Goodnight, Sweet Prince

A little child she was, but also a fierce killer, now capable of the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a child's demanding. Indie Claudia RP Account 18+ | Mature | Mun 25+ Please see Rules & About before interacting.

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((I'm lurking because she's not cooperating on threads, but feel free to bug her and start up short things))

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How had she managed to endure this long without having learned how to drive? Of course, he understood the mechanics of the possibility, but there was such joy that accompanied the skill. He nodded at her. “I would be delight to teach you how to drive. Furthermore, you have always deserved everything.”

“Alright, I shall make the arrangements,” he sighed. Galavanting after Lestat was not Louis’ idea of a fine time, but he knew that he owed it to Claudia, and perhaps others, to at least put forth an effort, regardless of how little he imagined he would accomplish.

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Claudia thought she should argue about who deserved what, but she kept her mouth shut. It was nice to remember how fully and how unconditionally she had been loved by Louis.

“Thank you and I’ll gladly take the driving lessons as we go,” She smiled warmly and kissed his cheek. “I’ve missed you so. It is nice to be back at your side. Whatever comes with Lestat, I’d very much like to stay. With you.”

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AESTHETIC SETS:  lestat de lioncourt.

God kills indiscriminately … so shall we.

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“I don’t require a babysitter. The way both our kind and hunters are talking around town, if anyone needs a babysitter, it is likely you,” She pointed out. The one benefit of appearing as a child was that neither her kind or those allied with the Slayer tended to pay her much mind. It let her hear an awful lot.

“Your face and the faces of your usual…flunkies are about as well known in Sunnydale as anyone else. How much can you really achieve without pulling yourself into a fight with the Vampire Slayer? She is here, isn’t she? And neither you nor your coven has killed her,” Claudia was sure he was aware of that, but she thought she’d see if twisting that knife got her anywhere. 

“I bet the slayer comes running at the sound of a screaming child. I may not be strong enough to kill her, but assuming she’s wise to your other tricks, I can get her wherever you want her.” 

[thescourgeofeurope]

He used the term babysitter in the loosest possible sense. She may be able to fend for herself, but there was no doubt she needed a big bad someone, such as himself, to ensure her further survival. He didn’t bother to point that out, and instead gave her a tight-lipped, cynical smile. 

“Yet.” They hadn’t killed Buffy yet because, well, he had a plan. It was working fairly well, so long as there were no sudden hitches. This vampire could probably help. He pondered on it, tapping his chin once, twice, before dropping his hand back to his side.

“She’s strong, but no too bright,” he commented. “Besides, she and I have a history. It doesn’t take much for me to call her out. Toying with her is more fun than actually killing her. For now.”

He began to walk, circling around the child-vampire until he stopped again in front of her. “I’ll take your offer under consideration. Now… shoo.” 

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Claudia nodded smiling as innocently as she could after all of these years, “Alright,” She turned to go and then looked back at him. “The Slayer, she’s a high school student, no? I’m sure I could find her. See if my assumption that she’d never suspect a child is accurate. Then I can decide what to do with that information.” 

She had a few different thoughts on how she could use the Slayer, but she also knew that it was a dangerous game to play, one where she put her own existence on the line. 

“I could lead her right here. I bet she’d be very grateful for that without ever even asking how I know. Children and strangers like you. There’s always horror stories. Or perhaps I’ll let my hunger win out and kill her on the way.”  Claudia smiled and turned away again. “I suppose we’ll find out.”

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Claudia tilted her head, “That sounds rather like a trap,” She said with an arched brow. Luring her underground easily could be to do her some damage or trap her. She remembered Armand’s little trap in Paris.

“But I suppose if you truly do know of something…interesting…underground, I might be enticed,” Claudia had little left to lose and she did think that she might be capable of getting the better of Darla if the need arose. “What exactly would we find down there?”

