So, last monday Simone and I had our Lex pre-meeting, discussing...well....outfits, gossip and a bit of strategy. This weekend NPC dag, next weekend Lextalionis! And so now, a little glimps in the very secret diary of ALB.
July 2nd, 1999
Juuls and I had a massive argument on what to wear to the next Elysium. Yet another argument, yet another headache. No one tells you what it is like to be a Sire on forehand, the struggle it brings. She was much more docile when she was still my ghoul. Now however, she has reached fledgling puberty, this fast! I still can remember the night I created her, it was like a fairytale and she never looked as beautiful as she did that night.
In the beginning, all was well, it was like heaven! I taught her the basics; the feeding, the sleeping, all of it. We hunted together, we fed together, we slept together and unlife was good.
But suddenly she likes hanging out with her fledgling friends more than spending time with me. She hunts on her own now, telling me other fledglings think it’s stupid to go out hunting with mom. Can you believe it? She’s calling me mommy, just to pester me. That smirk on her face when she says it…argl!
Now she wants to stay up late, ‘till just before sunrise, just because I can not. She wants her own casket, telling me she needs more space. My God, what if she wants to move out? And that is not all there is. Now that she is kindred, she no longer wishes to be my PA. That’s fair enough, I’ve asked her to find me a suitable replacement just before the creation. She’s still working on that one. But now she’s holding back important (gossip) information for me, so she can throw it to me semi-innocently when we are watching As the World Turns (every episode now she’s telling me that Onderweg Naar Morgen is sooo much better, but I am watching ATW from the beginning, that counts for something, doesn’t it?) And then, when I ask her why she did not come with the info sooner she just reacts with an amazed: “Ow, you didn’t know yet??”
“…And now that our gift to the prince went down in flames….ow, you didn’t know yet??”
I say, she would be a damn good harpie, a damn frightening one as well. And now, telling her I would like to go in army-green to our next meeting, she likes to go in black and white. Showing my gorgeous golden dress for a special occasion, she decides to go in bright purple. What’s next? Will she ever get out of this mood, or have I by any chance, created a monster??