Armand.

I guess my question is... how do I not go insane from living forever? Do I just... keep doing human stuff? Am I overthinking this?

Sincerely,

A very confused vampire ( @the-vampire-sam )

Hello , fledgling , ah- well I am glad my beloved’s work has at least done some sort of good ! I am in a rather good mood tonight , so I will gladly offer you advice , pet .

Human stuff .. well , I am much , much older than you , dear , and human activities have changed dramatically since I was brought onto this planet , so I am unsure of what ‘stuff’ you did as a mortal . You must be careful of what you do , fledgling , here are simple rules that will keep you sane as you live out your immortality until the fire inevitably calls you .

ONE: Each coven must have its leader, and only he might order the working of the Dark Trick upon a mortal, seeing that the methods and the rituals were properly observed. 

TWO: The Dark Gifts must never be given to the crippled, the maimed, or to children or to those who cannot, even with the Dark Powers, survive on their own. Be it further understood that all mortals who would receive the Dark Gifts should be beautiful in person, so that the insult to God might be greater when the trick is done.

THREE: Never should an old vampire work this magic lest the blood of the fledgling be too strong. For all our gifts increase naturally with age and the old ones have too much strength to pass on. Injury, burning--- these catastrophes, if they do not destroy the Child of Satan, will only increase his powers when he is healed. Satan guards the flock from the powers of old ones, for almost all, without exception, go mad. 

FOUR: No vampire may ever destroy another vampire, except that the coven master has the power of life and death over all his flock. And it is further his obligation to lead the old ones and the mad ones into the fire when they can no longer serve Satan as they should. It is his obligation to destroy all vampires who are not properly made. It is his obligation to destroy all those who are so badly wounded that they cannot survive on their own. And it is his obligation finally to seek the destruction of all outcasts and all those who have broken these laws.

FIVE: No vampire shall ever reveal his true nature to a mortal and let the mortal live. No vampire must ever reveal the history of vampires to a mortal and let the mortal live. No vampire must commit to writing the history of the vampires or any true knowledge of vampires lest such a history be found by mortals and believed. And a vampire's name must never be known to mortals, save from his tombstone, and never must any vampire reveal to mortals the location of his or any other vampire's lair.

I will visit you, just for tonight, my beloved. But you must promise me this-

I will visit you, just for tonight, my beloved. But you must promise me this-

Armand comes to a stop at the sight of Daniel’s “bed”, which was once again a mattress in the middle of the one room apartment. “This.. this is how you have been living, Daniel? In this filth? It has come to my attention that I have been mistreating you, beloved, if this is how you continue with your life.”

(ooc- boom, puppy molloy. also this one is so much better.) -moose

(Ooc: MOOSE IM SO SORRY I MADE YOU WRITE TWO- I WOULDVE JUST DEALT WITH IT 💔💔I’m so sorry twin 💔💔)

Daniel was a little self conscious to show his rich sugar daddy vampire who turned up his nose at most things his shitty little apartment. Daniel didn’t have many personal belongings or changes of clothes. All of his important items lived in his bag which he kept on him at all times. Mostly. Never know when a story might pop up. He put his jacket over a chair, shoving his hands in his jeans. He felt like he needed to do something with his hands he was so nervous. Mostly ashamed. Armand could have anyone, yet he stooped so low as this. But.. Armand had insisted on seeing the inside of Daniel’s apartment after constant pestering- and well.. he just showed up, not even giving Daniel time to clean it up!

He felt the shame that grew in his stomach crawl up his throat and show itself on his cheeks which were not a hue of red and pink. It spread to his ears and he could not meet Armand’s eyes.

“t’s not normally this bad- I’m not a slob man- you just didn’t give me a chance to clean up.. I’ve just been a little busy and it got… out of control.”

His brows furrowed as Armand mentioned “mistreating him.” He didn’t know what that was supposed to mean.

The ancient can’t help the small laugh that escapes him when Daniel says he’s ‘not a slob’, Armand knew better. He gently pats Daniel’s cheek, condensing in its nature, and shoves past the boy.

