Whoopdefuckingdoo!

So! News of the night: I’m a full member of this domain now. For a change that actually feels like an honor. Dad should have taken lessons from the prince when I was still his son. Ok, technically I still am. But you get my drift. She manages to inspire people. Don’t know how she does it, because it sure as hell isn’t her blood doing it for her. I would have known if it were. Such effects tend to wear off. Makes my desire to go out there and help her all the stronger. Only she still refuses to see me. I’m inclined to attribute that to her schedule. For now. Seems that’s a contagious condition though. Baumgartner still owes me a date. So does Alessandro. Though good old Eric seems to have a hard time keeping his tongue in check. He must be pretty desperate to ask me for advice on anything.

She’s also asked me to act as a decoy to the guests we had. Seems to fancy them. Still, I did what I could. Not that they were too pleased about it. That Dorian guy kept trying to duel people. Didn’t find any volunteers. I said it was due to his choice of weapon. He didn’t hear it. A shame, really. Anyway. Now Brückner wants to see Dee on account of her having texted me during the evening – which obviously made my alarm go off and seemed to amuse the prince. Dee’s pretending not to be nervous. For now she’s probably too irritated to be nervous. As for her own ghoul? Got into some trouble, I guess. It’s got something to do with Sparkle – and Ted too, supposedly – but I don’t know what. All I know is that by the end of the night Sparkle had left the domain, not to return at least until my party. Guess she’ll be missed.

Makes for a whole new set of primogen. Let’s see if I can get this straight:
– Nosferatu used to have one, Cel by name. Now Thomas took the helm, seeing as she went poof on everyone.
– Gangrel had Anila, only she left as well. So now it’s Phelan’s turn to show that he’s worthy.
– Toreador had Mitchell. We now found out that her blood as been claimed. All the better for Alessandro, who’s picking up where she left off.
– Ventrue were without a head, except for the prince. Shiraz took over (still have to write that article for him – bleh).
– Tremere have Miss Sanders. No idea why she didn’t show up this week.
– Brujah had Sparkle, now settling with J.B. . Not sure if that’ll do him any good.
– And last but not least – Malkavian. Simon took over from the crazy girl Newlyn. It’s a change for the better.

This Hunter chick must have been here for ages. Yet she’s not filling in for Anila, Phelan is. So I take it she’s still not too interested in staying here. Right now I can’t see why the prince would allow her to stay, over than her constant growling for one reason or another. Seriously, if that all she can do she’d better get all packed up and go. Soon.

The clan is what remains to be said… We finally had this huge talk with Freddy. Of course he’s being stubborn. As soon as Alessandro left the room, however, him and Coraline got all fluffy and oh so worried about poor lil’ me. Seems to me that all it takes to get them to cooperate is give them a little soul suffering on my end plus the good old puppy eyes. Out of a sudden Freddy says he’ll try to compromise on my behalf – and old Coraline passes me by, patting my shoulder and giving moral support. Not that it’s needed. I know perfectly well how this is going to end. Question being: Do they?

And then there’s Jason. This guy always has a surprise up his sleeve. Good at hiding. There’s no telling in how useful this is going to be. I somewhat envy him. Good to have him on our side. Well – my side at least. I know that his gifts would tempt anyone to say he’s a traitor. If he is, I’m going down the wrong road by associating myself with him. No regrets though. I still trust him. And revealing what he did… He must trust Alessandro and me as well. Kind of like the brother I never had. Creepy, but in a good way.

Der Wein hatte genau die richtige Temperatur. Die Aussicht auf die Stadt war nichts geringeres als atemberaubend. Und die Begleitung? Eine Frau, um die ihn jeder beneidet hätte. Nur war sie nicht seine Begleitung. Er war ihre Begleitung. Oder besser, er war ihr Date. Dafür hatten sie sich hier getroffen.
“You’re special.”
“Coming from a man wearing an eye patch in public without feeling the slightest shame I must be very special.” Sie lächelte ihn an auf eine Weise, die keinen Zweifel ließ: Sie wusste etwas, das er nicht wusste. Oder dachte es jedenfalls.
Mit seinem gewinnensten Lächeln – wenn auch ungetrübt gelangweilt ein weiteres Mal etwas sehr einfaches erklären zu müssen, egal wie offensichtlich es war – setzte er also zu besagter Erklärung an. “You haven’t touched your glass for 15 minutes straight after pouring the glass, which exceeds the socially acceptable delay buy 12 minutes and 25 seconds, statistically speaking, of course. You’ve tried to keep small talk alive ever since I got here, amounting to a total of 68 minutes by now, carefully avoiding anything that make this a serious conversation. Plus” Sein Lächeln wurde noch etwas breiter. “Your make-up is so perfect that even I can appreciate it while at the same time being painfully aware that applying it in such a manner would either require you to be a make-up artist or – you’ve had much more training than you could have had, seeing as you’re too young to have had much of it. Assuming that you went through school.” Da wenigstens einer hier den Wein zu genießen schien, genehmigte er sich noch einen Schluck. “Hell, if I didn’t know any better I’d have to assume we’re in a relationship.”
“We are, Nathaniel.”, gab sie ihm lächelnd entgegen. Der ertappte Ausdruck in ihren Augen war verschwunden, lange bevor er ihn hatte bemerken können.
Dafür verdrehte er die Augen. “Please, can you not call me that?”
“It is your name. One should think that by now you should be used to it.”
“Being used to something has absolutely no effect on whether or not you like that same thing.”
Ihr Kichern war fast so hell wie das eines Kindes, der Blick dafür fast mütterlich. “You should honor your name. It helps you to remember who you are.”
“I never-” Der Satz blieb unvollendet. Seine Gesprächspartnerin hatte sich über den Tisch gebeugt und ihm einen Finger auf die Lippen gelegt. Das alles mit einem derart entwaffnenden Lächeln, dass Hollywood sehr viel Geld gezahlt hätte es auf die KinoLeinwände zu bringen. Auch wenn ein derartiges Angebot in alle Ewigkeit ausgeschlagen bleiben würde.
“Never is a very long time, Nathaniel.”