Ariel: 'Romeo, Romeo, where art thou?' (Ariel looks at script, then at Kain who is standing across from her. Two days after everyone has received their parts, they are back at the theatre and practicing hard. Lights are being set up while the backgrounds and props are being moved about) Now that I think of it, Juliet is a love-lorn twit. I am nothing like her at all.

Kain: Really? But wasn't there someone called Nupraptor in your life, and you acted in the very same way about him? 'Oh, I love you, Nupraptor! I'll wait for you, for a day or a thousand years!' Doesn't that ring a few bells?

Ariel: Okay, that does it! Now I'm going to kill you! (Throwing the script down, Ariel charges at Kain, passes right through him the first time, then swings around and manages to assert her power in real-space for a moment, hitting him on the back of the head)

Director: People please stop fighting! I simply cannot have this right now! (Takes a long drag from a cigarette, fluffs out her hair and splashes the two with water)

Kain: Ahh! It burns, it burns!

Ariel: Serves you right. You have no reason to bring that up. I cannot work with Kain when he is acting like this to me; I shall be in my dressing room until he comes to apologize. (Floats off into the wings and leaves Kain standing on the stage fuming)

Umah: 'Romeo, thou should turn thy gaze from the stars and other heavenly bodies and focus ere your mind wanders on less auspicious topics.' There Vorador, how was that? (Both are off in their own corner and practicing. Vorador seems slightly confused about where he is while Umah is hogging the spotlight but then who can blame her)

Vorador: Good I guess. Where do I begin?

Umah: After me, line 95, the third page right here. (Points)

Vorador: 'Romeo, your mother states that you have lost your mind into the skies. Tell your father all, as womenfolk cannot understand what plagues us day after day'. Hmm, I can most defiantly agree with that.

Umah: What does that mean?

Vorador: Well, you see…Umm…After so much time has passed a man…Run Janos! Fly, fly away from the psycho Sarafan! (Both vampires turn to see Malek, still wearing his armour, chasing after Janos across the stage, screaming battle cries)

Malek: Cursed spawn, I will destroy you!

Janos: Aren't you suppose to practice with me? (Ducks under the sword, then jumps back at a quick thrust from the blade) All right, then I will start! 'Paris, my daughter is of a young and tender age and I wish to see her happily wed before my own life ends.' Well, that's very close to happening right now!

Malek: Oh, you think you're better than me with your lines, huh? 'Lord Capulet, thine daughter is like a blossom is spring, innocent and sweet. I humbly beseech that you give me her hand into marriage, I shall take good care of her and never leave Lady Juliet's side as long as she doth live.'

(Cut over to Rahab and Melchiah. Both characters never meet in the play until the very end, but they try to memorize their lines all the same)

Rahab: I can't believe I'm suppose to remember all of these lines. Why couldn't I just be the friar and that be that? I am the friar that brings them together, then I switch scenes and give Romeo the poison to kill him with, then I change back into the friar. Shakespeare obviously did not intend these two characters to be together for that friar should of ashamed of himself.

Melchiah: You think you have it bad; I have to wear a dress and make-up put my voice up high, like this. (Imitates a woman's voice as best as he can) See, I can't do it! 'Oh Lady Juliet, your father and I wish to discuss marriage for you. At such a tender age, such thoughts must be on your mind, 'tis only natural. And a match had been declared between you and Paris, the Count of…' where does he come from again?

Rahab: Like I'm going to remember that. I can't believe the friar is an evil poisoner.

Melchiah: Well, Dumah and Raziel have gotten into their parts quite easily. (Looks over at the first and third born sons, both fighting back and forth with rapiers)

Dumah: 'Aha, victory will be mine, Mercutio. Thou has sullied my family's name and my cousin's Juliet's honour for the last time. Say goodbye, friend of Romeo!'

Raziel: Dumah, not with so much strength! (Raziel's blade breaks, and Dumah's slides into his brother's left shoulder) AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! You idiot, you're not suppose to attack me like that!

Dumah: Yes, but Tybalt kills Mercutio, and the death should be…what is the word…stunning.

Raziel: You know Romeo kills you in the end. (Takes the rapier out of his shoulder and watches the wound heal)

Dumah: That's what you think. I am going to change the script at the last moment and survive, while I kill Romeo. (Director overhears and come onto the stage, her high heels making a horrible noise on the wood)

Director: Darlings, no true fighting until the play begins. Lord Dumah, you simply cannot go around and change a story that cannot be changed. In all of five hundred years since it was created, no one has been able to do that! (Blows smoke in Dumah's face) Understood? It is simply not done, no matter who you might be.

Dumah: That is what you think. But I will change it, if one has certain strength over…(Becomes silent at the look given to him by the middle aged woman) Yes ma'am, I will not change it.

Director: Good. Oh Lord Kain, a word with you. (Walks off and starts smoking another cigarette)

Raziel: You're going to try and change it, won't you? I know that look in your eyes, Dumah.

Dumah: Shut up and get back to the practice! Hey, hey, hey!! (Wolf whistles a beautiful young woman who is walking across the stage and tripping on her long white skirt. He goes over to help her up) If I must say, you are the best-looking girl here!

