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Post by Lestat II on Dec 1, 2006 4:34:22 GMT 1
Nonsense.
So very completely…nonsensical.
Nonsensical that I would lure the wasted young mortal to my table without picking up on the color of his eyes and marks on his arms. Ridiculous of me to have spent all that time playing with my food, speaking with him, touching him, marveling at his compliance, and noticing nothing out of the ordinary until I sunk my fangs into his neck and drained the life from him.
Damn modern mortals. Damn them! Why couldn’t they be satisfied with simple drink any longer? Why did they have to go and taint their blood with…whatever the hell Lou Reed and Iggy Pop sang about. Mortal merde.
The boy that had inflicted me with this thing was propped up unceremoniously in the chair next to me, his head bowed as though he was simply caught in a deep sleep. I licked the stray blood from my lips and closed my eyes against the creeping swoon. And I had so wanted to be clearheaded tonight. What happened to the good old days when a vampire could slake his lust without having to worry about more than a slight drunken numbness?
I chuckled at that. My chuckle tickled my ears even after I had silenced it. Which just made me laugh even harder. Mon dieu, if I didn’t stop soon, this was going to become a real laughing fit.
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Post by Allura Hall I on Dec 2, 2006 5:43:12 GMT 1
Allura waited patiently for the bartender to bring her another coke and she sat there, slender pale fingers sliding over the rim of the glass idly, deep in thought. A few onyx locks slid forward and she brushed them aside. Suddenly, she felt a hand grab at her ass and she nearly fell off her chair in shock, eyes wide and when her small doll like face whirled to look up, a grinning face peered down at her and she made a face at the sinking smell of beer that rolled out of the man's mouth. She couched and darted underneath his arm, her hand swiftly taking her coke with her and she snaked her 5'0 doll like frame in and out of bodies, her coke sloshing around over her fingertips as she nearly got knocked over a few times by the throbbing bodies around her.
Finally, her small frame slide out from the thick of them and she was near the darkened tables in the back. She had had to get away from all the drunken bodies groping and dancing around her. Crowded places like this scared her, why had she even come in? That's right...she had needed to get out, needed to get out of the stuffiness of her rented house. She had been more or less tucked away in there for the past few monthes, but she had finally coaxed herself out for the night.
Now, pale blue grey eyes peered out underneath thick black lashes as she searched for an empty table. Dear gods, why was this so hard? Most of them were filled with more drunken dropping bodies and she shuddered some and drew in a breath, chest rising, then let it out slowly, eyes still scanning until she finally found one. Yes, that was perfect. It was more or less a booth table with a comfortable rounded seat around it. She quickly moved to take it up before anyone else would, tossing her purse beside her and leaning her body back against the seat. She tilted her head back, resting her head comfortably and closed her eyes, feeling the music's bass thrumming through her flesh and she let herself relax to the beat of it for the moment, letting it engulf her...this is exactly what she needed, to relax.
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 2, 2006 6:55:32 GMT 1
A young mortal woman sat down at the booth across from me...but no, that was wrong. Not entirely human...I could sense something different about her, not vampire, but not human either.
I glanced at the corpse propped up next to me. Something told me he wasn't going to be offended if I left his side. I patted his shoulder anyway and told him to hold down the fort. I laughed at my own joke and waited a moment until my chuckles had subsided before stumbling over to the woman's table. Woman...more like child, really. She was terribly small, innocence stamped all over her doll like face. Child...doll...doll child, Clau--I shook the thought away and slid into the opposite side of the booth.
She had her head tilted back, indirectly exposing her white delicate neck. Hmm...bad move at a bar filled with vampires, darling. Luckily for her, the wasted mortal had not only put my blood lust on a temporary pause, but he had also put me in an abnormally benevolent mood and even the thought of a little drink from her was not exactly on my agenda.
I could tell she was lost in the music, I had found myself so very often with that same contented expression on my face, usually when lying on the couch in the parlor of the Rue Royale, playing my music loudly on the radio partly for the mesmerizing sounds and partly for the pleasure of hearing Louis complain about needing an quiet environment to read. Because of her submission to the music, her mind was open like a fresh wound and I was able even in my foggy state of mind to catch the name "Allura". I searched deeper and managed to grab hold of some information about France. Well that certainly sparked my curiosity.
