Two lovers... wandering down their violet way... whose passionate embraces, each to each... permit no meditations on decay... until they find themselves... within my reach!
Vampires who pretend to be humans pretending to be vampires.
How avant-garde.
The monk whose soul with Heaven doth commune... and spends his days... in pious contemplation... finds he will meet his Maker all too soon. For all his prayers gets no remuneration. The lesson endeth here... and it is this: Each one of you, my clammy hands must touch. Each one must bend his forehead to my kiss. But, hark! Methinks a mortal doth approach! [Santiago minions bring forth mortal woman prey] What have we here? What beauty by my side? A rose in bloom, a shrinking violet? Perhaps she has a mind to be my bride. Perhaps my lesson has not ended yet!
I don't want to die!
But death we are and have always been.
Someone help me! Please! [Santiago minions grab ahold of woman prey and begin to undress her] What have I done?!
We all die!
But I'm young!
Death is no respecter of age! It can come any time, any place. [Undoes her blouse and takes it off] Just as this flesh is pink now... so it will turn gray and wrinkle with age.
Let me live! I don't care!
Then why should you care if you die now? And suppose death had a heart to love and to release you? To whom would he turn his passion? Would you choose a person from the crowd there? A person to suffer as you do?
[Stands up]
Monsieur Vampire, take me! I adore you!
You wait your turn! [Audience chuckles] Well... Do you know what it means to be loved by death? To become our bride? [Fire explodes with Armand making entrance]
No pain. No pain.
We live beneath. Let me show you.
Monstrous.
Yes. But very beautiful. Welcome to my home. [Prepubescent boy walks over and Armand puts arm around him] Try him. [Louis takes boy's hand, realizes of previous bite marks then finds another unbitten spot and chomps]
