Thais Hostel VI: A Dance With Death

[Midnight Slayer]

Previous entries in the series:

Thais Hostel: The Murder of Annie White
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Thais Hostel II: Owin's Revenge
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Thais Hostel III: The Black Chariot
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Thais Hostel IV: Black Clouds
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Thais Hostel V: Black Hearts
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Thais Hostel VI: A Dance With Death
By Master Slayer / Midnight Slayer
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[Natalie graciously walks out onto the stage in a fancy ball gown.]

Natalie Nightcourt: Will he be here? I wonder.

[She’s holding a black rose in her hand.]

Natalie Nightcourt: No, I think not.

[She plucks a petal from the Rose and tosses it.]

Natalie Nightcourt: What would I say? What would I do?

[She pauses in place.]

Natalie Nightcourt: What could I do?!

[She paces back and forth nervously then closes her eyes.]

Natalie Nightcourt: He is only a dream. A nightmare of a dream. Will he take me away?

[Phoebe Monroe enters the stage. She steps onto the (set-piece) balcony to see Natalie.]

Phoebe Monroe: My dear, are you alright? It’s freezing! Won’t you come inside to the ball?

[Natalie opens her eyes and masks her worry.]

Natalie Nightcourt: The champagne. It bothers me at times. I needed some air.

Phoebe Monroe: What is this in your hand?

Natalie Nightcourt: Oh, this?

[Natalie shows Phoebe her black rose and grins.]

Natalie Nightcourt: This is for who chooses to dance with me tonight.

Phoebe Monroe: Has anyone at the ball caught your eye?

[Natalie walks to the center stage teasing the crowd.]

Natalie Nightcourt: Yes.

Phoebe Monroe: Well, go on. Who is it?

[Natalie turns her back to the crowd and walks to Phoebe.]

Natalie Nightcourt: Tall, dark… mysterious.

Phoebe Monroe: Mysterious? Tell me more.

Natalie Nightcourt: I dream about him.

Phoebe Monroe: It sounds as if you have serious feelings for this one.

Natalie Nightcourt: Sometimes, he scares me nearly to death.

Phoebe Monroe: It can feel that way when someone is that close to you.

Natalie Nightcourt: To be fair, we have never spoken.

Phoebe Monroe: Is he the one?

[Phoebe points to a man in the audience.]

[Natalie turns away too shy to look.]

[Phoebe speaks out to him.]

Phoebe Monroe: Good sir, what is your name?

Audience Member: Henry.

Phoebe Monroe: Henry, come to me please.

[The audience member walks through the rows of seats to the stage.]

Phoebe Monroe: You are more dashing and handsome up close!

[Phoebe looks over to Natalie and smiles.]

Natalie Nightcourt: Even delicious, I would say.

Phoebe Monroe: Natalie! Behave yourself, darling.

Henry: Natalie…?

Natalie Nightcourt: Nightcourt.

Henry: Natalie Nightcourt, you won’t be leaving soon, will you?

Natalie Nightcourt: Well, the night is still young.

Henry: This rose, in your hand, who is it for?

Natalie Nightcourt: For you, if you accept.

[Natalie holds out the Rose for Henry.]

Natalie Nightcourt: Shall we dance?

[Henry accepts the black rose and the two walk to the right of the stage.]

[Phoebe exits the stage.]

[Natalie and Henry share a slow dance on the (set-piece) ballroom floor.]

[Moments later, a grim reaper enters the left stage.]

[The grim reaper watches them menacingly as they dance.]

Natalie Nightcourt: The nightmare. He is more than a dream, you know?

Henry: I don’t understand. Is something wrong?

[The grim reaper walks across the stage towards them.]

[Henry’s back is turned to the approaching threat.]

Natalie Nightcourt: I swear to you! I can see him.

Henry: You are starting to scare me. Are you alright?

[Henry sees the fear in Natalie’s eyes and turns around.]

Natalie Nightcourt: You can see him too?!

Henry: This can’t be real.

[The reaper reveals a scythe from behind his back as he comes closer.]

Henry: I won’t let him take you away.

Natalie Nightcourt: Do you promise?

[Natalie stands closely behind Henry.]

Henry: You leave her alone! You hear me?!

[Natalie whispers in his ear.]

Natalie Nightcourt: Oh, he’s not here for me, darling.

[She licks the side of his neck.]

Natalie Nightcourt: He’s here for you.

[Natalie grabs Henry and sinks her fangs into his throat.]

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The audience is stunned, horrified, and some are confused.

They gasp and watch as Natalie takes him down to the floor.

She gnarls violently while devouring poor Henry.

One viewer leans over to another and asks, “Is this real?”.

Another is standing with her hand over her mouth in disbelief.

Henry is unable to scream as Natalie rips the flesh from his neck.

“Is this part of the play?” someone asked aloud.

Many Red Rose members are highly concerned.

The play is interrupted.

Drarice Blackheart: Marziel!

Drarice stands at the theater entrance with several Red Legion guards.

Marziel removes his reaper mask.

Marziel: You dare interrupt my play?

Drarice Blackheart: This man is a murderer!

Several viewers in the audience gasp and shun Marziel.

Drarice Blackheart: He attempted to take the life of Elenore Silverhand!

An audience member next to Annie in the front row leans closer.

She touches a small river of blood dripping from the stage.

She lets out a heart wrenching scream.

“This is real blood! She killed him! She actually killed him!”.

Marziel lets out a high-pitch whistle that echoes in the distance.

A rumbling can be felt from the ground drawing closer.

“What is that?” one asks, terrified in his seat.

Marziel: Survival! It is in our blood!

Hordes of vampires come charging forward out of the shadowed forests.

Red Legion guards are ambushed and attacked outside the theater.

They claw at them, and smash through barriers seething for blood.

Waves of them sprawl over the outer walls.

Screams from the audience pour out.

Cloaked and disguised vampires were hiding among the crowd.

The black clouds above slightly reveal a blood red moon.

Owin plows through inquisitors at the west exit.

The enraged wereboar mangles and tosses their bodies.

He is killing all in his path while barreling towards the theater.

A thunderous roar in the clouds is followed by pouring rain.

Marziel hurls his scythe down one of the middle rows of the crowd.

The scythe cuts through the night’s rain slicing limbs along the way.

The blade brutally slams through a man’s chest killing him instantly.

Annie and Midnight are in shock from the chaos around them.

Midnight calls for Slayer but hears no response.

Marziel sees the Blackhearts and Roses making a move on him.

He pulls Annie from her seat in the front row onto the stage.

Marziel holds a blood stained knife to Annie’s neck taunting her.

Marziel: Shall we dance?

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-MS-

[Olfer Caemorius]

What a nice read, Midnight Slayer.

I'm reading this for the first time and for sure I'll read the others chapters mentioned before.

Keep writing!

[Midnight Slayer]

What a nice read, Midnight Slayer.

I'm reading this for the first time and for sure I'll read the others chapters mentioned before.

Keep writing!

I see this is your first post. Welcome!

I'm glad to see my story has caught your attention.

Thank you, Caemorius! :)

-MS-