Thousand Year Old Vampire – Prompt #12

Cait kept me anchored in more ways that I realised. After wandering for a few years, I was desperate for some real company. So I decided to settle in Paris.

My talents could have ingratiated me with any of the merchants of the more prestigious trades, or even in the court of a local lord. But I didn't want much attention. So I took to prostitution.

Not of myself, by now I had learned not just how to fan the flames of desire in those I hunted, but to direct it as well. This wasn't so much a supernatural power as a lesson in manipulation of mankind's baser natures.

I ran a small brothel near the city gates at the begrudging allowance of city authorities. Mostly we served young freemen travelling to a city to sell goods and were free from their families for a short while.

The money was good, and the feeding was better. We developed a great reputation in the city, and I became rich and famous in some circles. But eventually the local clergy grew tired of our debauchery and raided our house, putting me in shackles. The iron burns my skill and I am greatly weakened, almost extinguished.

However, one of the girls, Vivienne, who was resourceful and loyal, set fire to the house and smuggled me out of the city in the chaos. She broke my bonds, but left me alone to recover. She also took the small amount of money I had on me.

I did not begrudge her, she saved my life and for that I am forever thankful.


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