Eleventh Gift | [accidental video]

[agodintheopen]

[ Guess what Lestat's doing? Yep! He hasn't left once this week, instead holing himself up in Buffy's apartment, at the small table in the living room. Behind him in a large pile of crumpled up papers, and in front of him is a tall stack of papers that he appears to be writing. Every so often, he'll frown, make a frustrated sound, and then crumple

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[timeforavacay]

[Looks like someone is focusing on something that could be important. Time to distract them.]

What're ya workin on there?

[agodintheopen]

My next song.

[timeforavacay]

So you're a musician huh? What kind of music do you write?

[agodintheopen]

Mortals describe it as a "mixture of different genres of rock." It has earned me legions of adoring fans.

[timeforavacay]

Way to fan you're ego, huh?

[He leans forward, his smile a bit mischievous.]

So you're a dead man walkin then?

[agodintheopen]

In a manner of speaking, yes.

[timeforavacay]

What manner of speaking is that?

[agodintheopen]

I am a vampire.

[timeforavacay]

Oooh spooky. Never met a real one before. This place has all kinds. So tell me Mr.Vampire, anything in particular you dislike about being immortal?

[agodintheopen]

Just that it can be rather lonely at times. But being immortal is only fitting for someone like me.

[timeforavacay]

Someone like you?