#﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ louis de pointe du lac — vs beautiful one .

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And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would die tomorrow or the day after or eventually... it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, then life... every second of it... Is all we have.

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The    offense    in    the    other    male's    voice    did    not    go    unnoticed    yet    Louis    thought    it    not    worth    addressing.    Only    a    vampire    completely    secure    within    himself    and    what    he    has    become    would    take    offense    to    a    statement    that    was    true.    Because    there    was    no    doubt    in    Louis'    mind    that    Mystic    Falls    reeked    of    disgusting    blood    sucker    and    he    would    be    remiss    to    stay    very    long    less    he    attract    more    of    the    very    being    he    has    spent    his    life    mostly    avoiding    since    Armand.

“I    am    from    nowhere    in    particular.”    He    paused,    turning    green    eyes    towards    the    stranger.    “Louis.    Louis    de    Pointe    du    Lac    but    simply    Louis    will    do.”    He    paused.    “You    must    be    Damon    Salvatore.”

『S』 ---- "I'm sorry, I n f e s t e d?" a drop of offense. yet, a hint of agreement. the blue eyed salvatore observes the man before him. brilliant green eyes bursting from his pale features. damon furrows his eyebrows, turning to search his surroundings as confusion grew.

"where did you come from?"

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❝ you look like a mess. ❞ for louis<3

╰┈➤ DIALOGUE PROMPTS : Assorted a set of various original dialogue prompts !

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Louis was perfectly aware that he likely did not seem himself, but as far as looks go, there wasn't a hair out of place. Vampirism was a funny thing. He could cut all of his hair off, but Lestat's ability to keep him looking the same was unmatched. His hair grew back alarmingly fast --- in a span of minutes no less. It was truly annoying, but his sire had never intended for anything to change. They were meant to be life partners for better or for worse although these days, Lestat's everything erred on the side of worse. Louis had a feeling the mystery cause of Lestat's antics was standing a mere two feet away from him, but he had to be careful. Unlike Lestat, Niklaus held no sentimental feelings that would prevent him from yanking his heart out.

And so it begins...

Green eyes looked up from the fireplace, giving Klaus his attention for the time being. He could not tell what the hybrid's mood was like, but best to assume the worst, especially since he was stuck here.

"Dare I ask who has awakened the beast this night? What poor, unfortunate soul has incited your wrath this evening?"

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﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ iruka — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ iruka — in character . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ iruka — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ vlad iii tepes — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ daenerys targaryen — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ daenerys — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ daenerys — discourse . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ daenerys targaryen — in character . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ daenerys targaryen — vs two sides of the same coin . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ hector — in character . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ hector — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ hector — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ hector — vs a new master; w vincenzo . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ louis — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ louis de pointe du lac — discourse . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ louis de pointe du lac — in character . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ louis de pointe du lac — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ louis de pointe du lac — vs new orleans finest . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ louis de pointe du lac — vs beautiful one .

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Louis had become accustomed to people approaching him every now and then although he never stayed one place for too long. He had heard about some places in Paris that were well aware that vampires were a thing, but Louis had no interest in returning to Paris. His last days there were nothing short of miserable while avoiding his sire was still high on his list too. So he wandered from city to city, taking up residence for a month at a time before moving on.

He was approached by a man in a bar one night --- outside of Memphis. The man claimed to have known him. Louis immediately assumed he was a vampire but that wasn't the case. He informed him of some old tapes belonging to Daniel which immediately got Louis' attention. It had been enough for the men to get the jump on him, hitting him with a chloro rag and dragging him off some place. When Louis came to, he was irate, kicking and screaming within their little box, but to no avail. Technology had come a long way and so he was trapped, their artificial sun keeping him at bay lest he end up a pile of dust.

There were others within their 'dungeon', perhaps other creatures they hoped to experiment on. Louis endured their promises from day to day as they kept him fed just enough to be alert. Otherwise, he was poked and prodded with needles often, their blood samples no doubt being used for some horrific reason or another.

Louis lost track of the days, but eventually came to enough to realize he was being rescued? Or he guessed? He was groggy and out of it as the other killed the lights, offering some relief from the pain in his eyes. He didn't know this person. Sure as hell didn't like the idea of running off with another stranger, but as it were, he had few choices in the matter and so with a shakey, pale hand, he took the others.

"Oui, I guess. Lead the way. My legs feel like lead, but I can crawl."

Louis and the Nameless Boy

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327 wasn’t much of a name.  He knew it wasn’t.  But ever since he had been ‘born’ from his gestation tube, that was what he had been called.  327.  Deep in his bones he knew that there was something wrong with the place where he was growing up.  Deep in his bones he knew it was … well … evil.  Then came the day he discovered the papers on his ‘parents.  DNA had been taken from Superman and Batman, two very different heroes; and used to create him.  The files said he was meant to become a weapon against them.

He began to question everything.

And then came the night that he discovered the vampire.

They were starving him.  They had promised to give him access to the sun again, but instead they were stealing his blood and running experiments.

He was kept in a strange cell.  The bars were made out of something like sunlight. 

327 ran his hands through the light, feeling stronger for it.  After all, Superman gained power from Earth’s yellow sun.

Hero.

His parents were heroes.

He closed his eyes before letting blasts of laser vision destroy the lights keeping the vampire in.  When the lights were gone, he looked at the vampire and held out his hand.

“No one should be forced to be prisoner here.  What do you say we break free?”

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Louis blinked, looking over at the stranger curiously. One of things that he hated most about Lestat and Armand was their ability to tell him everything and nothing at all. There were still so many things he did not know about vampirism after all of this time while other things he simply happened upon over time. The way Louis' perfect green eyes studied the stranger was more than enough to allude that he did not appreciate having his mind read. Such was a talent of Lestat's and at times, Armand's as well. It was quite intrusive to one who valued his private thoughts.