“Yes.. hm..” A string of noises and muttered half sentences escape Armand as he seemingly measures the area of the floor where the mattress lays. “Yes, I believe that will do perfectly.” Armand straightens up, dusting nonexistent dirt off of his perfectly tailored trousers.

“Beloved, I am going to do some.. shopping.. for you. I will return in two hours time, you must go somewhere away from your building in my absence, for what I will bring back will be a surprise!”

“What- why do I have to leave-? Armand you don’t have to get me anything!” He tried to protest to no avail. When Armand set his eyes on something, it was completed. Daniel sighed, grumbling a bit as he kicked some lint outside his apartment door. He was still very very embarrassed-

He grumbled a bit as he walked down the street, finding somewhere to lay around until Armand came for him- or called for him. Daniel would go running. Daniel always ran when Armand called. He had a couple crumpled dollars in his pocket, he could go find a cafe and get a coffee maybe.. or he could find a bar to lay in. Same thing.

“Yes, yes, perfect- close your eyes, beloved.” Armand lifts an elegant hand to shield Daniel’s vision while he gently nudges the apartment door open. “Keep them closed.” Daniel hears the sound of shifting around, plastic bags crumpling and the precise step of Armand’s sleek shoes on the grimy tiled floors. Armand lifts a leather collar up to Daniel’s throat, gently clicking it into place.

He doesn’t struggle when Armand covers his eyes, though his hands do reach for his throat when leather is enclosed around it. Just a little confused. He’s used to Armand giving him necklaces and such, placing them on him to admire- but this felt different. Tighter. Leather.

When he opens his eyes he falls silent for a moment, staring at the elephant in the room. He can’t find his voice for a moment, his mouth gaping just a little bit.

“My bed? What- what happened to my mattress?”

The vampire shoves Daniel towards the cage, elegant as ever. He smiles down at the boy when he ultimately trips over his own long legs and falls onto the floor. “Wonderful, you are already getting into character!” Armand exclaimed.

“Armand! What the fuck is going on-!” He made a little sound of protest as Armand stood on his back, his ears perked when he called Daniel a ‘good dog’ trying to still get up.

Despite the part of him that wanted to get Armand all riled up, the part of him that yearned to be a brat- Daniel obeyed. Armand had seemed to spend a pretty penny on him with the cage and pillow and the… collar. He immediately got into position to crawl, whimpering slightly when his cheek made contact with the floor. He would crawl! He’d crawl- he didn’t know how hard Armand would drag him if he was forced. He’d rather keep Armand’s good spirits up in the air. He liked it when Armand was in a good mood!

As Armand points out his clean apartment and food supply, Daniel has to take a moment to look around. No. He did not notice that when he came in. He was a little too preoccupied with the massive dog cage sitting in his apartment to really take notice. He felt a little twinge of shame again, that Armand cleaned up his mess. What was he even bringing to the table at this point when Armand did everything? He tried to shove the thought away but it kept crawling back. He shook his head- duh- Armand expected thanks- no no expected, deserved. His voice did not hide his nerves very well, though he tried to play cool.

“No- no I mean yes! Thank you- thank you- thank you so much man, really. You didn’t have to clean or buy anything for me, really…you’re so good to me-“

He wasn’t sure what he was thanking him for in specific. The cleaning? The food? The collar? The cage? The correct answer would be all of it, but he was still on edge about the kennel, trying to push away all thoughts that were intrigued by it. He was a grown ass man surely he didn’t like this dog cage… or the way Armand was looking at him… or how he suddenly felt…

“You’re not- you’re so much better. You’re so good to me- really. You didn’t need to do any of this stuff for me and you did anyways, because you’re so kind to me. So merciful. Thank you so much Armand- it’s really nice of you- and the pillow is nice. You take such good care of me. I love you. I love you so much- thank you. Thank you Armand.”

I have missed you a great deal, I do hope you realize this. Louis is suggesting we move to a new country once again when the 21st century begins, but that is several years from now for you.

Allow me to share the experiences I have had while I have been absent; I replaced the furniture in the living area of mine and Louis condo, twice. He did not notice. I began counting the lint I picked off of the surface of our sofas, I have collected two thousand-eighteen as I am writing this. I bought the newest Hamilton Beach blender and have tested it thoroughly, it is.. fine.

