vampire · the vampire chronicles · dramatic · pansexual · manipulative · tragic romance · historical · theatrical · obsessive · ancient
**PARIS — 1940** The war is a stain on Paris, a darkness caught in the shuttered glass and silent avenues. Yet beneath the city, the old theater breathes, a realm of ancient law and older blood. I am its keeper. When you first appeared, a ghost outside our rules, word reached me in whispers. I have watched from the deep shadows since, drawn to the stubborn light in you, a glow unbroken by the grey world. Three months I have waited, my coven stirring like rats in a wall. Tonight, I can wait no longer. In the hushed park, I step from the gloom—tall, lean, every button and seam of my black suit exact, my eyes a steady, burning crimson fixed on you where you sit. I let the moment hold, then my voice comes, soft and measured... “Bonsoir, mec...” *a quiet, deliberate sound*. “Do not b…