"Allura," I said quickly, tapping on the table to get her attention. "Now, I have a bet with that man over there--" I jabbed my thumb in the direction of the dead mortal at my table, "--that you aren't from around here. Let me guess...France? Am I close? I lived in France for a while, you know. Haven't been there in ages. Dying to get a chance to visit. Well, not literally. The first one was though. Ages. What's it like now, France, I mean?" My words were tangling and confusing themselves but coming out like a rapid river with a broken dam.
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Post by Allura Hall I on Dec 2, 2006 7:18:29 GMT 1
The sound of her name being called made her literally jump and stumble against the seat, bolting upright, eyes wide as she stared upon the pale handsome blonde haired man who sat across from her. She peered har at him. Did she know him somehow? No...that was impossible, she didn't know anyone here. She frowned softly and pulled her knees up to press to her chest, curling into herself. She remained silent for a long moment, staring at him with wide pale blue grey eyes, like a deer in head lights.
"I...How did you know all that?"
She asked softly, not even sure if he could hear her over all the noise. Her heart thudded hard in her chest and she swore she might have a heart attack right then and there. How had he known her name and where she was from? It was unsettling. Then a thought struck her and her face paled even more than it was. Had her father sent him after her? Paranoid, maybe...but when a stranger person suddenly knew your name and where you were from, you were allowed to be a little bit suspicious of them.
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 2, 2006 7:29:15 GMT 1
Allura's eyes widened and I could faintly hear the quickened beat of her heart. Hadn't meant to frighten her per se...then again, hadn't exactly not meant to frighten her. She was so...corruptable. A bit too tempting in that sense for her own good.
"No need to get fired up about it, cherie," I told her. "I'm just terribly good at things like that. You could say it's in my blood." I gave her a wink. "You ought to...you know--" I made some inarticulate hand gesture, "--close your mind a bit. Don't know who could pick up on...whatever." Words were dropping from my dictionary faster than dead flies. I'd say one thing and then completely forget what I was talking about midway through the sentence. "Anyway," I started again, "you didn't answer my question. About France, you know. I've got a very important bet to win."
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Post by Allura Hall I on Dec 2, 2006 7:59:22 GMT 1
She remained curled up into herself, her slender arms wrapped around her legs as she peered out at him. His explaination that he was simply good at that? She didn't buy it. That wouldn't explain him knowing her name. A look of confusion came over her face. "Close my mind? Pick up?" She asked softly, her voice questioning. What was he talking about? She thought he might have been talking about reading her mind, and she would have said he was nuts, but knowing that she had the powers to kill and give life at a touch...who knew what was out there. Another unsettling thought....she didn't much like the thought that someone would be in her head. She was pulled out of her thoughts by his question and she frowned softly. "Yes...I'm from France..." She said softly, the frown still curving her lips. Had he been reading her mind? That was even more unsettling and she tightened her arms around her legs, her small frame huddled against the booth seat.
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 2, 2006 22:35:19 GMT 1
"Ha!" I let out a loud bark of a laugh. "I knew I could smell a Frenchman from a mile away. Frenchwoman too. Mind if we speak in French?" I said, switching into my French tongue. I was becoming more comfortable with the sound of my own voice in my ears and relaxed into the seat with my arms stretched out on the top of the backrest.
"I terribly love the language, but haven't been able to use it in quite some time. How's France doing these days? When I was there...well, I was born in a hellhole. Auvergne, to be exact. I don't recommend it. In fact, by now I bet it doesn't even exist more. I wouldn't be surprised if the water simply swallowed it up and turned it into a giant lake. But Paris, now, there's a place worth my time. I swear, if New Orleans wasn't so damn fantastic I would move to Paris in the blink of an eye."
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Post by Allura Hall I on Dec 3, 2006 7:58:57 GMT 1
She jumped a little as he laughed and her startled eyes peered out at him beneath full lashes, peeking above her knees. She shook her head softly as he requested to speak in french. She coiled back some in her seat as she watched his arms stretch out upon the top of the backseat, her body visably recoiling. She stared at him silently as he spoke, asking questions about France and going on about how he was born and other such things. He didn't even react to her questions about closing her mind. Her fingertips played with the edges of her skirt nervously as she sat there. "I'm from Paris....And...from what I know, it's...well...Paris, France..." She murmured softly, unable to pry her eyes away from him. He was very handsome, in an almost unnatural sort of way, but he gave off a different energy than other people she usually met. Was he not human? The thought sent a chill through her, letting it crawl down her spine to settle at her base. Every warning flag was up...but she had been jittery and frightened ever since she had left home. She had been fairly setttled in her life, her parents had been rich and she had been born with money. She frowned softly and quickly turned her wrist in, so that the burn there wasn't noticed. She didn't much care for showing it to people and she often tried to keep it covered. It was an ugly reminder of her father's cruelty.
