Post by lestat2 on Jul 1, 2010 9:37:14 GMT -7
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Lestat de Lioncourt
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General Information
Your Character model: Tom Cruise
Where is your character from? Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles
First Name: Lestat
Last Name: de Lioncourt
Age/Birthday: 249 years old / November 7th, 1760
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Alignment: It's debatable. Neutral, some might see him as evil.
Occupation: -
Ethnicity: White - French
Nationality: French
Family: Lestat grew up within an aristocrat family as the 7th brother, though two of his brothers didn't live to adulthood. He made his mother Gabrielle a vampire and she is still living.
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Appearance and Description
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Appearance:
Nowadays Lestat still likes expensive clothes, such as Gucci boots and Armani sunglasses even though he never sees the sun. He takes care of his appearance, wearing tailored jackets and jeans, while always finding a place for his cameo brooches.
Lestat is around six feet tall and has blond loose curls that fall to just above his shoulders. His eyes are gray but occasionally look blue or violet when they absorb light from the surfaces around them.
He is stunning and somewhat hypnotising with his golden skin (caused by a suicide attempt) and powerful aura. No one messes with Lestat unless they have a death wish though at times he can be quite kind and lenient, particularly to Talamascans even though he despises them at times.
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Character context
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Character History: (There's no way to summarize this guys history, it's impossible.)
I would guess that he was made a vampire within the 1780's since he was born in 1760. While living in Paris with Nicolas as an actor, Lestat is kidnapped by an ancient vampire called Magnus. Magnus turns Lestat without giving him a choice as he wants Lestat as his heir so he can give him all his fortunes, after this Magnus commits suicide leaving Lestat with no guidance on how to survive as a vampire.
After trying to provide for his mortal friends and family while distancing himself, he finds that this is more difficult than he first thought. Gabrielle, his mother, becomes his first vampire companion when she is dying from consumption. He then ends up making his best friend, Nicolas de Lenfent, a vampire after Lestat saves him from the Children of Darkness, a coven run by the vampire Armand.
Lestat then buys a theater which he leaves with Nicolas to be run by vampires while he goes travelling. Lestat later finds out that Nicolas has destroyed himself, unhappy with his existence after Armand chops off his hands so he can no longer play his beloved violin.
Alone yet again, questioning the existence of vampires and devastated with his loss, Lestat buries himself within the ground. Eventually after time has past, Marius, an ancient vampire and the maker of Armand, finds him and digs him up. Marius shows him Those Who Must Be Kept and teaches him of the origins of vampires. When Lestat plays Nicki's violin to the king and queen of vampires, Akasha arises and offers him her blood. Lestat drinks from her but this angers the king and Enkil is about to crush his skull when Marius comes to the rescue. Marius orders that Lestat must leave the island for his own safety.
Lestat moves on again, taking his old and blind father with him who has no idea that Lestat is a vampire, this time to the newly forming America, specifically New Orleans. This is where he finds Louis de Pointe du Lac and turns him into a vampire. Louis becomes another fledgling of Lestat's to be unhappy with his existence. After years of fighting, Lestat creates a child vampire Claudia after Louis gives into his vampire nature and almost kills her.
He hopes that with Claudia maybe they can become a family but after decades of living together, Claudia also becomes bitter, annoyed with Lestat's lack of teachings and answers. To get away from Lestat, Claudia poisons his blood and stabs him over and over again until Lestat is almost drained of blood. Since Claudia and Louis know hardly anything of vampires they believe Lestat is dead and place his body in a swamp.
Lestat eventually rises from the swamp and goes to destroy Claudia. Louis, in an attempt to save her sets Lestat on fire and he goes up with the rest of their home in which they believe he is truely destroyed this time.
Yet again Lestat survives and goes back to Paris, turning up badly wounded at the Theatre des Vampires asking Armand for help. Armand takes Lestat prisoner, starving him of blood so that he would admit to the rest of the theater vampires who did this to him, Lestat is forced to say Claudia even though he loves her. After Claudia is destroyed, Armand throws Lestat off of a tower to break every bone in his body because Armand wants Louis to himself.
Decades later Armand admits to Louis that Lestat is not dead but only crippled and living in New Orleans. Armand visits Lestat and tells him that Louis is still alive and Armand offers to help Lestat recover but only if Lestat loves him in return. Lestat turns down the offer not willing to be a slave to anyone.
