Before Lestat found himself summoned from the music of the 2000s, he was awake around the 60s to 70s. Although rock music was something that had touched Lestat's black heart even at these times, he did not pursue a career as a singer in public, no...he was still hesitant to get out to the public and share his true nature with those of his kind and the humans. The desire was always there though, crawling slowly with the years, and the added disappointment throughout the decades would make him burst in the age of millennials when the supernatural element had become something fancy...Late at night in the city that never sleeps...a silver Plymouth Barracuda stops outside the well-known pub with colored letters on its name. Lestat gets out of the car; he was alone. Short hair to the end of his neck, a leather jacket, a fine silk shirt, and then casual pants accompanied by some loose boots. He takes a few steps and then places a cigarette between his lips, lights it, and takes a deep draw. You see, he could not go along the 70s without following the trends of humans, and why not? He was enjoying all the bad habits and decay around the streets of this era so much. He looks at the partly cloudy sky above the city lights and smirks, then he starts walking towards the club. Once the door closes behind him, everyone looks at him and greets him with their glasses raised up.Oh yes, he was known in that part of town, but no one really knew his real name; he was going around by nicknames that he did not even create. The most common to address him was The Pale Man; nobody knew when or from where he came, but he entered the Mafia family and rose up the hierarchy quite fast. Yet Lestat was not aiming to be a Mafia boss; he loved to be sent on the most complicated missions and put himself out there when things with the gangs would go bad.Most gangs would fear him but also get rewards if they were able to ever kill him and remain unknown, which gang did it, otherwise a phenomenal war would burst once more against the families and their leaders, something that had been going on for a long time and was finally peaceful since 5 years. Lestat's head on a plate was an ongoing challenge... He was so unpredictable for them all, even for the members of his gang, and his boss was not always able to find him either. They said that the guy was crazy, a psychopath, and a maniac when it came to hunting down and killing. Hence some other not-so-popular nicknames: the crazy hound, the reaper, and the unseen killer.He went and sat behind a table, placing his hat on the table. The drinks started coming, landing on the old wooden table before he even took a seat. Happy faces, drunk faces, doped faces around...and the smoke rising from every corner. The Boss was informed by a waiter about the man's arrival, and he was going to meet with his crazy right hand. He sat at the same table with him and ordered only a few special people to stay, the five that would accompany him on tonight's mission. The boss told him that the second-in-power new gang members stole a truck from them last night to show their worth, but that would have terrible consequences and a lesson had to be delivered to all of them to remember not to mess in someone else's territory.Lestat was looking at him with a dead cold expression yet eyes that were sparkling for action and more...blood. "Consider it done," he said as he blew a good amount of smoke upwards and took a sip from his whiskey."Will you need more guns? You can come in the back and pick any babies you like." Lestat smirked and pulled out his own custom shotgun with a three-digit number engraved to make it differ from the rest. "Oh, I am good with this one...don't worry, I work efficiently." The gun was mostly for demonstration; he was using the bullets wisely since his aim was perfect by being a vampire. Also, he could not go unarmed and show his powers; otherwise, every case would be a matter of minutes...but where is the fun in that all? To shoot was something more intriguing to him; the way the blood would spray the asphalt or the walls, the adrenaline and the heartbeats of everyone around, the fear in their breaths...and of course the strategy on how to catch them all. For Lestat, it was a game and a great feeling to be seen and be important to something.However, he could not predict something else; there was a traitor from the inside, a spy, and he knew they were going to the other side of the city, enough time to warn the other gang on time, and they were pretty much prepared now. They brought more guns and people from the neighborhoods. Lestat and the rest of his companions were trapped in the middle of the gunfire, and they could not move; whoever would try to shoot was getting killed. Lestat motioned to the hidden ones that he would go out to end the matter and at this distraction, they would be able to escape and ask for help back at the base. And so he did...armed, he jumped outside and started running to the corner, then pointed his gun upwards and was shooting the men that were on the roof of the warehouse altogether, but there were too many, and the others came out too from the back...at that time, the noise of the bullets was non-stop, but some of them found his body and made him fall....he seemed dead for quite some time, when the men loading their guns and laughed at his failure, he suddenly came to life and ran towards the paddock's wall, climbed up, and then fell on the other side, escaping.This incident and how the Pale Man got shot but he got up and ran away with such speed was going around. "Have you heard about the Paleman?" The rumors started getting wild; the news even reached the cops' ears, corrupted and not, they would investigate his case to find out more about who this man was. His men started looking at him a bit weird too, just wondering what had happened. Some of them that were at the gates running to leave saw clearly that he was shot directly and they knew he was not wearing any protective cloth underneath. Was he a demon...a devil...? Feeling the pressure, Lestat knew it was time for this nice story to come to an end...you see...everyone needed answers but was too afraid to ask. Sooner or later, someone would see him feed from the victims or use his powers, and then...that would attract the court of his own kind...bad news.And so the Pale Man had to die for good. Lestat had to set up his death in public for all to see and stop the rumors from spreading further. One night he pretended to be very drunk and was calling everyone to follow him home to keep the party going, but of course, no one was taking him seriously in this state....giving out the address, he would be going now, everyone knew, surely the spy among them too. He stood up, stumbling, he headed to the exit, getting in his car and driving home now. The hints were delivered, the assassins would follow him home or find him the next day.The night passed in silence, nothing happened, not even a suspicious move in the yard, but...the information reached the antagonist's family. He sensed now that there was a scent of hatred in the air and danger. He took his time, wore his best clothes, and picked up his pistol for one last time...this metallic thing had become a friend over the years. Funny to think that he would be bonding more with an object than a living person because sometimes the objects, if not broken, would be able to be kept safely until the time he would find them again...just like his precious violin.As he was walking outside slowly, he looked around; his ears caught the wheels spinning in the road coming from the next block...yes...his course of death would be arriving in seconds....He reached the fence and he pulled out his gun to "defend" himself and show that he would make an effort. As the black car sped from the corner of the street, they stopped shortly outside the Pale man's house...Lestat opened his arms wide open and smirked at them as they started emptying their guns on him until he was down...The car sped again, abandoning the crime scene.And like this, the death of Paleman happened in front of everyone's eyes, and no one questioned it.They checked him and found no heartbeat; time and date of death: 13th of February at 9:00 am. The body was collected from the yard, and no one ever spoke about this case again.Just a known human gangster who got in someone's eye and was killed...And so Lestat came out of the shallow ground and sank himself in sleep back in his family's mausoleum until 2001.
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