Lady Nosferatu and the wolf girl

Narration by Ms Florence Dracken

March 10, 2005

"Hey," I said, "Are we ready for our show tonight?"

"Yes," said Felicia, "I think so."

"Yeah," said Elizabeth, "I'm ready."

"Me too," I said.

"Let's go," said Jessica.

We headed to the concert hall and began setting up.

"This is a great place," said Elizabeth, "The sound will be awesome."

"Yes," said Felicia, "It's amazing."

"Yes," I said, "It is."

"Yes," said Jessica, "It is."

"Alright," said Felicia, "Let's finish the set-up."

We finished the setup and then waited for the show to start.

"This is great," said Felicia, "A lot of people."

"Yes," said Elizabeth, "Amazing."

"Yes," I said, "It's wonderful."

"Yes," said Jessica, "I agree."

"Alright," said Felicia, "Are we ready? Let's rock!"

The concert began, and the crowd went wild.

The show went on for a while until there was a disturbance in the mosh pit.

"She's dead! The poor girl is dead!" A man yelled, as he pulled the dead girl out of the crowd.

She looked like she had been trampled to death.

"What the?" I said, "What happened? Did she die during the concert?"

"I don't know," said Felicia, "She looks like she died in the crowd."

"This is crazy," said Elizabeth, "Somebody call the police."

"Already on it," I said, picking up the phone and dialing 911.

The paramedics and police showed up quickly and took the girl away.

"Alright," said Felicia, "This has gotten too serious. We are going to have to cancel the show."

"What?" Said the man who was watching the show, "You can't do that! People paid good money to see this show."

"Sorry," said Felicia, "But, a girl died tonight. We are not going to risk anyone else's safety."

"This is bullshit!" One man yelled.

"Calm down," I said, "We will refund everyone's money. I promise."

"Fine," said another man, "Whatever."

"I'm sorry," I said, "But, we have to be careful. Someone died tonight. We don't want anyone else to get hurt."

"Fine," said the man, "Just refund everyone's money."

The next day, we were all in court, being sued by the father of the girl who died.

"You killed my daughter!" The man yelled, as the judge banged his gavel.

"Please, calm down, Mr. Davis." Said the judge, "We will hear both sides of the story and decide from there. Ms. Dracken, what do you have to say about this situation?"

"I'm sorry, Your Honor," I said, "We did not intend for anyone to get hurt. We were just there to play music. There were a ton of people in the mosh pit, anyone could have attacked the poor girl."

"Hmm," said the judge, "Mr. Davis, what do you have to say about this?"

"Your Honor," he said, "My daughter is dead because of them. They should be held responsible."

"Hmm," said the judge, "Well, after hearing both sides of the story, I find that there is not enough evidence to hold the band responsible for the girl's death. Mr. Davis, I'm sorry for your loss, but the band is not responsible. You are dismissed."

"What?! This is a travesty! These monsters killed my daughter!"

The judge banged his gavel and called the case.

"Thank you, Your Honor," I said, as we left the courtroom.

"What a jerk," said Felicia, "How could he blame us for his daughter's death? It was a freak accident."

"I know," I said, "He's just a grieving father. He's not thinking straight."

Mr Davis ran outside the court and stared at us. He looked like he was going to attack us.

"Hey," said Elizabeth, "Calm down."

"You killed her!" He cried, "My baby is dead because of you."

"Calm down," I said, "She probably just got trampled by the crowd. We didn't do anything."

"Yes you did! Your satanic music drove her mad. She would never have been in the mosh pit if it wasn't for you."

"Sir," said the security guard, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"No! They killed my baby!"

The security guard grabbed him and dragged him out of the courtroom.

"Well," said Jessica, "That was weird."

Fortunately, our reputation was not damaged, and the lawsuit was dropped.

After that, we headed back on the road.

The next night, we played a free show to make up for the show that was canceled.

The show was great, and the fans loved it.

After the show, we packed up our gear and went home.

"What a night," said Felicia, "Great show. I'm tired."

"Yes," said Elizabeth, "I'm exhausted. Time for bed."

"Yes," I said, "Bed. Come on."

We all headed home and crawled into the coffin.

Sometime in the morning, I awoke to the sound of someone pounding on the coffin.

"What the hell?" I thought.

Someone was trying to open the coffin lid.

"What? Who's outside?" Asked Margaret.

"You killed my daughter! I will kill you all. You deserve to die, you evil bitches! Let me in! I know you are in there. Come out and face me, cowards! I will destroy you all."

We were being attacked by Mr. Davis.

The lid to the coffin was locked from the inside.

So, we were safe.

"What's happening?" Asked Jessica.

"Shh," said Elizabeth, "It's just Mr. Davis. He's outside. He's trying to break into the coffin."

"Oh my God," said Felicia, "How did he find us?"

"I don't know," said Margaret, "But, I'm getting sick of him. I'm going to go out and give him a piece of my mind."

"Be careful," I said.

Margaret opened the coffin and jumped out.

"What in the hell is your problem? We did not kill your daughter!! Now leave us alone!"

"You did it," he said, waving around a gun. "You killed her!"

In Mr Davis' mind, the mindless crowd of rockers who killed his daughter were blameless, he believed we murdered his child with our own hands.

"You are going to pay for this. You're going to suffer the way my daughter suffered."

Margaret's eyes narrowed as she stared at Mr Davis.

"You are really trying my patience. Stop acting like a mad man. Your daughter's death was not our fault. We did not kill her. You are not thinking straight. You need to calm down and get a grip. You're going to end up hurting someone."

Mr Davis pulled the trigger.

BANG!

Margaret flew backwards and hit the ground.

"Margaret!" I yelled.

Felicia leaped out of the coffin in her werewolf form and attacked Mr. Davis.

She clawed him in the chest and then bit him.

He fell to the floor, bleeding profusely.

Elizabeth rushed to Margaret's side.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she said, "Fortunately he doesn't have silver bullets."

"Stop it!" I cried, "Felicia! Please stop! He's had enough!"

Felicia stopped her attack, and backed off.

Mr. Davis was lying on the floor, covered in blood.

"Damn," said Margaret, "You are one crazy son of a bitch."

I walked up to him and looked into his eyes.

"Why do you want to kill us?" I asked, as I began to hypnotize him.

"You killed her," he said, "You have to pay."

"Listen to me," I said, staring deeply into his eyes, "We did not kill your daughter. She was trampled in the crowd. It was an accident. We did not do it. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said, "I understand. It was an accident. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm a monster."

"No," I said, "You are not a monster. You are just a grieving father. Now, go home and rest. Felicia bit you, and you will become a werewolf too. So, you have to learn how to control yourself. Good luck. And, stay away from us. Or, we will kill you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said, "I understand."

He limped away.

"Are you sure he will be okay?" asked Elizabeth.

"Yes," I said, "He will be fine. It's time for us to leave. This town is no longer safe. We need to go."

"Agreed," said Felicia, "I'm sick of this town."

"Yes," said Elizabeth, "Let's go."

"Yes," I said, "Goodbye."

We loaded up the van and headed off.