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❛The others - all our kind who know of her - they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless. She was only aware of things which I didn't learn till so many decades had passed. She knew secrets that only suffering can teach...❜ Independent and semi-selective RP blog for Claudia from Interview with the Vampire. Movie-based with some influences from the books.

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“So, you’re Miss Madeline.” Claudia glanced the young lady up and down. She would by no means have considered her ‘grown-up’, but what she would have given to have been cursed just a little longer in her life. Still, she kept her grievances locked up tight inside of her and remained stoic, almost ice cold. “Is your ‘mother’ home by any chance?”

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“Somehow I doubt a night out with you would end up as boring,” Alice retorts, though she can’t help smiling. “On the other hand, it would still be a night free of the Camarilla and the Anarchs and everyone else clamoring for my attention.” She rolls her eyes. “How on earth did anyone get anything done before Fish Embraced me and they could dump it all on my relatively-ignorant shoulders?”

The mention of her “handsome gentleman friend” sends blood rushing to her cheeks, directed there by a traitorous subconscious – Alice sternly puts it back in its place. “Victor…probably would appreciate a chance to get out and about,” she admits, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “We don’t get a chance to see each other all that often because of my responsibilities.”

“Oh?” Claudia cocked her head to the side. “That, I’m afraid I can’t say. It's a rare occurrence, running into others of our kind.” She frowned, thinking of her loneliness and need for companionship outside of her guardian as well as her sour (acrid or even poisonous seemed a better word) experiences when she first sought them out with Louis many years ago.

“It’s settled. Tomorrow evening then?”

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‘Doll, doll,’ I called her. That’s what she was. A magic doll. Laughter and infinite intellect and then the round-cheeked face, the bud mouth. ‘Let me dress you, let me brush your hair,’ I would say to her out of old habit, aware of her smiling and watching me with the thin veil of boredom over her expression.

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“Why don’t we have one then, hm? I could ask Madeleine to take care of things, and we could go out around town. Please?” Claudia locked the other vampire into a hug, at once seeming every bit a child as she appeared.

“You could bring your handsome gentleman friend with you,” Claudia said in a sing-song voice with a little smirk on her face. 

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“Hm.” Claudia gazed up at the large building quizzically and after a moment, back down at her companion with a wry look. It was a high-end children’s store fashioned to look like a life-sized dollhouse, complete with a Georgian architectural design and painted in shades of peppermint pink to add a whimsical touch. “Shall we go in -- for curiosity’s sake?” 

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Claudia held her bouquet of lilies tightly as she tread through the forest with the strange woman. Whether she was a potential friend, predator, or prey, she couldn’t tell; all she knew was that she too wasn’t altogether human. Thankfully, there wasn’t a long way to go from where they were. 

She began to weave some of her lilies together to make another crown (her first sat atop her head of golden curls and glowed in the moonlight like a halo) and recite, “I met a lady in the meads/Full beautiful--a faery’s child/Her hair was long, her foot was light/And her eyes were wild.”

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“Would you prefer tea or...?” Claudia gestured to the other pot, as pretty and delicate as the other pieces of floral china, but omitting the unmistakable scent of death. She was impatient to pour herself a cup from it, but bid herself to wait on the creature first. Monster as she was, she rarely forgot her manners. 

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“Tell me,” Claudia began, wrapping a coil of her long golden hair around her finger and staring at the immortal man thoughtfully. “What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had? Do you even dream?”

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It was an isolating thing to be vámpír, when all whom might help me better understand this life had died long ago. Was ükanya the first to unlock the secret of immortality— what deal had been struck, what price to be paid? 

Did God look upon me now with judgement in his stare as the devil extended his clever claw? Or, if I am untouched by death does that make me divine— a creature made to drink of the unjust? No. Surely I am no angel if the name of Báthory is mine to bear. As well, I was not so vain as to think this tainted gift was forever mine and mine alone. 

Deep into the Carpathians I did wander, that fearless country which held fast to its secrets before I would again come to Russia, the place I had spent my earliest years. Yet even here, there lay no trace, no whisper of that which I ached to find. I travelled first to France, then to Britain… whispers here perhaps, but still nothing to sate my burning curiosities.

Instead, it was in the most unlikely place that I would find them, a young child with the grace of centuries and her two companions— nestled here, in the south of these United States. I knew at once of what they were, sifting through the silken moonlight untouched, unbothered by all the chaos that swirled around them. Only ones without fear of death could walk so freely. Standing before them now, after endless searching, I hardly knew what to say.

Perhaps a simple greeting was best.

“Hello,” I offered, and how thick my accent must have seemed to them. At the very least, I was grateful to know English at all. “I’ve travelled a great deal to find… and now that I’ve found you, I… Can you… Do you— do you know— what I am?”

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Lestat and Louis (Louis especially) didn’t like Claudia to wander off, but she just couldn’t help herself at times. The glow of the street lamps, the hiss of the cicadas, the rumble of carriages and faint music in the distance all called to her like a siren song. That aside, she was growing tired of being treated like a baby doll; she was beginning to yearn for independence and found herself rebelling against her fathers in ways she would have never thought significant in her first few years of life as a vampire. 

Vampire. She had heard the word from Lestat and she knew what it meant, of course, but what did it mean? How did they come to be and what was their purpose? What was hers? Surely, there must have been more to life than, and surely, there must have been others. 

Someone was watching her. She was at once eager and hesitant to know who it was -- it wasn’t either of her fathers, that she knew for sure. This presence felt as curious to seek her out as she to it. She stopped in a nearby cobblestone alley, clenching her teeth and her fist against the wall as the mysterious figure approached her. Once she came into focus and spoke her words, the young vampire was taken by surprise.

"Yes, I know what you are.” For a long time, Claudia stared at the beautiful dark-haired lady, her eyes glittering with surprise, admiration, and even a twinge of envy that she would never be able to grow as lovely as her. “I have been wondering, too, about ‘our kind’, and I never thought that ...” She shook her head, breaking her trance. “Forgive me -- I am called Claudia. What is your name, Madame...?” 

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Kili paused at the question, staring at the girl intently before shaking himself out of his thoughts and remembering his manners. It would most certainly be wrong to leave a young child out in the cold instead of inviting her to be warmed, as she herself had noted.

“Yes, of course.” He stepped aside so she could enter his home, sticking his head back outside after she did to check again for anyone that could have been with her. But as he turned to look at her in the light, he did have a vague sense of familiarity of the girl. He had most certainly seen her before; it was hard to forget her striking features. Porcelain skin. Those eyes, young but yet so old. So much wisdom in them.

“I apologize, I did not recognize you before but in the light…we met in the market a few days ago. You were with your mother. Is she here with you now?” He peeked out the door one last time before shutting it.

Claudia moved into the shelter of the room, the silk of her cloak and skirts rustling and her feet barely seeming to touch the ground. 

“My mother is dead,” she stated in answer to his question. For a short while, she stood still as one of her discarded dolls, eyes glued to the wallpaper in a sort of catatonia. She was thankful there were no tears to trickle down her eyes and make her appear more vulnerable, but she felt it all the same. 

Finally, she turned to the man with a cold and expressionless face. “You know what that means for me, don’t you? Having been turned, having been made--?” Her voice broke off and what she was holding back became more apparent than she liked -- the fact was war with herself, her situation, the room, the man, the fragile body she cursed and sometimes, the mind.

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