Matt scoffed, not doubting Cassidy's word in the slightest. The idea of a place like that existing at all was almost hilarious except he knew it was still true.
Quaint, really.
"Call it five hundred, I'm only a decade off." A dismissive wave of a hand came with it, despite the creeping look of pride in his eyes and the tilt of his smile that faded as he continued.
"Five centuries of knowing my place, is what it was. My world, our vampires, there's a lot of us and we've got our own society. Goes back to the dark ages. The Crusades? A full out offensive attack on the Kindred who thought they had the right to exist in the open, purging our kind in fire and sunlight, and countless humans who dare be accused by others to even know of us. Rules were set in place to protect us. Rules that get you killed if you break."
Matt took a shallow pull from his glass, shaking his head as he adjusted in his seat. It was a dark topic but that was his life. Any vampire's life and Matthew didn't expect or want any sympathy.
"So yes, I have, but I'm not ashamed to say how I handled it. Kill or be killed. A nasty business, cleaning up those messes, and I've been forced to run for my life.." He paused like he was counting and then added with a cheeky grin, "... though some messes involved avoiding the husband of very handsome housewives and high windows. The better times of it all, if you ask me."
He reached out then, gesturing for the pipe.
"Your place in Texas sounds like mine in Arizona. Empty, simple and mostly quiet when some new, passing neighbor kicks up dust?"
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Date: 2018-01-10 01:55 am (UTC)Quaint, really.
"Call it five hundred, I'm only a decade off." A dismissive wave of a hand came with it, despite the creeping look of pride in his eyes and the tilt of his smile that faded as he continued.
"Five centuries of knowing my place, is what it was. My world, our vampires, there's a lot of us and we've got our own society. Goes back to the dark ages. The Crusades? A full out offensive attack on the Kindred who thought they had the right to exist in the open, purging our kind in fire and sunlight, and countless humans who dare be accused by others to even know of us. Rules were set in place to protect us. Rules that get you killed if you break."
Matt took a shallow pull from his glass, shaking his head as he adjusted in his seat. It was a dark topic but that was his life. Any vampire's life and Matthew didn't expect or want any sympathy.
"So yes, I have, but I'm not ashamed to say how I handled it. Kill or be killed. A nasty business, cleaning up those messes, and I've been forced to run for my life.." He paused like he was counting and then added with a cheeky grin, "... though some messes involved avoiding the husband of very handsome housewives and high windows. The better times of it all, if you ask me."
He reached out then, gesturing for the pipe.
"Your place in Texas sounds like mine in Arizona. Empty, simple and mostly quiet when some new, passing neighbor kicks up dust?"