Episode 89: Lost in the Shadows

Summary

Old Gods of Appalachia — Episode 89: Lost in the Shadows

Podcast: Old Gods of Appalachia (DeepNerd Media)
Date: September 4, 2025
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Overview

Episode 89, "Lost in the Shadows," sinks listeners deep into the gathering darkness of central Appalachia—a region where ancient supernatural hunger clashes with the harsh realities of modern life. This chapter intertwines the primal pursuit of monster hunter Bird with the rising ambitions of new, power-hungry vampires, culminating in a deadly convergence at Knoxville's storied Mercury Theater. Themes of grief, legacy, and power underpin an episode that sets the stage for the season finale.

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Key Discussion Points and Story Developments

1. Bird’s Haunted Hunt and Memories

• Bird is introduced driving through the Smoky Mountains, troubled by traumatic flashbacks about her family's legacy—especially the violent loss of her father, Boots.
• Her internal mantra for focus:
  “You track, you hunt. You protect your kin. You track, you hunt. You do him proud.” (Bird, [06:15])
• She senses a supernatural "hum," which physically guides her towards her next vampire target—a newly-turned "baby" vampire picked up by unwitting teens.
• Bird prepares to stealthily tail the group, resolving not to endanger civilians. Her assessment of the vampire’s threat is chilling and efficient:

  “How many lives you done robbed, little girl? ...You probably the trifling type to come in without a second thought, stir up trouble and grief, and leave nothing but corpses and a string of questions in your wake.”
  —Bird ([09:24])

2. CB Radio Check-In: The Hunter Network

• Bird radios her fellow hunters, staking her claim:

  "Breaker, breaker, this is Bird flying down to K town...you hear any talk about a parasit or two, don't worry about it. I got that. Y'all hear me? Hands off."
  —Bird ([10:18])

• The camaraderie and mutual respect among hunters is quietly highlighted by their responses.

3. The Vampire Gathering – Troy’s Ascendancy

• Franklin Rutledge narrates entering a decadent, secret vampire court within a Knoxville warehouse, led by the mysterious and powerful Troy.
• Troy’s confidence and calculated challenge to vampire hierarchy electrifies the gathering:

  “Is he? Because I don’t see him...I don’t see any of the great and mighty elders who claim dominion over this place. Them that require you to kneel at their feet...A well trained dog won’t reach for more than it’s offered.”
  —Troy ([15:58])

• Troy exposes the lie of “peace” with witches, framing it as a move to keep vampires disempowered and claims the true power of Appalachia is being withheld.

  “With the power that lies sleeping under those mountains, we could crush them. We could rule this land. Not just Appalachia...But from sea to shining sea.”
  —Troy ([18:57])

• He offers his blood—cut with unfathomable dark power—to the assembled young vampires. The transformation is instantaneous and agonizing:

  “Then the screaming began…The transformation was brief but visceral…When it was over...all of them were smiling.”
  —Narrator ([22:15-23:27])

• Jessamine, the de facto group leader, sums up the scene’s ambiguity:

  “All right, you proved you weren’t bullshitting us. So what now? You didn’t come here to give us this gift out of the goodness of your heart.”
  —Jessamine ([23:27])

• Troy responds, setting his sinister plans in motion:

  “Now, we show this city who’s in charge. I believe a show of force is in order, and I know just the place to start.”
  —Troy ([23:42])

4. Convergence at the Mercury Theater

• Denise, her friends, and the new vampire Miranda arrive at the Mercury, Knoxville’s heart of underground music. The teens bask in anticipation outside the “Merc.”
• Bird tails her targets, infiltrating the venue with chilling focus and resourcefulness (forging permits and credentials in moments).
• Inside, Bird picks her vantage point, feeling the place tremble with supernatural energy:

  “The mercury overflowed with that frequency. The humming had grown so intense, Bird felt like a wasper’s nest had replaced her flesh. Not only was the place crawling with parasites, but also that insidious energy she’d noticed earlier pulsed here. The source, she felt, was somewhere above.”
  —Narrator ([31:15-32:36])

5. Teen Friendship, Confessions, and Tragedy

• Behind the scenes, the teens get backstage access, buzzing about meeting their favorite bands.
• Brendan pulls Laurie aside, confessing his romantic feelings:

  “You were the one bright spot I looked forward to every day. I mean, all of you guys have been awesome, but you’re special.”
  —Brendan ([36:15])

• A humorous and heartfelt mix-up follows, with Laurie revealing the group assumed Brendan was gay; Brendan clarifies and leaves open-ended possibility:

  “That’s fair, I guess...And hell, who knows, Maybe I’m not totally straight. But what I do know is I like you.”
  —Brendan ([38:18])

• They share a tender kiss. Laurie jokes back:

  “I definitely think that’s something we can talk about, sugar tits.”
  —Laurie ([39:18])

• Sudden Violence: As Brendan heads to the restroom, he’s accosted and killed by a vampire—his death described in visceral horror.

