three times a lady

“I really hope I don’t have to explain what you do with a book.”

“It’s a children’s book. You don’t even like children. Oh wait... you’re getting tips from the villains?”

“That is very kind of you to say but I never asked of my friends to use such titles and I dearly hope you and I can become friends.” Cecelia said sincerely. The woman standing before her behaved like a lady, she knew her place and showed respect where it was owed. She seemed to have a good head on her shoulders unlike the other blonde vampire Cecelia had met. As the girl spoke in an impeccable french, Cecelia felt nostalgia take a hold of her, for the streets of Lourdes where she’d been born and raised and for her mother tongue, her roots. She was far from her first home, far from anything familiar and doubt and fear were companions on her harassing journey, but she did her best to ignore their treacherous whispers. “My name is Cecelia. Je suis née à Lourdes et y ai vécu toute mon enfance. C’est un plaisir de vous rencontrer.”

Vanessa nodded, granting the other woman her wishes of not being called by her rightful title. It would also make Vanessa to be pegged as the town’s weirdo or something worse, so thought best to just call Cecelia by her first name. Even ‘Cece’, if they ever got to a friends level. “I was born and raised in Marseilles. After I became a vampire, my maker and I started travelling all around Europe. The pleasure is all mine, Cecelia. It’s not every day that I get to meet royalty. May I ask how old are you?” She kept the conversation light, still speaking in French.