Reckoning

It was 1797.
Shade was 236 years old.
He wasn't having a good time.

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Shade
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Shade appears in most of my vampire fiction. He was born in 1561 and turned, at the age of 30, in 1591. He's very much not a stereotypical vampire. He's utterly beautiful, and utterly unaware of it.

He's the sort of guy that everyone wants to hang out with. Unlike many of his kind, he doesn't take himself too seriously. He's sociable, fun, and funny. His sense of humour targets himself far more often than it does anyone else and keeps those around him laughing.

Shade knows when to talk and when to listen. He's got a way about him that inspires trust; even the most taciturn of people find themselves opening up and talking to him. But behind the easy laughter there's a serious side to him, a depth that few see, and a lot of pain that he doesn't share.

Which means that, unless you get very close to him, you'll never get to hear about events like this one. He's had an interesting and colourful life, but then, he's an interesting and colourful guy, and lucky for you, I'm not quite as jealously protective of his privacy as he is.

Read on...