  “He opened his mouth to scream, but the man, the monster, was too fast...the next thing he knew was more pain as those teeth ripped through his throat…”
  —Narrator ([41:23])

• Laurie, searching for Brendan, is ambushed and killed by Jessamine, the recently empowered vampire.

6. Episode Ends in Blood and Darkness

• The band Foxhole Atheist’s music rises, masking Laurie’s murder.
• The Narrator teases the impending season finale and underlines the rising body count:

  “We are closing in fast on the final episode of season five...Run like hell and the bodies are starting to hit the floor. Who will survive the night of Ye Olde Mercury?”
  —Narrator ([44:21])

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Notable Quotes and Memorable Moments

• Bird’s Self-Motivation:
  “You track, you hunt. You protect your kin. You track, you hunt. You do him proud.” — Bird ([06:15])
• Troy’s Call for Rebellion:
  “With the power that lies sleeping under those mountains, we could crush them. We could rule this land. Not just Appalachia...But from sea to shining sea.” — Troy ([18:57])
• Jessamine’s Skepticism and Agency:
  “You didn’t come here to give us this gift out of the goodness of your heart.” — Jessamine ([23:27])
• Tender Teenage Confession:
  “You are beautiful, funny, kind and smart and I would really like to be closer to you.” — Brendan ([38:18])
• Death’s Suddenness:
  “The next thing he knew was more pain as those teeth ripped through his throat, stealing both his breath and his voice.” — Narrator ([41:23])
• Dark Irony of “The Mercury”: A venue that represents hope and belonging for some, becomes a stage for horror and slaughter.

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Timestamps of Key Segments

| Timestamp | Segment | |-----------|-----------------------------------------------| | 05:00 | Bird’s trauma and focus mantra | | 09:24 | Bird’s assessment of the “baby” vampire | | 10:18 | CB radio check-in, hunter camaraderie | | 15:38 | Troy’s arrival at the vampire court | | 18:57 | Troy’s speech—Vampire rebellion call | | 22:00 | Vampires drink Troy’s blood, transformation | | 23:42 | Troy plans a show of force | | 27:00 | Mercury Theater arrival, teen camaraderie | | 31:15 | Bird infiltrates Mercury, senses darkness | | 35:02 | Brendan’s confession to Laurie | | 39:18 | Laurie and Brendan kiss | | 41:23 | Brendan’s murder | | 43:32 | Laurie’s murder by Jessamine | | 44:21 | Narrator’s ominous outro |

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Overall Tone and Style

The signature Appalachian gothic tone weaves sorrow, grit, horror, and fleeting moments of hope. The language is laconic, earthy, and evocative of the region’s desolate beauty and deep wounds. Dialogue and narration are peppered with regional color, dark humor, and fatalistic wisdom.

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Final Thoughts

This penultimate episode masterfully draws together the fates of vampire and hunter, innocent teen and ancient evil. With bodies falling and ancient powers awakening, the season finale promises reckoning, heartbreak, and reckoning in the shadowed hollers of Old Gods of Appalachia.

Transcript

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[Brendan McDaniels]

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[Brendan McDaniels]

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[Brendan McDaniels]

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[Bird]

Dammit, focus. You track, you hunt. You protect your kin. You track, you hunt. You do him proud. You track and you hunt and you go on about your business. Come on, get your shit together.

[Narrator/Host]

It was then the hum caught up to her. She'd gotten so distracted that she hadn't noticed it had already begun, a faint vibration she could feel now in the back of her teeth. She regained her senses and honed in on the Amaco across the way. She took a few steps back and then a few steps forward to discern if the hum faded or intensified.

[Various singers / voice actors]

Forward.

[Narrator/Host]

It was the signal, growing stronger the closer she drew to the other side of the road. She hopped back into her truck, popped a U turn, and pulled into the Amaco in time to see a pair of teenagers draw up to a sorry looking pasty little thing standing by a bay of payphones. The hum all but screamed at her. That's the one, she thought. That was the thing that had called her here. Bird breathed, stilling her nerves and her hands. It wasn't time to fly into action just yet. There were witnesses after all. Civilians. She took in the group's attire, the death rimmed eyes and the blood stained lips, the ripped clothes and fishnets, the desire to look like the monster she hunted, and she felt the corner of her lip rise in a snarl. These children played at a reality they couldn't possibly understand. Real enough to rob her town of Rucker Lee. Real enough to take from Boots what couldn't be replaced. She shook her head at the naive teens already extending a helping hand. Her mind raced through the weapons most easily brought to hand. As sharp as her eye was, she couldn't let a knife fly without catching one of the kids. A shot in the air might scatter them, but that would draw too much unwanted attention. She'd just have to wait. She settled on allowing them to pile into their old gray beater, electing to tail them. From what Bird could tell, the payphone vampire was a baby. She didn't have the empty, frozen gaze of a well seasoned bloodsucker or the telltale stillness. She still moved, mostly like the kids who'd picked her up. It was a shame that some mother's child, some daddy's baby girl had been turned into this, but she was what she was now. Bird couldn't look past the target on her back, couldn't allow her to become an even more dangerous predator than she already was. Bird kept her eyes trained on the Virginia license plate, kept her priorities straight by guessing how many bodies the young leech had drained already.