In the early part of the twentieth century Lestat buries himself again and does not rise until the 80s where he is thrilled by rock music. So much so, that Lestat starts a rock band with a bunch of mortals and publishes his own biography to put straight the lies in Louis' interview. The night before his concert, Louis comes to Lestat's home where Louis forgives Lestat for the past.
Meanwhile, Akasha has risen again at the sound of Lestat's music and kidnaps him as her prince just before he is about to go to sleep for the day. She gives him her blood and teaches him how to fly before they go and confront the remaining vampires. Akasha offers them the choice to join her crusade or to be hunted and killed. This is when Lestat turns against her and Maharet and Makare destroy her and become the new queens.
A little while after this drama, Lestat becomes extremely lonely and experiments with killing himself, leaving himself out in the sun for days until David rescues him. Lestat then goes on a mission to swap his body for a mortal one, this of course goes wrong and the body thief steals Lestat's powerful body. Trapped in a mortal body, Lestat goes to Louis, hoping that he might make him a vampire again so that he can go find his real body. Louis refuses making Lestat so angry that he burns down Louis' cottage. Lestat then goes to his mortal friend, David, an elderly man that works for the Talamasca.
With David he hunts down his body and reclaims it, the body thief then steals David's body and Lestat is forced to destroy him, leaving David in the younger mortal body. Lestat then forces David to become a vampire after asking many times over the year, making a much stronger vampire than he had when he made Louis. David disappears and when Lestat returns home he finds that David has already arrived and has been speaking with Louis, they both leave for Brazil despite Lestat's protests. Lestat finds himself alone yet again.
Lestat is later offered a job from Memnoch the devil, he is forced through trials and events that leave him physically and emotionally wounded although he gets to drink from Jesus himself. The vampire Lestat fights the devil, turning down the offer and returns back to New Orleans. Losing control of himself, Maharet is forced to chain the powerful vampire within a convent to protect himself and others. When Lestat is finally released he goes into a long coma on the chapel floor, he only eventually wakes up when Marius' new fledgling Sybelle begins to play the piano.
After the events of Merrick bringing forward the ghost of Claudia, Louis attempts suicide by letting himself bake in the sun, in which David and Lestat heal him and he becomes a stronger vampire than he was before.
Lestat is still living within the french quarter of the city of New Orleans, lonely, tired and most likely bored.
I'm not going to describe the last couple books as nothing momentous happened to Lestat specifically, apart from the fact he tried to become a saint, and no one wants a power playing Saint Lestat, Anne Rice already power played enough. Emotionally he has many weaknesses though.
Personality:
Sometimes he can be very very arrogant, he's been known to have been called a 'brat prince' and Louis, his fledging, calls him 'a perfect devil', Lestat has even called himself a 'gorgeous fiend' and 'the magnificent one'. He's bold, brash, confident, defiant as he definitely likes to rebel against Marius' rules. He can be very vain at times which relates to his love of fashion.
Lestat can also be cold at times, when he is angry people often know about it as he likes to rant and rave until the foundations of the house shake. His changes in moods can often surprise people as they are quite unpredictable. He can go from furious to dejected, or from harsh to kind.
He relies on company and severely does not enjoy being alone, he cherishes his fledglings and that's his downfall. He'll make many vampires for his selfish needs and when they don't love him back and leave him, the hurt runs deep within his soul. When he loves, he loves with all his heart, leaving it open for people to take advantage of it.
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RPG Sample
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I could feel the familiar dragging on my soul as I was taken down into some sort of vampiric coma like sleep. It had been over a decade since I’d last experienced this and it made me wonder why this was happening now when I was quite content and Memnoch and the angels were long gone. I laid down on the bed tiredly, my eyes staring up at the ornate ceiling and then I was gone, like a click of the fingers. Gone from 2010 and into a deep sleep or so I thought.
I was in an alley, an old one by the looks of it and one that incredibly stank. My poor vampire nostrils were assaulted by the smell of humans all living close together under the heat of the summer night and this alley seemed to be their sewer. I had the slightest feeling I wasn’t in the 21st century any more, especially when I pushed my mind gift out to meet the thoughts of those around me.
