Bordello of Blood, Part Five!
So we continue on! As a quick reminder to those who haven't been keeping up, here are the past four installments:
Opening Gate
Bread
Antipasta
Soup
Bear in mind that this is what I remember from practice, and what I overhear from backstage. I'm DEAD, and I don't get to watch this bit of it.
So once again, the male vampires slide into hiding amongst the shadows, Sebastian and Helmut creeping along towards the back end of the feasting Hall as the whores proceed upward towards the main stage. Belle alone remains in back, holding the chalice aloft, crowing at the quickly-arriving moment of triumph in which the Ancient One will recieve the power to rule over all vampire kind.
"I do declare!" Helmut pipes up in a mockery of Belle's deep southern accent, before snatching the relic right out of her shocked hands. "I believe I'LL be taking this!"
"And I will be taking this," Sebastian chuckles, seizing Belle by the hair and forcing her back into a kiss. The other whores shriek with rage, the Ancient One demanding the return of her chalice...too late. It is already in Vlad's hands.
It is not too late, even now, he tells her, entreating her to remember how they once ruled the lands in fear, together, that those days could be theirs once again, if only she would return to his side.
"Never!" she hisses, and Vlad's face turns venomous as he curses her for a filthy whore. "This isn't over!" she assures him."
"It is...for me." And with that, Vlad spills the bloody contents of the chalice across the floor, provoking a howl of rage from the Ancient One as the males turn to leave.
Sebastian and Helmut, it seems, have earned a little extra company. The blue-clad vampire, Angela, and Thalia, have come to the aid of their sister, cheap-shotting both men and taking them prisoner in short order.
Olive cheerfully inquires as to their fate, which the Ancient One promises to be quite horrific, as the two are dragged away, reeling. Punishment seems to be in good supply this night...since Filth admitted to letting the vampires in in the first place, his station is to be lowered to that of a maniac, and the Madame proceeds to crush his mind, before his brother's horrified eyes.
Ancel is then allowed to fufil his offer of "taking his brother's place", becoming the new keeper of the maniacs and servant to the Ancient One and her household. Using a pendant the Ancient One wears around her throat, his soul is bound, painfully, to the Bordello.
Ancel cries out pitiously as the chain falls around his neck, crying out that he must see Paradise. The whores, in unison and glee, reply, "THERE IS NO PARADISE!" before falling into laugher, and allowing Ancel to crawl defeatedly to their feet.
Here, the two male vampires, stripped of most of their garb, are lead back in.
Ally smirks over Sebastian, who keeps his chin high, proud, and says nothing. Bridget, meanwhile, taunts Helmut, who scathingly replies "Oh yes, you really send a shiver down my spine! I've nothing to fear from you bitches, not so long as Vlad lives!"
"What makes you think he's going to last much longer than you, dear?" she croons, before looking to the Ancient One. She and the Madame both smile, lifting their hands, and, with an upward jerk, the vampire's eyes grow wide, mouths agape. Several more tugs, and a splurt of blood later, they collapse, leaving the girls holding up bloody spines in their hands.
"Guess he was a spineless bastard after all!" Bridget laughs, as the spines are passed around for the whores to savour, one thrust into the mouth of poor Ancel, who looks like he's about to puke.
But he doesn't know how much worse it's going to get. Now there are two spare bodies lying about, and once again, it is left to the maniacs and their keeper to "clean up".
Filth assisting in unchaining the two attached to the poles, they descend upon their gruesome meal, devouring them as they had for Dmitri.
"Madame," he chokes out over a mouthful of blood. "It is done!" It is an eerie mirror of his brother only a few scenes before, now all three maniacs raising their heads and grinning through the bits and gore.
Now, fittingly enough, the main course is to be served. Bridget orders the servers out as the whores are to be given more "wine", Ancel scurrying about to fetch their glasses.
The Ancient One proposes a toast, to which all whores raise their glasses. Meanwhile, Anton has been steadily creeping down the MIDDLE AISLE (God, dumb blond for sure), taking hold of Filth's hand and attempting to creep back up, when the Ancient One spots him.
"You cannot escape!"
Anton STOPS and turns, and the lights flash off for eight seconds. When they return, a nearly-nude Anton is now spread across the whore's table...obviously meant to be THEIR main course.
And the toast is now given: To the men in our lives, the ones coming and the ones going...coming more often than not. They proceed to snack on him a while, before the Ancient One orders them to stop...she has a special plan for this one.
Hoisting the poor boy up and off stage, the whores exit as the Maestro announces Intermission. A scream echoes from offstage, and scrambling in, newly broken, is Maniac!Anton. Or as we like to call him, Muffin.
While the whores are away, the maniacs play, roaming the tables and entertaining the crowd, spatting with each other, performing tricks, and generally being lovable.
Well...sort of.
Well, come on, if THIS came creeping up to your table, wouldn't you want to pet it and feed it and keep it forever?
"Muffin can have dessert?" "No, Muffin IS dessert." Muffin hides. Muffin is the most fucking adorable thing on this Earth.
But yes. Fun had by all. Take your restroom breaks now, because it's all going downhill from here. Especially if you're not one of us cool dead people, chilling backstage. Because we're too cool for you. And also eating your dessert. Uh huh.
