Meet the Vampires

MEET THE
VAMPIRES

DIFFERENT ERAS. UNIQUE STORIES.
UNFORGETTABLE MUSIC.

Choose your favorite. Discover their story. Hear their song.

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ONE VOICE. SIX VAMPIRES.

RAW, UNPOLISHED, AND JUST GETTING STARTED.

The current recordings are demo-quality performances by one vocalist, created to give you a taste of what the songs could become with a full cast, costumes, live music, props, and sets.

Listen to each character's song, explore their story, and imagine what happens when these vampires finally take the stage.

One voice, six vampires — the beginning of something bloody good.

PRIAPUS

THE UNDEAD KING

Era: Ancient / Classical Era

A demigod who has lived for thousands of years, Priapus is the leader of the vampires. Commanding, powerful, and unapologetic, he brings them together and keeps their world alive.

COSTUME: Toga with gold laurel headpiece.

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PRIAPUS AND HERONSyrup flowsThrough hollow fangs,Quenching firesOf hunger pangs.Suck to tasteThe salty sweet,Red the dropsUpon her collar.Terror screamsAs she hollers.She’s now a pieceOf lifeless meat.CHORUS: ALLSuck to live,Another night.Suck to fly,Suck to bite.Suck untilThe morning light.Suck untilSkin turns white.THE WOMENHeartbeats likeA hummingbird.Sounds and smellsBecoming blurred.Suck to heightenedSenses, lust.Victim drainsInside my soul.Black as nightAnd very old.Fangs I thrust,Thrust I must.MENScented, clottedHuman wine.The music ofA breaking spine.Suck to harvestBloody beasts.Puncture whenMy fangs connect.Two holes deepIn throbbing necks.Suck the gloriousFeeding feast.ALLSuck to live,Another night.Suck to fly,Suck to bite.Suck untilThe morning light.Suck untilSkin turns white.PRIAPUSIn the dirt,Damn sun is blinding.Hunting nights,Warm victims finding.Suck the sapOut of their veins.Dead yet livingFor their juices.The fantasy of death seduces.ALLSuck to live,Another night.Suck to fly,Suck to bite.Suck untilThe morning light.Suck untilSkin turns white.

HERON

THE GAY WARRIOR

Era: Ancient Greece

Alexander the Great's lover and a general in his army. He misses war and chooses to live as a vampire hoping that Alexander will return and once again they will conquer the world.

COSTUME: Greek mini-toga, warrior look.

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HERON’S LAMENTHERON SOLOI’ve killed for conquest,Power, and gold.Painted marble templesWith high priests’ blood.I’ve looted treasures,Diamonds in golden floods.Empires and armiesCowered and fell.I was his pointed spearAnd followed him to hell.Alexander’s army livedAnd breathed war.After days of carnageSeeped in viscera and gore,The nights lit into daysWith thousands of fires.As the men who survivedFound true love’s desires.For the life of me,I’ll never comprehendThis fear and disgustFor loving men.Alexander’s army of loversConquered the worldWith loves deeperThan man for a girl.Now I wear dressesSo I can kill,But draining verminGives me no thrill.I live to killAnd I kill to live.I harvest humans,Their blood gives meThe mana to survive.Their sweet red syrupKeeps me alive.But I yearn to chargeMy powerful steedOver the pikes ofThe phalanx I speed.Leap over defendersAnd see their eyes.My sword slashes,I hear their cries.The thrill of battleWhere you see your foeAnd smell his breath,Fighting toe-to-toe.Has he restedAnd eaten that morning?Does he have the edge?He gives me no warning.Until my blade sinksDeep in his spine.Only then I knowVictory is mine.That is not killing,That is war.It’s what we menWere made for.What is a warriorOut of time to do?But relive victoriesAnd triumphs anew.I’m eons away fromWar that I cherished,Eons away from AlexanderWho perished.Oh, for anotherFight to the death,Where one wrong moveMeans my last breath.Eye to eye with a champion,An even matchWith another one.I’ll go through timeHoping to findA warrior keenIn body and mind.The time of the warriorHas long since past.I knew it was too good,Far too good to last.

