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Hmm? *looks up from a trashy romance novel* What's this about an interview? Don't look at me...you probably took a wrong turn somewhere. Go and bother Samael about it. ...Oh, right, he did one already. *sighs, putting the book down and smoothing her dress* Fine, fine...but I don't see why you'd want to know anything about me. It's not like I'm a model, an actress, or anything impressive like that. Since you're here, I might as well just give you what you want, right? *leans back in her chair, crossing her legs at the ankles* So go 'head and pull up a chair, or maybe just the floor. This might take a while. Cigarette? No? Then let's get started.

So I have a pretty boring life. Nothing too odd or sensational--I guess that's a pretty weird thing for a vampire to say. Yeah, I'm not the really bitey-bite type. Not for a long while. These days I sort of just use donated blood packs--buy 'em from blood centers and such. As for 'long while'? 'S been a good forty years since I had more than five live ones a year. Yeah, I'm old. Real old. I look young, though, don't I? Died at twenty-something, but I don't remember exactly when. No, you can't know how long ago that was. Don't you know how inappropriate it is to ask a lady her age? But here's a hint: John Hancock was a pretty fine man, if you know what I mean. And Shakespeare? Well, I've met easier men to deal with. ...Yes. It's been a while.

Since sitting around in one location is really very boring, I've traveled the world over and ended up in Chicago a few years back. Well, alright, maybe not a few years...but this was the place to be back in the Roaring Twenties, you know? I miss those smoky old jazz clubs, dancing the Charleston and running with the mafioso...those were some pretty great times, I'm telling you. But, ah, I started out back in China with a huge family way back when. When I grew up, I met...well, how do all these stories go, right? I met a man. Spoke Chinese fluently, though he was by no means from around town. Alabaster skin, blood-red eyes, and hair as black as night. He was...he was something. Things happened, and, you know...I..ended up...like this. I don't like to talk about it.

Life alternatively goes fast and slow, but I'd never met someone who made it screech to a halt...'til I met..that idiot. You know the one. Why else would you be here, huh? I met Samael..y'know, the guitarist from that 'emo screamo' (pfeh) band Crimson Rain. Haven't known him long at all, just since the thirties...that was back when he rolled with Jen. Real innocent and sweet back then, though you'd never guess it now. When she died...well, he wouldn't want me to talk about this, but he just sort of fell out of sync. We lost contact, didn't talk for ages and ages.

Next time I heard about him, he was already making the ladies and gentlemen of the underground swoon. Now look at him, all popular and loved. Good for him...*sighs, running a hand through her hair* ...I guess...I fell for him knowing he could never be mine. He cut himself off from everybody 'cept Evelyn--nasty piece of work--when I had a chance at him. So when I saw that boy again, I got so excited...five years ago, it was. And you know what? He's such an a*****e these days. It's hard to believe he loves someone when he's grabbing your chest one minute and getting guys (yeah, I said it) pregnant the next.

Did you know he has a color-coded datebook? I'm "black".

....

...But damn it, if I can't stop thinking about him...

I guess that's it for me. If you want to know more, then...I don't know, go bug someone else. *picks her book back up and returns to reading* Now get lost before I make you "Victim Number Two" this year.

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"When choosing between two evils, I always try to pick the one I've never tried before."

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Astral Midwinter Junkie

Report | 08/04/2009 11:10 pm

Astral Midwinter Junkie

...Inappropriate what? Where?
Astral Midwinter Junkie

Report | 08/04/2009 11:08 pm

Astral Midwinter Junkie

*narrows his eyes and steps closer*

Lost. You're not gonna just walk away, are you?
Astral Midwinter Junkie

Report | 08/04/2009 11:05 pm

Astral Midwinter Junkie

This isn't gettin' you undressed. You'll be wearin' exactly what you were earlier.
Astral Midwinter Junkie

Report | 08/04/2009 11:00 pm

Astral Midwinter Junkie

...You're makin' this hard, y'know.
Astral Midwinter Junkie

Report | 08/04/2009 10:57 pm

Astral Midwinter Junkie

*tugs on the fabric, pushing it further open in the process*
Astral Midwinter Junkie

Report | 08/04/2009 10:54 pm

Astral Midwinter Junkie

No, really. Lemme see.
Astral Midwinter Junkie

Report | 08/04/2009 10:52 pm

Astral Midwinter Junkie

Not the jacket...

Wait a sec. I think somethin's on it..
Astral Midwinter Junkie

Report | 08/04/2009 10:40 pm

Astral Midwinter Junkie

Heh.. Doubt it. I'm one of a kind. *holds out his hand*
Astral Midwinter Junkie

Report | 08/04/2009 10:34 pm

Astral Midwinter Junkie

...Heh.. No.. I'm just sayin'.

*shakes his head and smirks*

What's it to you? Am I turnin' you on?
Astral Midwinter Junkie

Report | 08/04/2009 10:29 pm

Astral Midwinter Junkie

You don't want a jacket. This part of the city.. 's.. full of gangsters.. who dig that sort of thing.

s**t.. What the ********? That's not cool at all...

I'll keep you warm.

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