[Bird]

Upwards of 5, maybe 10 if she's smart. I wouldn't put it past her kind to go after the weak ones or the addicts widowers. It's always the innocent looking fuckers. How many lives you done robbed, little girl? How many families you got out here searching for their loved ones in vain? You probably the trifling type to come in without a second thought, stir up trouble and grief, and leave nothing but corpses and a string of questions in your wake.

[Narrator/Host]

This is where Bird found her peace, tracking and chasing, envisioning, plunging stake after blade and after stake until one of their kind's lights dimmed, picking off one blight after another until the humming beneath her flesh went blessedly quiet. The prospect of a good hunt made her excited and greedy. She reached for her CB's microphone and thumbed it on to issue a public service announcement.

[Bird]

Breaker, breaker, this is Bird flying down to K town. All you sandbagged sobs and ratchet jaws, get your ears on. If y' all hear any talk about a parasit or two, don't worry about it. I got that. Y' all hear me? Hands off.

[Various singers / voice actors]

Over.

[Narrator/Host]

There was a moment of silence before the first response came. Breaker, breaker, this is Mama J. We read you loud and clear.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Don't we all?

[Narrator/Host]

Over. Ten four.

[Bird]

Yes ma'.

[Narrator/Host]

Am.

[Bird]

Over.

[Various singers / voice actors]

Ten four, burn. Over.

[Narrator/Host]

Ten four. Yes ma '.

[Various singers / voice actors]

Am.

[Narrator/Host]

Over. Understood. Over. Ten four. You keep it between the ditches. Over. As the airwaves quieted, Bird steered the truck off a downtown exit, following the gray hatchback toward whatever festered there, ready to face it down alone. Just the way she liked it when.

[Various singers / voice actors]

The walls close in and the light gets swallowed and there ain't no place that feels like the ones you love concerning the strangers. And you cast your eyes through the winding road Keep your foot on the gas, your eyes straight forward, Clear your heart and mind Best leave them ghosts behind. When the hearth grows cold and home is nowhere Then you might as well. When darkness calls, run like hell.

[Narrator/Host]

The dusty warehouse in Knoxville's old City had once housed a company that manufactured furniture, and it showed. Sawdust lingered in every crack in the concrete floor, and the scent of varnish still lingered underneath the dust, mold, and decay. He might not have noticed it, Franklin Rutledge mused, had he not been granted the power he now held, his every sense awakened as if he had been sleepwalking his entire unlife, his strength at least tripled, his reflexes honed to a razor's edge. The man he had to thank for these blessings stood atop an ornate dining table placed incongruously at the center of the warehouse's grimy basement, speaking to a gathering of perhaps a dozen other vampires, including Mobley, Willet, and himself. From the street, the warehouse had appeared abandoned, its windows boarded up, graffiti decorating the plywood, but Troy had directed Franklin to drive around back anyway. There they found three sleek luxury sedans and a handful of high end motorcycles in a small, recently paved parking lot. Franklin parked the Voyager next to a Mercedes Benz 300 that outclassed the lumbering minivan by light years, and he and Mobley had followed Troy down a set of similarly well maintained back stairs to a basement door, where Troy informed the vampire who answered his knock that someone named Cyrus had sent him. The three of them had been led down a narrow hallway and through a second door that opened into the yawning space that, contrary to outward appearances, held many of the trappings of wealth. The floor, while still concrete, had been cleaned and refinished. The walls were draped in a combination of velvet panels and intricately woven tapestries. Elegant sofas with chairs and clean modern lines were scattered about the cavernous room, creating cozy conversation areas. And in the center of the room sat a long, ornately carved dining table with six chairs on either side and an enormous throne like chair at its head. Someone, it was clear, normally held court in this space. At the moment, however, they were nowhere to be found. The throne sat empty and only a handful of what were clearly younger vampires occupied the warehouse. They were stretched across the various sofas or perched on the arms of plush chairs. As if sensing Troy's power, however, they all sat up when the newcomers stepped into the room. Troy had merely stood gazing around at them for a moment until they wandered over, gathering around him like moths drawn to a flame. Finally, he addressed the room at large.

[Troy]

Who's in charge here?

[Narrator/Host]

A lanky young blond man in a trench coat and combat boots who looked to have been turned at no older than 18 years, had swaggered forward. You wouldn't be here if you didn't know Cyrus runs things this side of town. Troy gazed around him, his brow furrowing in apparent confusion.

[Troy]

Is he? Because I don't see him. In fact, I don't see any of the great and mighty elders who claim dominion over this place. Them that require you to kneel at their feet to earn the privilege of living in Scruffy City. These tradition bound fools who would demand your obedience in exchange for their so called protection. I don't See any of them motherfuckers around? I guess they don't need to worry about y' all minding the store. A well trained dog won't reach for more than it's offered.

