We hope you will all attend, and that the House will provide for us all a most memorable Event.
We caught up with Viscontessa Bridget recently and asked her for a few words!
The Viscontessa Bridget sit’s down upon the couch facing the reporter spreading her deep blue skirts over the cushioned seats. Reaching forward she lifts the wine glass to her lips as she smiles slowly towards the gentleman. “Welcome to the Caffe Grande, you wished to speak to me?”
The reporter fiddled nervously with the pen in hands as he searched for his notebook. His eyes taking in the Grandeur of the Caffe he took note of the rich furnishing, the velvet hangings and paintings upon the walls. The Bathory surely lived a sumptious life. Retrieving his notebook and opening it, he adjusted the rim of his glasses upon his face as he peered at the Viscontesses lounging before him. “Ahh yes, pardon m’lady. Would you mind telling me about this Masquerade you are to be holding?” He looked at her inquiringly poised to write.
A soft smile appears upon the lady’s lips though what reflects within her eyes is a slyness hidden quickly as she shutters her lashes taking a slow sip of her wine as she contemplates her words. Her fingers trace a pattern upon the arm rest “La Festival di Notte.” She gives pauses as if for effect. “It is a tradition within the Bathory familia to show those who work for us once a year how much we appreciate all they do. So this one night, we the Bathory and others of our kind shall come together to show the Human Race our appreciation. They shall be our most Honored Guests.” Her lips curl as if in genuine amusement as she looks over at the Reporter. “We shall dance upon the roof of the Caffe Grande beneath a ceiling of stars. Tis romantic, no?”
The reporter adjusted his cravat quickly at the Viscontessa’s husky voice, averting his gaze as he wrote all she explained. “It sounds as if you are showing a great kindness to the humans. They must feel very honored to be invited to such a noble house and occasion, m’lady.” He glanced up towards her as stated this.
“Yes well the Bathory have always been known to show their kindness upon occassion. We can afford to be generous with the humans when we wish.. The Masquerade shall be such a delicious occassion. This was a tradition started by my Aunt, Countess Erzebet Bathory and one we have continued through the centuries. It is a Festival of blood *small pause with a smile towards the reporter* lines as we celebrate family. Many will come.” She stands and shakes out her skirts. “Perhaps we shall even see you there and we shall have a drink m’lord.”
The reporter noted the pause as he was writing furiously and wondered about it. Standing he bowed to the Viscontessa “Thank you m’lady for your time.” he quickly gathered his things and left looking about him even as he noticed the human hanging from the entrance on a hook with the burnt hands. A Festival of Night to celebrate humanity.. or was this a Festival of Blood and the humans a sacrifice?
So miss it at your peril !
It was right on the morning of this important event when the maid of Caffe Grande wanted to open the establishment that the man who was hanging all the time halfdead at the entrances of the Caffe Grande had disappeared.
ReplyDeleteThat alone would not be to wonder about for the maid as she was already used not to ask any question about things going on in the city, but the chains which has bound the man were also still there. And they have been broken ...
But if it werent the comital henchmen, who took him down, who else could it have been?
So she hurried urgently to inform the Viscontessa Bridget about this strange happening ...