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ickaimpRight, so you're in the bus going down the usual bus route when one of the passengers comments that it's dark. Glanced out and realised and it's dark, dark. Dark like the darkness is eating up the brief headlights passing you on what is usually a fairly major busy street.
The same passenger, this teenage kid dressed in baggy gangster wannabe comments with smug superiority that he had called his friend before he had come over. The entire east side is blacked out.
Another passenger, this scruffy looking guy who reeks of the cigarette he's been playing with pipes up. "Any of you know who Vlad the Impaler is?"
Icka, the lone female in the back of the bus, raises her hand. The two guys and the emo-goth boy glance over. The guy who asked nods, looking sceptical. "Really? What do y'know of him?"
"He's the guy they based Dracula off of..." Icka leans forward over the empty seat in front of her and shrugs. "Got the name from impaling his victims on large upright stakes. Was supposedly known for doing this while eating dinner and listening to the screams."
"Exactly!" Guy leans back looking at the other two. "You know who Dracula is, right?"
"Yeah." The other two nod. Glance outside, trying to figure out what street intersection we may have passed. None of the street signs are lit and the glare from the bus isn't enough to read the reflective green ones at the non-light intersections.
"I gotta get off the bus soon, but there's enough time for me t'tell you this story real quick." Guy slides into the next seat over, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees conspiratorially.
"Vlad the Impaler was originally known as Vlad Dragonul, which is where 'Dracula' came from. He was born 500 BC, way way back before everything when everything was all like armour and chainmail. Dark Medieval ages and shit.
He had this like huge army and they went out against their enemies. They weren't sure they could win, so most of the soldiers in his like run away. Everyone dies, the other army wipes them out. The troops who ran away, the soldiers who stayed with him, everyone's wiped out, including Vlad, which is when he meets God.
God sends him back and Vlad kills the other enemy. Then, by himself, he finds some trees, strips the branches and stuff and starts staking the bodies on to them. The entire area, like a giant valley is covered in these impaled bodies and blood is flowing down them on to the ground and there's blood everywhere. And it flows together, rivers and floods of blood. The blood's flowing all over the ground like this thick, everywhere."
He leaned forward, holding his hand about a palm's width off the floor of the bus. The other two guys twitch, lifting their feet off the ground.
"So some of the guys who ran away get back to his castle and tell his wife that everyone died, only they don't know that he was the only to survive. She hears he's dead and jumps out of a castle window and falls to her death. When he gets home, he finds out she's dead, and throws himself out of a window as well and falls to his death as well, which is where he met the Devil and makes a deal with him."
Which is about the point that he realises that he has no idea where he because we can't see the street signs or any landmarks, but he's past Golf Links, so gets off the bus, commenting about not wanting to walk around in the dark. The guy in the baggy clothes got off at the same stop.
And I proceeded to explain to the goth-emo guy why impaling was such a bad death and why a sharp pointy stake was a much faster death than a dull rounded stake. And where the stake when through.
He twitched well.
Turned out no one else on the bus knew who Vlad the Impaler was either. Weird. Goth-emo didn't take my wishing him 'safe travels' when he stepped off the bus into the dark well either.
But hey, the lights were on past Kolb and the electricity was on at Ysabet's, so yay.
For those who don't know Vlad Tepes and want the real story, go check him out.
The same passenger, this teenage kid dressed in baggy gangster wannabe comments with smug superiority that he had called his friend before he had come over. The entire east side is blacked out.
Another passenger, this scruffy looking guy who reeks of the cigarette he's been playing with pipes up. "Any of you know who Vlad the Impaler is?"
Icka, the lone female in the back of the bus, raises her hand. The two guys and the emo-goth boy glance over. The guy who asked nods, looking sceptical. "Really? What do y'know of him?"
"He's the guy they based Dracula off of..." Icka leans forward over the empty seat in front of her and shrugs. "Got the name from impaling his victims on large upright stakes. Was supposedly known for doing this while eating dinner and listening to the screams."
"Exactly!" Guy leans back looking at the other two. "You know who Dracula is, right?"
"Yeah." The other two nod. Glance outside, trying to figure out what street intersection we may have passed. None of the street signs are lit and the glare from the bus isn't enough to read the reflective green ones at the non-light intersections.
"I gotta get off the bus soon, but there's enough time for me t'tell you this story real quick." Guy slides into the next seat over, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees conspiratorially.
"Vlad the Impaler was originally known as Vlad Dragonul, which is where 'Dracula' came from. He was born 500 BC, way way back before everything when everything was all like armour and chainmail. Dark Medieval ages and shit.
He had this like huge army and they went out against their enemies. They weren't sure they could win, so most of the soldiers in his like run away. Everyone dies, the other army wipes them out. The troops who ran away, the soldiers who stayed with him, everyone's wiped out, including Vlad, which is when he meets God.
God sends him back and Vlad kills the other enemy. Then, by himself, he finds some trees, strips the branches and stuff and starts staking the bodies on to them. The entire area, like a giant valley is covered in these impaled bodies and blood is flowing down them on to the ground and there's blood everywhere. And it flows together, rivers and floods of blood. The blood's flowing all over the ground like this thick, everywhere."
He leaned forward, holding his hand about a palm's width off the floor of the bus. The other two guys twitch, lifting their feet off the ground.
"So some of the guys who ran away get back to his castle and tell his wife that everyone died, only they don't know that he was the only to survive. She hears he's dead and jumps out of a castle window and falls to her death. When he gets home, he finds out she's dead, and throws himself out of a window as well and falls to his death as well, which is where he met the Devil and makes a deal with him."
Which is about the point that he realises that he has no idea where he because we can't see the street signs or any landmarks, but he's past Golf Links, so gets off the bus, commenting about not wanting to walk around in the dark. The guy in the baggy clothes got off at the same stop.
And I proceeded to explain to the goth-emo guy why impaling was such a bad death and why a sharp pointy stake was a much faster death than a dull rounded stake. And where the stake when through.
He twitched well.
Turned out no one else on the bus knew who Vlad the Impaler was either. Weird. Goth-emo didn't take my wishing him 'safe travels' when he stepped off the bus into the dark well either.
But hey, the lights were on past Kolb and the electricity was on at Ysabet's, so yay.
For those who don't know Vlad Tepes and want the real story, go check him out.
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Date: 2009-01-09 03:29 pm (UTC)Also, scaring people with knowledge of old murder ways is fun. I frightened my entire history class by knowing what an iron maiden was and what being drawn and quartered was. Of course, I was also the only one who knew what the Manhattan project was, too (besides the teacher).