[The story is based on Anne Rice's Interview With The Vampire the AMC series]
During the 1870s and '80s, it gave rise to the Industrial Revolution which paved way to the concept of capitalism dominated by social elites: the aristocrats - who played...
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AH, A CONNOISSEUR OF DARK TALES, seeking the tragic and mournful stories that adorned the pages of the newspaper. Indulging in the misfortunes of others was quite my taste, I might say.
As I perused through those somber headlines and agonizing articles, I found myself enthralled by the intricate dance of despair. Like a twisted waltz orchestrated by fate, tragedy unfolds its grandeur, captivating my soul with its macabre beauty. Since it was I who drew their fate.
Written there was the events last night at the ball. Though, it didn't talk about the aesthetic of the party, nor the upcoming wedding of two insufferable aristocrats; it talked about most of the guests catching an awful blistering rash followed by headaches and abdominal cramps. There's no doubt they're the people I tried to socialize with closely - whom I hugged and touched with my Scheele green ballgown loaded with copper arsenite, one of the poisonous elements to have ever been discovered. It had been a secret ingredient to green dye, and not many knew that. But I wanted it to be more impactful, so I added extra drops of arsenic on the fabric.
Wicked? Not really. They're just having an extreme allergic reaction. It's not like they're dead. Yet. I was still figuring that out yet. But with Mister Camden, the mayor's lawyer, he would wish he were dead. Like what I told him to do, he admitted himself to the authorities for "killing" his wife, Martha - who was by the way found stashed in a barrel of wine with a huge wound around her neck, thanks to Lestat. The homicidal crime sent his reputation as a "righteous" lawyer into the gutters with just the span of one day. He had sent a lot of criminals in prison - some deserved it and some didn't, and Camden knew he'd be put to hell once he's with the inmates. They would rip him apart and fuck him in the ass. That's what he got for backing up an aristocrat guilty of murder and covering the crime as suicide.
But I reveled most the part where I got to include some of the aristocrats in demise from poisoning. It was fun, since most of them knew nothing but spread rumors of ruination anyway. They deserved it as Camden deserved what I stored for him.
Oh, the joyous paradox, relishing in the sufferings of others, while knowing deep down that it is the antithesis of compassion and kindness. However, a grave thought slipped through my mind, making me lose my smile abruptly.
I spared the longest time with Zacharias, getting close to him, holding and touching. If the others were poisoned simply by being near me, he...in no doubt must be suffering too right now. I dropped the newspaper as I rushed to the door. I strode hurriedly in the dim-lit hallway across the west wing, searching for him.
I ran across a servant. I immediately asked him where Zacharias was and he pointed at the library. I kicked the door open, then barged inside. He was sitting on a single velvet couch by the fireplace with a book in hand. He was surprised to see me unannounced. "Miss Tala? What are you doi-"
I yanked him to stand up then tried to search for any blister around his neck, his chest, and his arms. But there was nothing. He was flawless. He was fine. Zacharias grabbed my hands away from him. "What are you doing?" He questioned with a more controlled tone.