AMELIA

THE BLOOD SLAVE

Era: Ancient Rome / Pompeii

A slave in Pompeii, she was in the Forum moments from disappearing under the Pyroclastic Flow. She grabbed Priapus’ hair as he ran by. He turned her, but she’ll never be free.

COSTUME: Roman slave attire.

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AMELIA’S SONGAMELIA AND PRIAPUSS-L-A-VE-R-YI’m for sale.You wanna buy?S-L-A-VE-R-YI’m for sale.You wanna buy?(Priapus walks over to her and takes the broom and dustpan out of her hands and puts his arm around her shoulders.)AMELIAI’m sorry, master.PRIAPUSAmelia, Amelia. You are no longer a slave.AMELIABut you are my master.PRIAPUSTrue... and a thousand times more exalted than that sadistic wine merchant that owned you. But I do not own you. You are part of me and one of us. Cleaning after our pet is something we all do. You don’t have to take it upon yourself.AMELIAThis is why I exist.PRIAPUSYou exist to be with me harvesting warm-bloods. You’re no longer a slave.(Priapus begins singing, “You’re Free Amelia.” This will be a duet.)PRIAPUS / AMELIAYou’re free, Amelia. (P)It’s all I know. (A)You’re free, Amelia. (P)You’re all I know. (A)You’re free, Amelia. (P)You rescued me. (A)To be part of me. (P)To be owned by you. (A)I was born a bondage child,Raised to serve,Used and defiled.No thoughts of my own.Obey and be good.I’m not beatenIf I do as I should.I was always openFor master’s needs.No pleasure for me,Just a sheath for his seed.A life without hope,Just fear and sorrow.Drudgery and painFilled all tomorrows.You’re free, Amelia. (P)I like being yours. (A)But you’re not mine. (P)Forever and always. (A)You’re free, Amelia. (P)I don’t keep slaves.But you kept me. (A)It was fate, Amelia. (P)To be running past,You grabbed meBefore Vulcan’s ash.It’s I that chooseMy chosen few.But you chose me.I didn’t choose you.You’re my giftFrom the gods.In a disaster,I should call youMy lady and master.You’re free, Amelia.I like being enslaved. (A)I don’t want a slave. (P)Can I pretend? (A)Pretending freedom? (P)Knowing insideThe person you areHas long since died?A soul in chains,A brain ensnared,Afraid of fear,A spirit scared.Yes, please pretend!Fool the slaveThat owns AmeliaSo she’ll be saved.You are free, Amelia!Not bought or owned.You are free, Amelia.You are one of our own.S-L-A-V (A)E-R-YI’m for sale.You wanna buy?S-L-A-VE-R-YI’m for sale.You wanna buy?Over a thousand years, (P)There’s nothing I sayCan heal her scarsOf old Pompeii.You are free, Amelia,If only you knew.The chains you wearAre held by you.Don’t worry, master. (A)I’m afraid to be free.Belonging to youIs all that I need.S-L-A-VE-R-YI’m for sale.You wanna buy?

KOKI

ATILLA'S LOVER

Era: 5TH Century AD

Fierce, dangerous, and psychotic. Her unique method of harvesting warm bloods puts “lust” in bloodlust.

COSTUME: Revealing animal skins

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BITE DOWN HARD ONKOKI AND CASTALLBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onKOKIIt’s been so longSince I done the deed.My well’s dried up,Don’t have that need.When I hold a man really tight,I can’t resist,I gotta bite!VAMPIRESBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onKOKIThe carnal pleasureThat I seek’sNot tween my legs...It’s tween my teeth!VAMPIRESBite down hard onBite down hard onKOKIWell shut my mouth!(All VAMPIRES dance.)KOKI (CONT.)The look of triumph...He’s gonna score.Delivery from the candy store.When he finally twigsSomethin’ ain’t rightAnd his eyes go wide,That’s when I bite!VAMPIRESBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onKOKIIt’s curtains, buddy,You’re my last straw.Your blood is mine,When I start to gnaw.VAMPIRESBite down hard onBite down hard onKOKIOf course, I swallow!(VAMPIRES dance.)KOKI (CONT.)He buys my bodyLike a slab of beef.This filet’sGot a set of teeth.Oh, yeah, baby,I’m so warm, so tight.An instant of joyBefore I bite.VAMPIRESBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onKOKIIt’s a blow for women everywhere!(VAMPIRES dance.)KOKI (CONT.)They pay me for pleasure,To charm and excite.I watch their facesJust when I bite.VAMPIRESBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard on

