Vampire Assassin by Samantha Warren

Author:Samantha Warren
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-10-18T13:00:00+00:00

THREE

When we got back from filming that night—well, morning I guess—Steven stuck to his promise. He made both of us breakfast—he still ate with me all the time, even though he didn't have to keep up the pretense. I think he just enjoyed food. Then we sat down at the table and he began his story, pausing to take the occasional bite of food or sip of coffee.

“Let’s see. Where to begin… I guess I will start with my family. I grew up in Paris in the seventeenth century. For generations, my family had been members of the royal court. We were very successful and the children were taught to handle money wisely from a very young age, so no sudden heir would squander the family fortune on gambling and whores. As a result, we were one of the wealthiest families of the period. We didn't flaunt our wealth, however. We were kind and generous to our servants, followers, and friends, but not to the point of excessiveness. Everyone knew we were well off, but no one outside the family knew exactly how well off we were. Actually, the house I grew up in is now a museum. It is in La Marais. If you want, I can take you there sometime. It is really quite extraordinary. When they redid my bedroom after turning it into a museum centuries after I left, they managed to make it nearly perfect. I’d love to show you.”

“Absolutely! I have never been to Paris. And I would love to see where you grew up. You could tell me stories not even the oldest tour guide would know!”

“Indeed, I could. Once we're done filming, I will take you. Now, where was I? Oh, yes. So my family was wealthy, powerful, and very well loved by everyone.” Steven grinned as I rolled my eyes. “Royalty and peasants alike respected and adored nearly every member of my family. There were a couple bad seeds, but we tended to ostracize them or handle their disloyalty in other ways. I enjoyed every moment of my life. As a boy, I had full run of the house and surrounding lawns and forests. I raced with friends, hunted with my father, learned to read and write from my mother, and I even learned to sew from my sister. It was a huge secret. Boys were not supposed to learn to sew. That much still hasn’t changed, surprisingly. Very few boys can get away with being a seamstress nowadays, unless your name is Tommy Hilfiger, of course.

“Anyway, as I grew older, my father started taking me to the palace on court business. It was fascinating stuff. You always hear about the intrigue and plots and whatnot, but it was so much more. Everything was so complex and thought was put in the minutest detail, right down to the shape of the wood screws in the king’s table. Meaning was read into the slightest movement and you had to be careful not to yawn at the wrong moment or you would lose your head faster than you could flinch.

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