I believe Louis was correct, beloved. I am boring. I’ve grown bored of myself.

You again. You motherfucker. What could you possibly want? How fucking dare you contact me you fucking snob, you selfish fucking creep..

If Casper knew you were messaging me now he’d kill you AND me for responding. And you think you have the rights to keep tabs on me?! God!

Boring? You’re not fucking boring, your boyfriend sounds boring as shit. Since meeting you you’ve turned my life upside down, least boring person I know.

I am still upset with you for leaving the apartment I so graciously left you in, I am upset with you for the events that followed. But I have grown weary and the itch to contact you once again has overcome my better judgment.

I have missed you a great deal, I do hope you realize this. Louis is suggesting we move to a new country once again when the 21st century begins, but that is several years from now for you.

Allow me to share the experiences I have had while I have been absent; I replaced the furniture in the living area of mine and Louis condo, twice. He did not notice. I began counting the lint I picked off of the surface of our sofas, I have collected two thousand-eighteen as I am writing this. I bought the newest Hamilton Beach blender and have tested it thoroughly, it is.. fine.

I believe Louis was correct, beloved. I am boring. I’ve grown bored of myself.

You again. You motherfucker. What could you possibly want? How fucking dare you contact me you fucking snob, you selfish fucking creep..

If Casper knew you were messaging me now he’d kill you AND me for responding. And you think you have the rights to keep tabs on me?! God!

Boring? You’re not fucking boring, your boyfriend sounds boring as shit. Since meeting you you’ve turned my life upside down, least boring person I know.

I am still upset with you for leaving the apartment I so graciously left you in, I am upset with you for the events that followed. But I have grown weary and the itch to contact you once again has overcome my better judgment.

I have missed you a great deal, I do hope you realize this. Louis is suggesting we move to a new country once again when the 21st century begins, but that is several years from now for you.

Allow me to share the experiences I have had while I have been absent; I replaced the furniture in the living area of mine and Louis condo, twice. He did not notice. I began counting the lint I picked off of the surface of our sofas, I have collected two thousand-eighteen as I am writing this. I bought the newest Hamilton Beach blender and have tested it thoroughly, it is.. fine.

I believe Louis was correct, beloved. I am boring. I’ve grown bored of myself.

You again. You motherfucker. What could you possibly want? How fucking dare you contact me you fucking snob, you selfish fucking creep..

If Casper knew you were messaging me now he’d kill you AND me for responding. And you think you have the rights to keep tabs on me?! God!

Boring? You’re not fucking boring, your boyfriend sounds boring as shit. Since meeting you you’ve turned my life upside down, least boring person I know.

I am still upset with you for leaving the apartment I so graciously left you in, I am upset with you for the events that followed. But I have grown weary and the itch to contact you once again has overcome my better judgment.

Armand comes to a stop at the sight of Daniel’s “bed”, which was once again a mattress in the middle of the one room apartment. “This.. this is how you have been living, Daniel? In this filth? It has come to my attention that I have been mistreating you, beloved, if this is how you continue with your life.”

(ooc- boom, puppy molloy. also this one is so much better.) -moose

(Ooc: MOOSE IM SO SORRY I MADE YOU WRITE TWO- I WOULDVE JUST DEALT WITH IT 💔💔I’m so sorry twin 💔💔)

Daniel was a little self conscious to show his rich sugar daddy vampire who turned up his nose at most things his shitty little apartment. Daniel didn’t have many personal belongings or changes of clothes. All of his important items lived in his bag which he kept on him at all times. Mostly. Never know when a story might pop up. He put his jacket over a chair, shoving his hands in his jeans. He felt like he needed to do something with his hands he was so nervous. Mostly ashamed. Armand could have anyone, yet he stooped so low as this. But.. Armand had insisted on seeing the inside of Daniel’s apartment after constant pestering- and well.. he just showed up, not even giving Daniel time to clean it up!

He felt the shame that grew in his stomach crawl up his throat and show itself on his cheeks which were not a hue of red and pink. It spread to his ears and he could not meet Armand’s eyes.

“t’s not normally this bad- I’m not a slob man- you just didn’t give me a chance to clean up.. I’ve just been a little busy and it got… out of control.”