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A quiet tinkering laugh came from Darla’s lips. It very well could have been a trap but that would have served no purpose for her with this girl. She teased Claudia lightly. “Do I look as if I’d lead you to a trap?” In fact, leading people - mainly men - into traps was Darla’s specialty. But she had plans that ran a bit more long-term for Claudia.

“My Master.” She answered simply to Claudia’s question. “And my Order, the Order of Aurelius.” She wasn’t fond of living underground at all, which is why she tended to travel extensively, but since the Master had found himself bound to the Hellmouth it had become imperative that Darla spend a lot more time in the tunnels under Sunnydale. “I think they’d be intrigued to meet you.”

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“I haven’t had the best of luck with covens. You’ll have to forgive my…hesitation to go marching toward someone that makes his fledglings call him Master,” Claudia admitted. Given what Armand had wrought, she was certain that a stronger vampire could do all the worse to her. She wasn’t eager to face down her own death again. 

She was thoughtful for a moment, “Well you - or can you - offer me any sort of protection should I go with you? You may not look as though you would lead me into a trap, but most do not look like what they are.” 

“Why is it that he’s underground even in the dark of night? The only vampires I know that do such a thing are mad.” And she knew very few of them for that matter.

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“Renfield,” he answered bluntly. His taste for pleasantries had somewhat soured. He didn’t know what to make of her with her grins and her small talk. Just– just flashing her GIFT for all to see! (If he were so lucky, he would not be as THOUGHTLESS in his presentation.) But perhaps it was intentional. Perhaps she was who he’d been meant to meet, and was attempting to signal him discreetly. 

“You have a lovely name, Miss Claudia. I hope you don’t mind my saying so, but there seems to be something in you I recognize. Perhaps familial? Certainly something IN THE BLOOD.”

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“I think there might be something indeed,” Claudia glanced at the ground then up at Renfield. “I saw you waiting. I could feel your desire...Not normal mortal desire,” She added. “But you’re...hungry,” She said choosing her words carefully. “A hunger you can’t sate. Are you here alone?” She asked, repeating her sentiment from earlier. He reminded her of others, of mortal pets of her kind. She didn’t want to run the risk of leading him away from another.

“Perhaps I can help you with that,” Her mind gifts were not that advanced, but she could feel things from him, gather enough to know that he had a want that suggested knowledge of their kind, but she could not be sure of the exact circumstances.

“Come, let’s find somewhere more private to discuss what our blood might have in common.” She offered him a hand.

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Claudia’s description of her maker was intriguing. It wasn’t often you found a vampire with only bad things to say about the person who sired them. Darla tried not to think about what her own fledgling would say about her now.

“Well watching you cause destruction is very enjoyable.” Darla really couldn’t wait to see more. “Unfortunately I don’t know much about playing the piano.” She wished that she did. That she had lived a different life as a human, one that had afforded her things like piano lessons. Drusilla had tried to teach her once or twice but between the girl’s less than linear teaching method and Darla’s wafer thin patience they hadn’t made it very far. 

Darla grinned as she heard the scream and smirked at Claudia’s assertion that she had been merciful. She nodded in fake but amused agreement. “I’m sure it was.” She kept hold of Claudia’s hand as her pace sped up a bit, trying to get them out of the realm of the human’s notice. “You haven’t seen half of Sunnydale yet.” Darla smiled at her eagerly. “There’s so much more underground.”

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Claudia tilted her head, “That sounds rather like a trap,” She said with an arched brow. Luring her underground easily could be to do her some damage or trap her. She remembered Armand’s little trap in Paris.

“But I suppose if you truly do know of something...interesting...underground, I might be enticed,” Claudia had little left to lose and she did think that she might be capable of getting the better of Darla if the need arose. “What exactly would we find down there?”

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The sun had set not but a few hours ago and, while hunger would have taken the older vampire out in an instant, inspiration had taken its place. At the moment, he sat upon the stool of the piano, fingers moving expertly against the keys, interrupted only when they had to part to write a few notes with an ink fountain pen. Upon Claudia’s arrival, her complaints, the titanium eyes that night laced with more ocean than purple rolled, dramatically. “In a moment, mon cher… I must finish this piece first, then we can prowl the city to your heart’s desire.”

