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Paris 1881 "Rudolph, news you must finish the landscape of the Stations of the Cross before the end of the week, or Matilda does not buy it.
-Rene, I have enough to paint Chris as his cross on his cross and then ... ... I want to change to something more fun.
And what then?
-I have my idea in mind. I want to open a bar, where artists will make their art. A bar-style Louis XIII, while gold and red. A bar in which one drinks the hypocras in cups of gold ... "
Rodolphe had taken his friend's shoulders, he looked to the sky, painting from his hand, an imaginary setting. His eyes shone with a new fire. His decision was taken, it would open the bar!
~ Montmartre, in October 1881 at 8 ~
Boulevard Rochechouart, in a small two-room, stood by Rodolphe Salis contractor, among a few friends who came to help him re-enter this stuff in a sorry state . The floor was
planed, décrassées windows, woodwork re-waxed to restore donning ... All this shack a semblance of style.
boss this future cabaret carefully watched his little personal nest. He already imagined place where the various objects he had unearthed from here and there and jealously guarded in the second part already cleared and repaired.
Every evening he spent hours polishing and ogle his findings. He fondled, pampers them as if they were going to make this site a mecca of bohemian life in Paris.
Su emerged slowly from its slumber of death. She opened one eye and seen that she was alone in the apartment. His paintings in wild colors, watching him with kindness, while at his side, Xu had left no trace of his vampiric night.
The night was then dropped from nearly an hour, she felt tired ... She had just made its eighty one year and not a wrinkle adorn her beautiful Asian face. She still had his physical thirties. Her skin opal contrasted with ivory satin sheets that covered her naked body. Her long black hair scattered on the sheets, decorating his face with a dark halo.
eyes open, she turned, her arms around the pillow and thought that it was okay to eat today.
* A girl? A young virgin? An old fellow alcoholic? A mediocre artist and lonely? What a choice ... That's what living in Montmartre ... *
While reflecting on the menu, she felt the smell of fear into the room, accompanied by the presence of its benefactor Sir.
"Su, my dear, good breakfast is served! C'mon regale you my cat. It is fresh and has never served. "
Xu held by the arm an unhappy frightened youngster. Her cheeks were streaming with tears, she hiccuping asking mercy and compassion.
The Chinese turned in bed, smiling at his love that brought him a dish of emergency.
"Ooohhh, breakfast in bed! This is the good life! "
Cainite The weariness disappeared, giving way to excitement.
She grabbed the other arm of the unfortunate pulling violently at her. She pressed against his chest barely concealed by the fabric valuable, inhaling its delicate scent of fear and innocence, stroking her hair. She murmured in a voice of honey a lullaby her mother sang old. Then, slowly, she withdrew her neck, and at the end of the song, she planted her fangs into the neck of the tender girl.
"Good kitty, gonna drink, you regalia. Today, you'll spend most of the night under your animal form. You have to tame this power, I will follow you from afar, while delighting me two or three humans. I have not eaten enough. "
Xu had approached his protegee and he watched a eye protector. As for the Chinese, she soothed her thirst for the jugular of the unhappy man whose muscles are relaxed gradually, as life left his body.
"Rudolph, the work is almost completed! Within a me you'll be able to open your inn! Do you realize?
Yes ... "
Salis was quite excited at the idea, and for once words failed him.
"But is what you've got a name?
"Not yet, I'm undecided ... I hesitate between the two. But do not worry not Rene, my school will have a name worthy of him! "
The friends of the former manufacturer of devotional objects were gone for a while, leaving the room almost completed and shiny wax and paint.
As usual, Rudolph walked into the cavern of Ali Baba. He opened the door and hung his oil lamp on a nail.
He advanced more in the little room where something passed between her legs. He turned around, turned on itself wondered what it was.
Then, a few knickknacks fell into a crash. Salis rushed to his treasures, swearing, blaspheming when black cat out from under a red sofa.
It was going out to blow up the backside when his eyes met those of the feline. His heart was marshmallow, and a wave of tenderness filled his body and mind. His passions left him angry and a little honeyed voice, he leaned in to catch his chubby hands the ball of hair that began to purr.
cheerfully frisked a black cat in the dark streets of Montmartre. Behind him walked with a lighter fluid and a Chinese man of about thirty years, Finally, appearance.
That did half a century that Su had become a daughter of Cain, and she had not tamed its power of transformation. She came to better control the past year, but he must train regularly under the watchful eye of his sire.
It was hard not to get carried away by his animal instincts, like tonight.
While she trotted briskly along the sidewalk of the Boulevard Rochechouart, a large rat came under his nose Cat, enticing all your senses. Unable to resist such a fun attraction, Su began to pursue him. It while the accursed vermin crept into a building number eight of the said boulevard.
Blackout everything else, the Chinese cat rushed to the continuation of the rodent, penetrating turn in the building. She could easily jump on him and tear him to pieces, but she wanted to prolong the pleasure and a little exercise did him good. Thus
chase him into a two-room that smelled of paint and wax. Through the first room with great strides, the cat of the night slipped between two short legs, entering a second room where there was a jumble of a worthy flea market.
After falling a few trinkets, cat vampire manages to catch the big rat and broke his neck with a simple swipe.
