I bet you haven’t.

My dear little Claudia. You shall be my greatest masterpiece, ma petite...

“Vampires with morals. I leave him alone for a few decades peace, and he’s gone off and joined a sparking cult. Louis!! Still whining...Must you always be my undoing?!”

“I am the Vampire Lestat. I’m immortal, more or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire, these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not. Lestat de Lioncourt Detailed writer, not new to RP #IWTVRP

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Who could ever hope to know the dark labyrinths of my mind?

Bonsoir, mes enfants...what a wonderful night for a stroll...I feel almost...alive.

New Orleans by nightfall was a sight that I had long cherished. Lively and adventurous...always in good spirits...

These streets were mine at nightfall...every cobblestone I had long since committed to memory over the centuries...

The grand mansions rose up from the fog...the last standing bastions which still heartened back to a greater age...

I walked and saw it all...

Hours passed until at last they led me back into the St. Louis Cemetery...I had found something intriguing there...

The scent of the living merged with the scent of the dead...

What was this? A trick of the living?

@SuperNovaPimp looking for some kind souls to interact with. I promise I don't sparkle.

In the end, we are alone. And there is nothing but the cold, dark wasteland of eternity...