Armand - Eternally Misunderstood Immortal -

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“He sounds absolutely boring! A repetitive image of things done before, as all that we do and strive to be. Yet we are ourselves and crave praise that what we’ve done is better.” He shakes his head. “I’m sure he’s wonderful as a person but music in that genre is so dead, not that none of it is good. It’s just …. annoying at this point. I crave something new, or someone new to do things with. I’m terribly bored with my life as it is now.” He smiled looking over at his old companion. “Not in this moment, of course! I’m so glad you’ve found me. I promise not to put you in war paint.” 

He turns his attention to the street they’re about to cross and hums. “The house was built in nineteen twenty by Ethel and Anthony. I inherited it from Ethel in nineteen forty. I acted as a caretaker at night and helped her into whatever happens after death.  She put me into her will after her husband died listed as her nephew.”

Armand stayed silent. A point to focus on and minds to keep entertained was what a vampire needed, so easy to let yourself slip and become bereft and lost. Acknowledging the promise of no way paint.

"A bequest then. Have you faked your own demise as the nephew yet to re-inherit?" So many alias' he'd had over the years after the theatre.

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“I hardly expect you to care about anything in regards to myself whether you know me or not. I do not wish to be known by you or frankly anyone here though my gift certainly makes that difficult.” A soft scoff shaking his head bearly gripping Armand’s hand, so if he wished to pull away there was no problem. “It was a comparison to your beauty not … nevermind.” 

Fingers lace with his and he tries his hardest to think of something others had to explain to him when he was younger. He decided on the ocean on a sunny day, trying to picture it in his mind .  The pale sky , the muted water . He hadn’t been since he was little and his uncle had taken his siblings out for a week. The thoughts shift to his violin. The shine of the dull brown wood. He looked over at the curtains and walked over taking the fabric in his hands with a grin. “These weren’t this color when we…. when I played here! None of this looked like it does now! How could he have kept this from me?”

"Mayhaps I knew exactly what you meant and was just teasing." The others hand cool, but not as icy as his own.

"I haven't changed a thing. Your eyes are changed. Most aren't meant for this life, they burn out. Walk into the dawn, cleansed. He did not choose, he survived where others failed. So many bodies in a tower, fortunate so many graves were empty in my former catacombs." Dipping his quill in ink, continuing his ledger. "Lestat is gone, prove him right and fade. Or survive to spite him. No odds to me either way."

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Nicolas hummed as he picked up the pace a little. They had been walking for a while now so the impatience was understandable. “Un cœur? S'il vous plaît mon ami, ce n'est pas le moment de plaisanter. Je suis serieux. Je me sens vide. Je ne sens rien. J'essaie d'être heureux mais je ne peux pas. Je suis empty. I will look after yours. Mon trésor!” He giggled.  He slowed enough to dip slightly taking his hand once more with a small smile as he brushed his lips over his knuckles. “Je suis sérieux. Je vais le protéger comme si c'était la chose la plus importante de l'histoire!” He gives his hand a gentle squeeze , swinging them slightly as they cross the street. “Anything goes. I’ll do your makeup for you. Who’s Adam Ant?” He looks over with a laugh. “ Pas beaucoup plus longtemps! C'est au bout de cette rue.” He points at an old looking brick house tucked behind some bushes and trees and more flowers than needed to be in the small yard. “She needs a paint job.”

That giggle it didn't sound empty, it sounded just as he recalled infact. A timbre to its sound that held sadness perhaps, but Armand had never known Nicolas for any length of time prior to his change. He had no example of the quality of his mortal mirth. All he knew was a laugh, a smile transformed them into the closest they got to human, excluding a glut of blood. My treasure - the affectionate term rang true also, their relationship would puzzle most but somehow seemed the most reliable one he had right now.

A gesture of his hand taken once more made Nicolas' promise of guarding his heart tangible, he was grounded in the moment with no wish to float back on his woes and might have beens. Would he admit this to an old companion perhaps not right now.

"Adam Ant is a seventies and eighties punk glam rock entertainer. Striking make up. War paint." A homely dwelling, a classic example of lived in. Quite the floral display in the garden, a reflection of her owner. It needed work. Belonging was half the battle for their kind. "How long have you had it?"

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Claw marks left in the softer earth beneath his tread as he followed the scent that grew sweeter leading him back to the surface. He crept through the graves on all fours sniffing at the air, his rational brain gone. Hunger was the driving force behind this beast now not pain not fear. He was aware of the other predator lurking, creeping in the dark to the meal as well. He wasn’t about to let  the immortal steal his meal, but if the vampire was quick about it he could drink before he ripped the man apart. 

He stalks back and forth watching the vampire with jaws parted, waiting for him to hurry and do what he wishes so he can get on with his meal. The rational human part of him had wanted to stay in the cemetery far enough into the catacombs that he could find a difficult space to get out of but he had timed it wrong and here he was.  Impatience was worn on bared teeth snapping at the air , growling as he circled closer herding predator and prey. He could smell more humans close by, getting distracted enough to wander from them a little. The easy meal was temporarily forgotten standing crouched on two legs before raising to full height. Sweet, floral perfume had caught his attention, resuming padding back around to the nearest easy kill.  

As the werewolf pulled back and waited Armand realised he was being allowed a first taste. Capturing the betraggled man's gaze he went in straight for the jugular. A cool crisp evening, but the layers of clothing the unfortunate wore reaked of sweat and use. Happily gasping at the first burst of hot blood that hit the back of his throat. Eyes on the super hirsute Nicolas as he drank. Pulling back at the hearts first flutter, figuring the other would want a warm meal. Strangely polite for the coven master really, but could not monsters be kind to one another. Allessandra had said as much hadn't she. Could still be quite eloquent between the periods of mania.

"All yours. You'll cause too much fracas hunting a group of humans." Picking the man up and handing him to the taller being.