* * Oops
But the man with short legs swore under his breath trying the author of the sacrilege. What was that creature who had dared to penetrate his sanctuary and break a vase in the style of Louis XIII that he had taken months to find?
"I want you dirty ... Oh, the pretty black cat ... come over my pussy. "
RRRrrrOOOooooNNNnnnnRRrrrOOOooooNNNnnnn
Su used his hypnotic power related to his vampiric nature to charm the big beard. Add that to the healing power of purring cat and you get a guy in marshmallow.
Montmartre ~ November 1881 ~
"Well you have pasted posters in all the mound.
Yes Rudolph! Cease a little angst around like that! The Black Cat will open its doors this evening without any problem and Montmartre will be there!
-Hum ... I hope ... I hope ...
-Say, you've seen the famous black cat?
No, not since a week ...
-Rooh he is caught or will be eaten a rat poison there.
-His death will not make that more famous! "
" Xu, love, am I pretty? This evening opened up the Black Cat and I want to be shining! I'm still a star!
Yes my cat, you're beautiful. Célestine with nimble fingers! "The servant
thanked them before disappearing quietly into the maid's room she occupied over the apartment / studio of Chinese.
In exchange for their protection, she cleaned, painted Su and make-up, served as his model sometimes. It was a poor boy mute, at least, she never spoke or very rarely, but only speak in monosyllables. She knew their nature and yet it remained their faithful. It must be said, he had gathered very young when she played the violin in the streets of Paris, she would have only ten years. They never do brusquèrent nor tasted his blood, on the contrary, they protected it, the housed and fed her. Why? Simply because she had a gift of art. She charmed the Cainite with her violin she tingled to perfection.
Su and Xu arrived at the door of the Black Cat and were greeted by a colorful Swiss Guards. He opened the door, letting out a hubbub immeasurable. The main room of the inn was full and the bottom man déblatérait a text that was writhing with laughter the audience soaked in alcohol.
Rodolphe Salis, dressed in a black tailcoat and a top hat, turned on the Asian couple, a grin splitting his black beard.
"When I said that we would come from afar to celebrate the opening my school! Look at the Emperor and Empress of China are coming in person celebrate with us! Make their space! "
Su laughed and walked to the table that offered them the keeper. They brought two iron drums with wine. The Chinese drank a sip and grimaced. It was far from hypocras in the golden ... The wine is already poor, had a terrible taste of iron. But fortunately, the son of years, the container and content evolved to make way for the absinthe, and hypocras delicious served in glasses.
Montmartre June 10, 1885 ~ ~
That was four years since the Black Cat had opened its doors to eight Boulevard Rochechouart, four years since his sire and Su went every evening to listen to phonies claim their text, which used to laugh and other artists of cabaret.
But today, Rodolphe Salis waited his whole world, to range from the Black Cat. Two pieces of seedy cabaret would move to a larger facility, the twelve Rue de Laval, and this change would be done with great ceremony. Any Montmartre was held to accompany their King in his new home. Those
-accompanying not the band, and heard them from afar. Fanfare, noise saucepan, drunken singing and watering already the new facility, the caravan of the Black Cat could not pass unnoticed.
The two beings of darkness took advantage of the gathering to feast on a few drunk people. But they could not stay long because the sun rises early in June ... Still, the party ended at dawn, leaving behind many dead and glass body asleep drunk in the street.
Montmartre ~ 1895 ~
Already ten years since the Black cat had moved from eight Boulevard Rochechouart to go to the Rue de Laval and twelve to sixty eight Boulevard de Clichy. Fourteen years since the Chinese couple went there almost every night.
That night, Su was wearing a dress of French cancan dancer in black and red, Celestine had made a sophisticated hairstyle that left back a few bits here and there. Xu He wore a black suit and red shirt. A top hat and a cane accreditation completed her outfit.
On the path that led to sixty eight Boulevard de Clichy, the two dined Cainites. Some girls joy to Xu, a young madcap already soaked wormwood for Su. Murder and death for excess absinthe were common in some disreputable district of Paris and the mound, so the beings of darkness could quench their thirst without having to worry how.
is sated that our two lovebirds arrived in the king's cabaret in Montmartre.
The Swiss Guard all wearing gold, welcomed them with a big smile. He gave them a large bow while opening the door. Scarcely had they entered the room that Rodolphe Salis turned and, opening wide his arms he said:
" The Emperor and Empress Xu Su! Welcome noble clients from the east! That gives them the absinthe! "
Su smiled and went to kiss the cheek of gay bearded fellow. As every night, the two vampires sat at their usual table near the piano. Alphonse Allais proclaimed while his few lines:
"When you see a cat's paw lightly
Wash his nose rose, smoothing his hair so fine,
Fraternally embraces this feline.
Moral: If
cleans, then your brother. "
The night was well advanced when Xu began to watch the meeting with more attention. His eyes were crinkled leaves room for two slots. Then he communicated by thought his princess.
* We are not only one of us is there. I feel it but do not know ... there are too many people, but it's there, it is older than you, do you perceive? *
Su turned looking into the room. She had trouble feeling his fellows when there were so many people. But she trusted her sire. If he said that another Cainite was present was that there was one. But is she too, she had felt? If so would it be friend or foe?
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