Louis let out a deep sigh and tore eyes away from him. Pointless task or not, he was in no mood to fight for a drink tonight. And with his mood being low came the risk of him screwing up and outing himself. He was settled comfortably enough here. He had little desire to flee the city to make a new life elsewhere.

"Bold of you comment on my predicament, vampire." And he would stress the word vampire softly though if the stranger listened hard enough he would note the slight disdain in Louis' voice. He had little care for his own kind, as all the men he met along the way wanted nothing more than to use him for his good looks among other things. Rarely did a vampire approach in the night with intentions that were honorable.

And so after a few moment's silence, Louis gifted him with eyes that seemed to hold no ill will, but that hardly meant he was relaxed or trusting in his presence. On the contrary, his nerves were all over the place but he needn't know just yet.

"Who are you and what coven are you from? Rarely doth anyone approach me without some form of intent. And I am assuming you may know who I am. Most do when they see fit to come before me as you have."

A healthy distraction? As a human, he’d simply take what he was given and run with it. Now, he feels he should be insulted.

It was 1781, Yorktown, then— he had been spared death at the last moment.

Though, he had told her not to. The Madam had her understandable enough reasoning, of course. Starting with: ‘you mon amour insisted on finishing this,’ ‘this is bigger now than either of us,’ and ending with, ‘I couldn’t lose you, furthermore— I refused.’

He wasn’t entirely sure if the one who made him meant it as a compliment, or as an insult. What is the point of soldiering if you don’t go nobly into the shadow of death? He’d imagined it so many times it didn’t feel real as he was dying, and then… well…

He had understood then, but, it was 1786 now and the war had ended. He wasn’t angry at her, ‘his maker’ as she’d called it, more he didn’t know what to feel, in most respects he still didn’t. He had kept his faith, hard to be reverends son and not. But it was shaken and shattered. A ghost of its former self. Just like him, he thought, with a touch of lamentable irony.

“Careful— sir,” the former continental army officer said to the dark haired and green eyed stranger. “At this rate, you seem to be rabbit hunting with a dead ferret,” the vampire Benjamin said.

———————

Rabbit hunting with a dead ferret - 18th century slang - a pointless task

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lifeless-stars​:

“Do you think me murderous?”  

He shook his head.

“I don’t know what Lestat is sorry for.  Perhaps for all of it?  He doesn’t confide much in me.  He simply tosses money at me so I can live my life style.  I don’t use most of it.  It usually goes to one charity or another.  Just enough to keep myself in a small apartment, with a violin in good condition, and food on the table.”

The money was enough that he could have a penthouse if he wanted.

He didn’t.

“Louis…you can’t be alone forever.  You need a companion.  Maybe someone will be able to bring you to life in some way.”

He reached out his hand towards Louis.

“Maybe it could be me.”

     Louis  shrugged.  "I  have  yet  to  meet  a  vampire  who  didn't  take  pleasure  in  draining  the  life  from  another.  Some  find  it  poetic,  an  art  form  worth  bragging  about  while  others  do  it  because  it  is  simply  in  our  nature.  There  are  no  consequences.  Our  strength  is  challenged  only  by  the  sun's  rays  so  why  not  commit  the  act?"

     He  went  silent  for  a  spell,  listening  to  Andre's  explanation.  Some  would  argue  time  heals  all  wounds,  but  Louis  had  been  around  long  enough  to  know  that  was  a  lie... at  least  for  vampires.  There  was  still  bitterness  in  his  heart  festered  around  his  entire  life's  story.  However,  some  wounds  were  nothing  more  than  a  dull  ache  these  days.  Perhaps  if  his  own  fire  could  be  doused,  Lestat  could  find  it  in  himself  to  offer  a  genuine  apology.

      "I  see. That  sounds  like  him  then.  He  was  never  one  for  spilling  his  secrets.  He  gave  just  enough  to  keep  you  interested,  but  never  enough  to  satisfy  you."  Louis  finally  pocketed  the  old  journal.  He  still  had  no  interest  in  reading  it  but  perhaps  he'd  bury  it.  Or  burn  it  again.  It  deserved  a  proper  burial,  much  like  his  past.

     "Bold  of  you  and  Lestat  to  assume  I  will  be  alone  forever.  Or  that  I  do  not  simply  enjoy  being  left  to  my  own  devices.  You  came  all  this  way  seeking  me  out  and  for  what?  A  hope  that  you  would  find  me  desperate  and  in  despair  from  loneliness?"  He  scoffed.  "He  should  know  me  better  than  that.  I  will  never  lose  sleep  over  the  lack  of  another  cold  body  lying  naked  beside  me  every  night.  Aside  from  sex,  which I  can  live  without,  what  would  I  need  with  a  companion?”  

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"I have always thought myself to be a monster. Perhaps not nearly as bad as my maker but a monster all the same." He paused, piercing green eyes looking over the woman before him. He could not help but think of Claudia when it came to her youthful features, but unlike this stranger, Claudia had no qualms about being a 'monster'. She embraced it for what it was and made the best of it. Her resentment came in the form of being unable to act upon womanly desires. Body of a child but the mind of a woman. Louis could not think of anything more cruel than such.

"Every vampire I have ever known has been a beautiful veil of lies and evilness. Perhaps I myself am the same. Still, I believe every right choice brings you closer to redemption. In the eyes of God? If he exists. The jury is still out I'm afraid."

" do you believe that you are evil , then ? " hope knew the tremendous weight of having taken a human life , the raw guilt of it , even long before she became a vampire ... the tribrid . fifteen years old , surge of power , puritan vampires dead along with one poor unfortunate and all too human man in the attic thus triggering lycanthrope curse . " and me , am i . . . evil ? "