Chapter 5: Genghis Christ, Superstar!
"Down with the system!" The lady in the red dress shook her fist, her mouth forming an angry O-shaped cavern.
"Do you not hear? Do you not see?" He shook he head graciously, the head Volturi. He pointed his eyes towards Steve Cunningham, whose face lay in shadow underneath a jacket hood. "This man has brought us information without which we may not have been notified!"
"Foolish dunces! I cannot care about this crap!" The other lady swooned majestically, her royal blood in her veins. Her name was Georgia Roberta Swenson. She left the scene.
The head Volturi shook his head menacingly, then joked, "It looks like we have one less guest to take our foodstuffs!"
The crowd laughed, and they became sympathetic. His joke brought him down-to-earth, and he was one with the crowd. It was like what the guy said in the Gladiator: Win the crowd, and you win Rome.
Steve Cunningham brought forth his face. It was a traced face, as though by pencil. His lips formed a smooth lip shape underneath the bridge of his nose. His eyes darted back and forth, always moving, except for when they were focused on something. His cheeks formed ambient yellow planes underneath each of his almond eyes.
It began to rain. Small drops first, then large drops, and then larger drops. The sky was the dark grey of Hungarian basalt. The rain was ominous.
"My ancestors on my mother's father's side" said he, " were Vampires from the People's Republic. North Korea."
He smiled to hear the audience gasp. His lips twisted upward into a cunning grimace.
"Over there, we were called Kings, we were called Supreme Leaders. But I was chased away from my homelands by a Dutch foreign ambassador whose name I will not mention here" the audience was raptured, and he continues that "I was the second cousin's son of Kim Jong-il. I am… Steve Jong-il."
The crowd was shocked. The head Volturi hit the hammer on his podium bench. "Quiet!"
"When I came here, I took a new name. My new name is… Steve Cunningham."
The gasps of the audience echoed out audibly. A woman feinted, then fell. The legends were too much of a reveal. "Who was the Dutch foreign ambassador?"
"Genghis Van Helsing."
The silence, was imminent.
To be continued...