It was peculiar, they were speaking some old sort of Italian, thankfully I had learnt Greek and Latin in the past due to pure boredom so I could understand what they were saying. It was when I left that dingy alley and saw the water glittering under the moonlight that I instantly knew I was in Venice. What year, I wasn’t sure yet but by the clothes of the mortals still awake I would have to guess at renaissance. Which was ironic really because it raised the expectations that Marius and Armand might be here in the city, or ‘Amadeo’ if you wanted complete accuracy.
I could feel the eyes on me, the mortal drunkards looking at me as though I was some sort of alien and the prostitutes eying me like they were all about to lunge at my feet. Any respecting woman would obviously not be out on the streets at this time of night unless with their spouse. I felt the presence of one female gradually grow closer to me and I turned to look at her.
I wore a soft black velvet frock coat, a coat that still had a century until it properly came into fashion. My eyes shone brightly with the lack of sunglasses and I knew that *she* knew that I wasn’t completely human. She gasped in awe and a little in horror but I quickly calmed her mind so that she wouldn’t begin to rant about angels, devils, aliens and witches.
She was scantily clad in a renaissance dress, her waist was synced in tightly and yet her breasts seem as though they might fall out from the thin linen they quivered behind. She was poor, a women of the streets she did not seem to belong to a brothel and she was definitely not a courtesan. She was plain, dirt covered her clothes and she might have been pretty if it wasn’t for the fact her dark hair wasn’t matted.
Although she had paused when she’d first looked into my eyes, she had gathered the courage to keep walking, her chest pushed out and hips swaying as though she wanted to appeal to me. “You’re beautiful.” She told me in Latin as she rested her hand on my chest. I nodded in agreement. I am quite.
I wrapped my arm around her little waist and her eyes lit up at the prospect of employment. In fact, I was starving and she would be the perfect meal. Prostitutes were rarer in the 21st century but here I could kill many a night and never be found nor would I ever run out, not that I would waste human life like that any more.
“Please, I’m a foreigner.” I told her as I led her to a darkened spot where the smell of sewage hit me again. “I’m new to this area, I would like for you to show me the wonders of a Venetian woman.” I played the part for her as I held her against the alley wall and she smiled in a way she must have thought was seductive.
“It would be my pleasure.” She said pulling up the dirty petticoats up to her waist as though this was my invitation to her body because of course a woman like her didn’t bother with underwear.
My mind however was on her beating heart and how it became faster with every minute passed and my mouth was already at her chest. I moved the flimsy fabric and bit, and even this part of her plump olive skin was dirty. I pushed her mind to think she was in pleasure and that I was doing the deed that we’d come to this darken corner to do and I gave her the happy thought that I would pay her heavily.
Though of course her fragile life was already slipping from her and her long death had already started but when I pulled away from her breast with not a drop spilt, her dying eyes seemed happy and unaware of her fate. I kissed her lips and then she was dead. I mourned this dirty street urchin of course but I rarely let my mind linger on such a thing and never did I show it. I placed her down on the ground and with the wound already concealed the Venetians would not know what to make of the untouched body, most likely poisoned by an angry customer.
Now that I was full and I looked remotely human again, I would start on my quest to find the handsome Marius and his beautiful Amadeo before the night was out. I wondered what they would make of me, I wondered if Marius was in town at all and whether he’d left his boy to fend all by himself. I needed a place to stay through the day and I would be safe with them.
It didn’t actually take me all that long to find the young Armand. How peculiar it was that I was now many more times his age and not vice versa, I was used to him acting the eldest even though he never looked like it.
He was a very young vampire now and my eyes followed him as he moved down the side of the canal. He was slow, very mortal like still and I saw the appeal that Marius obviously had. By the time I had met Armand any mortality had been ripped viciously from him but this Amadeo was quite something, only a few weeks old at the most. Still thinking, moving and acting like a mortal and it made me smile. How sweet this boy still seemed.
I slowly walked behind the young vampire, mimicking his light steps, I hid my strong presence from him and as we neared an alley I accosted him. Taking him boldly by the hand, I swept him into the alley before he could blink. “Do not be alarmed, young one, I am an ally and a friend.” I said to him, showing myself under the bright moonlight and I no longer hid the power that was held behind barriers within my mind. How nice it was to be superior.
