Lady Nosferatu III: Believe What You Cannot
Feb 20, 2023 6:36:20 GMT
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Post by Alice Gemini on Feb 20, 2023 6:36:20 GMT
ACT 1: Chain of Memories
“It was really thoughtful of you to invite me here for supper, usually my last headmistress wouldn’t reward me with this much luxury. ”
You hummed and took the moment to savor the taste of every bite of food on your plate. While the noblewoman’s red eyes were glued onto you.
“The pleasure is all mine, my dear, it is an honor to have you as a guest here.”
You raised your head up to glance towards her, but a certain painting caught your attention instead. Displaying above the entrance of the corridors, was a portrait of a woman that was dressed very lavishly; but it was like gazing into a mirror, she looked just like you...
She seemed to quickly catch on to what you were so focused on, “Quite the painting isn’t it...?” Her soothing voice brings you out of your thoughts.
“O-Oh yes, it does look quite ravishing. I suppose that is your… mother?” You responded, just trying to keep it cool and just brush it off as a coincidence that a woman looks familiar to you.
“No. This was a woman I once called the love of my life. She was an outstanding woman with a heart of gold. The one I ever truly loved within this world.” She explained, seeming to become a bit caught in her own chain of memories.
You nodded in understanding, just wanting to be respectful of the moment before adding on to the conversation, “Well It is good to cherish those memories with loved ones."
She nods and takes the goblet within her grasp, raising it up to her lips to get a long sip of the red ‘wine’. “Correct once again, but...I also enjoy making new memories,” She sets down the glass and turns to face you directly, but you start to notice her eyes glowing a scarlet red, “The world has a way to make things happen, I once knew my wife would return to me...and she has.”
You raised a brow, trying to process what she had just said. Softly mumbling out, “I-I beg your pardon?”
“Oh mielul meu, I have been waiting a long long time for you to return back to me.” She slowly approaches and her crimson eyes seem to have a calming effect on you. Feeling yourself grow fatigue, as her arms were wrapped around you in a comforting embrace.
ACT 2: Suicide Note
Ya know, I don’t mind Jennie. She’s a stand-up girl who treats people how she’d like to be treated. That’s commendable and the attitude most people should likely take. However, I do and say what I need to and unfortunately for you, I’m not gonna waive that just because I think you’re hot or because we’ve never had a bad interaction with each other.
I’m the UNDISPUTED CULT New World Champion for a fucking reason.
I flip that switch and become who I need to so that I walk out of every match with my arm and head raised high and my opponent being covered in their own blood. Whether I enter as the Succubus Queen or not, I inflict vast amounts of pain that will never be forgotten in their lifetime. That’s just who I am though and it is never personal. Sometimes I say personal shit like Allen Chaney has a millimeter defeater or I saw some bitch named Tara Docherty dancing for change on the corner missing every last one of her teeth.
I say such vile and hateful things because receiving scorn and hatred from my opponent gives me strength. I scrape and suck every ounce of life you have left in your meaningless vessels so that I can stand at the top of this cult with no genuine adversaries and watch all of the lesser wrestlers drink the entirety of their cups of kool-aid. As that kool-aid enters their system, they fall one by one into what I now like to call 'Alicetown'. Except I won’t be drinking a single drop of kool-aid because I am immortal and all those cups are perfectly reserved for the ones who choose to not fall in line. The ones who believe they can step to me and thoroughly believe that they’ll be the one to shut me up for good.
I’ll never be silenced.
Especially not by the likes of Jennie Fenix. Poor girl has no idea what she’s gotten herself into by signing a suicide note that Mr. English lovingly wrote up for her to sign. Not so much a contract for the title but it’s a note to hand over to the police so that I don’t need to be taken to prison for what I plan on doing to you. Think of the movie Heathers, I’m going to brutally murder you and hide the body but because you signed your name on that suicide note, I’m going to walk a free woman and continue my reign as Undisputed New World Champion.
Crochet as many sweaters and blankets as you need before our match because I hope that it brings you comfort and puts you into a mindset of peace and relaxation. You deserve every moment of bliss you can before your last day on earth when Bangers and Mash arrives.
Your great make-up skills are gonna be wasted but at the very least you can add mortician to your list of hobbies because, on that day, you’ll be putting make-up on that pretty little face unknowing that soon it’ll be very cold and not a single drop of blood with be running through your veins. That’s because Alice Gemini and her superior make-up skills is going to leave you a lifeless corpse in the center of London.
ACT 3: Monster
Alice awakens in a sweat and looks around her room of stone and her eyes stop at her sleeping black cat. That brings her back down to reality and as that sets in, her shoulders slump down and her demeanor quickly shoots down negatively. She lays back down on her side and clutches a pillow into her chest. She tightly closes her eyes as she stuffs her face into the pillow. She sits back up after a few moments and sits off the side of the bed with her face in her palms. She stands with a huff and goes over to her wardrobe where she swings it open with a look of frustration on her face. Several minutes pass and Alice is fully dressed in her all-black gothic attire as per usual. She exits her room with haste and storms down the long stone hallway with every step of her boot echoing off the walls. She makes her way down every flight of stairs to the basement where the prisoners stay.
She enters the prison and every dirty afraid prisoner scurries against the furthest back wall they can when Alice slowly goes past their cells. She takes the key and walks up to one cell specifically that had one person alone with every limb individually chained to the wall. Alice gives them a smile and unlocks the door and as she steps through the prisoner attempts to struggle but is only able to barely move their head around. Alice, with both hands now behind her back, slowly approaches the prisoner with that devilish smile.
“I just want to talk, I promise.” Alice says gently while trying to catch the prisoner's gaze with her own.