[Narrator/Host]

There were some discontented mutterings at this, and this time it was a young woman who responded to Troy.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

What the fuck, man? We know every vampire in Knoxville and we don't know you. You don't sound like you're from around here either. And you come in here talking shit about us, about our makers. Who the fuck do you think you are?

[Narrator/Host]

Having seen what Troy could do, having witnessed his power firsthand, Franklin had expected him to rip out the young woman's throat. But instead, he merely smiled benevolently.

[Troy]

What's your name, young'?

[Various singers / voice actors]

Un?

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Jessamine Rogers of Cyrus's Git.

[Troy]

Well, Jessamine Rogers, I the fuck am the man who's come to set y' all free of the shackles that have bound you your entire UN life. I'm the man who's going to tell all of you the truth that's been hidden from you. I am the man who's come to offer you the power that's been denied you, that is yours by right.

[Narrator/Host]

The young woman fell silent at this, her head inclining thoughtfully. Troy had her attention now. It was at this point that he leapt up onto the long table and begun pacing its length, raising his voice to address the room.

[Troy]

Ms. Jessamine says I'm not from around here. And she's right. I've spent some time all over, including the mountains they tell y' all you gotta stay out of. And what I found. Oh, what I found there was more than I ever dreamed possible. You see, you youngins have been told a lie. You have been sold a bill of goods by your very own makers. Those who you should be able to trust the most. They tell you our kind was hunted up in them hollers because the cattle were too few and too far between, and our feeding was too easily noticed. They say we sought sanctuary in the cities and entered into a devil's bargain with witches and their ilk in the interest of peace.

[Narrator/Host]

Peace?

[Troy]

They didn't want peace. What they wanted was power. They wanted to keep what they found up in them hills out of our hands. That's the reason we ain't allowed to go wherever we please in Appalachia. It's to keep us under their boot. Because them witches know that with the power that lies sleeping under those mountains, we could crush them. We could rule this land. Not just Appalachia, my friends. But from sea to shining sea.

[Narrator/Host]

Someone from the back of the small gathering snorted. You sound like that feller that sold.

[Troy]

My mama snake oil when she had.

[Narrator/Host]

The cancer, promising she'd be more than healed. She'd feel better than she ever felt.

[Troy]

In her whole damn life.

[Narrator/Host]

But all she ever got was a.

[Troy]

Pine box and a six foot drop.

[Narrator/Host]

Again, Troy responded to their questions not with anger, but understanding. He was indeed one hell of a salesman, Franklin mused. It just so happened that what he was selling was the genuine artist.

[Troy]

Yes, I understand. I come to y' all with some lofty claims. Well, I don't expect you just to take my word for it, youngins. I've come here tonight to show you exactly what I'm talking about. To offer you a taste of the power that can be yours. So that you can throw off those shackles I mentioned. Right here, right now.

[Narrator/Host]

Troy reached into the pocket of his pea coat and pulled a slender dagger from the sheath. Franklin knew from his own anointing what was concealed inside. He held it aloft so that those assembled around the table could all see it. Then he shrugged off his coat. He rolled up the left sleeve of his black silk shirt, displaying his pale, muscular forearm to the crowd. The young vampires drew closer, growing more and more interested as they all watched. Troy drew the blade across his flesh, cutting deep down to the thick veins beneath. There was a collective gasp as his blood bubbled forth. Blood and something more. The rich red fluid fairly pulsed with tendrils of inky darkness, with a power so black it seemed to suck the light from the room, pulsing with dark energy. They could all feel it. Franklin knew. He could almost hear their pupils dilating, fangs lengthening, the saliva gathering in their mouths with the hunger for it. Troy smiled. Come.

[Troy]

Come drink, friends. One at a time.

[Various singers / voice actors]

Now.

[Troy]

There's plenty for everybody. Come taste what your masters have denied you. Denied us for far too long.

[Narrator/Host]

And so they did. One by one, each of them stepped up to tentatively lick and then suck, drinking deep of what Troy offered them. And then the screaming began.

[Troy]

It's all right now, youngins.

[Various singers / voice actors]

Shh, Shh.

[Troy]

You're gonna be fine.

[Narrator/Host]

Troy hopped down from the table and walked amongst them as they writhed and cried, offering a comforting hand here, a gentle word there. The transformation was brief but visceral. Franklin remembered sympathetically. It had taken only a few minutes, but those minutes felt like days. When it was over, the ragged crew staggered to their feet, shaky as young deer just learning to walk, unused to the raw feeling of power that coursed through bone and sinew, blood and fire. All of them were smiling. The young woman who seemed to have become the crew's de facto leader spoke again.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

All right, you proved you weren't bullshitting us. So what now? You didn't come here to give us this gift out of the goodness of your heart.

[Troy]

Well now, darling, we show this city who's in charge. I believe a show of force is in order, and I know just the place to start.

