Dante d'Auvergne

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DANTE D'AUVERGNE
Two and a half centuries approximately, appearance wise 28| | Land investments | Light...for now | Damien Molony

Everyone expects a vampire to have great ancestry. Not necessarily true. Dante himself had been a mere servant, in the house of Viscount de Morieve, a French nobleman. He didn't even have a proper surname. He was Dante, just Dante. The boy, rapidly growing into a man, who young ladies often flirted with while he swept their bedchambers, but never bothered to extend the acquaintance. He didn't mind, he was fairly content in his work, in knowing that the Viscount himself liked to have his chambers looked after by the young man, someone with fairly clean habits for a person who slept in the kitchens. But he was content.

But the French Revolution changed everything. The kindly Viscount had managed to retain most of his estates by a remarkable stroke of fortune (more like by the acquittals of his employees, who loved him dearly). But he was a changed man. After the Revolution died down, he vented his newly-gained frustration, his anger on his servants, Dante included. It was only chance which aided him in escaping execution at the Viscount's hand, many a time. A frustrated stablehand finally assassinated the senile old man, and peace was re-established. Temporarily.

Soon after the Viscount's death, young children living on and around his lands started dying mysteriously, their pale bodies often discovered with blood drained and fang marks on their necks. Dante tried his best to help. One night, he received news that a woman had given birth to a baby girl on the outskirts of the estate, and they were without a place to live. Dante rode out to save them. He never returned.

Decades later, a new shadow emerged on the Parisian scene. A dark shadow which prowled the streets and feasted on blood. All of it was mere farce though, Dante would never lower himself to feed on street-derelicts. His first true kill was an heir to a theatrical auditorium, whose place he promptly took. Obscured as a man with eccentric ways, he preyed on important people who graced the theatre, generals and countesses and barons alike. The theatre was closed down after a while, rumored to be haunted due to the frequent deaths. Dante moved again, this time to the wizarding world. He rarely thinks about Paris anymore, except to chuckle mirthlessly over the works of Charles Nodier, author of Le Vampire and creator of Lord Ruthven the famed vampire, based on the various murmurs of Dante's fell glimpses at the theatre.

Dante was a vigilante killer for several decades, never more so than in the years of the first war against Grindelwald. Feasts....feasts on flesh and blood were to be had on those smoking battlefields. Until he encountered a child. A sobbing Muggle child on the streets of London, weeping over the dead body of her mother. A mother who bore the marks of vampire fangs on her throat. Dante emerged from the smoke, intent on ending the life of the child. It had no one in the world anyway. His long-fingered hand, gripped the shoulder of the child and turned it around, he liked seeing their faces before it was to happen, the mixed horror and awe. Then he saw it. Fangs, dripping with freshly shed blood, protruding from the child's swollen gums. The child that had just fed on her mother, and killed her. The tears mixed with the blood freely.

Till today, Dante has not been able to forget that sight. He drowns it, drowns the memories, drowns the lust in the monotony, the comfortable monotony of routine life. He keeps everything clean. He stays away from knives, from hospitals. He arranges the books in his library twice a day. He works out at night, and checks on his investments. He even behaves relatively politely with the McNairs, a set of human half-siblings who are dwelling in his home. The boy, Claude is refreshingly uncomplicated. Dante stays away from the sister, Darcy. He gets vibes, smells scents....that are best left unsmelled. He lives on.