I’m continuing with the main character’s profiles this week. Yes, there are several of them, it’s hard to write a sweeping story like Fangs & Halos without a large amount of movers and shakers. I still have a few to write about.
Today’s profile is of probably everyone’s favorite character: Baron Bast von Samedi, Vampire Cat. Baron is a rare male tortoiseshell cat with gold eyes. Yes, it’s rare but there are, indeed, male torties out there.
Baron was included in Lilly’s Angel because I needed someone she would interact with while living in a tiny crypt in St. Louis 1 Cemetery in New Orleans. She didn’t come out into pubic for 105 years and she would need someone to talk to other than the skull she called “Marcus.” So, I saw a cat being a friend, and that lead to the biting and the draining, the panic and the…
Ok, woman, I’m taking over. Who better to talk to people than the subject himself? I can tell a better story than you can. Your job is to sit there and take dictation, so get those fingers ready to take down the best thing you’ve ever written.
Hello. I’m Baron Bast von Samedi. I’m a handsome 37 pound bundle of tortoiseshell-furred magnificence. I’m Lilly Marchantel’s owner and I take good care of my pets.
She found me when I was chasing a big, fat, juicy rat through the neighborhood of little houses. The mobile dinner saw a hole in a door and went in, trying to get away. But the hole was big enough I could squeeze through so I followed him.
That’s when it happened. I’m missing a few hours of time from then but from what Lilly told me, I ran in, she made a grab for the rat and saw me. She grabbed me and I felt something bite through my neck and everything went black.
Then I woke up hungry and wanting to find a little girl kitty to lavish my attention on. Lilly was holding me and crying, getting blood all over my perfect fur. I meowed and struggled out of her lap. She started talking to me and, unlike before the humans I had encountered before I entered that house, I could understand everything she was saying. It was like she started talking Feline. She was interesting so I decided to keep her.
She would tell me when she was hungry and I would go get food for her. I could bring in rats but I managed to charm a really stupid nutria into following me home. We ate good for a few days on that. We talked about me charming a dog for supper once and she nixed that, said she didn’t want to hurt a dog like she did me.
What hurt? I got to live forever and chase girl kitties all I want, I eat well because everywhere has rats, or mice. I consider it a plus. And I have my wonderful Lilly to talk to and snuggle up to. So there’s not any hurt there at all.
Ok, Baron, it’s my turn to talk.
No, still my story, I tell it my way. Keep taking notes.
We were wonderful until that guy, the one who says he’s an angel, landed on our doorstep. Lilly insisted on bringing him in and I was fine with that until she wanted to turn him. I thought I taught her better than that,…
Who did the teaching? I think it was Lilly who taught you.
No, that’s why I am telling the story and you’re writing. Lilly needed a lot of help in those earlier days, I don’t think she would have lived if I wasn’t there to help her. She was unable to bring herself to go out of that little house; she said it was because she didn’t want to scare anyone who knew she died. As the world changed around her, I was the one who kept her fed and loved.
That angel, Sullivan, became lunch for us and then she replaced his blood and told me to go get a nutria for all of us to eat. When he woke up, he had the worst temper I’ve ever seen in a human. He flopped all over with his emotions; it was worse than any dog I have chased out of the area. One minute he was happy and horny, the next he was yelling and cussing and frightening my poor Lilly. I took an instant dislike to him.
When he hurt her, I tried to defend her. I would have succeeded, I got my claws into him and was biting him to stop but he grabbed me and locked me in a closet.
If I could have reached him, I would kill him and we wouldn’t be having to deal with him now.
We moved to Houston to get away from him, only for me to find out Marcus was a real person and not a skull Lilly talked to, and he was worse than that angel. The angel is actually better than this asshole.
Now Baron, be nice, we have to keep this on a PG rating.
Whatever that is. He is an ass…
Baron!
Ok, he’s a jerk, a miserable example of a vampire, the worst of the blood suckers. I keep telling her to pack and let’s go back to New Orleans and our little house. But she’s resistant.
And his dog. Do NOT get me started on him and that whole subject. Yappy, happy all the damned time…
Baron…
Happy all the dork time, there, you happy? His dog annoyed me when I met him and I smacked him to get his attention. The vampire and Lilly both yelled at me for that. And Stupid the Dog didn’t learn his lesson, he kept up the barking and trying to smell my ass and I just wanted to slap him hard enough his great grand puppies would still have ringing ears. But I’m not allowed.
So what does Stupid the Dog do? Follows me out, goes out to play in traffic, and now *I* am stuck with a…what’s the word…
Progeny?
Yeah. That. Progeny. The dog has to answer to me and I’m supposed to keep him out of trouble. I didn’t sign up to be a mentor to a dog. I was strictly supposed to ta…..
Baron! Are you okay? I have to stop this interview and help him, he’s having a seizure!
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Okay, he’s okay. I’ve got him in on the bed here at my house. I don’t know what he was trying to say, I may have to let him finish this interview at another time.
Thanks for reading!