A Vampire Called Death

Lancelin the Pink Clad Abberation

Well...it looks like Lancelin is about to loose some memories to Death. Tbh I really just wanted to write my favs back story so here you all go, the story of how Lancelin was turned ;)

Château de Chantilly France 1671

"If this isn't the best three days of festivities, I am going to have a fit, I swear it." Lancelin put a hand to his head in an over dramatic pose, causing a small fit of laughter from his entourage around him. He turned to the short man beside him, casting him a little wink. "Milo, darling, if I eat too many of those little chocolate cake things you must stop me. Promise, love? I simply must fit into that glorious pink satin waistcoat I bought last week. If I can't, I'll simply die, DIE I SWEAR!"

He heard a scoff from behind him and slowly turned around to face the figure who stood there. The man's face was drawn into a scowl. It was a face Lancelin hadn't seen in almost four years and the site of it made his skin crawl.

"Lancelin, I didn't think I would see you here."

"Ooooooh, my darlings!" He spun around to his entourage before turning again to point at the figure before him. "It looks like we've been given the divine pleasure of seeing Eugène marquis du Bois before us here in the flesh! He's a philosopher now, you know? You've got to love a man with a brain...either that or one makes you want to cut your ears off, am I right boys? Hahaha!" 

Eugène looked him over, still frowning. The man was clearly not amused. "God, I was hoping you wouldn't show up. Then again, three days of disgustingly gaudy festivities should have made it obvious you would appear like some morbid, pink-clad aberration. You do understand the underlying importance of this event, don't you? This party is merely a distraction from the real basis of all of this. If all goes well, we'll have gotten the king to declare war on the Dutch by the time this is all over-"

"Uuuuugh," Lancelin groaned. "Eugène, darling, let us not speak of war!" He slung an arm around the young man to his left and another around Milo's shoulder. "Instead, let us focus on the FUN ahead. We did travel all the way to Château de Chantilly with his majesty for this. I expect a good show. Though, I didn't realize a costume ball was part of the agenda."

Eugène looked confused. "What are you talking about-"

"Oh my DEAR. I am so sorry! I apologize! I just assumed there was one. I mistook your clothes as a costume for well a...hah...filthy peasant. Please forgive me!"

This brought on a roar of laughter from his entourage.

Eugène glared at him, crossing his arms. "Funny, Lancelin. Always the charmer. Is that why your father left you to-"

"DARLING!" Lancelin loudly interrupted, suddenly turning to Milo. "Won't you join me for a stroll in the garden? We have so much to catch up on before the feast tonight. My cravat looks well to you, doesn't it? I was afraid there wasn't enough lace-"

"Oh believe me, there is more than enough lace," Eugène scoffed from the side.

"No one asked you!"

Eugène just scoffed again, this time a little softer.

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One could practically smell the debauchery upon entering the great hall where the banquet was being held. Lancelin couldn't have been more thrilled.

Tables were stacked to the brim with silver platters of steaming food, almost as gaudy as the men and women in their powdered wigs and puffed out clothes who lined them. Peacocks, fruit arrangements, puddings, and cakes adorned with flowers were all shoved together, forming towers of more food than it seemed humanly possible to eat.