| Beloved of God |
| Cassandra the Elder looked radiant as she embarqued upon the stage, the light hitting her pale, translucent skin as if it were porcelein. She had recently fed, from what her master, Ash the Music Lover could ascertain by watching her from afar. Today was the beautiful Cassandra's 1000th birthday, and she had promised the most sublime concert of her immortal life. So far she had not dissappointed Ash in a thing. Everyone who was anyone was there. Ash noticed with some delight. Lestat and Louis were seated in the back with young David. The beautiful Miriam had just arrived. She was wearing a stunning sky blue gown and her long brown hair was pinned up away from her delicate face. He glanced behind him and saw that Armand, who was in charge of Paris, was standing behind him. "Stunning, isn't she?" He said to Ash as the younger vampire caught sight of him. "I hate it when you do that." Ash said with some irritation. "Do what?" Armand asked quite innocently, although he knew full well what Ash meant. "Sneak up on me like that!" Ash said. "As long as you haven't broken the law you have nothing to worry about Ash." Armand said as he walked away. He moved unnoticed to where Miriam stood. He knew that she was aware of his presense there, one could not sneak up on a vampire that old. But Miriam seemed to all but ignore him. |