Misjudged your limits, Pushed you too far.

Edward's life was pretty normal for a kid growing up mostly in the 70's. He spent his youth listening to his brother's records and falling in love with the rock world's fashions. Namely Jimmy Page's star pants. Long summer days spent under black lights listening to the screaming guitars while his brother and his friends got endlessly stoned around. By the age of 13 he had taken an interest in guitar but wasn't very good at it. In those days of trying to play like Hendrix he found another hobby, Art. His older sister Marion was dating a man named Brian who made black light posters. Eddy spent more time with Brian than Marion did. Brian showed him the wonderful world of oil pastels and velvet posters.

As Eddy got older and the seventies were coming to a close he feel in with a more rag tag gang of friends. Music had evolved into a darker moodier genre than the days of Zeppelin and Cream. He found himself listening to bands like Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Cure, and the Smiths. The new genre brought new styles and even if he still did love all the bright colors he would paint and color with he found himself dressing in black more and more like his friends. On Halloween 1981, he and his friends attended a Halloween party held at the local college. His fingers were stained in bright colored pigments, but he was dressed as the grim reaper. He spent most of the party leaning against a wall watching his friends talk to other people, but Eddy had never gotten over his shy nature and eventually decided to go home. He was stopped when he reached the porch by a tall handsome man who offered him a cigarette. While he smoked with the strange man he heard the song 'Boy's Don’t Cry' by the Cure kick on and was humming along with it.

Before the song was half over he was grabbed from behind pulled into the side yard into the shadows. He couldn't even scream. All he could hear was Robert Smith's vocals, his first thought was it was the jocks about to work him over again but instead he saw the face of the most beautiful blonde he had ever seen. And it was the last thing he saw as a human. She gave him the kiss at the party, and as he laid dying the first of her blood his change came fast a raw savage hunger overtook him. The man he had shared the cigarette with drug two boys over his best friends Kevin and David, in that moment of hunger who they were did not matter. He drank both nearly dry. The woman and man had to drag him away from the corpses, after he was forced to kiss the wounds closed.

The memories of that first night shaped the vampire that Eddy came to be. He couldn't bring himself to harm humans as easily as his breathern could, Amanda had many children. She didn't always have to have a blessing like most Camarilla did as she was close to the Prince of the area, and the Toreador Primogen. She made her children on a whim, and Eddy quickly became her problem child. Though they were all Toreador's his artistic nature grew stronger in death than it had in life. He could lose a while night to just sketching trees in the darkness or throwing pigment around rooms. Many nights he had to be drug back into their haven before the sun would rise. By the end of the 3rd year Amanda was at wits end with him. She dropped him on a friend, a nosferatu named Paul. He was another primogen, but one people had a very hard time looking at. Eddy didn't see the ugly face everyone else saw he was utterly smitten with Paul at first meeting. Not long after Paul took Eddy in, the young vampire was standing behind him in meetings and helping Paul out where he could in exchange Paul filled his home with Eddy's art finding it very charming, something he had refused for Amanda. When the news of her childe's artwork filling not only Paul's home but the Prince's Amanda had all she could take, telling her children to kill him upon sight. She called out a blood hunt on her own childe. But, she didn't have the princes consent to call a blood hunt, so the Prince stepped in and called it off, telling her not to use the resources for something so petty as jealousy over her own child.

The prince knew the only way to keep peace was to get rid of Amanda and her boys, or get rid of Eddy, which in turn would take Paul. It was a hard choice but he knew more depended on Amanda than Paul, so he sent the boy away. Surprisingly Paul remained in the city and sent Eddy with money and a recommendation to a high end gallery in New York. With the nineties rolling in Eddy was advised to keep his money flowing that he would do well to open up an gallery and a studio to hold classes, and to offer his services to one of the many art schools around. So with in a year he was teaching classes, easily falling in and out of love with his students and their works. Never having relations with them simply loving the beauty of the living and the art they made. It was through teaching that he found a loyal student named Vivian, though he met her at a coffee shop, she had never taken his classes. Vivian seemed to think the world of him. She became his retainer, he didn't ghoul her he simply asked favors of her in exchange for the kiss now and then.

Things finally seemed to be going almost perfect for Eddy for the first time in his life, that was until Vivian brought him a girl, she was beautiful and younger than he usually liked to feed from. A girl of sixteen with beautiful dyed pink hair and green eyes. Her name was Karly, Eddy couldn't feed from the girl even though he did hunger, he sat talking to her and even invited her back the next night. Three weeks of Karly and Vivian chatting while Eddy painted on the floor seemed like heaven but her parents were growing concerned with their daughter spending time with this strange couple. They knocked upon the door and when Vivian answered Edward got the scare of his undead life. The couple that stepped in were none other than Marion and Brian… his sister and her boyfriend. An awkward silence passed between the three adults as Karly introduced them giggling at the fact her artist friend had the same name as her uncle that died the year she was born. He hadn't aged a day from that Halloween night that he had headed out, and he had never returned home.

It was a great danger his family finding him, but he knw they would search if he ran and he was to soft hearted to kill them, so instead he lied. Laughing pointing out how young he looked claiming to have been born in 1976 and came from Nevada. His sister and brother in law didn't seem convinced at first but the more he spoke the more they seemed to fall for it. After all, he would be nearly 34 if he was *really* the brother and he barely looked older than their daughter. By the end of the year, he decided it was to dangerous for him or Karly for him to remain in New York, he sent Vivian to collect some supplies from a dealer, one he would kill her on sight. He may not have the heart to kill her himself but she was a liability that he couldn't afford to keep. He set fire to his studio and with only his best paintings pack he headed west.

This time he settled in Seattle. An artsy place with a history of good music, and the home to the grave of one of his childhood idols, Jimi Hendrix. It was easy to set up shop once he got the local prince's blessing and in time even Paul arrived in the city. Things were relatively easy with his old friend back at his side. Everything was basically good and calm until 2015 was winding down Eddy, who was now going by Louis, because of a certain set of vampire books that came out. He no longer wanted to use Edward, but choose Louis as a joke.

Louis was summoned back to St Louis. Amanda had crossed a line and was on trial by the other Primogens, his other brothers had already been put down and while the primogen's knew he had nothing to do with Amanda since he was exiled from her clan. What he didn't know was he wasn't summoned back to speak for her, no. He was summoned back to be the executioner. The Prince felt that the young vampire was due his revenge. Once the prince passed down the order he was not allowed to refuse. Being a soft hearted vampire swinging the sword down on his sire was the hardest thing he had ever done. As he walked out of the prince's home he looked up at the night sky for once unsure of how to move forward.

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