The prisoner continues to struggle and now also refuses to acknowledge Alice’s presence.
“This only becomes difficult if you choose it to be, Beatrice.” The prisoner stops moving entirely at the mention of their name.
Alice approaches even closer, now only inches away from them. The prisoners' hair covers their face as they look down at the dank stone floor.
“Look at me. I want you to talk to me and I’ll leave you alone.”
The prisoner slowly raises their head and her beautiful brown eyes finally meet Alice’s.
“Then talk.” The prisoner says with a snarl.
“No need to be rude.” Alice chuckles with a wide smile that reveals her sharp and perfectly white fangs.
The prisoner breaks eye contact and shudders at the sight of Alice’s fangs.
“What’s wrong, Beatrice? Don’t like the fangs that were buried in your husband's neck? He’s one of my thrall’s now unfortunately and if I so please, I could send him down here and finish you off. I won’t do that though! Not only are you the last remaining vampire hunter, but you’re also the last vampire hunter that…” She leans in very close to her ear. “Slept with a vampire.” Alice backs away a few inches and that same smile returns to her face.
Beatrice shakes with anger and covers her face with her hair once again.
“I want you to know, I loved every second of it. I loved you. I can once more if you just accept this life and what I did was to better yours. I just want to spend my life with you and this is the best option. I could never stomach watching you die which is why I’m keeping you alive, why I’m keeping HIM alive.”
“You’re a fucking monster…” Beatrice mutters under her breath.
Alice’s eyebrows furrow and tilts her head to the side. She angrily grabs Beatrice by her chin and forces her to look back into her crimson-red eyes.
“Why must you be so fucking stubborn? This entire castle could be shared between the both of us! We can do whatever the fuck we want, we’d be fucking immortal! Yet you choose to continue hanging in this hellish prison for the sake of your what? Pride? For your man? Do you think I’m going to let him live either way? Paradiso is a big, strong, sexy, hunk of a man but I have no problem disposing of him because you’re all that’s important to me.”
“Shut… the FUCK UP!” Beatrice lifts her head back up and screams at Alice which sends her reeling back.
“This is love to you? Chaining me up out of jealousy? You just know that if I had known you were a vampire from the start, you’d be fucking dead right now. That’s on me, I’m in this hell because I fucked up. I don’t keep living for pride or for him. He’s dead… He’s dead and I’ve already accepted that. I’m fighting to stay alive because I deserve to be chained up and left to rot. I cheated on my husband for a goddamn vampire and that’s what got me caught? I’m a failure as a hunter and this is my punishment.”
Alice in a state of distress backs away from her and locks the cage back up. She gives Beatrice one more glance before turning away and walking off and all the rest of the prisoners begin to scurry again. She grabs a prisoner at random and takes a massive bite out of their neck and tosses them back in their cage with their cellmates screaming in horror.
ACT 4: A Fenix’s Flowers
It’s not like I don’t want to give Jennie her flowers because she will get them– at her funeral, sure - but she’s achieved a lot going from small promotion to small promotion winning their midcard championships and boosting her confidence to the point that she thinks she’s good enough to be a world champion. That could be true… somewhere else.
Jennie does a very good job at being the nice girl without letting someone like me get to her which is what separates her from Serenity Holmes. She can dance and laugh with as many children as she wants but that doesn’t change the direction she’s going. She’s destined to be one of those wrestlers that comes and goes while only achieving moderate success but not at the top of the card. She isn’t built to be a headliner or a draw for an event like this. I’m the big money mover and numbers drawer around here and everyone knows it.
I don’t feel fear or nervousness when I see your name with that 'vs' next to mine. You’re just a smiley, ditzy, little bitch. I’m not losing to you, honey and what I do fear is you taking what I say and what I do to heart and you do eventually pull the trigger and leave this world behind because you finally realized that you are nothing more than a worthless kid-friendly act that will never reach the level that I’m on right now.
We’re so similar in a way but also so different. We’re just women who love wrestling, make-up, music, and proving that we’re better than the men and we do just that! The shades of our palette and the tune of our songs are that difference though. Where you wear bright and pretty stuff I wear dark and evil leather. Where you listen to pop, I listen to metal. Where you smile and touch the kids’ hands when you come down the ramp, I make them flinch and laugh in their faces as they cry. Where you try to be bold and friendly with your competition, I talk down to them and make them feel lesser than dirt. Those are the differences we have, babe. Those are the reasons why I’m the fucking World Champion here and you’re not.
“A phoenix rises from the ashes to return to put a stop to the evil villain terrorizing the city and finally achieving their long-fought goals!” This Fenix is going to wither and fall right back into that pile of ash from where she came. No deeply sought-after achievement will be earned by Jennie on that day. Rather, just another statistic for me to add to my resume and say that I snuffed out another wrestler trying to play the role of the good guy.
Bad times don’t last but bad guys do. We always come out on top, Jennie. For the sake of that pretty face, don’t show up. I really don’t want to ruin it.
𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐
EPILOGUE(Post-Credit Scene)
“And the champions of The Challenge Season 38: Ride or Dies…”
“Listen, Nany deserved that win more than Tori. She’s fought her ass off for 12 seasons and that’s how she goes out? And that finale? What the fuck even was that? Made no sense, right?”
“Not gonna lie, Lissie… WHY wasn’t Aneesa running? Jordan should be a four-time champion right now and I’m extremely upset.”
Alice crosses her arms and pouts while sinking further into her velvety gothic couch. Her crimson eyes look around her stone room at everything but the tv. Lissie Hope laughs at Alice while petting Nero who was purring on her.
“No seriously, we could’ve outrun her by a mile and we’d be champions!” Alice yells as the camera zooms out, showing off her Vampiric castle during a dark and rainy night.