His brows furrowed as Armand mentioned “mistreating him.” He didn’t know what that was supposed to mean.

The ancient can’t help the small laugh that escapes him when Daniel says he’s ‘not a slob’, Armand knew better. He gently pats Daniel’s cheek, condensing in its nature, and shoves past the boy.

“Yes.. hm..” A string of noises and muttered half sentences escape Armand as he seemingly measures the area of the floor where the mattress lays. “Yes, I believe that will do perfectly.” Armand straightens up, dusting nonexistent dirt off of his perfectly tailored trousers.

“Beloved, I am going to do some.. shopping.. for you. I will return in two hours time, you must go somewhere away from your building in my absence, for what I will bring back will be a surprise!”

“What- why do I have to leave-? Armand you don’t have to get me anything!” He tried to protest to no avail. When Armand set his eyes on something, it was completed. Daniel sighed, grumbling a bit as he kicked some lint outside his apartment door. He was still very very embarrassed-

He grumbled a bit as he walked down the street, finding somewhere to lay around until Armand came for him- or called for him. Daniel would go running. Daniel always ran when Armand called. He had a couple crumpled dollars in his pocket, he could go find a cafe and get a coffee maybe.. or he could find a bar to lay in. Same thing.

“Yes, yes, perfect- close your eyes, beloved.” Armand lifts an elegant hand to shield Daniel’s vision while he gently nudges the apartment door open. “Keep them closed.” Daniel hears the sound of shifting around, plastic bags crumpling and the precise step of Armand’s sleek shoes on the grimy tiled floors. Armand lifts a leather collar up to Daniel’s throat, gently clicking it into place.

He doesn’t struggle when Armand covers his eyes, though his hands do reach for his throat when leather is enclosed around it. Just a little confused. He’s used to Armand giving him necklaces and such, placing them on him to admire- but this felt different. Tighter. Leather.

When he opens his eyes he falls silent for a moment, staring at the elephant in the room. He can’t find his voice for a moment, his mouth gaping just a little bit.

“My bed? What- what happened to my mattress?”

The vampire shoves Daniel towards the cage, elegant as ever. He smiles down at the boy when he ultimately trips over his own long legs and falls onto the floor. “Wonderful, you are already getting into character!” Armand exclaimed.

“Armand! What the fuck is going on-!” He made a little sound of protest as Armand stood on his back, his ears perked when he called Daniel a ‘good dog’ trying to still get up.

Despite the part of him that wanted to get Armand all riled up, the part of him that yearned to be a brat- Daniel obeyed. Armand had seemed to spend a pretty penny on him with the cage and pillow and the… collar. He immediately got into position to crawl, whimpering slightly when his cheek made contact with the floor. He would crawl! He’d crawl- he didn’t know how hard Armand would drag him if he was forced. He’d rather keep Armand’s good spirits up in the air. He liked it when Armand was in a good mood!

As Armand points out his clean apartment and food supply, Daniel has to take a moment to look around. No. He did not notice that when he came in. He was a little too preoccupied with the massive dog cage sitting in his apartment to really take notice. He felt a little twinge of shame again, that Armand cleaned up his mess. What was he even bringing to the table at this point when Armand did everything? He tried to shove the thought away but it kept crawling back. He shook his head- duh- Armand expected thanks- no no expected, deserved. His voice did not hide his nerves very well, though he tried to play cool.

“No- no I mean yes! Thank you- thank you- thank you so much man, really. You didn’t have to clean or buy anything for me, really…you’re so good to me-“

He wasn’t sure what he was thanking him for in specific. The cleaning? The food? The collar? The cage? The correct answer would be all of it, but he was still on edge about the kennel, trying to push away all thoughts that were intrigued by it. He was a grown ass man surely he didn’t like this dog cage… or the way Armand was looking at him… or how he suddenly felt…

“You’re not- you’re so much better. You’re so good to me- really. You didn’t need to do any of this stuff for me and you did anyways, because you’re so kind to me. So merciful. Thank you so much Armand- it’s really nice of you- and the pillow is nice. You take such good care of me. I love you. I love you so much- thank you. Thank you Armand.”