Here's a little piece I recently thought up of. It in the "train of thought" form, so bear with it, but it isn't that long. As the silly French say, Bon Appetite! Oh, I almost forgot: AR owns the vampires, but I'll let you figure out who they are. Enjoy!

"In his eyes, the sadness of the world."
-Christine, "The Phantom of the Opera"
Andrew Lloyd Webber

What…whe…where am I? What's that squishy feeling under me…oh…I guess I'll hafta change my pants….my whole wardrobe for that matter. What am I saying, whole wardrobe? YOUR WEARING THE ONLY CLOTHES YOU OWN, IDIOT!!! But it was a lovely thought. If only my missus wouldn't have left me…DAMN HER…I might be in a nice warm bed right now, with a good carpet at my side…maybe that whore down on Cock Lane is avail…nah, she's too old and dirty…Oh but that new apprentice she has…where the hell am I? Get up Charlie, get up…Can't spend the rest of your life on the ground…he, he, though you'd like to. Yeah, I used to be one for the ladies…look into that pool of water…yeah, a good looker I used to be…to bad you can't see it through all this gruff. Oh well, maybe my dear sister, Mary, would clean me up. Nah, she's too respectable to be seen with the likes of me…but, I could use a bath, and a new set of pants at least…Damn I smell like shit…When did that happen? Let's see, what do I remember? Oh, come on Charlie, get off the alley floor! There you go, old boy, there you…what street is this. Oh god, and its well into the night. Sure must have had a good time last night, eh old boy. Too bad you can't remember it…Now I really can't pester Mary again. She'd never forgive me this time…I mean for the last time…Really old boy, it was terrible of you to barge into that party last time, looking for her. I still feel the red on my face. DAMN HER…he, he…but that was good, old boy, stunning those upscale Londoners to see where Mary came from. I mean, our father was a public drunk, people should know that, and just because one of his children followed in his footsteps, doesn't mean…oh god, I must be drunk…what are you doing Charlie? Arguing her side? Well, Mary deserves it, really. She worked very hard for what she has. I would never want to see her down on Cock Lane. AND I'VE WORKED HARD FOR WHAT I HAVE!!! Which…is nothing. But Mary always takes care of me…We're family aren't we? Damn…if my missus hadn't left me! DAMN HER TO HELL! She was the only one who could take care of me…clean out your pants, Charlie. That a boy. Don't think of such bad things. They'll drag you down. Well, how much further down can you go, he, he. What was that? Was that a noise? Calm your heart, Charlie, it was only the rats. There, now that's done, at least. We can walk down the street without the squish! HA!…What I wouldn't give to have a little pussy right now…just a little. That's all I ask, God. I mean, if my wife would still be here, my little missus, I could get some any time I got horny. Damn little bitch, running off with that…what was that? Sounds like…footsteps. No, they're gone. Come on Charlie, let's get out of here. WOE…easy, old boy, don't fall down. Is that a hand on my shoulder? I could swear…well, I swear every damn day! I do swear, he, he, that no one was in this alley. What's that? Look down, Charlie, look down. It's a hand. Odd, I have never seen skin so white! It glows so…beautifully in the moonlight. And the nails, they are so shiny. Must be a woman…ah, a woman…only a delicate female would have hands so beautiful. Thin hand: yeah, a woman. What? Turn around? Who is this? A MAN? Do I know you? Oh, let me guess, I stole from you down at the tavern last night. No? Oh good, I was afraid….your eyes…so green….so very, very green….they're magical eyes. But what's that? Such soft, dark hair…I want to…Pull yourself together, old boy. RUN! No…don't run…I can't…those eyes…it's as if the sadness of the world rest within them…Pain…suffering…oh god…What's he doing? He's moving…Ow…the stars, their so bright, glorious…I forgive you…god, I wish I had had some little whore earlier…what's that sound? A beating heart?…where did the stars go? When did I go? Where am I? I'm in France…DAMN FROGS!!! No, I'm in the Colonies…No, I'm in Europe…pretty little girl, so pale is your skin…Don't cry…what's coming out of your eyes? Blood? Paris…What? Darkness…where am I? I'm so very, very tired…I want to sleep…NO! I can't!…I…must…fight…. I can't…fight…anymore…MARY!!!

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