PENELOPE

THE MEDIEVAL KILLER

Era: Middle Ages

A witch from Devon. Priapus saved her from burning at the stake for boiling peasants in oil. A happy vampire, it means she will never run out of victims.

COSTUME: Tattered, scorched peasant dress.

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ZOMBIE MOANSPENELOPESmelled fresh bloodSomewhere a wastin’.Drove me nuts,Wished I was tastin’.Red the puddlesSomewhere poolin’.In the air,The liquid’s coolin’.Somewhere liesA monster’s kill.Left warm bloodTo clot and chill.Was no vampireThat did this deedTo slay withoutThe need to feed.I sense no life,No need to bite.What is this terrorThat kills at night?ALLZombie moans,Those zombie moans,The ugliest soundsI’ve ever known.That fetid, dank,And maggoty toneOf feeding zombiesAnd their zombie moans.PENELOPEI fly upTo look aroundAnd see horrorsOn the ground.Decaying, putrid,Shuffling stains,Frenzied diningOn human brain.Life’s elixir’sGoing to waste!I wondered ifThey’d share a taste.I land so softWithout a sound.Their stench of rotIs all around.Hideous creaturesSoon reactAnd shuffle toward meTo attack.The filth of victims,Their perfume,Their rotting gore,Better left entombed.ALLZombie moans,Those zombie moans,The ugliest soundsI’ve ever known.That fetid, dank,And maggoty toneOf feeding zombiesAnd their zombie moans.(Instrumental and line dance.)PENELOPEThe smell of bloodDrives me insane.My only thoughtTo feed again.I watch the groundAbsorb my meal.I rush the corpse,Beside it kneel.And there I crouchLike the king of beasts,Sharing a fresh hyena feast.This blood’sNot from the tap.My nose in dirt,I start to lap.The ghouls resumeTheir brainy snack.Fingers dip inCranial cracks.Warm, fresh bloodMust be savored.A sin to wasteA meal so favored.A free snackI may have found,But cannot blockThat horrible sound.ALLZombie moans,Those zombie moans,The ugliest soundsI’ve ever known.That fetid, dank,And maggoty toneOf feeding zombiesAnd their zombie moans.Zombie moans,Those zombie moans,The ugliest soundsI’ve ever known.The fetid, dank,And maggoty toneOf feeding zombiesAnd their zombie moans.

YVETTE

THE FRENCH ASSASSIN

Era: September 1973

A lady-in-waiting to Marie Antoinette, Yvette survived the guillotine and now uses her beauty, charm, and French wit to lure her victims.

COSTUME: Lavish gown, Marie Antoinette era.

