An Interesting Opportunity

Marius de Romanus (Age: 2,278 Apparent: 40

What is surely to be an interesting opportunity quickens my resolve to continue my work.

Piper Vale walked back into our lives. But no this wasn’t the same Piper I used to know.  This was Piper the Vampire.  Vampirism having stripped her of her witchery, she was now accustomed to her new reality, but was she?  She talked of the struggles she’s had to work to overcome and how difficult it had been.  But of course, Ashiok had made her vampire and all but left her to her own devices. Surely, at her own request; she’s stubborn like that. She thought she could handle it on her own, being around vampires the majority of her life.  But by her own admission, she had underestimated the importance of a good sire. As most of us do, for one reason or another. Now she felt a bit lost, a bit overwhelmed, and certainly a bit lonely. She needed a vampire that could educate her, guide her, mentor her.

Of course, I offered her to become my protego.  This was Piper.  Our Piper.  I would not leave her to suffer and have her grow to be unstable.  That’s what happens without a proper sireship. But the memory of Piper would surely evoke other memories, especially for Pandora. She was afterall the woman that brought Brelynn and Saralyn to us, helped us raise them, developed us into actual parents. Everytime we look at her, we’re reminded of what we lost. 

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Aftermath, Pt. 4

imageMarius needed all his strongest Legionnaires called home. He had asked me to bring my best most formidable commanders to Sosaria. Some of them have never traveled to this planet. So I had to go back to Earth, something I dreaded right now for Carrie’s sake. Rules of operation had to pressed out to them; what they could bring and what they could not. I resigned myself to the fact I would have to go.

But if I had to go back to France, I might as well look the part. I donned my best most expensive garments. My fabulous off the shoulder royal blue-colored sheath dress and matching statement hat, Givenchy of course. My powder blue stilettos, Jimmy Choo, would clack across the marble of the our Parisian Pallisades compound as I made my way down to our version of the “Situation Room”.

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An Honest Conversation

injecting-the-serumCherry walked into my office as I was trying to navigate the expedition of the application for the Razele Bloodline to be protected under House Romanus. She had something on her mind, “Oh sorry I can see you are busy, I’ll just… I’ll just come back some other time.” She said. I immediately put my papers aside and said, “Cherry get in here and sit down.” She did just that. People normally do what I tell them to do, but Cherry was special. Special to me.

She is my grandprogeny, made of my most humble of servants, Amroth de Plinius. I cried when I made him. So gentle, a god-fearing man of the cloth, but also a warrior in his own right. Amroth actually forwent the registration of his own line and let Cherry register the Spyergenanbaum line as its own bloodline, under House Romanus. And what she has done with it has been nothing short of remarkable. She makes Amroth proud every single day. She makes me proud every single day.

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Let’s Keep On Not Talking About It

*at Marius’ office in Romanus Manor*

I called Armand to talk about the events that occurred in Paris that had Armand so fumed with anger. Locking him and Va’lis in the gun cellar when Maharet announced they had taken his wife in addition to Carrie had been a wise move on my part, but perhaps my execution of it all was not.  There is too much history between Armand and I that lingers and interjects in our relationship. Where as with Va’lis, we have more of a clean slate.  I knew this conversation was not going to go well when he walked in and immediately said, “I can’t expect an apology from you now can I?” To which I replied, “I had to keep you from going after them on your own.”

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