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I suppose it's only fair that Zander turns over the reins to me since I'm more intimately acquainted with the woman in question, Adelaide Salviati. Ah ha, yes, you might recognize that surname. She is related to Alessandro, my maker. Well, related in the sense that she's another of his progenies, children, whatever you'd like to call us. She was made before me, quite a bit before me, actually. She was born sometime in the 1700s. I'm not sure exactly when, neither Adelaide nor Alessandro have ever given me a clear date.
I do know that she was destined to be a nun but Alessandro took an interest in her. He's got something about religious establishments and "saving people from a horrendous life." I have no idea what that's all about; yet another thing that's never been properly explained to me.
Anyway, a habit and a wimple awaited her, but Alessandro decided to drink from her. He used his power of suggestion (you know, a vampire's natural ability to glamour) to make her fall in love with him and then basically played hard to get and avoided her. Again, I'm not one hundred percent sure of all the details, but I can tell you that he drove her crazy and then turned her.
( Adelaide DeLuca )
Day 10
I do know that she was destined to be a nun but Alessandro took an interest in her. He's got something about religious establishments and "saving people from a horrendous life." I have no idea what that's all about; yet another thing that's never been properly explained to me.
Anyway, a habit and a wimple awaited her, but Alessandro decided to drink from her. He used his power of suggestion (you know, a vampire's natural ability to glamour) to make her fall in love with him and then basically played hard to get and avoided her. Again, I'm not one hundred percent sure of all the details, but I can tell you that he drove her crazy and then turned her.
( Adelaide DeLuca )
Day 10
Alessandro Salviati, what can I say about him? He's my maker, my tormentor, my...complicated...relation.
Picture this: it's a warm spring evening and you're high on elation. You've just been selected the starting third basemen for the New York Yankees; your life-long dream has finally been realized. One of your teammates invites you out for a celebratory drink and you go because really, what better way to end your night than bellying up to your favorite bar and downing a beer with the boys?
Before you know it, it's two, three o'clock, you're out way past curfew and you know your dad's going to be mad, so you make your excuses and go staggering down the sidewalk. So you're singing Take Me Out to the Ball Game at the top of your lungs and you're a little bit off-key (okay, fine, a lot) but you're not hurting anyone, right? You're just having a good time, enjoying the night, enjoying life in general. So you come across a guy who's dressed a little oddly for the area, he's in a waistcoat and trousers, his hair all slicked back and shiny, you're feeling good and happy and so you shout out a greeting. No harm, right? You're just sharing in your good fortune.
He introduces himself and he's just got the most captivating pair of eyes you've ever seen, so you just stand there and stare at them, all pretty-like and shining in the glow of the street lamps. You feel like you've known this guy your whole life and when he offers to buy you a drink and leads you in the opposite direction of the bar you were just in, you don't really think twice about it because really, he's such a nice guy and you're feeling so good and aw, heck, Dad'll understand if you were out real late carousing. You've got reason to be out all hours of the night! You're a goddamn New York Yankee! And a grown man! You're only living with your parents until you can scrap up enough cash to get your own apartment anyway. You'll go and come as you please!
( Alessandro Salviati )
Days 5 & 6
Picture this: it's a warm spring evening and you're high on elation. You've just been selected the starting third basemen for the New York Yankees; your life-long dream has finally been realized. One of your teammates invites you out for a celebratory drink and you go because really, what better way to end your night than bellying up to your favorite bar and downing a beer with the boys?
Before you know it, it's two, three o'clock, you're out way past curfew and you know your dad's going to be mad, so you make your excuses and go staggering down the sidewalk. So you're singing Take Me Out to the Ball Game at the top of your lungs and you're a little bit off-key (okay, fine, a lot) but you're not hurting anyone, right? You're just having a good time, enjoying the night, enjoying life in general. So you come across a guy who's dressed a little oddly for the area, he's in a waistcoat and trousers, his hair all slicked back and shiny, you're feeling good and happy and so you shout out a greeting. No harm, right? You're just sharing in your good fortune.
