Summary: You awaken to a voice you never thought you’d hear again—Zach, who’s come to rescue you after surviving the attempts on his life. The two of you make to escape, but Lovell catches you, and he’s not about to let you go without a fight. Luckily, you still have a secret weapon…and with your physical and mental chains finally broken, it’s time to put an end to Lovell’s reign of terror for good.

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Author’s Note: The title up above says MM4F, but a single voice actor is welcome to fill the script and do multiple character voices! Y’all are the artists—do whatever works best for you!

CW: stabbing/violence, themes of domination & possession; curse words; captive listener; use of chains; compulsion, threats

Characters:

• SILAS LOVELL (“Luh-VELL”) - Vampire; head of the Lovell Clan. Self-important, dominant, salacious. Enjoys holding power over others, particularly humans.
• ZACHARIAH BEAUMONT - Vampire; head of the Beaumont Clan. Kind and humble. Believes that humans should not be enslaved, and that vampires should only subsist off donated blood. Lovell’s biggest rival, and a thorn in his side.

Usage:

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• Gender-flipping and small tweaks are okay, but no large edits are permitted.
• Feel free to use music or insert sound effects if you’d like. Any sound effects given are suggestions–use at your discretion. *Sound effects in bold, set apart by asterisks\*
• Any dialogue or reactions given by the Listener are purely for the benefit of the VA, to help them feel like they have something to respond to while they’re acting. Listener reactions in italics.
• Please let me know if you have any questions!

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The Listener starts to regain consciousness to the sound of Beaumont’s voice. He’s still weakened from drinking blood tainted with Holy Water at the ball, but even so, he has come to rescue the Listener.

\Sound effect—Beaumont’s frantic voice fades in\**

BEAUMONT: **desperate* …*Nightingale!? Nightingale, can you hear me!? Oh, sh*t...oh, darling, please; please; wake up! Please!

The Listener stirs, opening their eyes.

BEAUMONT: \nearly crying with relief** Oh, praise the Lady!!! Oh, my precious Nightingale…I–I was afraid you’d be—are you alright!?

“Zach…it’s you! You’re alive!”

BEAUMONT: Yes; it’s me! Damn it—that bastard told you I was dead, didn’t he!? Damn him! And your neck… \sees the raw marks from Lovell’s bites. Guilt-stricken** Oh, sweet Lady. Darling, I’m—there are no words in any language to say how sorry I am. Listen, it’s going to be alright; I promise. I’m going to get you out of here. I swear on my unbeating heart!

“But…how!? How did you survive the crash!?”

BEAUMONT: How did I survive the carriage accident? I managed to jump out in the nick of time. Another few seconds, and I’d have gone over the cliff with it, but I think fate was on our side that night. The Ghouls had already taken off—they fled as soon as they’d grabbed you. I tried to follow once I escaped, but I ended up collapsing right there on the side of the road…I was too weak from the poison.

“But…the Holy Water…how come it didn’t-–!?”

BEAUMONT: Shh! No time! Come on—we’ve got to get out of here! Let me see your bindings. \begins an incantation* Vincula perdetis!*

\Sound effects—magic; breaking chains\**

BEAUMONT: Sh*t—he might’ve heard that! Can you walk, darling? Here—take my hand; I’ll help you up. That’s it. \lowers voice** Wait—do you still have it? Just in case?...

The Listener nods.

BEAUMONT: Good. Hopefully, it won’t come to that. Now, put your arm around my shoulder. I know; I’m still a little weak, but don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Here, let me—

LOVELL: Motus desine!

\Sound effect—magic, as Beaumont is frozen in place\**

BEAUMONT: No—NO! Damn it—I can’t move!

LOVELL: Would you look at that? I thought I heard a little rat scurrying around my halls. So…back once again, are you, boy? \rage* Fur damnatus!* [Translation: “Damned thief!”] You’re like a pestilence…just when I think I’m finally rid of you, you return, like boils on my flesh! I swear on our our Lady Night, I will stamp you out once and for all!

BEAUMONT: You have no right to speak her name, you bastard! You are everything she stood against!

LOVELL: Insolent knave! How the hell are you still alive!? How did you survive that Holy Water!?

BEAUMONT: I think you already know.

