Lucien abhorred Christmas. Not because it was his birthday and his twin brothers as well, but because of what was expected of him on that day. Socializing and wasting time networking when he could be using his time more productively in his lab. Unfortunately he knew when he’d agreed to become the councilman of France that his life would change and normally he enjoyed the role because it gave him face time with Zeph or it should have, but he’d actually been spending more time with Syd, which was his own complication in his life.
Nothing had been turning out the way it was meant to, which Lucien was growing used to with the unknown variable of other masters and their strong personalities, though he found it rather annoying Syd and Raiden liked to treat him more as a slave than a true master and he was very tried of the disrespect he was given by most. Lucien was a Gaudet, one of the most renowned scientists in hybridization, genetics, and virology. The number of doctorates and patents he held, he dared another vampire to try and rival him. He’d designed many of the devises currently being used in hospitals for operating and the like. He had every right to act better than those he shared the castle with because he was better than them.
Of course because of his obsession with reputation Lucien knew full well, even with Syd and Raiden, he couldn’t raise a hand to them without tarnishing his it. He needed powerful slaves to fight his battles as Lucien was no fighter by any definition of the word. He only killed out of necessity and it was done either via feeding or experimentation, but neither way held any violence on his end. Yes the experiments may be considered inhumane and the reactions violent, but it was no actual violence driven by Lucien. The most he’d ever done to raise his hand against anyone was for a slap that usually went to Zeph.
Currently the master was sipping a glass of blood wine feeling far more relaxed than he should. Despite being a vampire that change did not fully rewire his mind meaning his absolutely terror of large rooms and groups of people did not diminish in anyway. In fact most of his neurotic tendencies seemed to grow worse and Lucien had a great many things he either did not like or would cause him such anxiety he’d just completely shut down. Lucien was a scientist though and so he made a pill to deal with such anxiety or he’d been working on it as well as his 50 other projects and this one was pushed to the side for others that took precedence until he realized the ball was right around the corner and he’d quickly finished it. Lucien trusted his abilities minus not having slept in a few weeks because he was Lucien Gaudet and he made no mistakes.
In Lucien’s defense, the medicine he made was good and would work, unfortunately the issue he didn’t factor was mixing it with alcohol which all but removed his inhibitions and likely would not have the effect he was hoping on his reputation. He feeling far to good to be aware of this issue and continued to sip his wine and watch the ebb and flow of handsome men through the ballroom. His eyes had been transfixed on one from the moment he walked in noting the near all black attire, which Lucien could respect in a three piece tailored suit of the same color. Normally he’d have left it and after the party, in private, would have had a guard bring the slave to his room. Lucien liking his privacy, but in his current state that wasn’t what happened. The vampire felt bold and empowered and he wanted the slave.
Without another thought Lucien approached the slave having no sense of personal space and scented him as he did so. “You smell of power and death. What is your name slave?” Lucien inquired letting his lithe well manicured fingers brush along the slaves cheek.
Okay, so maybe this Christmas party wasn’t as bad as Amod thought that it was going to be. While there were certainly plenty of people there, some of which were ones that were apprehensive about his being there, Amod was able to mingle with the residents and staff of the castle. Some of the conversations were trivial, others were stimulating, and others gave Amod hope that maybe he could have a future there - and that he wasn’t just going to be some punching bag for the council or the guards. And heck, getting a drink or two from vampires after letting them feed from him? It was icing on the cake.
Of course, Amod did still find himself a bit saddened. It was, after all, a ball and that only reminded him of his master. From the dances to the outfits to the decorations, everything only seemed to remind him of his former master and how he would always act as his shadow to ensure his safety... and that only reminded him of his failure to do as he was groomed for. Protect his master. The very thought had Amod deciding to hug a wall as he nursed his beverage, lost in his thoughts as he silently apologized to his master - if there was an afterlife, he was sure that the man was haunting him for his foolish mistake.
Stuck in melancholy, Amod didn’t notice it when a vampire was coming his way until they were right up on him, nose inches from his neck, and he had to clear his throat to shake himself out of his solemn thoughts. A placating smile pulled at his lips as he let his gaze flicker to the vampire, wanting to come across as respectful but not some weak slave. Because weak was never something he ever wanted to be considered.
“Amod, sir,” the gargoyle answered, refraining from leaning into the touch of the vampire as those fingers brushed against his cheek. It was obvious that the vampire had some sort of substance in his system, but what, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps he drank fae blood? Or was it that he drank the blood of someone inebriated? ...Or was this just how he acted? He doubted it, but he supposed that not all vampires were ones that kept themselves prim and proper. “And yes... I am the one they dub the vampire killer.” Not because he killed vampires, but because he killed one that he shouldn’t have.
“So death is someone that I’m very well acquainted with.”
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