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Claudia wasn’t particularly keen to wait, but she sighed and leaned against the edge of the piano. She admired his abilities and tried to play like him during her lessons, though she knew she wasn’t anywhere near as good. She began to get bored, though, leaning her head on her hand and sighing. She knew that Lestat was hard to refocus when he was more interested in something, but she was hungry and bored. “I’ll find Louis,” She grumbled turning away.

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Claudia leaned against the alley wall watching Darla as she took care of the second man. There was some artistry in her monstrous approach. It reminded her of Lestat, almost made her homesick for her long estranged father.

“Thank heavens that their complete lack of wit and decorum has little to do with how they taste,” Claudia said wiping her mouth clean. “It would be a shame if such a thing made a difference, though the wicked still taste better,” She mused warmed by the fresh blood.

“Should we clean up after ourselves?”

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Darla subconsciously ground her hips against her victim as she drank deeply, a low growl rumbling in the back of her throat. It was a little less control than she had originally planned to have, especially when feeding in front of someone new, but something about Claudia already made her comfortable. Sure she seemed a little stuck in the past in terms of decorum, it could be hard for vampires to keep up all the time, but that was one of the things that was comforting about her. Past familiarity.

When the guy had been drained Darla pulled away and left him to slump on the ground. She smiled as she spun to face the other girl, licking a drip of blood from the corner of her mouth. “Cleaning up is rarely a necessity in Sunnydale. These boys won’t be found until much later and their deaths will most likely be blamed on underage drinking or some nonsense.” 

Her head tilted at Claudia’s other thought. “Do you want to hunt for something a little more wicked, then?” The night was still young and Darla wanted to do everything she could to keep Claudia on her side. She thought the girl was someone the Master would be very interested in meeting.

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“Well then Sunnydale seems to have a few things going for them,” Claudia admitted. She had always had to be careful in New Orleans. Too many bodies brought questions and while she was rarely a suspect that didn’t change the worry that someone with a vested interest in hunting Vampires wouldn’t find her. 

“And what did you have in mind?” She asked at Darla’s invitation. “I do love a hunt. Something more sporting, though, don’t you think? I’m not knocking your talents. Simply that their intoxication did help the situation.” She smirked. 

“Have you ever met a vampire slayer? The rumor for the past few years has been that she’s in California. I’d quite like to meet her,” She raised an eyebrow. “I hear her blood tastes better than all others.”

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Claudia was careful and meticulous in stalking her prey just as she would be with adults. She determined who was less likely to yell and who was less likely to become frightened by being led to the edge of the trees. Adventurous children met untimely ends even in this age. She was also careful not to take them all as tempting as it might be. It would raise far too many questions.

She returned to Darla’s side some time later having taken three of the children playing. “We should be farther away when that woman goes looking for her child,” She motioned to one of the women sitting on a park bench. “Unless you’d like to inspect my work.”

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Darla watched Claudia from the corner of her eye with a slight sense of pride. The girl was definitely good. It barely took any time before Claudia returned to her side. Darla crouched down to talk to the other girl, still wanting to look the part of caring mother while they were in the vicinity of the park. She smiled a little at Claudia’s question. “I trust you did well enough, unless you have an overwhelming urge for show and tell.” 

Darla glanced at the woman on the bench who was starting to look a little panicked, realizing her child wasn’t in her line of sight. Darla straightened up and took Claudia’s hand, ready to lead her away. “You do good work. You must have been trained well.” She had mentioned her maker a few times here and there and after seeing Claudia work on her own Darla was beginning to get a little more curious.

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“I was told very little by my maker, but he did enjoy watching me cause destruction. That and the piano were about the only places he was terribly instructive. He’s gone now,” Or she assumed he was. She’d heard rumors that he had cheated death many times, but she’d yet to see him. Until she did, she would assume he was still gone. “And he was a fool when he wasn’t dust.” 