He introduces himself and he's just got the most captivating pair of eyes you've ever seen, so you just stand there and stare at them, all pretty-like and shining in the glow of the street lamps. You feel like you've known this guy your whole life and when he offers to buy you a drink and leads you in the opposite direction of the bar you were just in, you don't really think twice about it because really, he's such a nice guy and you're feeling so good and aw, heck, Dad'll understand if you were out real late carousing. You've got reason to be out all hours of the night! You're a goddamn New York Yankee! And a grown man! You're only living with your parents until you can scrap up enough cash to get your own apartment anyway. You'll go and come as you please!
( Alessandro Salviati )
Days 5 & 6
Wow, so Joseph considers me his best friend? I think I should probably feel honored by that. I mean, I do feel honored by that. Although I'm his only friend, so is it really an honor to be chosen as a guy's best friend when you're his only option? That's like me telling my sister she's my favorite sister when she's the only one I've got.
Oh, and I'd just like to say that I had a totally different picture chosen for myself but Joseph said I should go with this one so whatever, I guess? Seniority rules or something like that. That's his excuse anyway. I personally think it's all bullshit and he's just-
What? Ohhhhhh, my name? Yeah, I guess that probably would've been a good place to start, right? Rather than just jumping right into the middle of things and rambling on. You know, it happens to me a lot, rambling. When you've got nothing but a bunch of dead people to talk to all the time, you tend to go a little stir crazy, I guess. Or maybe I just like the sound of my own voice. Yeah, that's probably it.
Wait! Don't go! I'm sorry, ha. I probably do sound a little crazy, right? Nervous. Maybe nervous is the right word. Sorry, it's just that I don't get to talk to people much outside my job. I work at McDonald's and the interaction is mostly "Hi, welcome to McDonald's, would you like fries with that?" There's not a lot of time for socializing. My co-workers all thing I'm pretty weird too. I guess that comes from looking like you're talking to yourself all the time.
( Zander Bancroft )
Day 4
Oh, and I'd just like to say that I had a totally different picture chosen for myself but Joseph said I should go with this one so whatever, I guess? Seniority rules or something like that. That's his excuse anyway. I personally think it's all bullshit and he's just-
What? Ohhhhhh, my name? Yeah, I guess that probably would've been a good place to start, right? Rather than just jumping right into the middle of things and rambling on. You know, it happens to me a lot, rambling. When you've got nothing but a bunch of dead people to talk to all the time, you tend to go a little stir crazy, I guess. Or maybe I just like the sound of my own voice. Yeah, that's probably it.
Wait! Don't go! I'm sorry, ha. I probably do sound a little crazy, right? Nervous. Maybe nervous is the right word. Sorry, it's just that I don't get to talk to people much outside my job. I work at McDonald's and the interaction is mostly "Hi, welcome to McDonald's, would you like fries with that?" There's not a lot of time for socializing. My co-workers all thing I'm pretty weird too. I guess that comes from looking like you're talking to yourself all the time.
( Zander Bancroft )
Day 4
Amelia Lansing was not my first love nor will she be my last, but she's easily the most important. Without her, I wouldn't be sitting here speaking with you today. You see, Amelia saved me. I don't mean saved in a Biblical way with baptism and being dunked in holy water and all that. Besides, holy water and vampires don't mix well at all.
No, I met Amelia on the first day I woke up as a vampire. She rescued me from being burned alive. My maker had a...how shall I say this? Accident. Yeah, sure, accident. Let's go with that. Anyway, he had an accident and ended up leaving me in the alleyway where he killed me. I woke up, had no clue what was going on, only that something was burning. Come to find out, that something burning was me.
Enter Amelia.
( Amelia Lansing )
Day 3
No, I met Amelia on the first day I woke up as a vampire. She rescued me from being burned alive. My maker had a...how shall I say this? Accident. Yeah, sure, accident. Let's go with that. Anyway, he had an accident and ended up leaving me in the alleyway where he killed me. I woke up, had no clue what was going on, only that something was burning. Come to find out, that something burning was me.
Enter Amelia.
( Amelia Lansing )
Day 3
The name's Joseph Cook and I can guarantee that even though I'm a first draft pick for the New York Yankees, you've never heard of me. How can I be so sure, you ask? Because I died the night before spring training was supposed to start. It was tragic, really. Went out with some of my teammates for a drink to celebrate -- wearing my uniform, of course -- and met my doom in the form of a roguish dandy.
( Joseph Nathaniel Cook )
Day 2
( Joseph Nathaniel Cook )
Day 2