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YVETTE’S SONGYVETTE AND CASTALLSing “Yvette’s Song.”When Yvette the CoquetteWhispers in men’s ears,They’re overcome with passionFor the lovely French assassinAnd start shapening their spears.When Yvette the CoquetteSates her quest for blood,Men can’t resist the spellOf carnal fantasies from hellAnd start pulling on their puds.CHORUSShe’s the Speaker of the House,The whisper of death,The last thing men hearWith their last breath.While the men engageIn manual pleasure,She sinks in her fangsAnd drinks the red treasure.She’s Yvette the Coquette.YVETTE: Mais oui!CAST: May we what!?YVETTE: Ferme ta gueule!Yvette the Coquette’sSexy Gaullic tiradesHypnotize foolsWho play with their toolsWith insults and degrades.Yvette the Coquette’sAs sly as a fox.While she’s a real cutey,She doesn’t use her booty,It’s her voice box.CHORUSShe’s the Speaker of the House,The whisper of death,The last thing men hearWith their last breath.While the men engageIn manual pleasure,She sinks in her fangsAnd drinks the red treasure.She’s Yvette the Coquette.YVETTE: Mais oui!CAST: May we what!?YVETTE: Ferme ta gueule!Yvette the Coquette’sA fantasy come true.Men never get to touch.Her whispers are too much.There’s nothing they can do.CHORUSShe’s the Speaker of the House,The whisper of death,The last thing men hearWith their last breath.While the men engageIn manual pleasure,She sinks in her fangsAnd drinks the red treasure.She’s Yvette the Coquette.YVETTE: Mais oui!CAST: May we what!?YVETTE: Ferme ta gueule!

JINX

THE FLAPPER

Era: Roaring Twenties

Fiery, yet innocent, Jinx’s first love—and first kill—

was a selfish cad that drove her to despair. Priapus saved her by catching her in midair. Now she hunts to kill love and the way her lover made her feel. Unsuccessful at both.

COSTUME: 1920s flapper dress.

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COULD YOU LOVE ME FOREVERJINX AND PHILJINXCould you love me forever? (J)That’s not long enough... (P)We’re talking centuries... (J)That’s a good start... (P)You’ll grow tired of me. (J)When pigs learn to fly. (P)I want to believe you. (J)You just have to try. (P)I won’t wrinkle or sag. (J)Oh, no! Not that! (P)I’ll always be cute. (J)And I’ll never grow fat...er. (P)Could you love me forever? (J)I’ll love you forever. (P)You’re just repeating. (J)I’ll love you forever. (J&P)LOVE’S ARRIVEDI’m out of my head.Life’s taken a turn. (P)And I’m already dead. (J)Can we loveAnd pitch the woo?Whatever you said... (P)I’ll do it with you,And I’m still dead. (J)Why can’t we love? (P)We’re lonely souls.Ix-nay with the ouls-nay! (J)Why can’t we love? (J&P)It’s our time.We better hurry. (P)I’m past my prime.You’re my soulless soulmate.Meeting you was pure fate. (J)I’m just dying to love you. (P)I’m already dead. (J)And I love food.I love you. (P)What more can I say?I may as well love P-B and "J." (J)Love’s arrived. (J&P)LOVE’S ARRIVEDI’m out of my head.Life’s taken a turn. (P)And I’m already dead. (J)Can we love? (P)And pitch the woo? (J)Whatever you said... (P)I’ll do it with you,And I’m still dead. (J)I’m loving you. (P)And we’ll live forever.I’m loving you. (J)’Cause I like the flavor.I’ll tuck you (P)Into your bed of dirt.I’ll bite your neck (J)For a quick dessert.Love forever. (P)What’d ya say?And please add an extra day. (J)My lips are likeLifeless slugs.That’s okay. I’m into hugs. (P)I’m an undead creature. (J)Your loveliest feature. (P)You’re not loving me (J)To live forever.That’s ridiculous... (P)Well, I never.Could you be (J)The love I seek?We’re pretty Jinx (P)And the undead geek!But what if we end up (J)In cyberspace?I’ll always love (P)Your pretty face.

PHIL

THE SPECTACULA' DRACULA

Era: Modern Day

A stereotypical computer geek who finds himself caught in the world of vampires. Intelligent, insecure, and completely unprepared for what's coming.

COSTUME: Jeans, t-shirt, running shoes, glasses.

