The Homeless

When the semifamous Toreador violinist Tamoszius first came to the New World, he stopped briefly in New York. Before following many of his fellow Lithuanians to Chicago (and fleeing the horrid presence of the Sabbat), Tamoszius briefly entertained the idea of staying in New York. Only a year after arriving, he Embraced Yvette, a fellow violinist to whom he had been listening through the windows of her family’s Brooklyn brownstone since entering the city. New York proved not to be to Tamoszius’ liking, however, and he fled the city, leaving his bewildered progeny behind. Aggrieved at what she had become, Yvette vanished as well, leaving her distraught family thinking that she had been murdered or kidnapped or had otherwise the victim of foul play. In truth, Yvette fled to Manhattan, where she spent her nights evading Sabbat vampires and practicing her instrument, the only aspect of her mortal life that she’d been able to keep hold of. Being Kindred proved to be too much for Yvette, however, and the toll it placedon her emotionally sent her into frequent torpors, from which she would rise, confused, before wandering the streets and succumbing to the cold sleep again. Kindred have come and gone through Yvette’s unlife. She’s met a few here and there, and most of them seem to enjoy her playing, but neither they nor their society held much allure for her. She faced every night alone, even when she had taken lovers, and it wouldn’t be long before she slipped into torpor again. Then she saw Leonard. While stalking Grand Central Terminal one night for sustenance, Yvette watched, captivated, as a man left the train that had arrived from some northern location. She immediately fell in love with NEW YON BY Nictrr 18 him; her soul rejoiced that what she had so long been waiting for had finally arrived. With a smile upon her face for the first time in over a century, she ran over to introduce herself, but stopped herself short. This was insane! How could she, a Kindred, just accost some poor man at the train station and profess her love for him? Yvette quickly formulated a plan. Passing the man by, she entered the promenade, where he was sure to pass through. There, she took out her violin and began to play the most passionate concerto that had ever traveled through her bow. When the man heard it, he would be drawn to her, and they could spend their time together in love. But as the man walked by, it was obvious that he couldn't hear her playing. Maybe it was the din of the trains, or the voice of the crowd and then she saw the small chalkboard dangling from his neck. The man was deaf. Crushed-left without a method by which to express herself to the one person who suddenly mattered, Yvette returned to her haven, where she sank into another torpor. She arose recently, after the city had shifted from Sabbat to Camarilla dominance (not that she's noticed). Following visions she received in her slumber, she traced her paramour's movements to a run-down apartment in Queens. After a little research, she found out his name was Leonard, but she remains at a loss for how to approach him. She's considered simply running into him and introducing herself, then later contriving events so that she meets him again, but nothing she'd be able to do would adequately express how she feels. How can she let him know she's there?

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