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In a dimly lit 18th-century Parisian theater dressing room, warm candlelight flickering across antique mirrors and scattered velvet costumes,

ANGSTY MEME ✐ ( @lenfentisms )

Would he? Armand froze a little bit, even though it was hardly noticeable. It was odd to stand here in the empty villa next to the one vampire who used to be the biggest thorn in his side. Almost everyone left Night Island at this point. Only a few more vampires entertained themselves on the island and intended to stay for a couple more decades. But Armand wanted to leave. Everything reminded him of Daniel and their time together. And now? Armand spoke to his fledgling, or tried to. But Daniel once again said he had no maker. He was far gone now.

❝I want to leave,❞ Armand announced, eerily calm and collected. Nothing reminded him of the turmoil he faced. ❝I want to go to London.❞ Slowly, he turned to face Nicolas. No. No, he wouldn’t tell the younger about all the things that felt wrong inside of him. He wouldn’t tell Nicolas how losing Daniel has sucked every will to live out of him.

❝Will you come with me?❞ Honesty lingered in his voice and maybe a tiny bit of hope not to leave all alone. ❝Leave this behind. Lestat will suffer enough. He fed on the old queen’s blood more often than not. Withdrawals will make it hard for him in the upcoming years. Come with me. Start over.❞

ANGSTY MEME ✐ ( @lenfentisms )

The coven master stared at his unwanted responsibility locked up in that dungeon beneath the theater. Armand was covered in blood, and a pair of hands were right in front of his feet. Yes, he lied to Nicolas. He lured the insane little fledgling into the dungeons pretending that Eleni wanted to see him there, but in fact, Armand commanded everyone to leave and hunt so he could be alone with Nicolas.

He threw the machete onto the ground and picked up the cut-off hands instead. ❝Did I?❞ With the detached body parts, Armand walked over to a wooden box he prepared before. Almost carefully, put those pale hands into the box that was padded with red velvet fabric.

❝I have warned you, Nicki.❞ Armand closed the lid of the small wooden box and locked it. He put the box on the little table. Then he reached for a piece of linen he prepared and cleaned his bloodstained hands. ❝I told you to stop playing this gruesome melody; it is disturbing me and everyone else.❞

He stepped closer to the Vampire who was trapped behind the iron bars. Armand’s eyes flickered as, for the first time, he revealed an ounce of emotion behind the veil of indifference.

❝You will stay here for three days. You will not get any food until your mind resets with starvation. Don’t scream for Eleni. She will not come for you.❞

The ancient vampire sat in an armchair. Night Island was thriving, but Marius spent most of the time reading newspapers in the same room as Armand and Daniel. Louis had long left the Island, and after the intervention of Armand and Marius, Lestat had left as well. There weren’t many vampires left, and frankly, Marius only stayed for his fledgling and his fledgling.

This particular night, Marius left the building to give Daniel and Armand space as they were having an argument. He traced his long, light blond hair off his shoulder as soon as he stopped next to Nicolas. No word fell from Marius’s lips after he gave his unasked advice. He folded his hands in front of his body. There was no emotion showing on his face, nor was he offended by the younger vampire’s words.

The Familiar widened his eyes a little bit upon hearing that it was normal. No matter how much time he had already spent with vampires, no matter how well aware he was of their perks, nothing could prepare him for the reveal of his one. It was not normal for a vampire to have bleeding hands. It was not normal to have hands sewn on to your body.

“This was quite the party…” Medina hummed as she tossed the heart away as though it were meaningless to her. It probably was. She did not quite enjoy violence, especially not when it involved such gruesome matters. However, she could not exactly allow Nicolas to be torn to shreds. She was not entirely sure what had transpired here before her intervention, but for now, she did not feel as though questioning him would give her the desired answers. “How is it that whenever I find you, I also find you in trouble? First at that… curious, for lack of a better word, theater, and now here? Are you trying to place yourself in compromising situations, or are you merely orchestrating them in the hopes that I might come by? It would certainly be a curious way of gathering my full and devoted attention.” She mused softly before tenderly bringing her bloodstained fingers to her lips, gently tasting the blood.

“He certainly tasted like he was barely five years old… which makes me wonder whether we should even bother hiding anything. Perhaps we should focus on leaving instead, as I am not particularly eager to face the wrath of his sire.”

Not to mention the deeply frowned-upon act of vampires destroying other vampires. Although Medina had little trouble doing so if she believed said vampire was too violent or dangerous for their own good, or posed a threat to those she cared for… or to the world in general.

“And now bloodstained roses… how poetic of you. If I did not know any better, I would almost find it romantic. Almost.” A faint smile tugged at her lips. “However, as much as I appreciate the creative vision here, I suppose we cannot have this place looking like a crime scene.” With that, she murmured something in an old and forgotten language, the very sound of it enough to suggest that something unnatural was about to happen. A moment later, dark clouds gathered overhead, and rain poured from the heavens, washing the blood from the roses and stone alike.

“Excuse me for the fact that your clothes may now be ruined. Though, rain tends to be far more merciful than blood.” Her gaze drifted briefly toward the corpse hidden amongst the bushes. “Unfortunately, rain will not help us with that body… though that is nothing a quick inferno cannot fix. That is, of course, if you would allow me to help you with this mess.” Her eyes flickered back toward him, thoughtful and wary all at once.

“But like I mentioned before, that will likely spark an inferno of wrath from whoever sired this poor soul.”

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