knew what to make of Him as His expression and presence seemed
to be unreadable most of the time. Some thought the Prince too
polite; others just didn't trust Him. His closer friends and
acquaintances knew He wasn't into fighting--the only weapons He
carried were his skills in tact, diplomacy and a way with
words that could bring someone down as quickly as the bite of
a poisonous snake. His eyes reflected intelligence, and His
manners were to the point of being impeccable. All His
wardrobe, which mainly consisted of leather pants and jackets,
shirts of silk or satin, and boots and shoes of the finest
leather, were all custom-tailored. The Prince's straight, long
raven hair came to just below His shoulders and His eyes were
the colour of the blackest pitch. He wasn't an extremely large
man, but tall--standing 6' 2"--and had a well-toned body
that was not overly muscular. He also wore several chains and
pendants around his neck, which had been handed down through
generations of Family. When He spoke, His voice was deep and
resonant, slightly hinted with an Eastern European accent.....Tonite, the
Prince sat alone at his desk..the room dimly
lit only by the flickering of the fireplace. Yes,
it was Spring, but the night still brought a chill to the
It was then
that Corvus entered the room--totally hidden in the Shadows.
Dressed entirely in a black, long-sleeved silk shirt,
form-fitting leather trousers and black steel-tipped boots--he
blends in well with the Darkness. On cooler evenings he sports
a long jet-black trenchcoat. His coal black orbs scan the
room, and if one's senses were keen enough, they could see the
haunting and mesmerizing glow to his eyes. Taking his usual
precautions, he scans the area with keen eyesight, waiting for
the appropriate moment to reveal his presence.
Sitting back in the chair,
the stoic vampire saw a movement in the
shadows....he already knew it was Corvus. "You
can come out, Corvus. Although, I have to admit you're
getting much better at being undetected--at least by my
The somewhat timid
"familiar" and longtime friend made his way
over to his Mentor, bowing his head respectfully before
been trying, M'Lord. I apologize for interrupting, but a
missive arrived for you that I think you need to see straight
The Prince then sat back in the
chair, a somewhat amused look on his face--with a wave of his
hand, a goblet appeared in his hand--filled with a warm,
thick, sanguine liquid--waiting for Corvus to read the
Corvus silently nodded and
began to read, his voice slightly hinted with an English
accent.....Well, M'Lord....it says that someone by the name of Dr. John
Necessitor is arriving at Gothic Chamber Haven any time
The Prince looked up at Corvus,
black eyes flickered..as he thought back to when he'd first
He appeared at
the entrance of the Park, where the Cirque de Chmemineau was,
and stood there for a moment-- piercing, coal black orbs
scanning the area. The Prince made his way towards
the lights in the parking lot, continuing through it until he
reached the trailers. Seeing no one there, he glanced around
and saw the lights from the Tent and walked towards it. As he
entered he took notice of all of the empty booths,
walking until he came to the entrance of what appeared to be a
theatre of sorts. He heard some voices coming from within it
and entered it, seeing only one man on the stage.
As always, His
inner-most and deepest thoughts were blocked from all,
something He had learned was a necessary thing to do since His
arrival to these parts. His surface thoughts might be readable
by others, but they were only illusions he placed there to
placate anyone's curiosity. Noticing a man on the stage,
the Prince leaned against the wall and watched with an
amused look on his face. The man was juggling 6 daggers
with an expertise he'd never before seen. When the man
finished, The Prince applauded and spoke.... "Most
impressive, my friend...."
The man on the
stage who appeared to be in his early thirties looked up.
Dark eyes looked back at the Prince. The man's hair was
shortly cropped and his dress was impeccable. "Thank
you, Sir....and you are?"
He made his way down the aisle and walked towards the stage,
feeling no threat whatsoever. He bowed in one graceful
movement, dark, raven hair flowing with the sweep of his head,
then falling back into place as he stood straight.
Sir, am Vampire Prince. You're quite good
with those daggers.....but it seems your talents are being
The man smirked, then grinned, almost evilly--a glimmer of "madness" reflected in
his eyes. "John....Dr. John
The two struck up a unique friendship and The Prince visited
John often. He had a soft heart and especially enjoyed the
company of Malkavians. It was a while later when the Prince offered
to take John back to his Haven to work for him. But,
John, wanted to remain with the traveling Cirque. The
Prince had to return to his home and watch over his
Fledglings. He looked at John, a sadness reflected in his eyes. "You know I must
return to my home. But should you ever tire of this
place and find yourself wanting a home, you are always
welcome, my friend."
He returned to the "present" hearing
Corvus' voice. "Did
you hear me, M'Lord? Who is this Dr. Necessitor?"
looked up at Corvus and smiled. "A
long time friend, Corvus. An old friend of mine who has
decided take me up on an offer I made many years
ago." I need for you to take a missive to the Staff
and the Fledglings".
to his Mentor and then went to deliver the Missive to the
Staff and Fledglings.....
in the Realm......
Let it be
known that the Vampire Prince has a new associate. The
Prince is proud to have dubbed his long time friend, Dr. John
Necessitor, Primogen of the Chamber.
Necessitor makes his appearance:
I apologize for my late
arrival.......I had a rather bloody.......ah.......busy
night, but now I am well rested.
Please let me introduce myself.
My name is Dr. John
Necessitor. I was thirty-two years of age when I was drawn
into the world of the immortals. Actually, this Vampire life
is truly more suited to me. I was not a well liked
human........actually I was well feared, but that is
another story......another life.
Now, here, I stay - with
the Prince's generosity and patience......to share with you
my talents and my tastes.
May I visit you in your