Any sensible route to this place called Veil takes me via New Orleans, which suited me just fine, as I had not looked in on my pied-à-terre there in some while. Most sensible routes also take me by the shores of Pontchartrain, and even if they hadn’t, I would have diverted to make sure they did. I can never resist the call of the lake. Sadly, these days, I don’t get to enjoy it by daylight – sunsets and sunrises were my favourites – but I have happy memories of days there before I entered this world of darkness, and I still enjoy walking the shore by night.
Unlike the man in the song, I don’t think I ever fell in love with a Creole girl. I’ve taken a few to my bed over the years, and fed on more than a few, but I can’t say I’ve ever fallen in love with one. Come to think of it, I haven’t fallen in love with anybody much, save for Renée, but that was over 200 years ago, when I was 14 and she was 17. She was also my cousin, so that wasn’t going to go anywhere, even if she had looked upon her bratty cousin with anything other than condescending amusement. After that, I never really had the time, nor, I must admit, the inclination. Perhaps I am not built for love, at least, not in that soppy romance sense. Certainly not since I became what I am. Mortals are too ephemeral and I generally do not seek the company of my own kind any more.
Having said that, my reasons for being here in my pied-à-terre, aside from breaking my journey, are precisely because I am seeking the company of my own kind, although, in this case, not for any romantic reasons. In truth, I am not entirely sure why I am seeking them out. The traditions say that I should be responsible for my childer, and I was, for a while. But, when the Civil War ended, I had a hankering for my home down here in the south, while they, not having any ties, did not wish to leave. I did not press the matter, as I considered them sufficiently “adult” to make their own way, and left them to it.
Perhaps I should have made more effort to stay in touch, but I was weary of war and conflict, weary even of senseless killing. I had also developed somewhat of a distaste for Jacobi, who seemed to revel in the Sabbat way of things a little too much for my liking. Looking back, I wonder if my motivations for embracing Abigail were perhaps touched with a desire to spite him by depriving of a kill. It is possible. I did not think overly much about it at the time, save that I swooped in like a guardian angel and offered her a chance of a new life, a choice between that and certain death, much as Maximilian had offered me. Jacobi was angry, but what could he do? I was his sire, and he was still beholden to me. It did not take long, however, for him to realise the advantages of having a playmate nearer his own age. Abigail, in her turn, took to her new life rather more easily than I might have imagined, and the two of them quickly formed a bond of something akin to friendship. They did not, so far as I knew, form a blood bond other than the Vinculum that we all three shared.
Either way, they seemed to work well together, so I was reasonably comfortable leaving them to it. This may have been a mistake. From what I could learn from my Lasombra informant, they created some havoc for a while and ended up in torpor for many years. As I said before, what brought them to the south, I did not yet know. Perhaps I will find out when I get there and find them. Or find Abigail anyway, since it seems that Jacobi has done a vanishing act. From what he could tell me, that might possibly be a good thing for Abigail, though not necessarily good for kindred in general, should he go even more rogue than he had in the past. Nobody noticed much, back in the days of the war, because there was so much killing going on anyway, so what were a few extra bodies to anybody? These days, on the other hand, things are different. I may have found my place among the Sabbat for much of my unlife, but my roots were originally Camarilla, and I have enough sense to know that the Masquerade has its place. I am told that both sects are present in Veil. Which way I will go, I do not yet know. I have had little contact with either for many years and I am perhaps too much my own man to commit either way. I will see what I find when I get there.