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A/N: Two reviews! Thank you so very much! I'd thought my stories and RHPS fanfiction had been forgotten. Hopefully more fans will return to this site...

If I were a Roman augur I might say the three young hawks my family keeps noticing in my yard are a sign that this fandom shall survive as they did. It would've been normal for one of them to die since all three rarely survive (or so my mother, who likes reading about animals, says). Seeing omens in simple happenings is childish and old-fashioned... yet I still sort of wish it could mean that the fandom will strongly survive and I, who saw the hawks, would become important to it's survival.

That was really weird.


This stage of my story begins with my wedding, at age 16, to a young woman named Lucia Flora. She'd taken a liking to me, was my age, and I didn't really care who I married. Anyway, her father was the brother of my powerless step-father Lucius. It was a good enough match.

The exact date of that small, simplified ceremony was on the 24th of Terrianus in 1867. Yes, I got married during one of the most decadent holidays of the year (that being Timewarp Day, upon which we celebrate the accidental discovery of Timewarp travel. The dance came later). It's just second to Saturnalia excitement-wise. This was done because my mother Dulcibella Livia wanted to avoid any attention being brought to her 'bad' child's wedding. In between many wild parties and such there was a simple ceremony. Flora wore a nice suit and I wore an expensive dress. I wasn't allowed to talk during it and nobody really spoke of it later (they were too busy with Timewarp Day parties).

Since Flora was a bit childish I acted as more of a friend to her than wife. Not that she really minded. Once she found out about all the mental illnesses and such she began an affair with a family friend. Later she moved on to a servant who's name I can't recall. This didn't bother me, of course. It was only natural.

Around this time I began researching and writing a mock diary - published as a serial - about a Transylvanian family stranded on Earth. It's still never been finished and when I tried to restart it nobody wanted to read it. At least it began decently enough. One of the character was meant to be pregnant, you know, but I never wrote enough to get to that 'reveal'. Since it was written as a day-by-day diary things went very slowly in the story. Though somehow that writing style later worked for my later novel Castle(less) Life. An important fact about the unfinished diary-story was it influenced my brother's famous mission slightly. Science Fiction often comes true, as they say. Though it wasn't really the science that gave inspiration. It wasn't really about science. No... what inspired the mission-planners seems more the fact that the main character was the daughter of two servants brought along on a mission. One of the servants was based on my friend Vita Magenta and the other on her brother Seianus Vitus Riff Raff. They - as you surely know - were on the mission in 1876 TY/1974 EY.

Despite what people said later, though, it was simply a story and a way of giving myself friends. At that point my only proper friend was Magenta, though I was attempting to befriend other people. Those people were the friends of Anya.

Still I loved her. She had a husband, who I'd learned was named Gnaeus, that surely wouldn't like the idea of me being in love with her. Though I couldn't help but smile joyfully every time she walked by the palace. This happened far too often. So, in the hope of properly meeting her, I decided to go slumming. How foolish love makes one!

After befriending her, while pretending to be a commoner like herself, I tried my hardest to not let her know my true feelings. Though eventually I said it by accident. When I was drunk, probably.

"I love you."

Anya blushed nervously at this. "Look, you're nice and all... but I'm happily married!"

If I'd been my brother things would've been different. That lovely young woman would've forgotten her dear Gnaeus in a heartbeat if I'd been Frank (then known as Gaius, I should probably point out). Still, I didn't truly give up. I still hung around the bars they hung around. My wife became worried eventually, though I continued my habit. Having an affair wasn't a crime according to most people. That's what she - and everyone else - assumed was happening. I wish it could've been that simple.

I loved Anya so very much that I didn't realize what a mess I was causing. It was lucky indeed that I wasn't well known to the public, like my brother. For if I had been more recognizable it would've made things worse. What happened was a minor scandal. Anya's friends began verbally harassing me whenever we ran into each other. It got so bad that Flora noticed how upset I was. She made me tell her everything. I told her all I could bear to, she exiled me from our bedroom, and I never saw Anya or her friends again.

In the end the only person who understood me was Vita Magenta. She'd suffered because of who she loved, too. Unlike everyone else she actually understood me. Though I respected her extreme faithfulness to her brother and never flirted or abused my position as her employer. That was what my brother did.

Speaking of Frank...

Even at this point he wasn't married. No, too busy hosting many decadent parties. Since he was officially an adult (over 16) our mother couldn't stop him. According to rumor Gaius Cececatus Felix was inspired to become the great historian he became after meeting Frank at one of these parties. I met that man once. He's terribly rude and I had him banished when he mocked my hairstyle (there were many other insults, that was just the last straw).

Anyway, my brother's career as a man - that is, an adult - had begun not long after his career as a monster did. One who, thanks to propaganda and strange charm, was beloved by all. The science projects he. As his power as a celebrity began to outshine that of our Mother's the only sane persons left seemed to be Magenta, her brother, and myself. Because the people loved him they willingly accepted that he was a living God. They also didn't mind his violence. Mother seemed to be in denial somehow. Of course her beloved little son wouldn't ever hurt someone! Which he didn't, sort of. People let him do what he wanted to them and usually enjoyed it (especially if it was sexual). It's unknown whether his victims liked being killed or not. Few living persons can speak to the dead and such questions are considered offensive.

Our mother Dulcibella Livia eventually had the sense to send Frank away. You may have heard that the mission of 1876 TY/1974 EY was because of a science project that needed to be tested in seclusion. Earth is an ideal place for such things because it's climate is already well-documented by us and there are regular expedition to that old place. Though that is true... there was more to it!


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