[Narrator/Host]

Denise was lucky enough to find parking just a scant four blocks from the venue. She and her friends, along with her new companion, had made their way to Market Square and now finally stood before the haunted reliquary at the end of their long pilgrimage. The Mercury Theater. The Mercury, or as locals typically referred to it, the Merc, was a tall, skinny two story affair sandwiched between a now defunct department store and a long since shuttered sandwich shop. The mere sight of its exterior struck the band of travelers with a sense of near reference. In the church lined streets of Glai Morgan, or pretty much anywhere else in Esau county for that matter, no such sanctuary would be allowed to exist. It was shabby in a way that would no doubt suggest to their parents that what lay beyond the flyer plastered double doors might be the domain of the devil himself. A study in 20th century commercial style, replete with elaborate warbling limestone sills, lintels, and cornices, the building that housed the music hall had been home to a variety of enterprises before becoming the dark heart of the Knoxville music scene. The signage over the doors was a simple stovepipe black panel weathered to the color of a well loved band T shirt and bore a single word, mercury. The white lettering etched there was clean and straight, yet still bore a hint of something sinister, perhaps due to the alchemical symbol for Mercury stamped on either side of the name like a cult bookend. Miranda smiled up at the building's facade as if greeting an old friend. This was where she had found the life she'd always wanted. Here in the belly of a beast most folks would be scared to set foot in. Market Square was mostly empty, save for the showgoers milling around outside, along with the handful of panhandlers and homeless folks doing the best they could to get by. As night fell over the city, she breathed deep and felt some of the stress she'd been carrying lift from her shoulders. She was well fed. It was finally dark and she felt all right for once. Her senses, sharpened by feeding, brought her the sights, scents, and sounds of the city she loved with a clarity she had never known in her mortal life. Her new friends kept moving, but Miranda hung back and let them go. As they neared the door, Laurie noticed that she hadn't followed.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Hey, Randy, come with us. We can skip the line and go on backstage.

[Narrator/Host]

That's sweet of you, but no thanks. Y' all go on ahead.

[Kristen Bell / Paige Desorbo]

My friend should be here any minute.

[Narrator/Host]

Now, so I'm gonna wait for him out here.

[Kristen Bell / Paige Desorbo]

Don't you worry about me.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Are you sure?

[Narrator/Host]

Miranda moved quickly to catch up with the group. She hugged Lori and Denise warmly and beamed at them as she pulled away.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Positive thanks for the ride.

[Narrator/Host]

Y' all have no idea how much.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

You'Ve made my night.

[Kristen Bell / Paige Desorbo]

I'll see you guys inside.

[Narrator/Host]

Micah and Brendan threw up their hands in polite waves as they turned and moved toward the doors of the venue. Denise looked back one last time and Miranda was gone. The closer the old gray beater got to Knoxville, the more Bird had wanted to crawl out of her skin. There was something sinister and familiar in the downtown area, a frequency too akin to what she felt in Araminta. She could take care of the baby face freak easily, but there was a bigger, insidious energy in the atmosphere. She clenched her jaw to hold back a smile. She might actually bring Boots. An interesting story when she got back home, Bird tailed the clueless kids and their parasite to a parking lot and watched them clamber out of their ugly hatchback. She pulled into an alley across the street with a sign denoting it PERMIT Parking Only, and eased her truck into a narrow space. She looked at the only other vehicle parked nearby, an old station wagon, and clocked the parking permit hanging from its rearview mirror. She rummaged around in her glove box through a variety of stickers, placards, and hang tags she kept there for just such an occasion, until she found one that roughly matched the color and shape of the one in the wagon. Ain't nobody gonna look too close at a parking permit in this part of town at night. She'd made sure she wasn't blocking the other car in, then stepped out of the truck and waited at the mouth of the alley. She kept her head down as the group of kids strolled past, then stepped onto the sidewalk, trailing them at a measured pace toward their destination. By the time she rounded the corner, both her eyes and the hum told her the bloodsucker was no longer latched onto these youngins. That suited Bird just fine. If she could keep children out of her line of fire, all the better. The bunch from the Chevette walked up on a tattered gray building with the word Mercury sandwiched between what looked like two horned female symbols. Her killing grounds. Then she took note of the security guy's attire as he led the teenagers through a side door, then circled back to the truck. She parted her hair down the middle and plaited one tuft of her hair after the other until both sides laid flat. Two braids fit nicely under a cap and would draw less attention than a low puff. She reached into her glove compartment again, fished around for one last item to complete her get up. Then she was back on the street, walking steadily past the venue's front doors and around the building. As she approached the back door of the Mercury, Bird pulled a laminate with the word STAFF printed in all caps from under her shirt and let it dangle over her dark clothes. She waited as quiet as she could until she heard voices. Thick accents echoed up the alleyway, but these weren't Tennessee boys. These sounded more like folks from the eastern half of the Bluegrass State. Two men lugged a Marshall cab between them, while a third carried two guitar cases. The one leading with the speaker cabinet carried up a short set of concrete steps and pounded on the back door. The three men groused amongst themselves, but having to haul all their gear from two streets away for a few minutes, and then the door swung open. Music from the house sound system carried into the muggy alleyway on a waft of cool central air. A tall man in a tightly stretched tee with staff emblazoned across his chest pushed the door open and walked away. Hey, asshole, you could at least hold the door. The first man scrambled to catch the door before it closed, but suddenly someone reached around him and caught the handle.

