Excerpt of Letter- Miss Mary Saunders to her sister, Miss Ellen Saunders
Dear Sister,
You do remember that job opening I mentioned to you in my last letter? Well, Ellie, I decided to apply and am now a maid in that grand old house we always admired during our younger years. You may be thinking, "A maid? How dreadfully dull!" However, my dear Ellie, this job is far from dull. Why, it's like living in some sort of daytime television program, though all the action happens during the night.
This evening during tea, as a matter of fact, the most intriguing thing happened between two of the masters. Everything was quite quiet at the table, as I am told that most of the masters are not "on speaking terms" with one another, though one could hear a slight murmur at one end of the room. I could not quite tell what they, the Marquis de Lioncourt and Monsieur de Pointe du Lac, were saying to one another as they were speaking quite softly and in very rapid French. I did pick up a few words, though they don't make much sense. From what I could hear, it sounded almost like a lover's quarrel. Finally, the Marquis de Lioncourt looked wide-eyed at Monsieur de Pointe du Lac and gasped. He then proceeded to become quite distraught, as he gdfda rapidly fanning himself with his right hand while putting his left hand to his mouth, while making high pitched almost hiccup- like sobbing sounds, while red tears welled up in his purple eyes. He then gasped something along the lines of "You're breaking up with me?" in French, of course, and then continued to sob. Monsieur de Pointe du Lac tried to look away and mumbled something that sounded like "We were never going out." The Marquis then looked across the table at the Countess Karnstein and hiccupped, "You'd rather go with that. . .that. . .whore?" Monsieur responded by turning away from the Marquis, who then looked wide eyed at the rest of the masters at the table, who were now staring at the two, and sobbed, "Please excuse me." He then got up quite hurriedly from the table an quickly left the room, still hiccup-sobbing and fanning himself with his hand. The rest of the table went back to what they were doing, except for Prince Cel Frumos, who quickly got up to follow the Marquis. He was stopped by his brother, Prince Tepes, who grabbed his arm and pulled him back down into his seat, mumbling something in Romanian. I don't speak any Romanian, so I don't know exactly what he said, though I might have to learn if I want to survive in this house.
Well, the Monsieur continued to stare out the window for a few minutes and then quietly excused himself and quickly left through the other door, grabbing a book of matches off the mantle as he left. Reportedly he went outside into the snow, lighting a match and then tossing it over his shoulder, then lighting another and so on, as he walked away from the house.
No sooner had he left when Sir Varney began to whimper. He was quickly hushed by Prince Tepes. He had stopped whimpering, but tears began to spring up in his eyes and soon rabbits began to appear, hopping out of cups, the big clock, from behind mirrors, from out of vases, and one came up out of the Countess Karnestein's dress, knocking over a large goblet of blood, creating quite a large stain on the linen table cloth. She then flushed a very red color and got up to leave, with Lord Ruthven trailing after her. Everyone else at the table, including Mr. Spike and Prince Greenleaf, got up to leave, Prince Tepes leaving orders that any rabbits found in the room were to be put in the hutch out back until further notice.
Monsieur Jean Claude, one of our newest arrivals, took me aside after the scene at the table and inquired as to card playing on Thursdays. I told him that I knew nothing about Thursdays, though last Monday there was quite the Strip Poker rally. He nodded and strode away, muttering to himself about illness.
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Entry in a black bound "Diery."
Am plotting to kill Radu. Suddenly can't stand him. Don't know why. Am also terribly dizzy and very tired. I must be getting old. That's it. Old age. Must be it.
Varney came to me today. Said he was feeling ill. He sneezed a couple of times, conjuring sickly greenish rabbits which promptly flopped onto the floor and lay there unmoving. Told him to lie down and take it easy for awhile. Told the maids to bring him some spiced cruor soup when the get the chance.
Ruthven is being plagued by the "owls out his window." Don't wish to get into it, as don't quite understand it myself.
Carmilla is definitely moody recently, and taking it out quite hard on everyone aside from Ruthven. Even Varney is terrified of her, and the two of them get along so well most times.
Lestat has locked himself in his room, refusing to come out, but reportedly sobbing on and off. One maid has seen him while bringing up food and clean towels. Reports that he's a mess, all un-tucked and uncombed. No make up but the remnants of the mascara and eyeliner he was wearing the last night we saw him. Must be v. distraught as I haven't heard his rendition of "All That Jazz" coming from the bathroom early in the evening in quite some time.