They’d just gotten out of the edge of the park when Claudia heard the woman scream. “I was merciful,” She said. “I’m sure it was like going to sleep,” Perhaps that was an exaggeration, but she hadn’t been cruel at least not in a way they could comprehend.

“I think I’m going to quite like Sunnydale.”

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thescourgeofeurope: Eyebrows lifted slightly. “A pint-sized angel of death. Cute.” His words were flat. He was still assessing her. A child vampire? Practically useless. Well, not completely. She could serve several purposes, if he was inclined to accept her so called “assistance”.

His fingers tapped against his chin. “You make a bold offer, kid, but what could I possibly want from you? Besides, babysitting? Not my gig.”  Being a child vampire had to come with its limitations. She wanted protection. Of course she’d come to him. But oh, his mind had already thought out plenty of possibilities. Using her to lure his victims came to the forefront of his mind. Nothing more than a new version of an old game. He hadn’t turned down the offer just yet. Angelus wanted to hear what she thought she had to offer.

“I don’t require a babysitter. The way both our kind and hunters are talking around town, if anyone needs a babysitter, it is likely you,” She pointed out. The one benefit of appearing as a child was that neither her kind or those allied with the Slayer tended to pay her much mind. It let her hear an awful lot.

“Your face and the faces of your usual…flunkies are about as well known in Sunnydale as anyone else. How much can you really achieve without pulling yourself into a fight with the Vampire Slayer? She is here, isn’t she? And neither you nor your coven has killed her,” Claudia was sure he was aware of that, but she thought she’d see if twisting that knife got her anywhere. 

“I bet the slayer comes running at the sound of a screaming child. I may not be strong enough to kill her, but assuming she’s wise to your other tricks, I can get her wherever you want her.” 

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Claudia hesitated. She didn’t have the answer he longed for. “That encounter is a bit of a blur. I remember it, but it feels like a dream that I can only half remember. Whatever happened…I think it was what freed me. I wish that I hadn’t been trapped in that way, but whatever that part of me felt – It is behind us if you accept that.”

[your-green-eyed-monster-deactiv]

He nodded still in shock that she is alive. Not wanting to question a good thing for now he took her hand and lead her home to Rue Royal. “Oui, I can accept that.” He said quietly. He was happy she was alive and well. He knew their kind were rarely happy. He was sure there would be tension later but for now he would just celebrate their good fortune.

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Claudia was grateful for it. She feared Louis would only remember the bad. He’d had such a long time to think about everything and whatever had happened with her spirit had not been pleasant from what she could tell. She held tightly to his hand, clinging in a way that she hadn’t in a long time before Paris. “The city is much changed.” She remarked.

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"Not another nightmare is it?"

“I’ll be alright, my love. It was just a bad dream. They happen even to our kind,” But even as she insisted that she was okay, she looked as though it had shaken her badly.

[louis-the-beautiful-one]

“Perhaps it’s memories from that body.” He offered with a tilted head. Louis brought her to his large coffin- though he did not shut the lid. 

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“You may be right. Lestat said my gifts might be different now,” She laid with her head on his chest. “I didn’t think I would find myself back in your coffin so quickly.” She looked up at him with a smile.

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"Not another nightmare is it?"

“I’ll be alright, my love. It was just a bad dream. They happen even to our kind,” But even as she insisted that she was okay, she looked as though it had shaken her badly.

[louis-the-beautiful-one]

Louis ghosted closer to her coffin as he reached a hand towards her. “Come, lay with me.” He insisted in a hushed tone. 

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Claudia took his hand going to lay with him. “I’m sure they’ll subside soon. I can’t make sense of them. Perhaps it is a side effect from taking this body.” She said hoping it would pass.

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I cant hold all this Armand 

[sidestuiff]

Antagonize my muse. Do as much as you can on anon or not to make them squirm, get angry -- make them feel really uncomfortable!