Childe of Passion

Ramon Devereux never thought himself right for this life. Oh, he was just perfect for the role of vampire, but not clan Ventrue. He liked lavish things, extravagance, and theatrics. He swore, gossiped and had it on record as being the teller of many a bawdy joke. No…Toreador life spoke to him much more than Ventrue but he worked with what he had. And what he had was a lot of money, big homes and a nose for business. What he didn't have he could take by force, but instead used influence because that's what was politically correct. Though, he hated politics and tried to stay out of it unless provoked. He was provoked a lot.

Like tonight. The only reason he was even here was because some harpy had accused him of tip-toeing into her domain and stealing business. For one thing, Ramon never tip-toed a day or night in his long life. He took big strides. And another, he didn't like Lyon enough to warrant doing, or stealing, business within it. He chalked it up to a weak, albeit successful, attempt to get him to show his face in Ventrue society. A celebration for successfully complete agoges would not have been his first choice, but Lyon seemed to know how to throw a decent party. He stuck around, allured by rumors of a Childe of Passion. She wasn't hard to find.

She was a lamb in a pack of wolves and he would tell her so if he met her. He watched him circle her with hungry eyes and sharp teeth. He didn't feel immediately compelled to join the fray.