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PHIL’S SONGPHILWITH CAST COUNTERPOINTI WOULDA’, COULDA’, SHOULDA’ BEEN A FILL-IN-THE-BLANK A DOCTOR, LAWYER, BROKER C-E-O OF A BANK OUR FAMILY CAR BUMPER’S OVERFLOWIN’ WITH SCHOOL STICKERS SAYIN’ I WAS HONOR ROLLIN’ HARVARD, PRINCETON, YALE THEY ALL WANTED ME WITH JUICY FOUR-YEAR SCHOLARSHIPS IF I’D AGREE TO BE A DOCTOR, LAWYER, C-E-O OF A BANK A CLASSY CORPORATE MEMBER OF THEIR ONE-PERCENT RANK BUT STUDYING FOR DOLLARS DIDN’T INTEREST ME HOME WITH MY COMPUTER WAS WHERE I’D RATHER BE STABBIN’, SHOOTIN’, CLUBBIN' BLOWIN’ THINGS UP I’M A VIDEO GAMER. . . CAN’T GET ENOUGH BUT ALL I EVER, EVER, EVER DO IS START AND DIE GOT BAD DEPTH PERCEPTION AND EVEN WORSE HAND-EYE WHEN STABBIN’, SHOOTIN’, CLUBBIN’ ALIENS N’ TROLLS I MISS THE SECRET PASSAGES AND TREASURE TROVES I MISS POWER UPS FOR IMMORTALITY EVEN DORA THE EXPLORER KICKS THE HELL OUT OF ME I HAVE THE LATEST CONSOLES CHIPS AND SUCH BUT WHEN IT COMES TO LIVIN’ I DON’T GET OUT MUCH I SUCK AT ROLE PLAYIN’ I SUCK MAKIN’ WAR I SUCK AT MAKIN’ STRATEGIES I SUCK AT EM’ ALL AND SINCE I SUCK SO BAD I GOT TO THINKIN’ IT’S WARM, FRESH BLOOD I SHOULD BE DRINKIN’ SO WHEN I SAW KOKI KILLIN’ STAN IT WAS A REVELATION FOR A BRAND NEW PLAN I NEVER WAS A HAS-BEEN CAUSE I NEVER WAS BUT NOW THAT’S ALL BEHIND ME BECAUSE, BECAUSE, BEEEECCCAAAAUUUUUSE! (Beeecaauusse ends on a long note that leads into a full-on Pavarotti-like aria.) I’LL MAKE A SPECTACULA DRACULA(All VAMPIRES sing operatic counterpoint throughout.) PHIL THE UNDEAD GEEK THE SCOURGE OF PALO ALTO WHAT HAVOC I’LL WREAK WHEN I BITE THE APPLE I’LL SCREAM YAHOO AND SWOOP AND DELETE EVERY LAST CHARACTER OF EVERY LAST TWEET SUCKING MICROSOFT DRY, FLYING HITHER AND YON THE ONLY DEADLY HACKER IN VAL SILICON I’LL SHOW INTELL WHEN I BITE INTUIT BID EBAY GOODBYE I SWEAR I’LL DO IT I’LL BUGGLE DE GOOGLE AND SUCK FACEBOOK FRIENDS EVERYONE AT CISCO WILL KNOW THIS IS THE END NETFLIX’LL BE STREAMING IN THROUGH MY FANGS ADOBE WILL SATISFY MY HUNGER PANGS THEY’VE GIVEN US A TERRIBLE AFFLICTION A FOREVER SPAWNING CYBER ADDICTION THEY’VE CHANGED OUR LIVES AND MADE MOUNTAINS OF CASH AND WHEN I’M THROUGH, THEY’LL BE GONE…ON A FLASH. A SPECTACULA DRACULA THE UNDEAD GEEK A DEADLY VIRUS, A TROJAN, A WORM NO PATCH CAN STOP ME! THIS IS MY DESTINY! PHIL (grabs crotch) Hi, pretty ladies. . . you are definitely my type! I got your “hard drive” right here! (He jumps down. PRIAPUS points to the barrel for PHIL to get back in. Dejected, PHIL gets in but doesn’t put the top on. VAMPIRES react with disgust and finish with crescendo!) VAMPIRES PRIAPUS, OH, PRIAPUS DON’T MAKE HIM ONE OF US PRIAPUS. . . DON’T. . . MAKE. . . HIM. . . ONE OF. . . US!

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