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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2006 14:43:38 GMT 1
I walked into the Vampire Bar in my black outfit that Devon wouldn't ever see me in. He had left me once again and I was getting rather tired of it. As I walked I could hear the thoughts and whistles of many men. Yeah I knew I was sexy but they didn't have to tell me that. I, the owner of The Theatre des Vampires, decided to take a break and let everyone have the night off. Christine was with her friend whom she called Angel. Raoul was pissed off because she wasn't paying him any attention and so I just called for a whole night off. My people needed it.
I walked to the darkest part of the bar and took a seat by myself and ordered a blood wine in the strongest version they had. God I hated being lonely. I would have to tell Devon he needed to stay around me more. I needed him. I loved him...but I couldn't deal with his leaving all the time.
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Post by Lestat II on Oct 26, 2006 4:30:16 GMT 1
Little black dress. Shimmering glass of blood wine. Big lonely eyes.
Enter Lestat.
"Mind if I sit?" I said, motioning to the empty chair next to her and sitting down in it before she could respond. "Tay, right? You own the...Theatre des Vampires, don't you?" I wasn't really sure how to refer it it. The theatre. My theatre. Nicki's theatre. Armand's theatre. No more, that was in the past. Tay's theatre now.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2006 4:39:04 GMT 1
I motioned for him to sit down and I smiled a beautiful smile. "That's me. The lonely theatre owner. The one whom was left by her lycan boyfriend once again. I'm calling it off. I can't deal with him. I never get to see him because of both our spieces." I said to him.
I took a sip of my drink and sat there not looking up at him. "You must be?" I asked him.
I knew he owned of the box seats in my theatre. But I couldn't place a name with him.
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Post by Lestat II on Oct 26, 2006 4:49:30 GMT 1
"Lestat de Lioncourt," I said, "I visit your theater a bit." I felt like I didn't need to go much farther than that.
"I never was a big fan of lycans anyway," I said, changing the topic, "But at least they're not as bad as witches. Let me tell you, never get involved with a witch. They've got all their damn voodoo or whatever on their side. My advice, stick to your own kind."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2006 4:58:13 GMT 1
I crossed my leg and propped on my hand and elbow. "What are you suggesting Mr. de Lioncourt?" I asked him.
I sighed. A tear fell. I was frustrated and devestated but he had a point.
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Post by Lestat II on Oct 26, 2006 5:13:38 GMT 1
A tear rolled down her cheek and to say I was surprised was a bit of an understatement. It hadn't occurred to me that perhaps this lycan meant a lot to her, that admitting that to me might be important for her. And here I was talking about voodoo.
I rubbed the tear off her cheek and turned her to face me. "Sometimes things just don't out. That's the way it is. No need to mope, it's hard for something to last all eternity."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2006 5:20:03 GMT 1
"I really loved him Lestat. I bent the rules and went into the sewers to see him and he keeps leaving me and I can't take it anymore. How do I know he's not out there screwing some lycan female?" I said to him.
My eyes shown the hurt in them as I looked at him. "Help me ease this pain I have." I said to him.
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Post by Lestat II on Oct 27, 2006 13:06:48 GMT 1
Hmm. Something was telling me that perhaps I shouldn't have sat down here at all. She needed guidance, and I was certainly the wrong person to ask in these matters. Hell, more that often than not I was the one with the wandering hand, not the one feeling unloved. Yes, definitely wrong person to ask.
But I couldn't not do something....
"Well..." I started, hesitantly, "Love and sex aren't exactly the same thing. If he is "screwing another lycan" as you say, that certainly doesn't mean that he doesn't still love you."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2006 5:40:44 GMT 1
I looked at Lestat and said, "Well Monsieur De Lioncourt...I don't care anymore. It's over between he and I. I give up. Even my maker abandoned me to no avail. A man whom loved me, Kidnapped me from my parents, turend me and left me all in that same night."
"Now look where it has gottne me. Eh. Well at least I still have my theatre. I can work my ass off there and not worry about going home to someone. NOw where is your partner at? Surely someoen like you has your own date." I said to him softly.
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Post by Lestat II on Nov 3, 2006 2:29:30 GMT 1
I had to grin at that. "I have no date tonight. We seem to be in the same boat in that respect." I didn't add the reason I didn't have a date was not because I didn't have a partner, oh no. I had a partner alright, a few of them in fact, on and off lovers, and although Louis also somehow seemed to remain my constant when he was gone there was positively no reason I couldn't let my mind wander a bit. Or my hands, at least.