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 4, 2006 0:29:21 GMT 1
The noises from the bar were washing over me in inconsistent waves, the clink of wine glasses, the dull throb of the music, the hammering of jaws going a mile a minute, few mortals broadcasting thoughts without knowing it (like me touch me kiss me love me). All of it was terribly distracting, and Allura's whisper was weaving in and out of my attention.
"What? Darling, you're going to have to speak up if you want to say something. I can't stand people who don't talk right. If you have something to say, say it, don't whisper like you're hiding something. You know, there was this Roman orator once--" I paused and felt the need to explain myself. The sound of my voice was heaven on my ears in my confused state. "--and don't think I know all about Roman orators, because unlike some I don't store my head with useless knowledge. No, but this, Marius told me on one of his rants, he talks more than me, imagine! And he's full of useless--anyway, what was I talking about? Useless, Marius...oh, right, Roman orator. His name was...something terribly Roman. Anyway, he couldn't speak, had a god awful lisp. So he went to the beach everyday and stuffed pebbles in his mouth and tried to speak over the crashing of the waves. Become one of the best Roman orators. Mon dieu, can you believe that? That's Marius for you...walking dictionary of useless knowledge, but every once in a while he's got a good story."
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Post by Allura Hall I on Dec 5, 2006 10:08:35 GMT 1
Allura frowned softly as he spoke of how he could not hear her and she was not surprised...most people had trouble hearing her speak. She watched as he babbled on about some roman orator and she wasn't sure if he was drunk or not, the way he was blabbling. It made her more nervous. Why had he come and sat with her to began with? He still hadn't really explained how he had known those things about her and that made her even more nervous. When he was done, she hesitated and then uncurled her legs some and hesitantly crawled over the seat a little closer to him, her long dark grey skirt almost getting tangled in her legs and then stopped a few feet away from him and brought her knees up again, keeping her arms around her legs protectively as she raised her voice a little.
"I said...I'm from Paris....And...from what I know, it's...well...Paris..." She said, eyes eyes unable to be pried away from him as she spoke. He was inticing to the eye, but also frightening to her and she couldn't seem to look away.
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 14, 2006 19:56:44 GMT 1
She scooted closer to me and I closed the gap between us. "Yes...I suppose that is a way to describe Paris," I said. But, truth be told, I suddenly didn't want to talk about Paris anymore. Come to think of it, Paris harbored too many memories. Some of my best memories, perhaps, but also some of my worst.
"How long have you been here?" I said, changing the subject. She looked a lot younger closer up, but her eyes seemed older somehow. Then again, perhaps I was imagining things. I put an arm around her shoulder because it seemed to make sense. "You have family with you?"
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Post by Allura Hall I on Dec 19, 2006 8:10:18 GMT 1
Allura's pale bue grey eyes widened as she felt him close the gap between them and suddenly, she was petrified to the spot, muscles tensed and eyes wide, fear playing upon them and she could not keep it from showing. Her arms tightened more around her legs, pale slender small fingers clutched tightly into her arms, nails digging into the pale soft flesh there, almost breaking flesh. She heard his voice in her ear and she jumped, startled by it somehow. Sudenly, she felt his arm slide around her pale mostly exposed shoulders and she damn near jumped out of her flesh as, if one could even fathom, her eyes widened even more and a slight tremor passed over her, nails digging in harder, and this time she did draw a little blood. She was silent for several seconds before parting those small doll like lips to speak, but nothing came out. She shut her mouth and then tried again, her voice small and stampering as she spoke. "I....I've only been here a few monthes..." She said, eyes still wide as those waist long ebony locks framed her pale dolly like face. "I have no family here...they are all back home..." She said. And she hoped that that was where they would stay, for she wished to distance herself from them as much as possible. She trembled a little, her tiny 5'0 frame curled up and shaking visibly next to his own as she sat there wide eyed, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
(Wow....actually managed a post...now let me try to tackle the other two....>.>....))
