Author: hpaddictedg PM
When death, like a gypsy, comes to steal what I love...Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Angst - Words: 667 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 2 - Published: 08-28-04 - id: 2033498
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A/N: This story answers a question that had been floating around my mind whilst reading the scene in which Eli and Moishe were murdered (sixth book): what if any believers, aside from the ones mentioned in the book, were present at the time? The person that I'm particularly focusing on is the woman who vomited while the "dance" was going on. I don't believe that any stories are out there like this one…I'm original! By the way, I've only read up to the seventh book so far, so don't freak out if any facts that are revealed in the later books are wrong here.
"Moishe knelt and covered his eyes as if in prayer. Carpathia shot him through the top of the head, making him flop into the fence and land on his chin, limbs splayed."
The blood splattered onto the crowd, causing some to shout in horror and others to laugh at the fallen prophets and at one another. Her own arm was covered in the sticky, pungent liquid-she was standing far too close to the "Jerusalem Twosome", as Carpathia insisted on calling them-and the sight of it nearly caused her to faint. She couldn't believe that they were dead; they had been her mentors and the ones who had brought her to Christ. She wouldn't believe it; there was no way that it could be true! But she saw the bodies, crumbled in a grotesque heap, and knew that it was true. She turned away from the sight, but the image of the pair was still burned into her eyelids.
Carpathia gave a glowing smile to the cheering crowd, which proceeded to shout even louder and soon began dancing. There was no music, but the macabre dance went on nonetheless, the people pushing each other and swaying drunkenly and trying to get close enough to the bodies to kick them and spit on them. She tried to get away, to get back to her car and drive home and forget that this had ever happened, but a man with an intoxicated smile and fiery-red eyes pulled her back into the crowd. She allowed herself to be manipulated, to be jostled and grabbed and flung around, simply because she didn't feel that she had control over anything anymore. Alcohol was then distributed; the people became drunk for real and the swaying and dancing became more violent. The people were hitting each other and kicking the bodies, and soon they joined hands and began dancing around them.
"You're not so strong now, are you?" one man jeered at the dead prophets. "All hail Carpathia!" The cheer went up through the crowd; some were even praying and crying and carrying on like what had just occurred was some kind of miracle. She wished that the prophets would jump up, that this was all a joke and everything would stop, but still they laid there, blood staining the ground around them, and still the people danced and shouted and cheered and drank and drank and drank. And all she wanted now was to die.
Two men grabbed her arms, one on each side, and pulled her into the circle of people dancing around the fallen prophets. She tried to resist, but the pull of the inebriated men was too strong; soon she, too, was circling around Eli and Moishe. She looked to her left, and the man with the fiery eyes was grasping her wrist and smirking. She cried out, but her voice was lost in the sound of hundreds of thousands of people cheering. She tried to stop, but was pulled and urged on again by the man on her right side. Finally, though, she could move no more.
"A middle-aged woman, one shoe missing, bent to vomit and was bowled over by some who thought the circle was still going…"