Zephon: SHUT UP!!! You're such an idiot; I am your brother Zephon! And I most defiantly do not swing that way!

Raziel: Hahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! (Holds sides while he laughs and even Dumah begins to laugh at the joke) Are you going to take up cross-dressing, Zephon? Cuz you look good.

Zephon: This is the culmination of over three hours of make-up and costuming. Besides, I think I have a good bust. (Looks down at the padding on his chest) Jealous?

Dumah: Not really, but I wish I had a camera. HEY, EVERYONE COME AND SEE ZEPHON!!

(Everyone does come over quickly to see the Clan lord, who is now hiding behind Raziel to not be so embarrassed)

Kain: I have no son!

Zephon: Father, this is only part of the costume! I am still your ever-loving son! Father, why won't you love me!!! (Begins to sob theatrically)

Rahab: Actually Zephon, I think you just found a hobby that is worthwhile pursuing!

Malek: Evil demon of the night! I will kill you! (Janos knocks Malek over the head and drags him off to cool down)

Melchiah: Zephon has breasts! Hahahahahahaha, Zephon is gay! I knew there was something about you that I couldn't figure out, but now the truth pops right out! Literally, they pop out. Get it, get it?

Zephon: This is the costume of the nurse, you idiot! And you'll have to wear the exact same thing when it comes time for you to get into costume! Oh look, here come the costume designers right now for you!

(Watches in mad glee as Melchiah is dragged off with a horrified expression upon his face. Zephon waves a handkerchief in his brother's direction, then turns back to the group)

Raziel: Hey, where's Turel?

Zephon: Getting his make-up on and hitting on all the women at the same time. Now if you people will excuse me, I must go and find Ariel to practice my lines with her. (Walks off with his butt weaving too and fro like a real woman would, arm extended out to the side just so)

Rahab: He scares me at times.

Turel: TA-DAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Prince Escalus has arrived in high style!

(Everyone looks up at Turel, who swings in on a rope attached to a sandbag. As he flips through the air and lands on both his feet, the sandbag falls onto one of the Sarafan. No one seems to notice, as there are tons of the guys to go around. Turel is wearing the height of fashion in the 16th century: A tight but puffy white shirt with a red satin vest over it, tight green leggings with knee high boots and a wide hat with a single feather stuck on one side)

Kain: (Whispering to Raziel) One has to feel very comfortable with himself to wear that get-up!

Turel: Just think, all of us guys will be wearing this outfit! Showing off our impressive legs and muscles to the fine ladies in the seats who will no doubt try to carry us off in the middle of the performance. Hey Romeo, you should see your costume. No holds barred, no corner cut!

Kain: You can't be serious!

Raziel: No, I've seen the costumes. We all wear something like that, except the 'girls'. Ariel's dress it really low-cut.

Kain: (Interested) Realllllyyyyyyyy!

Rahab: I just get to wear heavy robes for both my characters. Turel, is that outfit comfortable?

Turel: Just like wearing the tight leather pants that we always do, in fact it's SO comfortable that I think I might wear this all the time.

Kain: So how low-cut are the dresses for the women?

Dumah: Low enough. I am not going to wear tights, not with so many people around. I'll just wear my armour and clank around the stage, and then kill Raziel in a stunning battle that will truly show my prowess.

Kain: I must go and inspect Juliet's dresses, then.

Turel: I will come with you. (The two head off)

(Clapping comes from the seats and Raziel, Rahab and Dumah look in the direction of the sound. Mobieus is seated, a wide grin on his face with his feet propped up and hourglass and staff near him)

Mobieus: My, this is far more interesting that time-travel or watching my soaps at home. Tell me, do you think your brother is really gay?

Rahab: What would it matter to you? And just how long have you been watching us make fools of ourselves?

Mobieus: Long enough. Oh yes, I believe that I will come and see this play on opening night. It would prove amusing. Well, carry on about your work. I want to criticize you all. (Rahab walks off to see Umah and Vorador, but Raziel just can't back off from a fight)

Raziel: Go **ck off! Come back when the play is ready, you old man.

Mobieus: Now that's no way to talk to a Pillar! Show respect for your elders, young man or so help me I'll go up there and beat you with my staff.

Raziel: I'd like to see you try. You can't do anything right!

Mobieus: I could act better than you, Mercutio!

Raziel: Then why didn't you sign up when you had the chance? Tell me that, gramps!

(The Time Streamer's eyes dart back and forth for a few moments and sweat collects upon his brow)

Mobieus: I was busy.

Raziel: Yeah right. Loser.

Mobieus: All right, that does it. (Grabs his staff and rushes up the stage at the young Lieutenant)

Dumah: FIGHT!!!!!

(The director is standing in one of the wings, smoking another cigarette - surprise suprise - and just watches everyone start fighting over one reason or another. She doesn't bother to stop it; for it is much better that everyone gets it out of his or her system right now instead of on opening night)

Director: What a crowd I have. (Turns on sprinkler system to stop them. Vampires start screaming and running for the doors while the Sarafan and humans slip from one place to another in their boots and armour) But the ticket sales are phenomenal.