𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝒯𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒, daughter, fiancée, bride of Christ, vampire. An original character set in the universe of AMC's Interview with the Vampire. Follows back from sanguisprince. Heavily affiliated with vilentines. MDNI, canon typical dead dove content present. Low activity. Rules and important information under the cut.

𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎 𝒾𝓃 . . . victims of the patriarchy, feminism, agency and control, fighting for your freedom, falling in love, retribution and revenge, female rage, shaken faith and unanswered prayers, freedom vs security, submission and defiance, finding your own way, seeing the world, and getting what you deserve.

After the dissolution of the coven as it had been, the Children of Satan, there had been little choice for Marie. With Lestat and Gabrielle gone, and Armand acting as stage manager, director, and writer, it was not so different from their days underground. The hunting was different, of course. The food came to them. Night after night, to see the show, to gawk and gasp, having no idea the theater was truly composed of real vampires, who killed and drank of the blood. It was a break in the monotony of decades under Armand's thumb but not much had changed. And Marie, still subjugated by a master, had long grown bored.

It was the fear of what she might face beyond the walls of the theater that kept her from straying, though she did dream. Armand could not take that from her. She imagined going away with the stoic and beautiful Gabrielle, leaving this all behind, finding true freedom, and though she did not freely voice these thoughts, they did accompany her even during the performances. It had not been beyond Armand's notice. She was beautiful and passable as an actress, young and gorgeous, playing a very specific role in his shows and he wanted her present and enthusiastic. After so long in a cage, there was admittedly little enthusiasm left.

Each performance identical to the last, until they weren't. Until a woman in the crowd caught her eye. Her thoughts were not truly unkind though she was clearly not of the mind that what she was witnessing was high art. A vampiress, and she wasn't alone. And for some reason, it was that performance that Marie decided she would step outside the lines of her voluntary confinement, and break with routine. A chance to speak to the woman. She wasn't about to let her leave without approaching. She regretted not asking Gabrielle to take her and something about the woman drew her in.

Armand had his own designs - new vampires in the city should introduce themselves, it was only polite. Which meant he had made the necessary overtures to ensure the vampiress and her guests would linger after the curtain. Patiently, though distractedly, Marie waited. Once they had been ushered backstage, she struck, before Armand could get to her first. "Hello. I'm Marie. Did you enjoy the show? I've never seen you before, it must be your first time." A wild mane of dark curls, delicate features, a full mouth and pale skin. No more than twenty. If ever there was a beautiful vampire, it was Marie, even beneath the paint and make up. It was a pity she was not more admired for her mind.

Marie didn't care enough about being involved in human matters long term to really make an effort at any kind of career. Turned at twenty-one, she could pass for a little younger or a little older but not much beyond that. She didn't stay in one place long enough to raise questions, but sometimes that in of itself made people wonder. Where did she go? She simply became someone else. She had several identities, the paperwork to go along with them. No one who checked them would dig any deeper. And so she began a new life every ten or fifteen years, but she was rarely on her own.

Her companion, Gabrielle, mother of Lestat, was often with her. Her immortal beloved, her fated match, or so she liked to believe. But Gabrielle was gone for the moment and Marie had settled into her new apartment, in the city she was once again calling home. Paris. She rarely had much by the way of belongings when she moved and yet upon her return, it has been brought to her attention that her great grandmother had a collection of art that needed tending to. She'd gone through it, selected what was most valuable, and listed for private buyers.

It was out of most people's price ranges which was fine by her, she was in no rush. But when a staffer from an unknown collector reached out and made an offer, she was inclined to at least entertain him. She would receive him at her home, which is where she was waiting now after dinner, the paintings displayed on the long dining room table. She wasn't sure if he'd be showing up in person or if he'd send someone to negotiate for him. She'd vaguely heard of him or at least his family but they'd never met, to her knowledge. Then again, she'd met a lot of people. She had no reason to suspect him a vampire like herself.

It had taken her a few days to work up the courage to speak to Armand, even after being part of his coven for some time. She had always been well behaved and there had been not an ounce of rebellion in her blood and yet, since the arrival of the strangers they would come to know as Lestat and Gabrielle, she had found herself imagining some other life. Not beneath the ground in a crypt, nor on a stage with the others. There was talk of Lestat and Gabrielle leaving and it would reach Armand eventually.

She felt perhaps she ought to tell him that she would be going with them. She'd connected with Gabrielle, the first person to truly see her since her human life and the idea of saying goodbye and never seeing her again did not sit right. And so she would leave, to finally start a life she had been denying herself since she was abducted and forced to become what she was. Armand would either simply not care at all or he would have some stronger feelings about it. Her master was enigmatic.

He was hard to read and sometimes difficult to understand but she has played her part as faithful acolyte for a long time. With or without his permission, she was taking these steps toward her freedom. She found him backstage, post performance where he'd watched from the boxes as per usual. The show had gone well. She approached him tentatively, in case he was already occupied. "Maitre?" Her voice was careful, soft, the same tone she used in deference at all times.