tales of the daywalkers (week 19)

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The Daywalker ChroniclesAfter all this time wondering, the truth was finally out. Elton John had the amulet. Correction…Sir Elton John.  Of course, in hindsight it was quite obvious. I remembered well how he reacted to seeing the jewel that first time.

It was Paris, 1973.

Sebastian and I were at the pinnacle of our relationship, just months before the epic downfall.  The money, the parties, the rock stars…we were deeply embedded in the decadent lifestyle. We weren’t the typical rock groupies. For all they knew, Sebastian was one of them. He blended in…in as much as he stood out as much if not more than they did. Sebastian easily attracted as much attention as David Bowie, Mick Jagger, or Elton John.

It was early in the summer of 1973 when Sebastian procured an invitation to the Château d’Hérouville, an 18th century château in Northern France.  Elton John was recording an album, and only the elite were invited.

Of course we had to go.

Sebastian always worked the room, keeping me in his sights the entire time as he hunted. The idea of feeding off the rich and famous drove him into a state of arousal far greater than any amount of sexual energy could ever compete with.  Even then, as hunger raged within him and his senses were on alert, his insane jealousy put everyone in danger. I always took care not to encourage more than the slightest attention.  But sometimes it wasn’t me drawing attention. It was my jewelry. Specifically the amulet. Sebastian insisted I wore the hideous thing almost everywhere.

“What an intriguing piece of jewelry.”

I turned to see my own reflection in a pair of dark glasses. The rather ordinary looking man wearing them was Elton John. I recognized him from his pictures.

“Thank you.” I bowed my head lightly and smiled, careful to keep my teeth behind my lips. My own hunger threatened to expose my fangs.

“May I?” He held out a hand and I looked over my shoulder.

My eyes caught Sebastian’s and he winked, nodding toward a young woman in a white gown that barely covered her slender frame.  

I turned back to my reflection in the dark glasses and smiled again. “Of course.” I slipped the heavy necklace from around my neck and gingerly placed it in his palm. 

Elton carefully examined the black stone. “It’s really lovely…in a mysterious sort of way. Might I ask where you got it? It looks very old.”

“Yes. It’s an antique. A gift from my husband.”  

Elton followed my eyes to where Sebastian flirted openly with the woman in white.  He nodded solemnly before carefully returning the amulet to my neck. “He seems to be enjoying himself.”

“Yes…Sebastian enjoys these parties very much.”

Elton glanced in Sebastian’s direction one more time. “That’s Sebastian? I’m sorry to say, I’ve heard a great deal about him already.”

A faint smile trembled on my lips as I nodded. “I’m certain the rumors are all true.”

Elton leaned in to whisper in my ear. “I would hope not. You can’t image the crazy things I’ve heard.” A nervous laugh punctuated his sentence.

I’m afraid I can do far more than imagine. I wanted to warn him. I knew he was on Sebastian’s snack list. I also knew Sebastian was far more skilled than I at having a taste without killing his prey. That truth didn’t make me feel any better about the notion.

“Can I tell you a secret?” I asked.

A man balancing a tray with filled champagne flutes went past and Elton snatched a glass. “I love secrets. Your name for example. Are you keeping that a secret?”

I laughed. “No…my name is no secret. It’s Victoria.”

Elton reached out for my hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. “A pleasure Victoria. I’m Elton.”

“Yes…I guessed that.”

It was his turn to laugh. “So what is that secret you promised?”

“Oh…about my husband.” I leaned in to whisper. “He’s quite dangerous. You would be wise not to allow yourself to be alone with him.”

Elton shot another look over his shoulder at Sebastian as he retreated from the room, the woman in white tucked into the crook of his arm. “I will most definitely keep that in mind, Victoria. Thank you…” His voice trailed off and he downed the entire glass of champagne before turning back to me.

“You’re quite welcome.”

“Will you be here all week?” Elton motioned for the man with the champagne to come back. He placed his empty glass on the tray and replaced it with two flutes this time. He held one out for me.

I took the glass from him and brought it to my lips for a careful sip. “I believe I will.”

“Splendid.  Have breakfast with me. I want to hear more about your lovely necklace.”

I frowned dramatically. “I’m afraid I’m not much of a morning person. I try to keep out of the sun. Delicate skin, you see.”

“Hmmm.” Elton seemed to process the information for a long moment. “Once the sun goes down then?”

“Shall we call it a date?” I teased.

“As long as we don’t let your husband hear us say that.”  He laughed, but stared off at the darkened doorway as Sebastian came back through without the pretty young woman in white.  “We certainly wouldn’t want him getting the wrong idea, now would we?”

“No. We wouldn’t.”


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Posted on January 1, 2012 .