Lady Nosferatu II: Assembly of Blood
Dec 27, 2022 2:59:18 GMT
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Post by Alice Gemini on Dec 27, 2022 2:59:18 GMT
“The Mirrors in your mind can reflect the best of yourself, not the worst of someone else”
Alice sits like a statue on a small stool in front of her vanity where she stares into it but with a lack of reflection. She continues to stare, unblinking. The flickering from the fire in the wall sconce is the only sound that circles her stone bedroom. She lifts her hands and places them both in front of her on the vanity. She begins tapping slowly with her fingers in a rhythm that breaks the silence, yet her face remains completely relaxed. She stops tapping and in a split second, she rips the mirror off of her vanity and throws it against the wall, shattering everywhere. She inhales heavily through her nose and as she exhales the camera closes in on her eyes as she opens them. Her iris color again matched the color of blood, eerily beautiful.
She picks up a stray glass shard and clutches it tightly to the point her hand was now pouring blood. She looks over into the corner of her room which has a black cat sprawled out on a comfy velvety bed for itself. She walks over and nudges the cat lightly which causes it to open its eyes and reveal matching red eyes. She lifts her wounded hand up to the cat and allows it to lick up the blood and it does just that with a low purr.
“There you go, Prince Nero. You’re the best vampire kitty in the world, yes you are!” She pets Nero with her other hand as his purring intensifies. She pulls back and smiles widely at the cat. She buckles up her tall black gothic boots and swings her door open. She grabs a tied-up, gagged man lying to the side of her door and throws him into her room.
“Have fun, Nero!” Nero’s eyes dilate and he begins hissing at the man crying behind his gag. She closes the door behind her and the screams of the man can be heard behind the heavy clawing and growls.
Alice marches her way down the stone hallway with very echoed walking due to her boots. She arrives at the entrance of a massive door at the end of the longest hallway in her castle. She pushes it open with a dramatic creaking and air pushing against it. She enters the room and it looks to be that of an assembly room with several other vampires gathered around in their seats. Alice walks proudly to the center of the room which was circular shaped. She looks around at all of her followers with a smile.
“You are all my people, I want that to be known right now. Each and every one of you rides for me and would die for me and I would do the same for all of you because those who support me deserve only the very best. Days from now I have the battle of my life that I have no choice in winning because it’s the most important fight of my life up to this point and all of you are going to be integral in winning it. I don’t like having to do this because it brings out something in me that can’t be stopped once I’ve started. For all of your entertainment and for only the second time ever, I’m going to unleash my sick and demented side, the side that is even more ok with hurting people than I already am. I’m going to walk out there with the last thing those motherfuckers want to see. Alice Gemini “The Succubus” returns and she’s already had a taste of poor little Serenity and she’s ready for more.
I want to let it be known that I’m actually happy that Serenity was able to steal a win away from me. It was by the skin of her fucking teeth but she managed it and I couldn’t be happier for her. She inserts herself into this World Title match where she doesn’t belong and then she has the audacity to act as if she does. She forgets that I’ve beaten her three times in the past, one of which was in mere seconds. She gets one fluke victory and now she’s the shit huh? It seems I need to reintroduce her The Succubus anyways because the last time I showed her this entity that lives in me, she suffered the most heartbreaking loss of her career… until now.
Neither of us has won a World Title in our short careers and that very well will change because I have absolutely no intentions of leaving that building without the world title. Serenity will see nothing but her own fucking blood and she’ll go back to her worthless warthog of a boyfriend crying like she always does. Then after she’s done crying to Holden then you’d have to think that her shit-head father will show up complaining about whatever the fuck this time because that seems to be a recurring theme with these fuckers. Serenity does something good, Daddy gets mad, and Her and Holden argue with him. We restart the cycle after that because this is how Serenity has chosen to live her life. Winning the Cruiserweight championship in AW or not, all she does is complain and complain like a spoiled little bitch that didn’t get what she wanted Christmas morning.
Truthfully, I’m completely tired of having to deal with this cunt and her personal life interfering with her wrestling life constantly and if I’m the one who has to permanently shut her the fuck up then I’ll do so with the biggest fucking smile you’ve ever seen. I’ll rip her tongue out and chew on it like it’s just a piece of gum and I’ll make her smile and throw up the heart sign with her hands cause she is now and forever will be, my bitch.
Do you all know why I hate Serenity so much? Because we’re so much alike. It disgusts me to say that but it’s true! We’re both so young and we’re fighting to the death basically and loving it. What separates us though? It’s the fact that she’s fake, I don’t ever believe a single word she ever says about her struggles because it’s always a load of bullshit and I know better than to not feed into that shit but I know to manipulate what she says and reveal the truth about her and no one ever questions why she gets so angry and defensive about these things? All I do is expose who she truly is and she despises me for it and that gives me no better feeling. Showing all of you who Serenity Holmes truly is deep down is a reward in itself.
She has no business being a world champion let alone even being in a match of this caliber and I fully intend on proving that to be true. Since I've known her she has done nothing to show that she deserves this like I have! I have done nothing but improve my game and how good I am in that fucking god damn ring and I will without a shadow of a fucking doubt walk out of Toronto, Canada as the CULT motherfucking world champion while Serenity Holmes cries all the way home to her dad while she asks him “Why am I not good enough? Why can’t I just be Alice?”.
