12-04-2019, 02:39 PM
A Little Night Music Ch. 12
"Can you hear me, you peers and privy councilors?
I stand before you, naked to the eyes.
I will destroy any man who dares abuse my trust
and swear that you'll be mine.
The Seven Seas of Rhye."
-Queen, "The Seven Seas of Rhye"
Julie Andrews; no relation and/or affiliation whatsoever to Dame Julie Andrews, strutted onto the stage, wearing a white lace teddy to the crash of thunder at the opening of Concrete Blonde's "Bloodletting (The Vampire Song)," looking around occasionally, acting like someone might be stalking her onstage. When the tolling bells gave way to a beat, she bobbed her head to it, no longer seeming to care that someone might be following her.
She looked out at the audience, barely visible since all lights in the room were on her, and found the shape of the man she would be marrying in eighteen hours.
Troy Medina sat up front, a black plastic cape around his neck, and a big plastic medallion that Susan and Brenda, her two friends who'd participated in the first half of her show, had placed around Troy's neck with their fangs. The two nude women flanked him, pressing their bodies close to his and running their fingers through his hair; occasionally, gently turning his head so that Julie was the main focus of his vision.
The guitars joined the drums. Julie mouthed to the boy next door and her best friend for life "I want to fuck you forever, Master."
Troy mouthed back a "Fucking love you, Mistress," to the girl that, the next day, he'd fulfill the promise he'd made at the age of four to marry. He raised his hand toward her like Dracula in an old movie and said "Sleep!" Julie mimed her head being knocked back as if hit by something. When the song screamed, she looked back at him with unbridled lust as it kicked into high and she began her routine. She lost sight of him as all the lights turned to focus on her.
Contessa Helena de San Finzione entered the bar through the kitchen door. She'd bought the hotel earlier that morning, she was allowed everywhere. A Versace gown and her tiara made her stand out a bit in the t-shirt & jeans crowd that had gathered. Julie's invitation had said Casual Dress, and except for the tiara; which she'd brought as a whim, the $2000 outfit WAS casual for her.
Helen hadn't even expected the invitation. It took a while to get to her. So long that she was thinking of sending them a toaster next week, with a snide note about "I guess mine must have gotten lost." It turned out that Julie hadn't put her private mail code on the address; so the invitation got sorted into the castle's regular mail; and had only been found at the last minute. Since she couldn't get mad at Julie for the error being on her end, she decided to channel those feelings into the perfect Wedding Prank.
As Helena walked toward Troy, she saw Julie's dance on the stage, slipping the straps off her shoulders. The song got to the part about a crack in the mirror and a bloodstain on the bed. Julie's number was obviously a scene of her being seduced and turned by an invisible vampire, probably Troy.
Helen spotted a guy filming the routine on his phone and stopped. She took a card out of her purse and handed it to him, looking him in the eye.
"Keep filming and take this," she commanded him. "When it's over, email the video to the address on this card. Then tear up the card, delete your video, and forget you made it. I can't blame you for wanting to stroke to Julie later. Hell, that's what I'm going to do with your video; but this shit can't hit the internet, and you don't look smart enough to keep it to yourself. So, go ahead and remember every detail of her performance, but not the things I've told you to do. Forget I was here, too."
"Oh... ok, Helen," he nodded, and Helen realized she'd gone to high college with the guy. Dated him once or twice too. Nobody worth remembering. She also didn't correct him on the "Helen."
Being back in Anchorage, she knew everyone would call her Helen except Julie, so it wasn't a fight worth having. She could be Helen again until she got on her plane home. She left Nobody and approached Troy as Concrete Blonde informed the room that they were going to have a drink and walk around because they had a lot to think about, oh yeah.
"Can you hear me, you peers and privy councilors?
I stand before you, naked to the eyes.
I will destroy any man who dares abuse my trust
and swear that you'll be mine.
The Seven Seas of Rhye."
-Queen, "The Seven Seas of Rhye"
Julie Andrews; no relation and/or affiliation whatsoever to Dame Julie Andrews, strutted onto the stage, wearing a white lace teddy to the crash of thunder at the opening of Concrete Blonde's "Bloodletting (The Vampire Song)," looking around occasionally, acting like someone might be stalking her onstage. When the tolling bells gave way to a beat, she bobbed her head to it, no longer seeming to care that someone might be following her.
She looked out at the audience, barely visible since all lights in the room were on her, and found the shape of the man she would be marrying in eighteen hours.
Troy Medina sat up front, a black plastic cape around his neck, and a big plastic medallion that Susan and Brenda, her two friends who'd participated in the first half of her show, had placed around Troy's neck with their fangs. The two nude women flanked him, pressing their bodies close to his and running their fingers through his hair; occasionally, gently turning his head so that Julie was the main focus of his vision.
The guitars joined the drums. Julie mouthed to the boy next door and her best friend for life "I want to fuck you forever, Master."
Troy mouthed back a "Fucking love you, Mistress," to the girl that, the next day, he'd fulfill the promise he'd made at the age of four to marry. He raised his hand toward her like Dracula in an old movie and said "Sleep!" Julie mimed her head being knocked back as if hit by something. When the song screamed, she looked back at him with unbridled lust as it kicked into high and she began her routine. She lost sight of him as all the lights turned to focus on her.
Contessa Helena de San Finzione entered the bar through the kitchen door. She'd bought the hotel earlier that morning, she was allowed everywhere. A Versace gown and her tiara made her stand out a bit in the t-shirt & jeans crowd that had gathered. Julie's invitation had said Casual Dress, and except for the tiara; which she'd brought as a whim, the $2000 outfit WAS casual for her.
Helen hadn't even expected the invitation. It took a while to get to her. So long that she was thinking of sending them a toaster next week, with a snide note about "I guess mine must have gotten lost." It turned out that Julie hadn't put her private mail code on the address; so the invitation got sorted into the castle's regular mail; and had only been found at the last minute. Since she couldn't get mad at Julie for the error being on her end, she decided to channel those feelings into the perfect Wedding Prank.
As Helena walked toward Troy, she saw Julie's dance on the stage, slipping the straps off her shoulders. The song got to the part about a crack in the mirror and a bloodstain on the bed. Julie's number was obviously a scene of her being seduced and turned by an invisible vampire, probably Troy.
Helen spotted a guy filming the routine on his phone and stopped. She took a card out of her purse and handed it to him, looking him in the eye.
"Keep filming and take this," she commanded him. "When it's over, email the video to the address on this card. Then tear up the card, delete your video, and forget you made it. I can't blame you for wanting to stroke to Julie later. Hell, that's what I'm going to do with your video; but this shit can't hit the internet, and you don't look smart enough to keep it to yourself. So, go ahead and remember every detail of her performance, but not the things I've told you to do. Forget I was here, too."
"Oh... ok, Helen," he nodded, and Helen realized she'd gone to high college with the guy. Dated him once or twice too. Nobody worth remembering. She also didn't correct him on the "Helen."
Being back in Anchorage, she knew everyone would call her Helen except Julie, so it wasn't a fight worth having. She could be Helen again until she got on her plane home. She left Nobody and approached Troy as Concrete Blonde informed the room that they were going to have a drink and walk around because they had a lot to think about, oh yeah.
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