"Tell me more about--" Nicki's, Armand's, MY "---your theatre. It's an old theatre, non?" I flashed her a smile. Best to keep my past with the theatre under the radar for now.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2006 18:35:02 GMT 1
"Well...it's old yes. It belonged to some people named Nicolas, Armand and Lelio at one point. I read up on alot of the things I buy. And I read how it was burned by a vampire in rage of his losing his only daughter. They never mentioned the vampire's name or his daughter's name. Poor guy must have suffered greatly because of it. Well...being the empath that I am, I felt his emotions and every thing and bought the place, renovated it to be modern day and to also have a little of that old feeling in it. And now it stands where it is today. I would so much like to meet the previous owners and offer them part in this theatre again. After all it was theirs." I said to him.
I fidgited and then sipped on my drink again before saying, "You don't know any of the owners do you? I sense your age and you're about the age of two of them if not less."
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Post by Lestat II on Nov 8, 2006 4:47:52 GMT 1
I was having a terrible time at keeping a straight face. However...part of the theater? How very...tempting. Me, owning a theater again. Owning the theater. Would Louis like that? Somehow I doubted he wanted much to do with the theater anymore. Did I really want anything to do with the theater? I mean, it did house a lot of...memories. More painful ones than delightful ones.
"Funny you say that," I said, "because I happen to be a very good friend of one of the men I believe you're speaking of. Lelio, yes? I haven't seen him in a while, but it is possible...what would owning part of the theater entail, exactly? Just in case he asks, you know."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2006 5:02:09 GMT 1
I smiled and said, "Well if he asks...he would get to help me choose the plays, cast the actors and actresses, special seating whenever and wherever he chose. He'd get 1/4 of the profits and help with keeping the theatre upgraded."
I crossed my leg and leaned in on the table to eye him. "Something tells me you're hiding something."
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Post by Lestat II on Nov 8, 2006 5:18:13 GMT 1
Oh, but to hell with the past, this was a deal to delicious to pass up. She had seen through me anyway, somehow. Mon dieu, Claudia would have been ashamed. Father of lies, where'd your acting talents go? Perhaps, if I owned a theater, I could even reclaim them, reclaim Lelio...
I couldn't hold back the laughter that escaped my lips and held up my hands in mock defeat. "Ah, but you have discovered me! Well played, I might as well admit it. I went by the stage name of Lelio long ago. As for Nicolas and Armand...well, Armand and I don't exactly have the best history regarding that theater, and Nicki...Nicolas...is...well...was. What I mean to say is he is no more. He...died ages ago. However, I would be delighted if I could...regain some of the theater again."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2006 19:07:13 GMT 1
I smiled and said, "Welcome aboard monsieur de Lioncourt. I would be delighted with help from previous owners. SOmetimes my theatre can be so overwhelming. The actors and actresses need discipline and I believe they think I can't deliver."
I grew sad but then looked up. "Perhaps you cna help me with that?"
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Post by Lestat II on Nov 19, 2006 18:24:35 GMT 1
Hmmm, disciplining actors? Well...I have always been a good discipliner, haven't I? Hadn't Louis always complained that I disciplined Claudia too much? But...Lestat, the teacher? Running terrible actors through exercises and scripts and praising and criticizing and being patient? Mon dieu, what a sight that would be!
"Well..." I started, "I wouldn't be against going down there and knocking some discipline into them, but I am a very busy man and would only be able to do this once in a blue moon. Oh, and this theater of yours, do the actors memorize lines and do scripted plays and operas only, or is there any room for improvisation acts? You want good actors, give them entire plays to improvise."
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Post by Louis II on Mar 13, 2007 20:10:33 GMT 1
I had been listening for some time. Utterly amused. I should have known, I saw the young lady walk in. No, glide in. Of course. Lestat HAD to be in close quarters. I watched as they went in, before I followed and stayed somewhat out of earshot. But this was too much.
I made my way over to the place where Lestat was sitting and protectively slipped an arm around his shoulders: an act that was very unlike me. "Lestat is excellent with discipline," I commented wrly. "It's his own discipline that lacks."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2007 18:26:57 GMT 1
I was startled by this new comer. I didn't know who they were but then realized this must have been the famous Louis. "No worries Monsieur Louis. I'm not going to take your Lestat away. He's handsome and charming but I believe my Devon should be coming back for me. Some how I have hope. He's only been gone a few days." I said to him.
I looked back to Lestat and said, "Do you think you can help me get this place happening. I like your ideas. Show me what to do and I promise to deliver. And I'm sure the cast would love to meet their other owner."
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Post by Lestat II on Mar 29, 2007 0:27:13 GMT 1
I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder and I was surprised to see it belong to none other than my Louis de Pointe du Lac. How positively...odd! I was always the one pulling him close, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and waist, making sure the world knew that he was mine, mine, and should anyone even think about touching a hair on his head...