LOVELL: Oh, really? Is it your precious Lady again? Even if it’s true…you really think her protection will last you forever? Do you truly believe she can protect you from me? All cower before me, be they mortal, immortal, or god. Even she wouldn’t dare to interfere!

BEAUMONT: Lovell! I swear on the tears of both Lilith, and my Nightingale…this ends tonight! One way or another, only one of us leaves this room alive! Now release me, and fight me like a man!

LOVELL: Brave words, boy. Unfortunately for you, I don’t play fair. You’re frozen in place, at my mercy. Yes…as you said, only one of us leaves here alive. Well…only one immortal. Once you’re truly, finally dead, I’ll continue to drain your precious little Nightingale, day after day; night after night. With the only living Hunter in my power, I will be truly invincible. Then, there will be no force, dead or alive, in heaven or hell, that will even think of challenging me as you have!

BEAUMONT: I’d rather die as your challenger than live for all eternity, knowing I allowed the world to suffer at your hands!

LOVELL: And so you shall, boy. Requiesce in pace!

\Sound effects—Lovell starts to charge forward, but stops abruptly as the Listener throws herself in front of Beaumont\**

LOVELL: \noise of surprise** Well, well…what have we here? A little bird, swooping in at the last second?

BEAUMONT: Nightingale, no! What are you doing!?

“Back off!” the Listener screams.

LOVELL: Hmm? What was that, my pet?

“Back off! If you want him, you’ll have to go through me!”

LOVELL: Back off, you say? If I want him, I have to go through you??? \laugh** Oh, this is just marvelous! My poor little pet—are you actually attempting to save him? Just look at you…hovering in front of him, arms outstretched, like a bird spreading its wings. It’s charming, really. As vain of an attempt as it is, I admit, I’m impressed. The valor that runs through those veins…just one of your many delectable qualities. \inhales** Mmm, yes…that adrenaline. So sharp, and sweet. I can almost hear it calling to me. I think your blood should have had enough time to replenish itself by now, wouldn’t you say?

BEAUMONT: \realizes what Lovell is doing** No! Oh, sweet Lady; no; please!—

LOVELL: Silence! What do you say, my pet? Shall we give the boy a little show, before he dies? Yes…I think we shall. After all, it would be a shame to waste a captive audience, hmm?

The Listener tries to protest.

LOVELL: \chuckle** You can try to refuse all you want, darling, but I’m afraid you have little choice. Now…\Sound effect—slight echo/reverb to Lovell’s words, to show he’s using hypnosis\** Come here, my pet. Yes…that’s right. Come to me.

BEAUMONT: No! No; Nightingale, you have to fight it! Please!—

LOVELL: Ignore him, darling. It’s useless to resist. Just listen to me. That’s right…listen to your master. Walking forward, towards me. Yes; that’s it. This is how it should be, isn’t it, my pet? No defiance, no rebellion…just obedience. Yes…submitting to your master. Now…tilt your head to the side. Further…further…good. Oh, yes; my pet. Show that poor, besotted fool that you are mine…forev—

\Sound effect—stabbing. Lovell’s voice cuts off. The Listener has stabbed him with a sharp stake, which was concealed beneath the fabric of her ball outfit\**

LOVELL: \gasping, choking** Wh…what? No…you…impossible! No one can…resist my power! How could…how could you have managed to—?

The Listener says that they were never under his spell to begin with—it was all a ruse. They pretended to be hypnotized, so that they could get close enough to stake him.

LOVELL: It…it was all a ruse? You were…never under my spell to…to begin with!? No! You…you little wretch! I…I cannot be beaten by a mere human! I…*choking grows worse\* No…I…I cannot die…no…NO!...

\Sound effects—a scream from Lovell, accompanied by a crumbling sound, as he turns to ash. The stake clatters to the floor, and then silence\**

BEAUMONT: Nightingale!!!

Beaumont races to the Listener’s side, and hugs them tightly.

BEAUMONT: Oh, Nightingale! My darling—are you alright!? You did it! By the Lady’s grace, you did it! Oh, Nightingale…I, I’m so proud of you! I can’t even find the right words!

The Listener clings to him, trembling, as she finally lets her tears fall.

BEAUMONT: Shhhh; it’s okay. Shhhhhh. Just hold onto me. It’s alright, darling. It’s alright. He’s gone. It’s finally over.