Dr. Marcus Whitmore (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
drsexywhitmore) wrote2014-04-14 08:53 pm
drsexywhitmore) wrote2014-04-14 08:53 pm
Entry tags:
ToS} Letter to Christine
[to be found in the back of the medical journal Marcus has been using to keep track of things he's discovered in his time there. It is folded over, twice, and tucked into a hand-cut leather pocket on the cover. It's written in a very neat handwriting, neater than any of the pages of the journal, and the spelling of words betrays Marcus' age as being very old english better than the mun can type it]
Dearest Christine,
If you have found this letter, you heed to stop looking through my things when I am not around. It is a very dangerous habit, and one that will bring trouble to your doorstep.
Alas, you've already started to read this, so I shall continue with it's purpose. It is of no surprise to you that I have been attracted to you since the moment I set my eyes upon yours. There is a vibrancy inside of you that draws me to you as a moth does to a flame. I have never felt this type of draw before to another being, both as a human, and now as a vampire, until I arrived here, and fear when I do leave, I never will again.
If I was a less honorable man, I would not care for your feelings towards the hunter that you share your life with. Even if I was younger than I am now, I would not find it in my heart to let another man keep me from my heart desire. You had the luck to know me at a point of my life where I am no longer the rake of a child I once was, nor have I lost the spark of life that my grandmére fears I will lose as time goes on. These are the best years of my life, and I am honored to have had someone like you within them, even if I am not able to bestow upon you all the love inside of me that tries to burst through when we are together.
It is hard to love one you can never have, and I think for both of us, this is the best ending we would ever come to have. We would not be able to share a life together beyond this world, and like some of the young lovers in our acquaintances, I may have been tempted to follow you back home like a lovestruck puppy and abandon all the responsibility I hold in my own world.
I owe you a story, I believe. One that I wished to one day speak to you on, but found that my lack of family here would keep me from revealing much of it. I was born in a small town in Massachusetts just before the American Revolution. I served in the militia as a field medic until I contracted the fever and was left on a cot to meet my maker. It was there that the man I call father came to me, and spoke of this eternal life. I was a coward, afraid of death, and took the offer in sacrifice for my humanity.
The power that came from this made me drunk with power, and the New Orleans in the turn of the century became my playground. I am not proud of the things that I did there looking back, but I was a son from an old family and felt that I could have what I wanted. And I took it in spades not caring of the cost. You would barely recognize me in the man I was then, and when the punishment fell, I was sent to Paris to find myself and the control I now possess.
I have been many things since then, and have worn many names. I was born Marcus Whitmore, but my true name now is Marcus de Clermont. It's too poofy for my to use outside of circles, but that is the real me. I have been a loyal son, a soldier, a healer, a predator, a student, a failing architect, a stylish rake, the King of New Orleans, and now the Grand Master of the Knights of Lazarus. But when I look at you, none of that matters as I only feel like a man seeing the one thing in the world he wants to love and protect for his entire life... which with me is a long one.
There is fear to be had for the one who catches the eye of a vampire. We consume everything in our wake, and often do not realize how fast time flows in the world around us until it is gone and we are once again alone in the cold. I wish there had been a chance to see how bright of a star our passion could have been - the night under the waterfall was a brief glimpse into that I shamefully hold dearly to my heart - but I know that it is for the best in the end that we part this way.
Je t'aime de tout mon cœur et de l'âme, car c'est avec vous que je suis complet. Mon amour est un cercle qui n'a ni commencement ni fin, et quand je regarde dans le ciel la nuit, j'espère trouver un peu de lumière qui peut correspondre à la beauté de votre âme.
Jusqu'à notre prochaine rencontre, dans ce monde ou d'une autre, toujours vôtre, Marcus.
Dearest Christine,
If you have found this letter, you heed to stop looking through my things when I am not around. It is a very dangerous habit, and one that will bring trouble to your doorstep.
Alas, you've already started to read this, so I shall continue with it's purpose. It is of no surprise to you that I have been attracted to you since the moment I set my eyes upon yours. There is a vibrancy inside of you that draws me to you as a moth does to a flame. I have never felt this type of draw before to another being, both as a human, and now as a vampire, until I arrived here, and fear when I do leave, I never will again.
If I was a less honorable man, I would not care for your feelings towards the hunter that you share your life with. Even if I was younger than I am now, I would not find it in my heart to let another man keep me from my heart desire. You had the luck to know me at a point of my life where I am no longer the rake of a child I once was, nor have I lost the spark of life that my grandmére fears I will lose as time goes on. These are the best years of my life, and I am honored to have had someone like you within them, even if I am not able to bestow upon you all the love inside of me that tries to burst through when we are together.
It is hard to love one you can never have, and I think for both of us, this is the best ending we would ever come to have. We would not be able to share a life together beyond this world, and like some of the young lovers in our acquaintances, I may have been tempted to follow you back home like a lovestruck puppy and abandon all the responsibility I hold in my own world.
I owe you a story, I believe. One that I wished to one day speak to you on, but found that my lack of family here would keep me from revealing much of it. I was born in a small town in Massachusetts just before the American Revolution. I served in the militia as a field medic until I contracted the fever and was left on a cot to meet my maker. It was there that the man I call father came to me, and spoke of this eternal life. I was a coward, afraid of death, and took the offer in sacrifice for my humanity.
The power that came from this made me drunk with power, and the New Orleans in the turn of the century became my playground. I am not proud of the things that I did there looking back, but I was a son from an old family and felt that I could have what I wanted. And I took it in spades not caring of the cost. You would barely recognize me in the man I was then, and when the punishment fell, I was sent to Paris to find myself and the control I now possess.
I have been many things since then, and have worn many names. I was born Marcus Whitmore, but my true name now is Marcus de Clermont. It's too poofy for my to use outside of circles, but that is the real me. I have been a loyal son, a soldier, a healer, a predator, a student, a failing architect, a stylish rake, the King of New Orleans, and now the Grand Master of the Knights of Lazarus. But when I look at you, none of that matters as I only feel like a man seeing the one thing in the world he wants to love and protect for his entire life... which with me is a long one.
There is fear to be had for the one who catches the eye of a vampire. We consume everything in our wake, and often do not realize how fast time flows in the world around us until it is gone and we are once again alone in the cold. I wish there had been a chance to see how bright of a star our passion could have been - the night under the waterfall was a brief glimpse into that I shamefully hold dearly to my heart - but I know that it is for the best in the end that we part this way.
Je t'aime de tout mon cœur et de l'âme, car c'est avec vous que je suis complet. Mon amour est un cercle qui n'a ni commencement ni fin, et quand je regarde dans le ciel la nuit, j'espère trouver un peu de lumière qui peut correspondre à la beauté de votre âme.
Jusqu'à notre prochaine rencontre, dans ce monde ou d'une autre, toujours vôtre, Marcus.