But it was also...well...it made me grin, I'll put it that way. To know that Louis (the weak one, the submissive one) would if need be fall back on such a protective little gesture (as though I, the Brat Prince himself, needed protecting!) was so endearing that it took a moment to registrar what he had said. And when I did hear it, I scowled and turned back to Tay.
"No worries Monsieur Louis," she said. "I'm not going to take your Lestat away."
Alright, it was one thing to have his arm around my shoulders, but an entirely different thing to be speaking of me as though I'm a thing to be stolen. I slipped out from under his arm and fumed silently. She went on to speak about her werewolf and the theatre.
"Louis," I said, "You interrupted me and Tay in the middle of a very interesting conversation. Yours truly is now one of the owners of a certain Theatre des Vampires. Amazing how little time changes, isn't it?" I flashed him a smirk that said: put that in your blood and drink it.
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Post by Louis II on Mar 29, 2007 17:38:06 GMT 1
I may not have been able to read his mind, but it almost didn't matter. I could see clearly why he was going on the way that he was. I pulled away, my arm dropping to my side. Oh, she could HAVE him. I gave Lestat a little glare, clearly not happy with him. "Le Theatre des Vampires?" Mon dieu. Out of all of the potential things for him to bring up, this was the most painful. He knew that. He was perturbed by my comment, and by Devon's. If there was anything that Lestat despised, it was being claimed. No one owned Lestat. No one. Only he owned himself. True, I had a larger place in his heart than most, but that was all. I could never tame him, nor would I ever try.
I cringed as I said the name, then turned back to Tay, defeated. "Very well," I muttered. "Enjoy speaking of this business, then." I do not believe that I would have been more upset if I had stumbled upon Lestat drinking blood wine with Raglan James. But the theatre of the vampires...that was Nicolas' theatre. That was the name he had given it (Oh how creative of him. Cue eyeroll.) and it was where he had flourished during his very few vampire days. It was a touchy subject, to say the least. And it was nothing that I wanted to make worse. I gave Tay a little nod, then glanced back at Lestat. "I suppose I will see you later then, if you decide to come home."
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Post by Lestat II on Mar 29, 2007 23:58:23 GMT 1
"Nonsense," I said quickly and wrapped my arm around Louis' waist so he couldn't leave.
I knew Louis was angry. I knew why he was angry. And I knew that the only thing I would be able to do now is irritate him further. But somehow, I can never stop myself from going that extra step.
"Why don't you stay here and help us make plans?" I said. "Where do you have to go in such a rush anyway? Nowhere." I turned back to Tay. "You'll have to forgive him. You were saying? The cast, you were talking about meeting the cast, well that's a fine idea, any particular time Louis and I should come on by?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2007 14:15:41 GMT 1
I looked at Louis and took his hand into my own and said, "I know what happened. I know why this one pains you so much my dear friend. But I made something especially for you should I have ever ran into you. Forgive me if this offends you but my heart went out to you when I read your book. I cried as you cried in the book. The place where you lost her. It's now a sanctuary. A place where you can go and be alone should you need it. I didn't touch anything but I went to a friend of mine and got some paintings they had found of your little girl. I bought them for a pretty little penny and now they hang there waiting on you to view them. She has her own little sanctuary. Sometimes I hear her voice. She's a sweet girl now that she's passed on monsieur."
I could only hope that he would accept this. That this wouldn't kill him even further. But one would have to know that I don't mean to upset anyone. I looked at Lestat with his question and said, "Anytime during the night is great. The actors/actresses live in apartments furnished by the theatre across the street. It wouldn't take long to gather them up. They love getting special guests. It encourages them to perform better."
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Post by Louis II on Mar 30, 2007 21:06:38 GMT 1
Lestat was pushing me to the point of infuriation. He knew exactly what he was doing, and how to get the reaction that he wanted out of me. He was holding me there against my will, talking about the plans of the theatre and including me in them as though I wanted to be a part of it. My life began and ended with that theatre. It began the day that Nicolas died. Without his death, I would have never found Lestat. Or rather, he would have never found me. But by the same token, my life with away with the golden hair. It killed me to think of her, resigned to ashes. I snarled at Lestat and struggled to get away, forgetting all form of decency and formality.
And then Tay took my hand. However, I could hardly put my attention onto her, as my anger towards the Brat Prince was raging far too high. But then, I heard her speaking of Claudia, and for a moment, I forgot my previous fury. A painting? Of her? She knew nothing of my pain. I shook my head. "Cherie, though I do appreciate the thought, I have made my peace with Claudia's death. Lestat knows the source of my hostility, and it has nothing to do with her. Now if you will excuse me...." I shook myself clean of him finally and, eyes blazing, made for the door.
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