I asked you to bring it in Japan and you did but if that’s all you have to offer, you don’t stand a chance in fucking Hell, Serenity and you know that deep down in your soul that at the end of every single day for the rest of your pathetic and miserable existence, you’ll never be better than Alice Gemini, Bitch.”
The entire audience erupts into thunderous applause with blood being thrown into the air and the sky starts turning into a dark shade of red now with all of these other vampires now getting incredibly excited. Alice smiles with her arms spread out wide as her eyes transform into a completely black abyss now. She pulls out an orange canister from her dress and glares at it with a frown. She sees the pills slowly change colors to what are now just blood capsules. Her frown returns to a smile as she takes a pair of the pills out and crunches them with her fangs. Blood now sliding down her chin, she slowly and seductively licks the blood.
“But wait! There’s another piece of meat in the match and unfortunately for that fat worthless coomer, he somehow is holding the CULT Championship! It’s not the first time I’ve had to wrestle some fat cuck so why not make it another huh? They’re always the most fun to make fun of and berate with insults because I can call people like JD Driftwood any form of fat that I wanted and it’d apply cause what’s he gonna do, deny it?
JD Driftwood might just be the worst world champion in all of wrestling right now and there are a lot of promotions out there and yet this dip-spitting disgusting cocksucker sits in a lawn chair on his trailer’s porch with a championship that belongs to someone like me. Someone that gets the wrestling world talking, the fans talking and will do nothing but propel this promotion to even greater heights. With JD as champion that makes CULT look like some trashy backwoods bullshit and gives other rednecks hope that ‘hey, maybe I can win something too!’ That’s sure as fuck not what I want. I’m going to hurt this motherfucker and then he’ll know that I’m the Brutal Bitch of this place and I’m not to be fucked with. I’m sure he’ll try because he’s not an intelligent individual who understands social cues if you know what I mean. I’m going to drop HIM on his neck over and over because I could see myself becoming addicted to hitting the Gemini Killer on this ugly bitch. His neck is going to be dust by the end of this match and the end of this match is also going to call for the end of this wrong-turn-looking motherfucker’s career.
I like to hurt people! All of you know this because I do it… FOR ME! You can all watch and enjoy it but I hurt people because I enjoy it. It brings me joy that no one else can truly understand. The sort of people that bring me the most joy is going to be right the fuck in front of me and I may as well be salivating at the very thought of being able to bring so much pain and agony to Serenity and another disgusting fat hick!
This fat hick however has been able to pull off some upsets the past few months and seeing that happen drove me to fight more and more because since no one else wanted to do it, I’ll put him down like the animal he is. He’s nothing more than just that either, he’s just a dumb fuck animal that thinks he’s more than he is, and let me tell you right now, JD… You’re not fucking shit. Flukes happen all the time, ask Serenity, she knows all about them! Your entire existence is a fluke quite honestly because if that’s what you grew up to be then you really are just a waste of space. A vulgar pig that rolls around in the mud and drinks the nastiest beer you can imagine. You don’t deserve to be a world champion and that’s going to change and in the long run, it’ll be better for the both of us, maybe not for Serenity but she can go fuck herself.
JD, Serenity, You’re both just playing supporting roles in what is to finally be MY moment and I’ll be goddamned if I let either of you take it from me. I will lead DISRUPT into 2023, I will lead all of you into 2023, I AM wrestling in 2023 motherfuckers!”
The crowd erupts into an even louder positive reaction and some even transform into bats and begin flying around in excitement. Alice takes all of this in with her smile still coated in blood. Everyone cheers her name and proclaims their support for her. These were her people, the weirdos and the outcasts that no one thought would succeed. She is the conduit for so many people, young and old. She is the gothic icon that they needed. She is the Brutal Bitch.
Alice walks out of the Assembly room with a smirk as all of the other vampires are still going crazy and cheering for her. She walks down the same stone hallway with the same echo but no her eyes are still completely black and her smirk has yet to leave her face. She opens up to her room and sees Nero soaked in blood and passed out on his bed in the corner of the room again. The man she had thrown into her room for Nero had been completely mauled and cut up. He was very obviously not living any longer. She picks up the bloody body with ease and tosses it out of her room where he was to begin with to let the guards deal with clean up duty.
She picks up one of the glass shards that had still been lying there and she’s able to see her reflection in it somehow. She sees her eyes and instead of shock and horror she giggles and tosses the shard back onto the floor. She plops into bed and kicks her boots off. She stretches around on the cold covers as it feels good on her pale skin. She slowly runs her fingers through her very long hair while staring at her stone ceiling. The look of concern and unsure of how her match was gonna go was no longer present. She still smiles as she considers the outcome and on her face wasn’t a single thought of doubt but instead this time, a look of sheer confidence.
She sits back up and quickly rushes over to her vanity. She sits down on the stool and slides open one of the drawers and inside was the paint she had worn against Serenity when she defeated her for the AW Women's championship. She picks it up for the first time since then and unscrews the lid from the jar. She takes one finger with the paint and traces it down her forehead down to her chest and exhales deeply and throws her head back so that she stares back up at the ceiling. The Succubus was back.
“The Truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.”
