//ooc; Lestat won’t be considering any more Dark Gift requests, respectfully, find another Lestat RPer.

Let’s be real here, this is a fandom blog and it’s run by a human, there is no way this Lestat could jump up and ask for your address and come visit you to get to know you or turn you! Keep that in mind when you send him asks, he’s limited by being FICTIONAL and doesn’t want to make promises he can’t keep.//

♛You’re missing my point… *sigh* 

If you are frightened for your life of revealing yourself to me in fear of offending me, then we’ve already started off on the wrong foot *frowns*. How can you start a relationship that could last far longer than any mortal relationship in fear? No. You can’t. 

It’s not about your appearance or height, while yes, it does perturb me that David is taller than I am, but that’s what heeled boots were made for! And it is fun to be the shorter one in a kiss and have to tilt my face up to him, just for a change of pace. 

It’s not about your taste in music, although it’s no secret that I adore Bon Jovi. You may have mentioned that just to kiss up to me… I hope that you don’t try to conform yourself to try to please others, enjoy that Celtic rock!

What I’m looking for is that chemistry you feel when you’re with someone you love or could love and they feel the same way for you. For me, that needs to happen in the physical. I don’t know of any vampire who’s promised the Dark Gift to a stranger they met on the internet, or before that existed, a penpal relationship. Perhaps it’s worked for others, but not for me. 

Don’t you realize that even if I wanted to say Yes, and turn every single one of you who beg for vampirism, the sheer volume of such a task would probably kill me emotionally before it did physically?! Would we pick a church somewhere and have people fall in line for this kind of communion? I do have other interests than making vampires all night, every night, for months or even the years it would take to fill all the requests.

And then what of the fact that it does not always work, would we group all the “duds” into a dog kennel out back? Would we take care of them in a home somewhere or kill them to put them out of their misery and send their bodies back to their families? What if YOU became one of these duds? It’s all too gruesome and I’m terrified just thinking about it. Major buzzkill, as they say.

I hate to say No, so please stop asking me for this.