Missing, presumed missing.
I'm not sleeping. I'm not dead. I'm not an ice-clad captive, nor hiding from the infamy of my latest sins. No-one you know is dead, nothing has been burned to the ground and everything is more or less where I left it.
I've been enjoying that rarest of things: a little bit of time alone. Sometimes, it’s simply the best possible thing to do. I don’t really feel like myself, but since I’m alone, no-one else is feeling me either.
Louis has no idea where I am, nor Armand or Nicki or The Talamasca - especially The Talamasca - or either of my mortal agents, or anyone else for that matter. I'm not in London, nor Paris, nor the cliff-top mansion in which Armand offers sanctuary or in my old island paradise. As far as they know, I'm anywhere or nowhere.
As for the demon, yes, we have been busy with it. Armand and I chased it across several hundred miles for several weeks. It consecutively inhabited the bodies of several mortals, mostly female, some young, some old. All are now dead.
I don’t know how that story will end because I think I’m still several chapters in, but for now all is quiet on that front.
I've been enjoying that rarest of things: a little bit of time alone. Sometimes, it’s simply the best possible thing to do. I don’t really feel like myself, but since I’m alone, no-one else is feeling me either.
Louis has no idea where I am, nor Armand or Nicki or The Talamasca - especially The Talamasca - or either of my mortal agents, or anyone else for that matter. I'm not in London, nor Paris, nor the cliff-top mansion in which Armand offers sanctuary or in my old island paradise. As far as they know, I'm anywhere or nowhere.
As for the demon, yes, we have been busy with it. Armand and I chased it across several hundred miles for several weeks. It consecutively inhabited the bodies of several mortals, mostly female, some young, some old. All are now dead.
I don’t know how that story will end because I think I’m still several chapters in, but for now all is quiet on that front.