Lestat de Lioncourt
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General Information
Your Character model: Tom Cruise
Where is your character from? Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles
First Name: Lestat
Last Name: de Lioncourt
Age/Birthday: 249 years old / November 7th, 1760
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Alignment: It's debatable. Neutral, some might see him as evil.
Occupation: -
Ethnicity: White - French
Nationality: French
Family: Lestat grew up within an aristocrat family as the 7th brother, though two of his brothers didn't live to adulthood. He made his mother Gabrielle a vampire and she is still living.
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Appearance and Description
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Appearance:
Nowadays Lestat still likes expensive clothes, such as Gucci boots and Armani sunglasses even though he never sees the sun. He takes care of his appearance, wearing tailored jackets and jeans, while always finding a place for his cameo brooches.
Lestat is around six feet tall and has blond loose curls that fall to just above his shoulders. His eyes are gray but occasionally look blue or violet when they absorb light from the surfaces around them.
He is stunning and somewhat hypnotising with his golden skin (caused by a suicide attempt) and powerful aura. No one messes with Lestat unless they have a death wish though at times he can be quite kind and lenient, particularly to Talamascans even though he despises them at times.
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Character context
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Character History: (There's no way to summarize this guys history, it's impossible.)
I would guess that he was made a vampire within the 1780's since he was born in 1760. While living in Paris with Nicolas as an actor, Lestat is kidnapped by an ancient vampire called Magnus. Magnus turns Lestat without giving him a choice as he wants Lestat as his heir so he can give him all his fortunes, after this Magnus commits suicide leaving Lestat with no guidance on how to survive as a vampire.
After trying to provide for his mortal friends and family while distancing himself, he finds that this is more difficult than he first thought. Gabrielle, his mother, becomes his first vampire companion when she is dying from consumption. He then ends up making his best friend, Nicolas de Lenfent, a vampire after Lestat saves him from the Children of Darkness, a coven run by the vampire Armand.
Lestat then buys a theater which he leaves with Nicolas to be run by vampires while he goes travelling. Lestat later finds out that Nicolas has destroyed himself, unhappy with his existence after Armand chops off his hands so he can no longer play his beloved violin.
Alone yet again, questioning the existence of vampires and devastated with his loss, Lestat buries himself within the ground. Eventually after time has past, Marius, an ancient vampire and the maker of Armand, finds him and digs him up. Marius shows him Those Who Must Be Kept and teaches him of the origins of vampires. When Lestat plays Nicki's violin to the king and queen of vampires, Akasha arises and offers him her blood. Lestat drinks from her but this angers the king and Enkil is about to crush his skull when Marius comes to the rescue. Marius orders that Lestat must leave the island for his own safety.
Lestat moves on again, taking his old and blind father with him who has no idea that Lestat is a vampire, this time to the newly forming America, specifically New Orleans. This is where he finds Louis de Pointe du Lac and turns him into a vampire. Louis becomes another fledgling of Lestat's to be unhappy with his existence. After years of fighting, Lestat creates a child vampire Claudia after Louis gives into his vampire nature and almost kills her.
He hopes that with Claudia maybe they can become a family but after decades of living together, Claudia also becomes bitter, annoyed with Lestat's lack of teachings and answers. To get away from Lestat, Claudia poisons his blood and stabs him over and over again until Lestat is almost drained of blood. Since Claudia and Louis know hardly anything of vampires they believe Lestat is dead and place his body in a swamp.
Lestat eventually rises from the swamp and goes to destroy Claudia. Louis, in an attempt to save her sets Lestat on fire and he goes up with the rest of their home in which they believe he is truely destroyed this time.
Yet again Lestat survives and goes back to Paris, turning up badly wounded at the Theatre des Vampires asking Armand for help. Armand takes Lestat prisoner, starving him of blood so that he would admit to the rest of the theater vampires who did this to him, Lestat is forced to say Claudia even though he loves her. After Claudia is destroyed, Armand throws Lestat off of a tower to break every bone in his body because Armand wants Louis to himself.
Decades later Armand admits to Louis that Lestat is not dead but only crippled and living in New Orleans. Armand visits Lestat and tells him that Louis is still alive and Armand offers to help Lestat recover but only if Lestat loves him in return. Lestat turns down the offer not willing to be a slave to anyone.
