the world and wash him in innocence.."
Bouwe paused to catch a breath.
"The place is why I'm in Kilo Point. A decade ago there was a battle here between humans and vampires. That clash makes this the ideal place for a ritual dedicated to the struggle between life and death. Then there's the elements. The subject needs to be bathed in the 4 elements, each sanctified in a way that holds meaning to the subject, These are personal. In my case I used the note from this bronze whistle for air. Grave dust from another story I'd rather not get into for earth, holy water and the light of the dawning sun for water and fire."
Bouwe stood upright before the window gesturing pouring a bucket over his head.
"And then wash it all of in willingly donated blood... stands for forgiveness."
Bouwe dropped the imaginary bucket.
"I've been piecing this all together for years. And if all this doesn't convince you... I think I might be drunk."
Bouwe looked at the empty wine glass.