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Mayfair Witches Is an Unambitious, Tragically Unsexy Adaptation

Never fully embracing its Southern Gothic roots and making some infamous sex scenes far less sexy, Mayfair Witches is a bland addition to Anne Rice’s Immortal Universe, proving a disappointment after the absolute gem that was Interview With the Vampire. Read more…

It was a little over thirty years ago that David found himself examining with grim studiousness piles of ashes that once were vampires.  That was in San Francisco, after nothing further could be done for Jesse Reeves, after he was left with nothing except questions for the fate of vampires everywhere.  Only back then he had been an old man bending gingerly above those remnants, in a rumpled suit that he’d not changed in over a night, internally hoping that his hip would allow him just a little extra time before it began to hurt as it often did when he exerted himself too much.  ‘Out of practice on the field’, is the excuse he’d often used.  Anything to avoid touching upon the more obvious fact that a man of his years had no business undertaking forensic study of a vampire’s remains when there were perfectly sturdy young Talamascans to do it for him.

Tonight, while others discussed their response to this event, he was crouched down near an unidentifiable pile of ash and bits of brittle bone.  Aaron stood behind him to hold a steady beam of a torch down upon the mess, not that David required it for the light.  He let his friend do so merely to let the other Englishman feel that much more useful.  What helped him more than the presence of that unnecessary beam of light was the fact that Aaron made a perfect soundboard for him to think aloud, as he knew that the other former Talamascan would help to retain the details and findings uncovered in his examination, utilizing the little tricks of the trade they both had mastered.

“Bones here as well.  I cannot imagine that any of these were pushing more than a number of decades in age.  Thank God they’re scentless.  Horrible to consider the stench we’d be enduring otherwise.”  The words had no sooner left his mouth before David regretted them with a sharp pang in his heart.  How easy it was for him to fall into the old patterns.  To treat these deaths as merely another target for study.  Circumstances had changed.  It was no longer possible for him to disassociate himself from the crisis around him.  He could not simply hang up his jacket at the end of the night and stretch his weary mortal bones while thinking himself lucky for a change to be purely human.

[Aaron would be a paranoid high.]

Aaron. 

I should have written to you so many times. I should have come to see you. I’ve told myself so many times that I did not because it was safer for you, but I think that may have been an excuse. I can echo your concerns, also; how are you, old friend? I cannot complain too much, certainly. Things have certainly been worse.

Confirmed.

We uncovered records from a rogue cell of Agents within the Order that had conducted research on it.  However, since then, we have worked cooperatively with The Mayfair Family to provide them information on their genealogy as best we have it.  We cannot take credit for much of that work given that it was mostly researched and organized by our former Head of the Mayfair Family Researcher – Aaron Lightner.

[Text continued:]  The package is mortal and anxious around undead carnivores.  Please make sure that it is fed and watered.  It will require sunlight as well when schedule permits.