The Brat Prince couldn't help but laugh at this boy. "Calm down, mon ami. I'm not going to attack you. As far as whether I am welcomed or not, I am highly civilized. Almost everything I know, I have taught myself or sought information on my own. Not all has been without peril I will admit, but they call me the damnedest creature for a reason," he added with a smirk.
"Oui. And you're right. I've seen other vampires that are more than twice my age. Children of the Milennia, they're called. I actually know the third oldest vampire in this world. And I've seen the First Brood with my own eyes." There was a mischievous glint in his crystalline grey eyes, which seemed almost teal thanks to the green hues in the room.
"I know that sounds strange. France was in a delicate state back when I was a child. There was disease and famine. It killed most of our crops, therefore also killing our profits. We could have moved to Italy with my mother Gabrielle's family but my accursed father thought it would be a better idea to stick around and rot in Auvergne. After my father died, my eldest brother Augustin would have gotten all his prospects. But he died in the war, and my father escaped to New Orleans, somehow. I killed him." he admitted. "He was old, and blind. I was a fledgling before he passed, so he was knocking on Death's door without knowing it."