#vtmb lacrox

I'm glad I gave it a few more minutes so I saw this glitch where LaCroix is doing a ventriloquist act with his shadow 😆

[Okay, let me explain, while this one here might not be the steamiest of things the second part over here on my other blog is(18+ only there please. Children stay home) also thank you very much for waiting for this :) ]

About two months ago you were on a mission for LaCroix. You were given the preface that you needed to get what he was looking for and get out without being seen by anyone. The problem was the exact opposite happened; you were spotted and a horrible scuffle followed. You won in the end, but the whole place was covered in blood and ash. There have been other people that messed up like this and the punishments they received from the prince were unpleasant at best. Fearing what might become of you if you returned, even with the things that he asked you for, you switched your cloths with one of the piles of ash in hopes that everyone would think that you were the one that died before sneaking into the night.

Since then you had hidden in an old house near the beach of Santa Monica that you had emptied a bunch of drug dealers out of a few months prior. It was fall leading into winter, so people didn't really think anything about you wearing hats, scarves, bulky coats to hide your form. You wanted to leave, but you knew that there was a high chance that there would be people looking for you at every city exit, even the ones in the sweres. So, you decided to lay low for awhile and save up whatever money you could by pawning off the things you found in the house, and sometimes around town.

You decied that things might be at a place now where you could finally sneak out of the state and that you had enough money to help you do so. The plan was to sweep the house one last time to get whatever extra cash you could, and then leave from there. There was a problem with this plan, however. As soon as you walked into the old house and had taken off your coat, hat, and scarf, you sensed that you weren't alone. Before you could do anything about it your arm was painfully twisted behind your back and a blade of some kind was pressed to your throat. "Ça fait longtemps, my prodigal." One of the last voices you wanted to hear in the whole world hissed through gritted teeth behind you. LaCroi had found you.

"I suppose you thought you were very cunning trying to make those ashes look like your own." You went to reply, but the blade pressed slightly harder in a silent suggestion to keep quiet. "Know this: kindred older than you, like myself, know what it looks like when someone meets final death, and can immediately tell when it's fake. Most importantly, know that when someone tries to deceive us like this it makes us very, very, angery." The small blade at your throat threatened to break skin with how hard it was pressed to you now. Ignoring this, you decided to finally speak up. "Angery enough to come kill me yourself, I see."

LaCroix gave an agitated huff. "Well, put yourself in my place. You have someone whom you believe you can trust just dissapear one evening. Now, if it were a few days to a week, then I would have thought the task was simply taking longer than expected. A few weeks to a month, I get suspicious, and think about calling a blood hunt. Two months, and this is now personal. Blood hunt be damned!" He was so close to you that you could feel the growl in his chest on your back. "I was able to stave off the questions from the prying onlookers by saying you were simply doing a task for me that was taking slightly longer than most of the others did. But, even that was starting to becomen suspicious after awhile. Luckily for me, you were spotted before I had to come out with what happened before I had to tell what actually happened. Which only leaves me with one question. Why?"

The last word he said was laced with something other than anger. If you weren't mistaken, it was hurt. That, or you simply imagined the slight crack in his voice. "I-" you started to respond, but gave it a moment to be sure that you were supposed to do so, "I messed things up horribly. And, you told me there would be major consequences if I didn't keep things neat like you said." You heard him scoff in disbelief, "So, you thought adding the penalty of betraying me and running away would somehow make things better for you?" There was a point there. You should have taken a moment to think things through instead of just acting on a knee-jerk reaction. There was probably no way that a Camarilla prince wouldn't find you no matter how well you thought you were hiding.

"Do you realize what I thought?! I thought that you had left me! That you betrayed when I thought you were one of the only people I could trust! I thought you hated me... do you hate me?" By the time LaCroix finished the last word he had lost all composure, the quiver definitely there this time. You were sure what your answer was, but it still took you a while to say it because you were just so confused about this turn of events. "No... I don't hate you." You finally managed to say, and his grip on your arm loosened ever so slightly. There was still a very tense atmosphere in the room, but for some reason it felt different from the tension there before. "But, you have so many people working for you. Why would losing me be such a big deal?" You questioned trying to get any form of an answer for what was going on.

With a frustrated growl LaCroix threw what you finally saw was a dagger to the floor, turned you around to face him, pushed you up against a wall, and kissed you forcefully. After a moment to get over the initial shock and process what was happening, you eagerly kissed him back. He welcomed this response with a relieved sigh, but pinned you harder to the wall to remind you who was in charge. Finally, he pulled away from the kiss and looked you in the eyes. "You are very important to me; don't ever doubt that." He gently cupped your face in his hands when he said this. His hold became a bit more firm as he lifted your head slightly to be sure that you were looking at him. "And, don't ever pull a stunt like this again. I will be able to cover for you this time, but I might not be able to fool the rest of the Camarilla the next time. Do you understand, love?"

LaCroix when it won't open

Here you go! It was super fun to do, and I gave him a uniform and hairstyle that would be from around 1817(I figured if he was born about 1780, he would be about 27 when he was embraced). Don't ask me what anatomy is though, haha.