[Bird]

I got it.

[Narrator/Host]

The man startled as Bird appeared behind him. He looked her over for a second and, catching sight of the laminate around her neck, merely nodded. Oh, thanks. Bird returned the nod and held the door for the three musicians, then slipped in behind them. It was amazing the places you could just walk into if you looked the least bit like you belonged there. The Mercury smelled like worms, sweat, blood, and beer. Bird figured her best bet would be to pick a spot on the leftmost side of the venue toward the back, a vantage point that would permit her to keep eyes on the concert floor, the bar, and the entrance. There are some folks who can walk into a crowded concert hall and determine the resonant frequency of the room in two seconds flat. In the same way, Bird could walk into a crowd, catch a hum, and discern a hand. The hum always sound started in the pit of her stomach and Branched out into her chest, her fingers, her throat. Yet the hum stopped at the base of her throat. She knew it was some good for nothing human worthy of beating the shit out of. If the hum spilled out into her skin, however, she knew she was hunting something unnatural. The mercury overflowed with that frequency. The humming had grown so intense, bird felt like a wasper's nest had replaced her flesh. Not only was the place crawling with parasites, but also that insidious energy she'd noticed earlier pulsed here. The source, she felt, was somewhere above.

[Various singers / voice actors]

Her.

[Narrator/Host]

In the upstairs hallway of the Mercury. Brendan, Denise, Laurie, and Micah stood outside the green room doors, saying their goodbyes. They spent the past 20 minutes with the members of no More Light. Laurie reminiscent about growing up with her cousin Marcus, while the others chatted with the band about how much they'd loved their last record. And just as they'd begun wrapping up their visit, John David from Violent Fear had popped in to snag a Dr. Pepper from the fridge. At first, Micah hadn't recognized the charismatic front man without his signature ski mask. But then Marcus had called him over to introduce him to his cousin and her friends. Micah had done his best not to stare in awe at the heavily tattooed bald monster who turned out to be a sweetheart in person. Laurie had quickly shepherded their little crew towards the door before they could overstay their welcome.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Thank you so much, Marcus. I'll tell mom and them you said hi. John David, it was so nice to meet you. Y' all have a good show, okay? Thanks, guys. We really appreciate it.

[Troy]

I just.

[Narrator/Host]

I.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Don't be a weirdo. Just say thank you.

[Narrator/Host]

Thank you.

[Brendan McDaniels]

Attaboy.

[Narrator/Host]

The door to the green room closed behind them, and the teens made their way down the hallway to the stairs leading back to the venue proper. Now that they were finally here, Denise was more relaxed, her pretty face glowing with excitement. The chatter of the growing crowd below was a dull roar as other people their age or a little older filtered through the mercury's doors. The buzz of excited energy was palpable even from here. Seized by a sudden thought, Micah grabbed Denise's arm. Dee Dee, I gotta get a shirt. Come with me.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Ooh, I wanna get one, too. Right behind ya.

[Brendan McDaniels]

Y' all go on ahead. I gotta find a bathroom.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Color me surprised. Come on, Micah. Let's hurry before the line gets too long.

[Narrator/Host]

The cousins bounded down the stairs, leaving Brendan and Laurie alone in the relative quiet of the hallway.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Better do it now. I understand most bands frown on peeing in the pit.

[Brendan McDaniels]

Gigi Allen might disagree. With you on that one. That dude went when and wherever he wanted.

[Narrator/Host]

Laurie rolled her eyes and turned to follow Denise and Micah. Brendan stopped her with a touch on the shoulder.

[Brendan McDaniels]

Hey Laurie, hang on a sec.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Afraid you'll get lost, sugar tits?

[Brendan McDaniels]

I just wanted to talk to you for a second, if you don't mind.

[Narrator/Host]

Noticing the door to one of the smaller dressing rooms was open. He stepped inside and motioned for Laurie to follow. She hesitated for a moment, waiting on someone to stop them, then followed the tall boy inside, a puzzled expression on her face.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

What's going on, Shug?

[Brendan McDaniels]

What I said in the car. I really wouldn't have made it through this year without you.

[Various singers / voice actors]

You.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Honey, Spanish 3 wasn't that hard. You would have been.

[Brendan McDaniels]

I'm not talking about Spanish. I mean, I don't know in general. In like life. Moving to a new school your senior year is hard. I didn't know anybody and I couldn't do my usual hey, me good with catching ball be friend caveman routine. Kevin moved further away for school and I was on my own. You were the one bright spot I looked forward to every day. I mean, all of you guys have been awesome, but you're special.

[Narrator/Host]

Brendan took a step closer to the tall girl, and suddenly Lori realized this was a very different sort of conversation.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Brendan, what are you saying exactly?

[Brendan McDaniels]

I guess that I like you. You know, like you like you, and I wonder if you might feel the same.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

But what about Kevin?

[Brendan McDaniels]

What about Kevin?

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

I mean, what would he think of you telling a girl you like her?

