Darian sat at the desk in his lavish room, the second best in the whole mansion Gabrielle de la Mer owned, but she not only owned that, she also owned him. He had the life though most wanted, living in a palace, the servants jumping to your orders, only they were not the only ones that jumped in the house. He also had one of the most beautiful woman that he had to work with constantly, that he was the compainon to, but also the slave. Her beauty could inslave almost any man that layed eyes on her, but he was a slave to something deeper, no not that 'L' word. It's something even stronger then that, because he can not fight it, he can not go against it, he can not supress the feelings. It's something that most mortals don't understand, but in the world of the Kindred it goes by the name of a blood bond. He's a slave to the blood that runs through her, that keeps her living, and gives him eternal life as long as it keeps flowing.
He wished to be mortal again, where he was before her beauty had entrapped him in a ritzy club in Paris. Before he had been living the life, he was quiet but hansome, and the parisian woman adored him. Though, one woman caught his eye that night, and blew his mind away, never since has he recovered from it.
In wanting to be human again, he wanted to love again, and not know he was some freak of nature, something that should never have been. In that though, his heart found someone to give that love to that was more of a 'monster' then himself. Mali May, a vampire, and the childe of one of the most powerful, her sire being Ryk Oakwine, the Brujah Primogen of Dallas. The match was one that most wouldn't image, a Ventrue ghoul and a Brujah childe, two clans that rarely found peace amongst each other. Both wanted power, but the Ventrue were politians and the Brujah street punks. The former were the heads of society, and the latter were the lowlifes, the criminals, the gang members, the bikers, the punks.
He found himself no longer caring to be mortal, but to be one of 'them'. He no longer wanted to be the 'dog' as he heard it once put, but to be one of the masters. He knew though that his mistress would never give it to him, and he had to live in this hibride state till she tired of him. After that, he would never be as close as he was now to that power.