Amadeus Stardust

Amadeus Stardust


The New Orleans songstress and vampiress Angelique Dumont was sitting in a black evening dress in a West London theatre auditorium memorizing her lines for the role of Mina Harker in a musical version of Dracula.


She heard the theatre auditorium door open and in walked her friend Amadeus Emanon.


He looked disheveled and his hair was wild and uncombed.

"Why, Amadeus, what's wrong?" Angelique asked him.

"David Bowie is dead," said Amadeus, a tear dripping down his cheek.


"Why, yes," Angelique nodded, "the whole world knows that David Bowie is dead. But... did you know him personally at all, Amadeus?".


"No, I never met the man," Amadeus started to weep uncontrollably.


Angelique reached into her purse and handed him a handkerchief which he accepted gratefully.


"You must have been quite a devoted fan," Angelique patted his shoulder, "to take his death pretty hard."


"He was one individual I could really relate to," Amadeus wiped his eyes, "he and Oscar Wilde I could both relate to. Although of course Oscar Wilde was already dead by the time I was genetically cloned and created in Dr. Cadbury Rocher's lab, Oscar Wilde having died way back in 1900."


"You could really relate to both Oscar Wilde and David Bowie?" Angelique was somewhat taken aback, "Does this mean you're gay or bisexual, Amadeus?".


Angelique was somewhat surprised. She had dated Amadeus on numerous occasions. Although Amadeus had always been the perfect gentlemen (as opposed to the multitude of horny males who were always trying to hump her particularly one Renfield R. Renfield), she had put this down to a somewhat Peter Pan style childlike innocence about him rather than a lack of sexual attraction to females.


"No," said Amadeus, "what I liked about Wilde and Bowie was that they always felt like outsiders, like aliens, like strangers living in a strange land.  I always felt like an outsider, an alien, having been cloned and genetically created in a lab and then born wholesale as an adult emerging from a giant test tube. I was adult in body at my birth but my mind was still like a child's, like an infant's. Even now, I still grapple with being an adult on the outside but I still feel like a child on the inside."

Amadeus, she knew, had been cloned and created back in late 2005.  So in effect he was only 10 years old although as he had said, he had emerged out of the giant test tube in Dr. Rocher's lab with the body of an adult.


Funny, he and Renfield were so different.


Renfield, she understood, had been genetically cloned and created back in early 2005, several months before Amadeus.


He too had emerged from the giant test tube with the body of an adult.

But she gathered that Renfield had always acted with the mind of an adult.


Perhaps it was the DNA they were cloned from.

Amadeus was cloned from the DNA of strands of hair from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, British actor Alan Rickman and California mass murderer Charles Manson.


Renfield had been cloned from the DNA of strands of hair from Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte, French poet Charles Baudelaire and Germany's Iron Chancellor Otto von Bismarck as well as the DNA of North Korean cannibalistic killer hamsters (who had been secretly created in a Pyongyang lab back in 2000).


The latter strands of DNA allowed Renfield to shape shift from human to hamster and back again.


"I'm sorry you feel like such an outsider,  Amadeus," she patted his shoulder again.


"It doesn't help knowing that I've got someone like Charles Manson in my DNA," Amadeus moaned, "does this mean that I'm going to someday become a murderer like Manson?".


"Despite what the eugenicists of old and the eugenicists of today might think," Angelique whispered to Amadeus,  "DNA like clothes do not make the man."


Amadeus stopped crying.


"So," Amadeus asked Angelique, "who do you think will be the next David Bowie?".

Angelique smiled at him, "David Bowie was one of a kind. There will never be another David Bowie. Just like there will never truly be another Oscar Wilde. That's the thing about great artists. They're truly one of a kind. No one will ever be truly like them. Great artists were and are great because they were and always are what they are."


"So no new David Bowie?"Amadeus looked at the stage.


"The world never does know what it's looking for," Angelique said, "it stumbles around like a man in a fog shrouded night. Oscar Wilde burst on the world in the late 19th Century. David Bowie burst on the world in the late 20th Century. The world is only 4 years away from the decade of the 2020s.  Maybe what the world needs right now is not another Oscar Wilde or another David Bowie."


"So," Amadeus looked down, "what does the world need right now?".


"Well," Angelique stood up, "maybe what the world needs right now... is... Amadeus Emanon."


Angelique walked away leaving Amadeus in the darkness of the theatre auditorium.


A few minutes later the theatre's lightning technician, practicing for when the play started in an hour's time, just happened to shine the spotlight on Amadeus sitting in his seat in the darkened auditorium.


-A vampire novel chapter
 written by Christopher
 Tuesday January 12th
 2016.


Post-Script: The great actor Alan Rickman who played Severus Snape in all 8 Harry Potter films as well as numerous other great roles in film, on stage and on radio died today Thursday January 14th 2016 at the age of 69.

I've always been a huge fan of Alan Rickman.
When I first introduced the character of Amadeus Emanon into my series of vampire novels back in 2006, I chose Alan Rickman as one of the persons whose DNA was involved in his cloning.

I wrote this particular chapter two days ago Tuesday January 12th (two days after the death of David Bowie),

Little did I know at the time of that writing 2 days ago that Alan Rickman (from whom part of Amadeus Emanon was cloned) would die 2 days later.

It makes the ending of this chapter a lot more poignant (and possibly prophetic).


-Christopher


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