Opening Gate
Bread
Antipasta
Soup
Bear in mind that this is what I remember from practice, and what I overhear from backstage. I'm DEAD, and I don't get to watch this bit of it.
So once again, the male vampires slide into hiding amongst the shadows, Sebastian and Helmut creeping along towards the back end of the feasting Hall as the whores proceed upward towards the main stage. Belle alone remains in back, holding the chalice aloft, crowing at the quickly-arriving moment of triumph in which the Ancient One will recieve the power to rule over all vampire kind.
"I do declare!" Helmut pipes up in a mockery of Belle's deep southern accent, before snatching the relic right out of her shocked hands. "I believe I'LL be taking this!"
"And I will be taking this," Sebastian chuckles, seizing Belle by the hair and forcing her back into a kiss. The other whores shriek with rage, the Ancient One demanding the return of her chalice...too late. It is already in Vlad's hands.
It is not too late, even now, he tells her, entreating her to remember how they once ruled the lands in fear, together, that those days could be theirs once again, if only she would return to his side.
"Never!" she hisses, and Vlad's face turns venomous as he curses her for a filthy whore. "This isn't over!" she assures him."
"It is...for me." And with that, Vlad spills the bloody contents of the chalice across the floor, provoking a howl of rage from the Ancient One as the males turn to leave.
Sebastian and Helmut, it seems, have earned a little extra company. The blue-clad vampire, Angela, and Thalia, have come to the aid of their sister, cheap-shotting both men and taking them prisoner in short order.
Olive cheerfully inquires as to their fate, which the Ancient One promises to be quite horrific, as the two are dragged away, reeling. Punishment seems to be in good supply this night...since Filth admitted to letting the vampires in in the first place, his station is to be lowered to that of a maniac, and the Madame proceeds to crush his mind, before his brother's horrified eyes.
Ancel is then allowed to fufil his offer of "taking his brother's place", becoming the new keeper of the maniacs and servant to the Ancient One and her household. Using a pendant the Ancient One wears around her throat, his soul is bound, painfully, to the Bordello.
Ancel cries out pitiously as the chain falls around his neck, crying out that he must see Paradise. The whores, in unison and glee, reply, "THERE IS NO PARADISE!" before falling into laugher, and allowing Ancel to crawl defeatedly to their feet.
Here, the two male vampires, stripped of most of their garb, are lead back in.
Ally smirks over Sebastian, who keeps his chin high, proud, and says nothing. Bridget, meanwhile, taunts Helmut, who scathingly replies "Oh yes, you really send a shiver down my spine! I've nothing to fear from you bitches, not so long as Vlad lives!"
"What makes you think he's going to last much longer than you, dear?" she croons, before looking to the Ancient One. She and the Madame both smile, lifting their hands, and, with an upward jerk, the vampire's eyes grow wide, mouths agape. Several more tugs, and a splurt of blood later, they collapse, leaving the girls holding up bloody spines in their hands.
"Guess he was a spineless bastard after all!" Bridget laughs, as the spines are passed around for the whores to savour, one thrust into the mouth of poor Ancel, who looks like he's about to puke.
But he doesn't know how much worse it's going to get. Now there are two spare bodies lying about, and once again, it is left to the maniacs and their keeper to "clean up".
Filth assisting in unchaining the two attached to the poles, they descend upon their gruesome meal, devouring them as they had for Dmitri.
"Madame," he chokes out over a mouthful of blood. "It is done!" It is an eerie mirror of his brother only a few scenes before, now all three maniacs raising their heads and grinning through the bits and gore.
Now, fittingly enough, the main course is to be served. Bridget orders the servers out as the whores are to be given more "wine", Ancel scurrying about to fetch their glasses.
The Ancient One proposes a toast, to which all whores raise their glasses. Meanwhile, Anton has been steadily creeping down the MIDDLE AISLE (God, dumb blond for sure), taking hold of Filth's hand and attempting to creep back up, when the Ancient One spots him.
"You cannot escape!"
Anton STOPS and turns, and the lights flash off for eight seconds. When they return, a nearly-nude Anton is now spread across the whore's table...obviously meant to be THEIR main course.
And the toast is now given: To the men in our lives, the ones coming and the ones going...coming more often than not. They proceed to snack on him a while, before the Ancient One orders them to stop...she has a special plan for this one.
Hoisting the poor boy up and off stage, the whores exit as the Maestro announces Intermission. A scream echoes from offstage, and scrambling in, newly broken, is Maniac!Anton. Or as we like to call him, Muffin.
While the whores are away, the maniacs play, roaming the tables and entertaining the crowd, spatting with each other, performing tricks, and generally being lovable.
Well...sort of.
Well, come on, if THIS came creeping up to your table, wouldn't you want to pet it and feed it and keep it forever?
"Muffin can have dessert?" "No, Muffin IS dessert." Muffin hides. Muffin is the most fucking adorable thing on this Earth.
But yes. Fun had by all. Take your restroom breaks now, because it's all going downhill from here. Especially if you're not one of us cool dead people, chilling backstage. Because we're too cool for you. And also eating your dessert. Uh huh.