Red Wine And The Life Line.
"The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else". Umberto Eco
Most of the Monsters in your head can play tricks on you, some do not kill for the sake of it, For they are a jolly bunch of undead men and women. Drinking the night away to songs of past. True, a life here and there has to be taken to achieve this, but that is what they do, they are what you call a "vampire".
"For Crying out loud vlad, you going to sit down and start zis thing off? Vlad was 500 years old, and he looked his age, grey skin with blue around the eyes, matted grey hair and brown fangs. For someone who was undead, he looked bad!
Vlad was the judge for today`s Blood Drinking contest. Every full moon they would sit in the great hall and Judge - At today`s tasting there was Silvia Von Trap and "zit bag" Von Trap. and Count Bloodcrow. They all sat in the hall around a great big oak table, In front of them was a selection of bottled Blood. Vlad was standing at the end, Velcom! velcom! - I trust you no ze rules by now, each one of you vill take a sip an - - Ya ya we know ze rules Vlad Siliva said as she rolled her eyes - It was time to taste the first bottle, vlad went around the table and pored the beverage. Silvia was the first to take a sip, Oh ya very mild and woody she thought, The next to take a sip was "Zit bag" - Zit bag was what you called henpecked, Silvia had turned Zitty bonkers over the past 200 years. He was very thin and looked tired and warn out, if he could take a stake to himself he would, "Zit Bag took a sip. But there was nothing there, to Zit Bag, Blood was blood, like water was water, and shit was shit. The next was Count BloodCrow, he was a tall Vampire, strong and had the glow of youth, he was the oldest of them all, he has survived many a staking in his time, and sucked the nape of many a young virgin, Virgin blood was the best. clean and pure. " Hells Bells, zis is bad Bloodcrow roared!
"So are ve all finished! Vlad started to cough, a sort of green started to leak out of his mouth. But he started to proceed with the next glasses - Again, Silvia took the first sip, No no zis is bad, no taste! "Zit Bag" chucked his down..."Taste like blood he thought, The last was The count. "Not bad not bad with his nose pointed up in the air.
So now we move on to ze final Glass, Zis one is going to be a real treat. Please follow me - Silvia and gentleman. Silvia helped Zit Bag off his chair, She lead him tight by the wrist otherwise it was hard for him to keep up, he was being "Silvia handled", as he had been all his life.
They walked down the hall and came to a wooden door, "In here my friends is your last. Zit Bag started to fall asleep by this time, Silvia had to hold him up "You stupid old blood cell - Stand up and be a veal Vamp for once in you undead life - "So who should be ze first to take a sip? "We should let Zit Bag go in first Vlad said, He will take far less Blood from her neck on first bite, Zitty? Zitty!!! Wake up love, -" Silvia just chuck him in there the count said - I vill open ze door for you
The door opened and Zit Bag was chucked in the room. He slumped in the corner, eyes a daze, then he started to wake, there sitting on a small wooded chair was a young girl. She wore a white night gown, "Zitty, Zitty love!! This is your last taste test! He stood to find the girls crying, "Are you scared young girl? She was terrified, she just started to nod - I know how you feel young lady, You want to live, i can see it in your eyes. Again the girl started to nod her head. " I on the other hand want to die. "My child, i need you to stand up for me, can you do zat?, She started to slowly stand up. Zit bag took the chair and snapped of the leg. I want you to plunge this into my chest, I want you to set me free, "Vhat is taking you so long! Vlad shouted from outside the door, " Just getting my mouth moist Zit Bag Shouted back. This stake will be our Ticket out of here, a lifeline for you, and dust for me. With Panic she plunged the chair leg straight into his chest Zit Bag saw a bright light and then he was nothing more than dust.
Thank you so much Ositadimma!
you have read Christian scriptures and seen the humour. this story compels me to search my memory of childrens culture to recall the gospels in my adulthood. who would fear this hell? no one. but who would wish it? no one. Beautiful.
Osita