[Brendan McDaniels]

I think he'd be happy for me. He's a great guy.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

I mean, you're Kevin would be okay with you pulling a girl into a dark corner and telling her you like her?

[Brendan McDaniels]

Might Uncle Kevin? Why would he even factor into this?

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Your uncle? I thought you said you went to school with Kevin. He bought you presents, got you into good music, and took you to the movies and such. He's kind of all you ever talk about.

[Brendan McDaniels]

Oh, my papaw got remarried to a way younger woman when Mamaw died. It didn't last long, but the one cool thing about it was was she had a kid just a couple years older than me. But technically he was my uncle by marriage. Dude became like my best friend or big brother.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Why didn't you tell us he was your uncle?

[Brendan McDaniels]

I mean, would you go around telling everybody that your papaw married a woman half his age who took him for half of what he was worth? But at least you got your best friend out of it. Wait, did you think Kevin was my Boyfriend?

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Yes, we all did.

[Brendan McDaniels]

You guys thought I was gay.

[Narrator/Host]

Lori gestured to the handsome boy's overall style for the evening and smiled awkwardly.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

The new jock kid from over the mountain joins our freaky little friend group. Talks about a boy he misses a lot and is very much into trying out makeup and is frankly way too pretty to be straight. Yes, we figured you'd tell us when you were ready.

[Narrator/Host]

Brendan looked at his sparkly purple nails with pride and grinned.

[Brendan McDaniels]

That's fair, I guess. And hell, who knows, Maybe I'm not totally straight. But what I do know is I like you. You are beautiful, funny, kind and smart and I would really like to be closer to you. So what do you think?

[Narrator/Host]

As Brendan moved closer, Laurie cast her eyes down, feeling suddenly shy. She had always dismissed his flirting before, though she had secretly loved it. She gazed up at him through her lashes. Laurie was a tall girl, had always been taller than her girlfriends, and of a height with most of the boys in her class. But he was taller. She closed her eyes as he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. She could feel the blush that spread over her cheeks as she smiled up at him.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

I definitely think that's something we can talk about, sugar tits.

[Brendan McDaniels]

I'm glad you feel that way. Now, if you'll give me just a second, I am about to pee myself. I'll be right back.

[Narrator/Host]

Brendan grinned dopily as he slipped around Lori to go find the restroom. He was pretty sure he'd noticed a private one seater at the end of the hall and was pleased to find his memory was correct. He ducked inside, quickly answered nature's call, and checked himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but grin. He looked amazing, and he was about to see some great bands with the coolest girl he knew, who appeared to be interested in him too. Maybe the next time they came to the Mercury it would be for an official date. Hearing heavy footfalls in the hallway, Brendan smoothed his hair one last time in the mirror, then opened the door to see the facilities to whoever was outside. A man he hadn't seen earlier was waiting. Brendan made the obligatory brief eye contact and nod required by the male social contract, then stepped forward to slip sideways and allow the other guy past him. The stranger, who was Brandon's height but a bit thicker than him, leaned into his path, shoulder checking him as he passed. Brendan bounced off the man in surprise. It was a dick move under any circumstances, but what adult does that to a kid? Obviously several years his junior, not one to rise to that sort of cheap bait. Brendan smiled and tried to play it off.

[Brendan McDaniels]

Oh, hey, whoa. Let's watch where we're going, all right, buddy?

[Narrator/Host]

The dude didn't move, so Brendan tried again to sidestep his way through the door. The stranger blocked him again, harder this time, the collision sending him sprawling onto his backside. And that's when the switch flipped for Brendan McDaniels. In that moment, every bully, every asshole that had fucked with him since the time he was little, until he'd had his growth spurt at 14, every jock who'd ever yelled shit out the window of a passing truck at his friends flashed before his eyes. He scrambled to his feet, ready to fight.

[Brendan McDaniels]

Hey, what the fuck, man?

[Narrator/Host]

Before he could so much as blink, the man was on him, a wall of heavy muscle and ungodly, impossible strength barreling into him with the force of a cannonball. Brendan went down hard, his head smacking the tile floor hard enough to see stars. He heard something crack and pain lance through him. His arm, his back, his head, everywhere. Instinctively, he shoved at the heavy form on top of him. But the stranger had an arm across his ch, his grip like a vise, and he leered down, and Brendan saw a flash of teeth, white and impossibly long. He opened his mouth to scream, but the man, the monster, was too fast, and the next thing he knew was more pain as those teeth ripped through his throat, stealing both his breath and his voice. Blood sprayed on the wall above his head, and there was a gurgling sound. Brendan McDaniel's final thought was he could not be sure if the noise was his own death rattles or the sound of the beast's feeding. In the small dressing room down the hall, Laurie sat on a loveseat, waiting for Brendan to return from the bathroom. She could hear the first band finishing soundcheck downstairs. Where the hell was Brendan? They had to find Denise and Micah and secure their spot near the stage. She'd be damned if she watched her own cousin from the back of the room. With a sigh, she picked up her purse and stepped out into the hall to look for him. Maybe he ducked into the green room after he used the restroom for a quick snack and got tied up talking to one of the bands, she thought she poked her head in there first, but there was no sign of him. Beginning to grow irritated, she called out for him.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Hey, sugar tits, you get lost?