Jean Claude has been looking nervous, asking fishy questions about how I run my coven. My coven is perfectly sanitary and healthy, mentally and physically. Don't know what he's yabbling about. Have threatened him numerous times, once with a spoon, but he still persists. He's crazy. I'm sure of it. If anyone is ill, it's him. Come to think of it, ever since HE came, things have gone downhill. Wonder if he has the flu. Better not get near him.
Spike is still talking to his piece of paper. It's very sad. Selene is starting to look paler and more angst-ridden than usual. Could be bad. Armand and Marius are back. Both seem a bit out of it.
Louis? Louis is gone. Don't know where he is. Haven't seen him since his blowout with Lestat. Will watch the news, see what's gone up in flames. As long as it's nothing important.
Am going now to kill Radu.
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(Note written hastily on a piece of memo paper)
Dracula-
I know what you did last night. Fifty dollars can keep the trap shut, if you catch my drift.
Yours,
Armand
(Reply)
Armand-
It would be wise of you to keep your trap shut anyway. It's not a secret.
Yours,
Dracula
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(Diary stained in cough syrup)
Woke in great pain today. Felt like heart was pierced. Heart was pierced. Thought pain was after effect of cough syrup, and stake protruding from chest was illusion. Went downstairs to grab a glass before anything else, as had arisen later than usual and felt drained. Stumbled into dining room. Carmilla screamed. Everyone stared at me as though I was unexpected, with mouths open. Was about to pass out from lack of blood. Had circles under eyes that were v. dark. Looked like death reincarnated. Saw reflection in special mirror that hangs above the fireplace. Saw bloody cloak. Looked at table. Passed out.
Came to. Felt very dizzy. Saw brother standing over me. He was saying something, cant remember what. His eyes were tearing up. He was apologizing. Said he was sorry for killing me. Said he'd felt remorse since hitting the hammer, which was why he didn't hit me all the way through. And left my head on. Asked him if he would be kind enough to remove his handiwork. Or if he couldn't, at least find someone who could. Was given some sort of medication by strange man in a lab coat. Tasted better than cough syrup and worked quicker. Passed out.
Came to. Right now am not where I was. Bright lights and white walls. Not in coffin. Needle in arm connected to blood bag. Cold. People rushing back and forth. Want to drink blood. Considering biting blood bag.
Have been given another medication. Was told that it would make me pass out again. It still isn't work----(ink blots)
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Dear Sister,
You do remember that job opening I mentioned to you in my last letter? Well, Ellie, I decided to apply and am now a maid in that grand old house we always admired during our younger years. You may be thinking, "A maid? How dreadfully dull!" However, my dear Ellie, this job is far from dull. Why, it's like living in some sort of daytime television program, though all the action happens during the night.
This evening during tea, as a matter of fact, the most intriguing thing happened between two of the masters. Everything was quite quiet at the table, as I am told that most of the masters are not "on speaking terms" with one another, though one could hear a slight murmur at one end of the room. I could not quite tell what they, the Marquis de Lioncourt and Monsieur de Pointe du Lac, were saying to one another as they were speaking quite softly and in very rapid French. I did pick up a few words, though they don't make much sense. From what I could hear, it sounded almost like a lover's quarrel. Finally, the Marquis de Lioncourt looked wide-eyed at Monsieur de Pointe du Lac and gasped. He then proceeded to become quite distraught, as he gdfda rapidly fanning himself with his right hand while putting his left hand to his mouth, while making high pitched almost hiccup- like sobbing sounds, while red tears welled up in his purple eyes. He then gasped something along the lines of "You're breaking up with me?" in French, of course, and then continued to sob. Monsieur de Pointe du Lac tried to look away and mumbled something that sounded like "We were never going out." The Marquis then looked across the table at the Countess Karnstein and hiccupped, "You'd rather go with that. . .that. . .whore?" Monsieur responded by turning away from the Marquis, who then looked wide eyed at the rest of the masters at the table, who were now staring at the two, and sobbed, "Please excuse me." He then got up quite hurriedly from the table an quickly left the room, still hiccup-sobbing and fanning himself with his hand. The rest of the table went back to what they were doing, except for Prince Cel Frumos, who quickly got up to follow the Marquis. He was stopped by his brother, Prince Tepes, who grabbed his arm and pulled him back down into his seat, mumbling something in Romanian. I don't speak any Romanian, so I don't know exactly what he said, though I might have to learn if I want to survive in this house.
Well, the Monsieur continued to stare out the window for a few minutes and then quietly excused himself and quickly left through the other door, grabbing a book of matches off the mantle as he left. Reportedly he went outside into the snow, lighting a match and then tossing it over his shoulder, then lighting another and so on, as he walked away from the house.
