monologue

Monologue
By: Star of Atlantis


the stage is bare except for a single stool which is spotlighted.
otherwise the stage is dark. a fog mechine has been sending out an atmospheric fog that now blankets the stage and rolls off it to float around in the audiance.

from off stave there is heard an eerie yet hauntingly beautiful female voice. this too drifts over and with the fog...

"I see you because you are tragic...
and i need you for the same...
there is a little bit of you in me...
can not help what you've became..."(1)

song stops and all goes quiet for just long enough that the audiance gets figity.
then a cloaked and hooded figure walks out and stops infront of the stool. the person's face is hidden in the cowling of the hood. the figure servays the crowd for a moment and then lifting a micraphone begins to speak softly almost a whisper into the michraphone. it is a womans voice that is heard

"you like the song, i can tell..."

there is a pause and she points to someone.

"ok so maybe you don't. i can tell cause your the one its about. and no one likes being tragic... but then again you do. you like the shadows and the dark. you are the victom," pause "the prey" longer pause "and in the end he will come for you."

"oh i see i have made you nervous. i have layed your secrets out there for us all to see. you don't any one to know your the tragic one. you like your meloncholly private."

her hand rolls over changing the point to something aggrisive and not so casual. into the mike she screams all of a sudden. "LIGHT!" a spot light lights up the singled out man with blinding effect... softly again she says to the slightly unsettled crowd "thats better i like to see my prey." the last word of the line is menicing and so soft you have to really be listening even over the mike. lazily and relaxed she leans against the spot lit stool. her spot light being softer and almost blue in comparison to the light on the singled out man.

she laughs "i am a Goddess! or didn't you know i had the power to call light out of the sky for my own needs and wants?" laughs again but a creepy sort of casual laugh that sugests she is playing with not only the spotlighted man but the crowd too.

"You are a slave to beauty. all men are but you are more of a slave than most. i will be stunning to everyone here but to you i will be so beautiful that you will never look away. you will want me with a power that will tempt you out of your chair. you will think it is me hypmotizing you but there is no magic in this remember i saw you and i know you are tragic. it would be too much for you to see my face the face of a Goddess."

pausing dramatically and then nonshallantly and casully "i will show you anyway." she reaches up and takes off the hood and she wasn't lying she is beautiful beyond words. the man stands up mouth open and wanting to go to her but he is trapped between the knees of those sitting on iether side of him and the chairs infront of him. he however is not the only one there are a few others who have found themselves standing too. all apearing to be in awe of this beauty who is silently watching them her eyes the only thing that is smiling and they are pearcingly blue. her hair tumbles around her shoulders and disapears below the edges of the cloak there is no way to tell how long it is but it sparkles darkly. "oh how many of you are tragic..." pause and looks specifically at each man standing. some wemon pull at their men's hands to pull them back to their seats but some do not pay attention while others sit back down feeling ashamed and guilty and bussy themselves by look at their feet. "you all want the gift."

"what gift? i hear you asking it. each of you." she points to each still standing man and light falls on them lastly she points at the men who have sat back down and the light falls on them too. now there are pillers of light and fog in wich men are trapped in... to the ones who have sat down and seam suprised that they are in the light too she says coyly "oh you thought you were free of me just because you sat back down? there is no saving you. you are all mine weather your wives try and hold you or not. your death will be the easiest for you are the cowards. there is nothing tragic aobut you. you are pathettic!"

she stands up and mooves down the steps into the audiance and between the pillars of light and fog and the trapped men. to the ones still standing she says smiling "you are my forites. i will lavish you with special favor. don't worry and don't be afraid. for you will know pleasure." she makes here way lazily around the audiance. and then when she is near the row where her first and original victem is she says right to him. "you will be my crown jewel. you will be the prince of weekness and the prince of their lust. see how they crave me. you will rule them and for you i have special things planned. you will stay here till i send for you. you will speak only if i tell you to. now nod that you understand my tragic pet."

obedently he nods. she turns her back on him and walks with deliberation to the stage and back up onto it. "you who sat down you are nothing to me. but you will come to me now for your empty rewards."

without a word they all get up even to the protests of their wives and they push and shove their ways to the front where they stand just below her in a line infront of the stage. the fog rises up and suddenly they are gone. some wemon shreek and many people gasp but there is no man before the stage now and her laughter fills the air with a happy tinkally menace.

"how delightful is death. oh" she pouts "but i see that it disturbs some of you."
a wicked smile and loudly again into the mike "GOOD!" she laughs again... "this is as it should be. you should be afraid of me for all you know your fate could be the same as these pathitic men who have fallen before me today." she miles looking over the disturbed audiance.

"now for my favorites. but not my prince." the still standing men all but the first one step forward to the front of the stage. she stands and walks the line of them from her hight some 3 feet above them. one at a time she calls them up to the stage. she takes them in her hand and pulls her cloak around them so that the audiance can not see what is done to them when the cloak drops away form the man he stands differently. more like a protective gaurd watching her like a centry. his eyes are diferent too and he seams to have some type of knowing. when she has done this to each of them she comands them "kneel. kneel before the prince of darkness who will comand over you!" they all do as she says as obediantly as puppets. they all drop respectively to one knee and this pleases her and she smiles at them and laughs with a purity of joy. she slipps off the cloak and drapes it over the stool. she is stunning from head to toe with a red dress of glitter hugging her curves and her chocolate hair curling around her perfect hips. "come oh prince" she comands in a whisper and holds her arms wide to him. the man she has singled out comes boldly up to the stage he doesn't stop in front of the stage he climbs the step and goes to her. he kneels to her and kisses her feet. she laughs and raises him with a jesture of her hand. "come." she takes him in her arms looking over his shoulder at the audiance who has all fallen silent. he wrapps his arms around her and with a glint in her eye she tilts his head gently and sinks her fangs into his neck. the audiance is horified but now the gaurds she has made her slaves are blocking all the doors and the crowd is trapped by them. madness and chaos brake out as the man is drained of his life before their eyes and begins to droop like a rag doll. but before he fades completely she slits her wrist with a quick flash of a blad you never saw come or go and offers him her blood "drink if you want to live or die in your tragic self." he drinks.

she laughs and screatches as he becomes strong. "now we feed!" she says softly and taking his hand they jump from the stage as if flying and they devower the screaming crowd. when all lie dead before her and the gaurds are still at the doors. with her arm looped through her prince's arm she begins to sing the same haunting song. she collects her cloak as they walk by her spotlighted stool and exit the stage. the song continues but fades from off stage and you the only one that was missed cry from under your chair but silently. when her song fades to nothing the men who were gaurding the door file up onto the stage and disapear after the lady in colums of 2. then when the lights go out, all but the one on her stool you crawl out and run into the night which blesses you with a soft breeze that makes you froget everything that happened and you make your way home to your little bed where you will hear her song and not know where it came from.