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2002-03-15 9:14 a.m.

"Man. Lasombra playing bridge. That's gonna rock."

"We could play bridge right now."

"It's not the same."

"What??"

"It's the roleplaying. I want to be a Lasombra playing bridge."

"So....we'll play bridge, and you can be the Lasombra."

"But, but..."

"I'm totally failing to see the difference here. Would it help if I said I was a Lasombra too?"

***

Well, I did it. I made a character yesterday. That's right. I ignored the horrible green monstrosity in my bedroom (and the couch too) and spent most of the day trying to make a character for this LARP foolishness.

I've got a Toreador. She does not have a name. But she has a background, kinda, and a bunch of words. Oh, so many words. Some of them are attributes, which are really the same thing as traits, sort of, and some of them are disciplines and I'm still not entirely sure what a blood trait is, but I've probably got one somewhere.

It was a very frustrating experience. But I did it. I only had to ask D. for help a few times.

***

I'm thinking that the best way for me personally to get all this straight in my mind is to write about it here. Take that as a warning....This may not be very interesting reading today. Any jokes I make from here on out are the kind only I understand.

Fish! Bwahahahaha! (See what I mean?)

***

I'm an artist. Mostly watercolors, but I've been known to dabble in other stuff too. About 5 years ago, I had a small show at a gallery downtown. That was where I first met Edwina.

I knew from the start that we didn't really have anything to talk about. She was loud, annoying, and just too fashionable to be real. Everything she wore had a designer label. I didn't like her. But she liked me. And she loved my work. She started coming over every night. First, she brought bottles of wine, maybe some dinner. (I never did eat enough. I've got more important things to think about.) Then, she started paying my bills for me. "Don't worry about it, darling. I don't want you to think about anything but your Work. I'm going to make you famous, sweetie."

I was a little worried that she was in love with me. Then I realized it wasn't me at all. It was my art she was in love with. She barely acknowledged my existence. Maybe if we'd ever talked at all, she would have seen I really wasn't like her.

But Eddie never thinks. She sees something beautiful, and falls in love. For at least an hour, it's her entire world. And I'll admit, it was pretty flattering. A rich patron who insists that I do nothing but create? It's every artist's dream.

So, I painted. And Eddie kept coming. I still didn't like her, but she was providing me with such an amazing opportunity. It was easy enough to tune her out. As long as I have paper and paintbrush, the rest of the world really doesn't matter.

Eddie got me more shows, and invitations to all the big social events. (I hated those. So many shallow people. So many black turtlenecks. "Is it Art if you talk about it enough?" All I really wanted to do was paint. But Eddie had always been so good to me. The least I could do was try to get along with her friends.)

I shouldn't have taken Eddie for granted. I should have tried a little harder to listen to her inane babble. Specifically, I should have listened to the part where she said, "You're so talented, sweetie. I don't want to ever lose you. I'm going to let you paint for me forever..."

That was five years ago. At first I couldn't believe it. A vampire? But since I've had some time to adjust to the idea, it's not so bad. My life has really changed very little. I used to avoid talking to the neighbors. Now, it's other vampires I avoid. The only thing I really miss is painting in natural light.

Eddie tells me I'm a fool for not using all the gifts at my disposal. Vampires like us are works of art. If I dressed a little nicer, maybe at least made an effort to be social, I'd be able to get people to do whatever I wanted. Frankly, I'm not interested. I'd rather be right where I am. But, since she's still paying the bills, I do go out with her sometimes. It's usually the biggest parties in town, and I still hate every minute of it. Maybe I need to find some friends of my own. A bridge club would be fun...

I will admit, Eddie actually did me a favor. My art is better than ever. My senses are heightened, and if I concentrate I can even see auras. It's had a tremendous effect on my work.



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