No sooner had he left when Sir Varney began to whimper. He was quickly hushed by Prince Tepes. He had stopped whimpering, but tears began to spring up in his eyes and soon rabbits began to appear, hopping out of cups, the big clock, from behind mirrors, from out of vases, and one came up out of the Countess Karnestein's dress, knocking over a large goblet of blood, creating quite a large stain on the linen table cloth. She then flushed a very red color and got up to leave, with Lord Ruthven trailing after her. Everyone else at the table, including Mr. Spike and Prince Greenleaf, got up to leave, Prince Tepes leaving orders that any rabbits found in the room were to be put in the hutch out back until further notice.
Monsieur Jean Claude, one of our newest arrivals, took me aside after the scene at the table and inquired as to card playing on Thursdays. I told him that I knew nothing about Thursdays, though last Monday there was quite the Strip Poker rally. He nodded and strode away, muttering to himself about illness.
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Entry in a black bound "Diery."
Am plotting to kill Radu. Suddenly can't stand him. Don't know why. Am also terribly dizzy and very tired. I must be getting old. That's it. Old age. Must be it.
Varney came to me today. Said he was feeling ill. He sneezed a couple of times, conjuring sickly greenish rabbits which promptly flopped onto the floor and lay there unmoving. Told him to lie down and take it easy for awhile. Told the maids to bring him some spiced cruor soup when the get the chance.
Ruthven is being plagued by the "owls out his window." Don't wish to get into it, as don't quite understand it myself.
Carmilla is definitely moody recently, and taking it out quite hard on everyone aside from Ruthven. Even Varney is terrified of her, and the two of them get along so well most times.
Lestat has locked himself in his room, refusing to come out, but reportedly sobbing on and off. One maid has seen him while bringing up food and clean towels. Reports that he's a mess, all un-tucked and uncombed. No make up but the remnants of the mascara and eyeliner he was wearing the last night we saw him. Must be v. distraught as I haven't heard his rendition of "All That Jazz" coming from the bathroom early in the evening in quite some time.
Jean Claude has been looking nervous, asking fishy questions about how I run my coven. My coven is perfectly sanitary and healthy, mentally and physically. Don't know what he's yabbling about. Have threatened him numerous times, once with a spoon, but he still persists. He's crazy. I'm sure of it. If anyone is ill, it's him. Come to think of it, ever since HE came, things have gone downhill. Wonder if he has the flu. Better not get near him.
Spike is still talking to his piece of paper. It's very sad. Selene is starting to look paler and more angst-ridden than usual. Could be bad. Armand and Marius are back. Both seem a bit out of it.
Louis? Louis is gone. Don't know where he is. Haven't seen him since his blowout with Lestat. Will watch the news, see what's gone up in flames. As long as it's nothing important.
Am going now to kill Radu.
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(Note written hastily on a piece of memo paper)
Dracula-
I know what you did last night. Fifty dollars can keep the trap shut, if you catch my drift.
Yours,
Armand
(Reply)
Armand-
It would be wise of you to keep your trap shut anyway. It's not a secret.
Yours,
Dracula
********
(Diary stained in cough syrup)
Woke in great pain today. Felt like heart was pierced. Heart was pierced. Thought pain was after effect of cough syrup, and stake protruding from chest was illusion. Went downstairs to grab a glass before anything else, as had arisen later than usual and felt drained. Stumbled into dining room. Carmilla screamed. Everyone stared at me as though I was unexpected, with mouths open. Was about to pass out from lack of blood. Had circles under eyes that were v. dark. Looked like death reincarnated. Saw reflection in special mirror that hangs above the fireplace. Saw bloody cloak. Looked at table. Passed out.
Came to. Felt very dizzy. Saw brother standing over me. He was saying something, cant remember what. His eyes were tearing up. He was apologizing. Said he was sorry for killing me. Said he'd felt remorse since hitting the hammer, which was why he didn't hit me all the way through. And left my head on. Asked him if he would be kind enough to remove his handiwork. Or if he couldn't, at least find someone who could. Was given some sort of medication by strange man in a lab coat. Tasted better than cough syrup and worked quicker. Passed out.
Came to. Right now am not where I was. Bright lights and white walls. Not in coffin. Needle in arm connected to blood bag. Cold. People rushing back and forth. Want to drink blood. Considering biting blood bag.
Have been given another medication. Was told that it would make me pass out again. It still isn't work----(ink blots)
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