It was a full moon October 31, 1974. Desiree DeLaVieux was walking through the French Quarter of New Orleans.
She was born Desiree Marie Genvieve Monique DeLaVieux, on September 30, 1953, to Claude and Nadine DeLaVieux, and a native of New Orleans. She stands 5'10, athletically built, red hair, fair, milky-white skin like warm alabaster, deep green eyes the color of leaves in spring, and feminine.
Desiree loved going to all the hot nightclubs that were scattered throughout the city, staying until she got tired. She adored walking home from a nearby club, stopping at a cafe for coffee and beignets, as she watched the sun come up. Then, she would go home and collapse into bed.
Her older sisters were all married and settled down. What they couldn't figure out was why she wasn't married with children of her own? She preferred being with her friends-not ready to settle down yet. She was only 21 and had no desire to become a trophy wife to any of the young men that moved withing the same social circle as her parents-old money and boring.
But all of that changed Halloween night 1974......
Desiree had attended a ball that night and decided to walk back to her studio apartment in the French Quarter. She was walking along slowly and saw a tall man. He had deep, dark, crystalline blue eyes, dark hair, alone with an equally dark smile. She felt drawn to him. They exchanged pleasantries, then started to walk. She told him everything about herself. He smiled and laughed with this sweet innocent. He could smell her blood and how sweet it would taste upon his tongue. Everything about her aroused the forgotten tenderness in him....
They became close, like brother and sister would be. Spending nights out, showing him the club scene, talking, laughing, and sharing red wine.
A year passed, and during the course of it, she had taken her inheritance from her parents and sunk it into a club. Darrian helped get all of the paperwork taken care of and moved through. She didn't know how he did it, but he did......
One night after a busy night at the club, they sat on her couch sipping glasses of Merlot and talked about how good business had been that night. Desiree started drifting in and out of sleep. Darrian had been watching how quickly she had picked up on managing her business and taking control over her personal life during the past year, and found her to be desirious of the dark gift that he had kept secret from her..............
He slowly picked her up from the sofa and walked to her room, lying her gently upon the brass 4-poster that dominated the room. He laid down beside her, knowing that this was the night. He knew she was only dozing and could get a clear conversation from her. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear:
"Desiree?"
Her eyes closed, listening to Darrian's voice, she answered him, her voice husky with impending sleep:
"Yes, Darrian?"
"It is time for me to move on. There is nothing to keep me here. I have a gift for you. It is painful, at first. Do you accept? But, before you answer, know this, it will give you freedom from your family. What say you to this?"
She lay there, thinking. Darrian's words filtering through her brain, she whispered a single word:
"Yes."
He nods upon hearing her whispered reply. Placing soft kisses from her ear down to her neck, he slowly turns her head. With her neck bared, and soft scent filling his head, he throws his head back, his pearl-white fangs glinted wickedly in the low light that streamed in from her living room. Quickly, his fangs sink into her throat. The first mouthful of her blood hits the back of his throat, and as he lets it roll over his tongue he knew he was right-her blood was as sweet as he thought it would be.
He hears her heart slow and flutter, kowing it is time....Taking his wrist, he opens a vein, letting his vitae drip into her slightly parted lips. he leans in and whispers:
"Drink, my chylde."
Upon faintly hearing his words, she does.
Just as she takes the last mouthful, a pounding on her door disturbs them. He looks up, growls, and then hurridly departs. She is dazed, yet goes to the door. Finding no one there, she closes the door. After making sure the blinds are drawn, she collapses upon her bed. Her body starts to shudder, feeling cold. She trembles and cries until she sleeps.
After awakening the next night, she walked the streets looking, but he is no where to be found. She continued to look for him each night for a month. Nothing.
Then, just after the New Year 1976, she gets a letter from him postmarked England. She opened it and read:
"Dearest Chylde- I am sorry for my hasty departure. Please stop looking for me. Reach out with your mind and I will hear you. Take care of yourself and go on with your life as normal. Remember, don't go out during the day. I would feel your loss keenly, daughter mine.
Yours in Darkness- Your Sire- Darrian LaCroix"
After reading his letter, she growled, hissed and cussed him as she ripped his letter to shreds.
"THAT BASTARD!! HE DOES THIS TO ME, THEN LEAVES WITHOUT TEACHING ME?!?!?"
Then, she heard his voice, laced with a chuckle:
"Daughter, you have a temper to match that beautiful, flaming hair of yours."
In spite of herself, she laughed. She knew she would be fine, for her Sire would be with her no matter where she went or what she did. She decided to place her club in capable hands, then travels and socialize for the next 24 years....until their paths just happen to cross..........
Their paths did cross many times. Unfortunately, things did not work out for the better. She was disowned by him, and now walks alone. She doesn't wear his name....erasing from her life completely everything about him.
She has her business of crafting gems and gold, along with her club in New Orleans, her adoptive family and a quiet retreat in The Dark Glen. She has no need or want for anything more........content to be alone.
(Disclaimer: The true one that sired Desiree has been changed to protect the party that was her Sire.)
