Chapter 87: A Toast

[muffin-tacos]

WIDBODE: LIFE THROUGH A VAMPIRE’S EYES


CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN:
A Toast


Ilsa Vella watched with mild amusement from the very back of the crowd as the Lurraxol girl clanged on her glass with a spoon to get everybody’s attention. Everybody’s heads turned to look at her and Ilsa Vella could see her knees shaking. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. What was the silly girl up to now?



The girl cleared her throat, swallowed and raised her glass.

“A toast for the Master of Widbode,” she said with a surprisingly steady voice, “for organising this great party -- I don’t think we’ve ever had a better Vampire Meet -- and for doing the great things he does for us. Where would we all be if it weren’t for him? What would have happened to Widbode if we did not have our master here with us? We, fellow vampires, would have no respect if Rafael hadn’t taught those pathetic animals a lesson! He has truly helped us in every way, and for that, I am most grateful!” She droned on like this for a while. All around the room, vampires were nodding and raising their glasses in agreement or out of fear of being killed if they did not. This only seemed to encourage the girl, and her endless praising kept getting worse and less believable. But still, people agreed with her -- they actually believed the fake stupidity that was pouring out of the girl’s foul mouth!

Ilsa Vella knew what they were doing. She could see the Lurraxol girl’s girlfriend handing drinks out to the crowd. Just one move, and she could destroy their silly little plan. One move and she would unmask them completely! They would be hauled off and tortured. She, Ilsa Vella, would be able to watch them as it happened.

But Ilsa Vella did not move. She even found herself playing along with their game by accepting a drink when the girlfriend came her way. Something made Ilsa Vella want to see every one of the incredibly stupid people standing in front of her turn in to worthless fleshlies again. Served them right for making this the pissiest night of her life and death!

“A toast to his lordship, Rafael Ivanova, Master of Widbode!” the girl finished and all around her, people cheered.

Ilsa Vella heard the soft clink the glasses made against everybody’s fangs as they raised the glass to their lips. She saw the pleased smirk on the Lurraxol girl’s face as she too raised the glass to her lips.







She saw Rafael standing in the middle of the crowd smiling like the fool he was, holding a champagne glass in his hands, ready to drink to the toast.

What happened next happened so quickly, Ilsa Vella barely had time to blink. Gray fell to the floor with a horse scream that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. He clutched his head in his hands, rolling around on the floor in pain, his fangs beginning to shrink back to normal. A couple of other vampires did the same, and she could feel the panic rising in the room.

“The drink! It’s spiked!” Somebody who sounded like Armin shouted.

Somebody else yelled, “Fire!!”

Everybody panicked. People were screaming, dropping to the floor, crying, running around in circles. The room rapidly got hotter and hotter. Flames were licking the walls. The fire had started, but it wasn’t going to plan. She was still in the building!

Ilsa Vella ran to find Don Lothario. When she found him, she was going to kill him! How could he be so stupid as to start the fire before she was even out of there?! But she couldn’t find him amongst the panic-stricken crowd, it was impossible to tell who was who as everyone scrambled towards the door. People were rushing past her in a black haze, elbowing her, shoving her out of the way. It was burning hot in the room now, and she couldn’t help but panic. The doors were locked, she knew it, so she had to find a window. She ran into Rafael, who was still holding his champagne glass, looking remarkably calm.

“For goodness sake!” She shouted at him and hit the glass out of his hand. It flew away and disappeared into the crowd.



Then a huge bang came from behind them as the door was broken open, making her -- and at least a dozen others -- jump. Fleshies -- yes, fleshies! -- came streaming in, carrying spears, stakes, holy water and bottles containing some purple liquid. She spotted Hero amongst them. They started staking the vampires that were not yet fleshies as they flooded towards the doorway. A fight broke out, and more screams were heard everywhere in the hall.

There couldn’t have been a better time to escape. Ilsa Vella turned in to a bat and flew towards the door as quickly as she could. Her ears hurt with all the screaming, and she could hear Rafael bellowing after her. She ignored it all: the fire, the fight around her. Nothing mattered to her more than getting out of that door. It didn’t matter how many people fell around her. Her hide was worth triple as much as theirs.


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[muffin-tacos]

A couple of pictures that didn't quite make the final cut...

[Surprised_by_Witches]

Oh, my, pandemonium everywhere! I can't wait until the morning after!

This ought to be interesting.

[jessaayy]

More, more....more more more.

[Sacharissa]

Very exciting, Muffin! Chaos is reigning! LOVE the picture of everyone toasting Rafael! That must have been hard to capture!

[muffin-tacos]

It wasn't that hard actually. Most of these pictures were quick "capture the moment pictures" -- meaning that I just took a quick snapshot of what I thought might make a good picture for the story. I started this party with just having a vague idea of what I wanted to happen, and I decided that I wasn't going to control all of my sims too much. I would just let them do their own things and take pictures like some blooming paparazzi person of every move they made. The only pictures that I had actually planned was the scene with Gray and Don and the ones of Lola in the next chapter (that I just posted, by the way). The whole toast thing was just something I had in the back of my mind -- I never really planned to use it.

Now I'm glad that I did.

Anyway, thanks for the comment about the picture of the toast to Rafael. I like that one quite a bit too.

[Lynet]

The picture of everyone toasting Rafael is my favorite. I laughed out loud when I saw it. Perfect.

And like SBW, I can't wait until the morning after. Who will survive the Widbode party?