Pierce Opal Silkyoak goes to a swanky vampire party :P
[AN: Smartarse]
She wore black, of course. Black with lots and lots of jet beads that made it shimmered in any available light. A well-selected scattering of diamonds and gold ensured that there would always, always be light.
The rest of the vamps attending the soiree showed various levels of quiet respect. Those who were her enemies backed off. Those who were her allies paid close attention to her every move. The least twitch, sneer or glare meant that someone was out of favour, and therefore out of luck.
Regular vampires were tough enough. It took real fangs and cunning to survive as a vampire in Australia.
Pierce Opal Silkyoak had arrived.
She descended the stairs with grace and poise becoming her station. Selecting a small canapé to nibble on.
It’s true that vampires need to drink the blood of the living to survive. However, that doesn’t mean they only drink the blood of the living. The thing about garlic is true, but not for the reason one might think. A careful observer might notice that there was also no asparagus served at a vampire gathering.
The live music played like automatons. This was due to them being Influenced so that they would not remember anything they saw and heard at the gathering. Fortunately, the co-ordinators had at least picked an act where looking like automatons was part of their routine.
Steam Powered Giraffe. What a name.
“Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Fifty bucks to play something written this century.”
Pierce sighed.
There was always one.
The werewolves had Moon Moon.
She had Meikle Peridot Pine. And since he was her direct descendant in more ways than one, she was under legal obligation to protect him.
“Peridot. Try not to bribe the band. They don’t know you’re there.” She crammed a canapé into his otherwise perpetually flapping mouth. “A blessing I sometimes wish I could bestow upon myself.”
“Howcome I’m–”
“Chew and swallow. It’s been one hundred and twenty years. You think you’d learn basic table manners in that time.”
Chomp chomp chomp gulp. “So howcome I’m Peridot alla the time an’ you’re sometimes Pierce and sometimes Opal and sometimes Dame Silkyoak?”
“Peridot is the only name you possess that carries any inherent respect. Respect is important. I keep telling you this.” Pierce sighed. “And you keep forgetting.”
“…vampirenamesarestoopid…”
“There are no stupid names, dear. Only stupid vampires.”
“Can’t I at least snack on the drummer?”
“He is under my protection. Just like you are. We have plenty of thralls in the bedchambers.”
“Aaaawwww… Thraaaaaaalllls…”
“It’s that or the people-food.”
“How about a roadie?”
“Do not make me use your full name in front of so many.”
“Shuttingup.”
“Good boy.”
Time for some of the real business.
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