Kindred: James Toulor, Part 4

March 3rd, 1800,
The Yazoo Lands were as boring as any I had been to but with my commanding fortune, we quickly became the leader in every venture we undertook.

I am briefly contacted by Augusto Vidal who, through his haste and paranoia, begs me to use my influence as a duke to deter the French from taking his princedom away.  I have to move vast amounts of wealth but I manage to stall for him.  The rest is like a forgotten life; for the chaos that New Orleans brought was of little comfort to me and my stunning companion. Our life is here now and our growth is phenomenal when we're not caught up with my position as an advisor to him from 1770 up unto 6 years ago.  The fires were the last straw in our new life here in Yazoo.

Our preternatural minds gave us the stunning ability to understand complex concepts at an alarmingly quick rate. Through powers, unbeknownst to me, Cyrilla only had to touch a book, close her eyes, and she would absorb the knowledge within. She was always two steps ahead of me but whether it was through pity or through love, she never looked down upon me for my shortcomings.

A kindred seems to lose his soul and understanding of love through his transformation but never, frozen in time does he lose the passion he was born with. Through something they call, "the beast," sometimes his passion can be amplified to unimaginable levels.

Although I didn't know it at the time, nor did I care, Cyrilla was in the prime of her 2,075th year of life. She was daunting and quiet but must have heard the thoughts and felt the concerns of many for as terrifying as she could be, she was equally just. It was for this reason that one of my better qualities is the justice I had learned from her.

Looking at her now, on the veranda, I mused over how hard it had been to be allowed to have this union, partnership and dark kinship with her. Were it not for that brief coup de etat of sorts in 1779, we may not have found such romance...