"December 25th 1622, Paris France,
This year is perhaps one of the coldest on record. It seems stupid of me to think such things for what do my kind have to worry about cold. It is my 30th year of life and my 4th year of living undead. I am reminded that I need not think of such things as age anymore but I find that the small amount of humanity and therefore sanity that I have is held within my rememberance that I am an elder.
A sort of snobbishness comes with age; a reason to gloat that I have survived the years that others have not. Above that, I have survived the years and remained as beautiful as I was the day I died.
The people shiver all around me and grow wrinkles as they squint to keep the snow from their eyes. I try the same thing out of some curiosity but I am unchanged as always. They disgust me in their happiness. Mortals gallivanting around like death will never come to them but I know of at least one it will visit tonight!
She looks lost. Unchanged by the bitter frost. Unwavering in her beauty but solemnly hopeless for a better life than her rags and tattered stockings. Amongst all the aristocracy, she is my only prey. She looks as if her blood would taste as sweet as death its self. She winces at the snow kicked up by a passing sleigh.
She gets up. What a beauty; what hot blooded despair! My angel of darkness and bitter callous lacivity!
I follow her into a darkened alley as she turns and throws me against a wall, biting into my neck and draining me with the merciless speed of a trained killer. She stops.
"James Toulor, of the Carolingian line and the Icarian sire. What brings the Duke of Rennet to Paris?" She says.
"Ha! Well nice to meet you too..." I say.
"Answer my question, fledgling!" She demands.
"No need to get snippy, Ms...."
"Arabella DeGall. Princess of Revena, Portugal and family Corajoso." She said.
"You're an aristocrat?" I say.
"As are you, as was your sire who was Icarian, which she shared with you, which makes you Icarian. It makes you and her Ventru. Welcome to the Ventru fledgling. I'm sorry your sire told you no more."
I smiled and asked if she might accompany me for a drink.
She told me my blood would make any other seem dull by comparison but we had eternity to meet again.
We stare at each other for a moment and I muse at her talent for acting for it is hard to act as a human when you are so far from being one.
In my hurry to discuss life with her I look to the street for a suggestion for but a moment but when I turned back, she was gone.
"So Ventru, I be, huh? News to me. I'm hungry. I want to kill somebody..." I thought, disappearing into the night...
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