In the early part of the twentieth century Lestat buries himself again and does not rise until the 80s where he is thrilled by rock music. So much so, that Lestat starts a rock band with a bunch of mortals and publishes his own biography to put straight the lies in Louis' interview. The night before his concert, Louis comes to Lestat's home where Louis forgives Lestat for the past.
Meanwhile, Akasha has risen again at the sound of Lestat's music and kidnaps him as her prince just before he is about to go to sleep for the day. She gives him her blood and teaches him how to fly before they go and confront the remaining vampires. Akasha offers them the choice to join her crusade or to be hunted and killed. This is when Lestat turns against her and Maharet and Makare destroy her and become the new queens.
A little while after this drama, Lestat becomes extremely lonely and experiments with killing himself, leaving himself out in the sun for days until David rescues him. Lestat then goes on a mission to swap his body for a mortal one, this of course goes wrong and the body thief steals Lestat's powerful body. Trapped in a mortal body, Lestat goes to Louis, hoping that he might make him a vampire again so that he can go find his real body. Louis refuses making Lestat so angry that he burns down Louis' cottage. Lestat then goes to his mortal friend, David, an elderly man that works for the Talamasca.
With David he hunts down his body and reclaims it, the body thief then steals David's body and Lestat is forced to destroy him, leaving David in the younger mortal body. Lestat then forces David to become a vampire after asking many times over the year, making a much stronger vampire than he had when he made Louis. David disappears and when Lestat returns home he finds that David has already arrived and has been speaking with Louis, they both leave for Brazil despite Lestat's protests. Lestat finds himself alone yet again.
Lestat is later offered a job from Memnoch the devil, he is forced through trials and events that leave him physically and emotionally wounded although he gets to drink from Jesus himself. The vampire Lestat fights the devil, turning down the offer and returns back to New Orleans. Losing control of himself, Maharet is forced to chain the powerful vampire within a convent to protect himself and others. When Lestat is finally released he goes into a long coma on the chapel floor, he only eventually wakes up when Marius' new fledgling Sybelle begins to play the piano.
After the events of Merrick bringing forward the ghost of Claudia, Louis attempts suicide by letting himself bake in the sun, in which David and Lestat heal him and he becomes a stronger vampire than he was before.
Lestat is still living within the french quarter of the city of New Orleans, lonely, tired and most likely bored.
I'm not going to describe the last couple books as nothing momentous happened to Lestat specifically, apart from the fact he tried to become a saint, and no one wants a power playing Saint Lestat, Anne Rice already power played enough. Emotionally he has many weaknesses though.
Personality:
Sometimes he can be very very arrogant, he's been known to have been called a 'brat prince' and Louis, his fledging, calls him 'a perfect devil', Lestat has even called himself a 'gorgeous fiend' and 'the magnificent one'. He's bold, brash, confident, defiant as he definitely likes to rebel against Marius' rules. He can be very vain at times which relates to his love of fashion.
Lestat can also be cold at times, when he is angry people often know about it as he likes to rant and rave until the foundations of the house shake. His changes in moods can often surprise people as they are quite unpredictable. He can go from furious to dejected, or from harsh to kind.
He relies on company and severely does not enjoy being alone, he cherishes his fledglings and that's his downfall. He'll make many vampires for his selfish needs and when they don't love him back and leave him, the hurt runs deep within his soul. When he loves, he loves with all his heart, leaving it open for people to take advantage of it.
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RPG Sample
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I could feel the familiar dragging on my soul as I was taken down into some sort of vampiric coma like sleep. It had been over a decade since I’d last experienced this and it made me wonder why this was happening now when I was quite content and Memnoch and the angels were long gone. I laid down on the bed tiredly, my eyes staring up at the ornate ceiling and then I was gone, like a click of the fingers. Gone from 2010 and into a deep sleep or so I thought.
I was in an alley, an old one by the looks of it and one that incredibly stank. My poor vampire nostrils were assaulted by the smell of humans all living close together under the heat of the summer night and this alley seemed to be their sewer. I had the slightest feeling I wasn’t in the 21st century any more, especially when I pushed my mind gift out to meet the thoughts of those around me.
