Lotharian
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"as for good conversation... Now that is something I think we both are indeed hunting for... but I feel... painfully inadequate... given Your... history.... and the fact that I am .. much younger than You... I am thinking You could probably tell me more about my own ancestors than I could.. "
"For a woman who doesn't want me to speak of her line, she choose to bring up an interesting subject n'est pas?" Charles said with a slight laugh to more himself at the irony of the subject. "Fine mon cher, I will slate your lust of knowledge of the family who's blood you bear. Well, allow me to tell you the truth of things with my encounter with the Van Helsing clan mon cher."
"It was the year 1830, about 30 years after I had been turned. Still a 'young pup' but the accounts of the vampires still around in those days. Most of the 'Old Eurps' as the whelps here call them were still alive. Dragula, Thiranduir, Ali, even 'Diablo' was still about. Wish I would've had the wits to see them while they were still going along n'est pas?"
Charles suddenly realized she was more interested in the 'Hunters' than the 'Hunted' as the Van Helsings would view it. "Well, I was in the lustrious streets of Paris. The wonderful chaos that was caused by Napolean and the Revolutions allowing this young pup easy meals before he had the age and wisdom to see beyond the simple things of the body. Before I had met a challenge, and something I would try to build up to my whole unlife. I met Abraham Van Helsing himself!"
"It was a stunning meeting. He came to Paris to help the Knights Templar whipe us out and cause things to be easier. Abraham even brought his son, Jude, to learn some lessons on Vampire Hunting. I didn't have the honour of facing him in battle. But if I did I fear I would not have the priviledge of sitting before you today. But I did however face Jude... Not as skilled as his father, but he was still learning after all. We chased each other through the streets of Paris... Sometimes him with the advantage, other times I. You see, maybe in the public eye you Van Helsings are hated... and maybe here in North America. But all the old orders in Europe... they made sure you all didn't end up jailed. Unlike today n'est pas? Most of the old orders are running out of people and connections. But then, sometimes Jude would come with a wing of Templar after me, other times I came with a wing of vampires after him."
Charles laughed to himself lightly, remembering the whole ordeal in the days when a Vampire had to be quick, and smart. "Little did we know we were honning each others skills. Both of us forced to our fullest to survive. Well after a week, the two of us met, just us. I was able to get in close and in close range, we vampires normally win. Unless you're stupid enough to let the other man get out a stake..."
Charles then begins to unbutton his shirt. He was wearing one of those fancy button-up dress-shirts. He has muscles, but they aren't like most who choose to go body builder. His are toned. Lithe. Built for dexterity and quick movements. He pulled back the right side to reveal the right side of his chest. And there was a large, rectangular shapped wound right next to his heart.
"Oh, he got me... Missed my heart by an eighth of an inch the surgeon said. Silver that close to the heart is still enough to throw off a vampire and I'm sure Jude thought he had me. Never met him again so I don't think he ever doubted it... But I choose to think, he saw something else and chose to miss out of respect of a good hunt. Of someone who can play the game of hunter and prey."
Charles then began to button up his shirt. "But that may just be me. After all, immortality does little for sanity." Charles said with a slight laugh. "I still don't know who you choose to deny such ancestors. Very 'noble'. Stong at the very least."
"For a woman who doesn't want me to speak of her line, she choose to bring up an interesting subject n'est pas?" Charles said with a slight laugh to more himself at the irony of the subject. "Fine mon cher, I will slate your lust of knowledge of the family who's blood you bear. Well, allow me to tell you the truth of things with my encounter with the Van Helsing clan mon cher."
"It was the year 1830, about 30 years after I had been turned. Still a 'young pup' but the accounts of the vampires still around in those days. Most of the 'Old Eurps' as the whelps here call them were still alive. Dragula, Thiranduir, Ali, even 'Diablo' was still about. Wish I would've had the wits to see them while they were still going along n'est pas?"
Charles suddenly realized she was more interested in the 'Hunters' than the 'Hunted' as the Van Helsings would view it. "Well, I was in the lustrious streets of Paris. The wonderful chaos that was caused by Napolean and the Revolutions allowing this young pup easy meals before he had the age and wisdom to see beyond the simple things of the body. Before I had met a challenge, and something I would try to build up to my whole unlife. I met Abraham Van Helsing himself!"
"It was a stunning meeting. He came to Paris to help the Knights Templar whipe us out and cause things to be easier. Abraham even brought his son, Jude, to learn some lessons on Vampire Hunting. I didn't have the honour of facing him in battle. But if I did I fear I would not have the priviledge of sitting before you today. But I did however face Jude... Not as skilled as his father, but he was still learning after all. We chased each other through the streets of Paris... Sometimes him with the advantage, other times I. You see, maybe in the public eye you Van Helsings are hated... and maybe here in North America. But all the old orders in Europe... they made sure you all didn't end up jailed. Unlike today n'est pas? Most of the old orders are running out of people and connections. But then, sometimes Jude would come with a wing of Templar after me, other times I came with a wing of vampires after him."
Charles laughed to himself lightly, remembering the whole ordeal in the days when a Vampire had to be quick, and smart. "Little did we know we were honning each others skills. Both of us forced to our fullest to survive. Well after a week, the two of us met, just us. I was able to get in close and in close range, we vampires normally win. Unless you're stupid enough to let the other man get out a stake..."
Charles then begins to unbutton his shirt. He was wearing one of those fancy button-up dress-shirts. He has muscles, but they aren't like most who choose to go body builder. His are toned. Lithe. Built for dexterity and quick movements. He pulled back the right side to reveal the right side of his chest. And there was a large, rectangular shapped wound right next to his heart.
"Oh, he got me... Missed my heart by an eighth of an inch the surgeon said. Silver that close to the heart is still enough to throw off a vampire and I'm sure Jude thought he had me. Never met him again so I don't think he ever doubted it... But I choose to think, he saw something else and chose to miss out of respect of a good hunt. Of someone who can play the game of hunter and prey."
Charles then began to button up his shirt. "But that may just be me. After all, immortality does little for sanity." Charles said with a slight laugh. "I still don't know who you choose to deny such ancestors. Very 'noble'. Stong at the very least."
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