Gabriel (Book 1)

Lights, Camera, Action!

Still don't know what the Date is, and not exactly caring.

Being a blood slave is fun! It's kind of like sleeping because then I wake up like a week later! So, I get to sleep, something I never can do! But the best part of being a blood slave is getting my health back so I can be a blood slave again! During this time, Kali let's me feed off her whenever I want as long as she isn't too weak (which is never!). Kali says that my letting her feed off me is called a 'Donation', I prefer the term 'blood slave' because then I can use it on her when im 'gaining health'. Drinking so much of Kali's blood is giving me a whole new perspective on life! Words sound fancier, colors look brighter, hearing is more clear, life is better, life has meaning! Believe it or not, I am actually having a great time with her! All we ever do is read together or sing or have philosophical discussions! Well, there is the occasional time when Kali makes me play board games (Yahtzee) or perform plays with her. She always has a grand obsession with tragic deaths like Brutis being impaled by his own sword or Hamlet being run through with a poisoned foil!

Well, usually, I end up saying to hell with her and locking myself in one of the castle rooms. She leaves me alone for a short 8 hours then comes knocking at the door saying I am acting like a child. Her voice of reasoning piques my curiosity but I refuse to budge. Like every mother, though, she has her tricks. Usually the same trick will do, She charms me out of my room and onto the stage with her blood on the line. We will be standing on a mini stage in her theater reciting lines from Hamlet's great speech with my mouth on her neck or her wrist.

Today was different though:

"'What shall we do now, love?'" Kali casually asks as she begins painting my portrait.

"'Let me think.'" We sit in silence for a while with my mind skimming all the great works of literature worth my time.

I find myself thinking about what seems like a far away time, a distant memory. A man is roaming the streets setting destruction upon every one he meets. He is angry because he has lost (or gained? It could be perceived as either) someone dear too him and he sings out his emotions. I start humming.

"'What was that?'" Kali snaps.

I stop.

"'No. What were you humming?'" She seems frightened.

"'Sweeney Todd?'" I say. I am not sure if this is good or bad.

Kali seems to go into a thoughtful trance, "'Yes,'" She breathes at last.

"'Im sorry-'"

"'Yes!'" She says louder, "'My love! You are a genius!'" She puts down her paint, "'We are going to put on a production of Sweeney Todd!'"

"'Yes.'" I say.

"'With you as Mr. T and me as Mrs. Lovett!'"

"'Yes.'" I repeat.

"'And we are going to make it real!'"

"'Ye-How?'" I ask.

"'How? Yes, how,'" Kali pauses, "'We are going to use humans in our production. We will get you silver blades and let you slice open their throats!'"

I pause a moment until realization hits me, "'Yes!'" I stand up.

"'The end will have to be completely re-written of course!'"

"'Of course!'" I agree.

"'Mrs. Lovett can't die, and neither can Mr. T!'"

"'Not at all!'"

"'The worlds greatest heroes shouldn't be killed! As far as we're concerned, Mr. Todd and Mrs. Lovett did London a favor! Killing all of those good for nothing-'"