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ibonekoenDay 28: A character’s most embarrassing moment.
Honestly, I can't even believe that I'm openly discussing this. It's called the "most embarrassing moment" for a reason, you know. It was humiliating and I really don't want to relive that feeling. It's bad enough knowing that the memories will haunt me until the day I turn to dust. I'm almost tempted to take a stake to myself just to escape this torment.
...
All right, fine, so maybe I'm being a teeny bit overdramatic. I'm a vampire. It's in my contract.
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Well, you're just poking holes in all my fun today, aren't you? Fine, I don't have a contract. A contract would imply I asked for this life and we all know that's not how it happened.
Anyway. Yes, I'm stalling. I don't want to talk about my most embarrassing moment, but Zander and I drew straws and I got the short one. I think he rigged it, but I can't prove it.
There was a time when I traveled with Alessandro and Adelaide. Yes, things have always been a bit...tense between the three of us, but the fact remains that Alessandro is my maker and there were certain imperative lessons I needed to learn that only he could teach me.
One thing you need to understand about both Alessandro and Adelaide is that they get bored very easily. They also go to great lengths to relieve said boredom, and if it's at the expense of others, well, all the better.
It was 1928, the height of Prohibition, and I'd been a vampire for ten years -- still a baby in the eyes of most other vampires. We were in Chicago, because that was the place to be in the Roaring '20s. Al Capone's face was splashed across all the newspapers, the Valentine's Day massacre was a year away and the liquor flowed bountifully in the speakeasies.
As I said, Alessandro and Adelaide grow bored very easily. I don't remember the exact circumstances of how it happened or whose bright idea it was, but Adelaide decided I was a puppy who needed to learn his place, and it involved me wearing a dog collar.
Oh yes, they took great delight in picking out a bejeweled leather dog collar for me, and when I refused to partake in their fun and games, Alessandro would evoke maker's right. Their favorite game when I was wearing the collar was to make me strip down naked and walk around on all fours. I can hear Adelaide now. "Puppies don't wear clothes. Off with 'em!"
Ugh. They even made me eat blood from a ceramic dog bowl. Humiliating doesn't begin to describe it, and I had no choice but to obey. That's what maker's right is, you know. Your maker commands you to do something, and you're compelled to do it whether you want to or not. It's like another person has taken control of your body. It's clichéd but you're a puppet on a string.
They wonder why I hate them.
Onto Day 29
Honestly, I can't even believe that I'm openly discussing this. It's called the "most embarrassing moment" for a reason, you know. It was humiliating and I really don't want to relive that feeling. It's bad enough knowing that the memories will haunt me until the day I turn to dust. I'm almost tempted to take a stake to myself just to escape this torment.
...
All right, fine, so maybe I'm being a teeny bit overdramatic. I'm a vampire. It's in my contract.
...
Well, you're just poking holes in all my fun today, aren't you? Fine, I don't have a contract. A contract would imply I asked for this life and we all know that's not how it happened.
Anyway. Yes, I'm stalling. I don't want to talk about my most embarrassing moment, but Zander and I drew straws and I got the short one. I think he rigged it, but I can't prove it.
There was a time when I traveled with Alessandro and Adelaide. Yes, things have always been a bit...tense between the three of us, but the fact remains that Alessandro is my maker and there were certain imperative lessons I needed to learn that only he could teach me.
One thing you need to understand about both Alessandro and Adelaide is that they get bored very easily. They also go to great lengths to relieve said boredom, and if it's at the expense of others, well, all the better.
It was 1928, the height of Prohibition, and I'd been a vampire for ten years -- still a baby in the eyes of most other vampires. We were in Chicago, because that was the place to be in the Roaring '20s. Al Capone's face was splashed across all the newspapers, the Valentine's Day massacre was a year away and the liquor flowed bountifully in the speakeasies.
As I said, Alessandro and Adelaide grow bored very easily. I don't remember the exact circumstances of how it happened or whose bright idea it was, but Adelaide decided I was a puppy who needed to learn his place, and it involved me wearing a dog collar.
Oh yes, they took great delight in picking out a bejeweled leather dog collar for me, and when I refused to partake in their fun and games, Alessandro would evoke maker's right. Their favorite game when I was wearing the collar was to make me strip down naked and walk around on all fours. I can hear Adelaide now. "Puppies don't wear clothes. Off with 'em!"
Ugh. They even made me eat blood from a ceramic dog bowl. Humiliating doesn't begin to describe it, and I had no choice but to obey. That's what maker's right is, you know. Your maker commands you to do something, and you're compelled to do it whether you want to or not. It's like another person has taken control of your body. It's clichéd but you're a puppet on a string.
They wonder why I hate them.
Onto Day 29
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