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Amélie
The miasma of unpleasantness over the lounge was growing. It weighed on Amélie's skin, like an unseen presence pressing in around her. If she were human, she would've felt the prickle of goosebumps on her arms. When the background noise in the bar died away abruptly, it took all the woman had not to glance about, settling instead for a hard squint at the dreadlocked valet. Of course, he probably didn't have anything to do with it. Of course. Her eyes slid sideways.
God, she really hated this damn lounge.
Marcus went on yapping all the while. She wanted to feign indifference to his words. But he was onto something interesting - well, more than interesting. She paid rapt attention as he mentioned some mobsters, plus a little more. Something about the Veil and crossing it while asleep--
"What?"
Amélie started. The valet went on blithely, and she stared, blinking slowly as her expression smoothed into something less frightening, her eyes distant.
Baton Rouge, Louisiana. 1931. A heavy cloud of gnats hung over the river's edge. Madame led the way; spine straight, skirts hiked up to her knees, she held the jar in her hand aloft, tapping at the fireflies within.
"Ey bout as thick as this ri-vah." Her voice sounded strange, her lips forming haltingly around the English words. "They flit around so, yah? Like fireflies."
The Veil. What a poignant reminder of her own ignorant beginning. The fleeting memory passed, and Amélie's mind blanked as she scrambled to remember the rest of what her Sire had said. There'd always been a lesson in her words then. She'd been trying to show her something then down in the deep Mississippi mud. Something about crossing the barrier...
"Anyway, y'all need anymore drinks?"
"No," Amélie said sharply, coming back to the present. She didn't know what disturbed her more: that she, one with supposedly perfect memory, could not recall something from sixty-eight years ago, or that Marcus had sparked her interest so with such a half-baked story. She liked to stay in her box, so to speak, and mind her own damn business. This whole adventurous streak rising up in her? Eh. She could have done without at the moment.
Still. Kindred wanting to know about crossing the Veil while sleep? She would have to look into it. Maybe not now, but soon.
At her side, Wesley went away with Hanna, then Isabel, and soon Amélie too was trailing after them, murmuring a soft thank you to Marcus as she passed. Outside, Madame's SUV idled at the corner a block away. Upon Amélie's exit, the car came to life and came up alongside the curb. Earl stepped out to open the passenger door for her, but Amélie had stopped, her eyes resting on the keys in Wes's hand.
Ah. Car thieves. Seemed like Houston and New York had more in common than she thought.
Wesley managed to keep his cool, though Amélie caught the blanketed message in his last words. Her eyes rolled.
"Don't be ridiculous. It's nearly sunrise...you don't have much time to go running all over the city" Amélie chided. Tossing her head, she gestured loosely at the ghoul hovering by her car. "I have a car tonight, alright? We can drop you all off. No need to waste money on a taxi."
God, she really hated this damn lounge.
Marcus went on yapping all the while. She wanted to feign indifference to his words. But he was onto something interesting - well, more than interesting. She paid rapt attention as he mentioned some mobsters, plus a little more. Something about the Veil and crossing it while asleep--
"What?"
Amélie started. The valet went on blithely, and she stared, blinking slowly as her expression smoothed into something less frightening, her eyes distant.
Baton Rouge, Louisiana. 1931. A heavy cloud of gnats hung over the river's edge. Madame led the way; spine straight, skirts hiked up to her knees, she held the jar in her hand aloft, tapping at the fireflies within.
"Ey bout as thick as this ri-vah." Her voice sounded strange, her lips forming haltingly around the English words. "They flit around so, yah? Like fireflies."
The Veil. What a poignant reminder of her own ignorant beginning. The fleeting memory passed, and Amélie's mind blanked as she scrambled to remember the rest of what her Sire had said. There'd always been a lesson in her words then. She'd been trying to show her something then down in the deep Mississippi mud. Something about crossing the barrier...
"Anyway, y'all need anymore drinks?"
"No," Amélie said sharply, coming back to the present. She didn't know what disturbed her more: that she, one with supposedly perfect memory, could not recall something from sixty-eight years ago, or that Marcus had sparked her interest so with such a half-baked story. She liked to stay in her box, so to speak, and mind her own damn business. This whole adventurous streak rising up in her? Eh. She could have done without at the moment.
Still. Kindred wanting to know about crossing the Veil while sleep? She would have to look into it. Maybe not now, but soon.
At her side, Wesley went away with Hanna, then Isabel, and soon Amélie too was trailing after them, murmuring a soft thank you to Marcus as she passed. Outside, Madame's SUV idled at the corner a block away. Upon Amélie's exit, the car came to life and came up alongside the curb. Earl stepped out to open the passenger door for her, but Amélie had stopped, her eyes resting on the keys in Wes's hand.
Ah. Car thieves. Seemed like Houston and New York had more in common than she thought.
Wesley managed to keep his cool, though Amélie caught the blanketed message in his last words. Her eyes rolled.
"Don't be ridiculous. It's nearly sunrise...you don't have much time to go running all over the city" Amélie chided. Tossing her head, she gestured loosely at the ghoul hovering by her car. "I have a car tonight, alright? We can drop you all off. No need to waste money on a taxi."
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