[Narrator/Host]

She moved past the green room and stepped into the next dressing room. Just beyond it, a young woman's voice came from the hallway behind her hey.

[Kristen Bell / Paige Desorbo]

You can't be back here.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

It's fine. I have a pass.

[Narrator/Host]

Laurie glanced over her shoulder distractedly as she scanned the room for Brendan.

[Kristen Bell / Paige Desorbo]

Let's try that again.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Hey, Morticia, you don't want to be back here.

[Narrator/Host]

The bitchy edge to the girl's voice drew Laurie up short. She whirled around, her eyebrow arching.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Excuse me, who the fuck are you?

[Narrator/Host]

Before she could finish the question, the girl was on, her fangs tearing into the soft column of her throat. Blood surged into Jessamine Rogers mouth as she lowered Laurie to the dressing room floor. From downstairs, the chords of Foxhole Atheist's first song rose to the venue on a chorus of cheek. It was the last thing Lori Power ever heard.

[Various singers / voice actors]

Last night was not a good one. Last night was not all right. A damn I fought up situation no fun, no one and no stop. There was no pushing through, no way to reach our destination.

[Narrator/Host]

Well, hey there, family. We are closing in fast on the final episode of season five of Old Gods of Appalachia. Run like hell and the bodies are starting to hit the floor. Who will survive the night of Ye Olde Mercury? I guess you'll have to come back in a couple of weeks for that season finale, now, won't you? I bet you will. Now, as the season comes to a close, this is the time when folks usually start asking, steve, Cam, what do I listen to now? Well, if you haven't joined us already in the holler, there's no time like the present. For just $10 a month, you can access over 24 hours of exclusive storylines like Build Mama a Coffin, Familiar and Beloved, and Many More. And sure, you could listen to it all in one day if you don't bother to take time for the little things like sleep, food, or paying attention to your housemates. But family, we don't recommend that and neither would your doctor. So pace yourself. You can sign up today over@old godsofappalachia.com theholler and while you're there, be sure to complete your social media ritual to join us on your favorite platforms. And this is your the one thing about Knoxville I never could stomach all the damn vampires Reminder that Old Gods of Appalachia is a production of Deep Nerd Media and is distributed by Rusty Quill. Today's story was written by Steve Schell, Cam Collins, and special guest writer Nita Jade. The voice of Hummingbird Bowknight was Nita Jade, the voice of Troy was Adam Campuris, the voice of Lori Powers was Allison Mullins, and the voice of Miranda Coffee was Andy Marie Tillman the voice of Denise Raimi was Autumn Bogamin, and the voice of Michael Raimi was Aaron Bentley. The voice of Brendan McDaniels was Craig Rice. The voice of Jessamine Rogers was our very own Cam Collins. Our intro music is by brother Landon Blood, and our outro music was last Night by Foxhole Atheist, otherwise known as yours truly and my buddy Jason Sturgill, with production by Jason Sturgill, followed by Far Away by no More Light, otherwise known as Steve Schell and Matt Evans, with production by Chris Hayes. You can download that one from our bandcamp, which is linked in the show notes. We'll talk to you soon, family. Talk to you real soon.

[Various singers / voice actors]

I'm far away, so far away and there's nothing I can do Never meant to leave you there Dark eyes and sweet despair knowing there's nothing you can do in the fullness of the night Under a dread sky void of light My name upon your tongue you draw the blade Thy will be done as in the places deep beneath Will it ever bear with me? We found the place to dream our dream and now the world burns without screaming if you're thinking of tomorrow we're wasting all our time like waiting on the sunrise to turn water into wine I'm far away, far away and there's nothing I can do Never meant to leave you there Dark eyes and sweet despair Knowing there's nothing you can do I'm far away, so far away and there's nothing I can do Never failing to leave you there your guys are free to spare Knowing there's nothing you can do.

[Kristen Bell / Paige Desorbo]

Hey, I'm Paige desorbo, and I'm always thinking about underwear.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

I'm Hannah Berner, and I'm also thinking about underwear, but I prefer full coverage. I like to call them my granny panties.

[Kristen Bell / Paige Desorbo]

Actually, I never think about underwear. That's the magic of Tommy John.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Same. They're so light and so comfy. And if it's not comfortable, I'm not wearing it.

[Kristen Bell / Paige Desorbo]

And the bras? Soft, supportive, and actually breathable.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Yes. Lord knows the girls need to breathe. Also, I need my PJs to breathe and be buttery, soft and stretchy enough for my dramatic tossing and turning at night. That's why I live in my Tommy John pajamas.

[Kristen Bell / Paige Desorbo]

Plus, they're so cute because they fit perfectly.

[Laurie / Jessamine Rogers / other female characters]

Put yourself on to Tommy John.

[Kristen Bell / Paige Desorbo]

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[Brendan McDaniels]

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