It was peculiar, they were speaking some old sort of Italian, thankfully I had learnt Greek and Latin in the past due to pure boredom so I could understand what they were saying. It was when I left that dingy alley and saw the water glittering under the moonlight that I instantly knew I was in Venice. What year, I wasn’t sure yet but by the clothes of the mortals still awake I would have to guess at renaissance. Which was ironic really because it raised the expectations that Marius and Armand might be here in the city, or ‘Amadeo’ if you wanted complete accuracy.
I could feel the eyes on me, the mortal drunkards looking at me as though I was some sort of alien and the prostitutes eying me like they were all about to lunge at my feet. Any respecting woman would obviously not be out on the streets at this time of night unless with their spouse. I felt the presence of one female gradually grow closer to me and I turned to look at her.
I wore a soft black velvet frock coat, a coat that still had a century until it properly came into fashion. My eyes shone brightly with the lack of sunglasses and I knew that *she* knew that I wasn’t completely human. She gasped in awe and a little in horror but I quickly calmed her mind so that she wouldn’t begin to rant about angels, devils, aliens and witches.
She was scantily clad in a renaissance dress, her waist was synced in tightly and yet her breasts seem as though they might fall out from the thin linen they quivered behind. She was poor, a women of the streets she did not seem to belong to a brothel and she was definitely not a courtesan. She was plain, dirt covered her clothes and she might have been pretty if it wasn’t for the fact her dark hair wasn’t matted.
Although she had paused when she’d first looked into my eyes, she had gathered the courage to keep walking, her chest pushed out and hips swaying as though she wanted to appeal to me. “You’re beautiful.” She told me in Latin as she rested her hand on my chest. I nodded in agreement. I am quite.
I wrapped my arm around her little waist and her eyes lit up at the prospect of employment. In fact, I was starving and she would be the perfect meal. Prostitutes were rarer in the 21st century but here I could kill many a night and never be found nor would I ever run out, not that I would waste human life like that any more.
“Please, I’m a foreigner.” I told her as I led her to a darkened spot where the smell of sewage hit me again. “I’m new to this area, I would like for you to show me the wonders of a Venetian woman.” I played the part for her as I held her against the alley wall and she smiled in a way she must have thought was seductive.
“It would be my pleasure.” She said pulling up the dirty petticoats up to her waist as though this was my invitation to her body because of course a woman like her didn’t bother with underwear.
My mind however was on her beating heart and how it became faster with every minute passed and my mouth was already at her chest. I moved the flimsy fabric and bit, and even this part of her plump olive skin was dirty. I pushed her mind to think she was in pleasure and that I was doing the deed that we’d come to this darken corner to do and I gave her the happy thought that I would pay her heavily.
Though of course her fragile life was already slipping from her and her long death had already started but when I pulled away from her breast with not a drop spilt, her dying eyes seemed happy and unaware of her fate. I kissed her lips and then she was dead. I mourned this dirty street urchin of course but I rarely let my mind linger on such a thing and never did I show it. I placed her down on the ground and with the wound already concealed the Venetians would not know what to make of the untouched body, most likely poisoned by an angry customer.
Now that I was full and I looked remotely human again, I would start on my quest to find the handsome Marius and his beautiful Amadeo before the night was out. I wondered what they would make of me, I wondered if Marius was in town at all and whether he’d left his boy to fend all by himself. I needed a place to stay through the day and I would be safe with them.
It didn’t actually take me all that long to find the young Armand. How peculiar it was that I was now many more times his age and not vice versa, I was used to him acting the eldest even though he never looked like it.
He was a very young vampire now and my eyes followed him as he moved down the side of the canal. He was slow, very mortal like still and I saw the appeal that Marius obviously had. By the time I had met Armand any mortality had been ripped viciously from him but this Amadeo was quite something, only a few weeks old at the most. Still thinking, moving and acting like a mortal and it made me smile. How sweet this boy still seemed.
I slowly walked behind the young vampire, mimicking his light steps, I hid my strong presence from him and as we neared an alley I accosted him. Taking him boldly by the hand, I swept him into the alley before he could blink. “Do not be alarmed, young one, I am an ally and a friend.” I said to him, showing myself under the bright moonlight and I no longer hid the power that was held behind barriers within my mind. How nice it was to be superior.