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 24, 2006 5:25:48 GMT 1
Fear was emanating from her body like a sharp stench. Even in my semi-conscience state I could feel it running quick through her. I hadn't truly noticed it, however, until a smell of not an entirely different nature caught my attention. A soft smell, wafting in and out of the air like roses. Freshly exposed blood not unlike that which I had only moments ago been frantically sucking between my lips rose from her flesh and under her nails. The all too familiar heat of lust stirred inside me and if I hadn't already mostly satisfied my hunger I would have had a hard time controlling myself. It did occur to me, however, that she was being awfully careless and perhaps, just perhaps, I would be doing her a favor by...ah...teaching her a lesson or two.
Louis had always chided me with Claudia, telling me I was too strict with her and I needed to go lightly with her. Maybe it was her doll like frame and her childish innocence that sparked a small desire to discipline her. What Louis never understood is no one ever learns anything unless they are taught the hard way. Hell, many don't even learn after that. I should know. Ah, but what was I saying? My head was buzzing.
"No family," I mused, speaking so softly I was almost purring. "No matter, I never liked my family much either. My father was a miserable bastard and so were my siblings. My mother was the only sensible one and now I hardly ever see her. Then again...that lack of protection can leave one awfully...vulnerable." I suddenly faked a gasp of surprise and gently pried her arm from her knees. "Oh, but you're bleeding, cherie. You didn't do this to yourself, did you? Pain is a terrible thing to inflict on yourself..." I dipped my head down to give the cut on her arm a chaste kiss before leaning back once more and licking the small blood droplets off my lips, "...especially when there are plenty people that would be more than willing to do it for you."
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Post by Allura Hall I on Dec 24, 2006 13:15:27 GMT 1
She sat as still as she could, body petrified to the spot as she heard him speak, rambling on about his family. She really didn't care, she just wanted him to go away, to leave her alone. His last words sent a chill down her spine and then she damn near had a heart attack as he easily pried her arm from around her legs, speaking those words before placing a kiss upon the wound, his lips brushing over her flesh and a shiver passed through her, her heart thumping hard in her chest, fear clutching her stomach in knots as she stared at him as if he were the boogey monster himself. She watched as he licked the blood from his lips and a wave of cold passed through her body at his last words, a breath catching in her throat.
"Th-there are?" She said, her voice nearly a squeak as she spoke, looking even more small and doll- like as she curled tightly into herself, though her arm was still in his grasp and she finally managed to be able to move and she attempted to pull her arm away from his grasp. "Y-you're not...one of those people...are you?" She asked in a tiny voice, fear making her body tremble next to his own as her other arm tightened instinctively around her slender legs.
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 28, 2006 7:22:50 GMT 1
I flashed her a toothy grin and let her wrist go before using my arm I still had around her shoulders to pull her closer to me. I got close enough so I could feel my breath ricochet off her ear and against my lips and spoke softly.
"Me? Oh no, darling...not tonight, at least. You see..." I batted an eye at the corpse at my abandoned table, "...my dear friend over there seems to have sated my sadistic cravings for the moment. But there are others, cherie, in this bar, in this night, in every night for that matter, crawling with them..." I let out a sigh and closed my eyes as though weary at the simple idea of vampires swarming the nights. It did, in fact, have its downfalls. Too many vampires in the same place, all that bloodlust and craving for excitement running quick in time's veins...it made everything so competitive, so unpredictable. Which was fine by me, I suppose, as long as I was the predictably unpredictable one and as long as I won all the competitions.
"I'll tell you what," I said, opening my eyes one again and keeping my voice at a whisper but dropping my sensual softness. "I'll let you in on a little secret on how to protect yourself if you let me in on a little secret of yours first. What the devil are you? I can tell you're not mortal...let me guess...a witch of some sort? Certainly not Mayfair...alright, I can't guess it, tell me."
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Post by Allura Hall I on Mar 23, 2007 6:27:09 GMT 1
If the smile that flashed those sharp teeth hadn't caused her a heart attack, the next move of his arm to draw her closer almost did. Her breath caught in her throat and she could feel his breath was over her pale tender flesh, causing chill after chill to roll down the length of her spine. The fear almost made her forget that her wrist had been let go, but after a few short moments, she was quick to bring the slender arm back around her pulled up knees, the fabric of her long skirt fluttering around her legs. Her eyes were wide as she listened to his words, a small visable tremble passing through her as he spoke of his 'sadistic cravings' being satisfied for the moment. Would she be his next victum? The very thought of it terrified her....and the thought of more like him....she couldn't even think about that.
There was a brief silence from him as a sigh escape his lips, brushing down against her earlobe and down the side of her throat. She kept perfectly still. She might have tried to dart away from him, if fear didn't paralyze her to the spot. When he spoke again, it was a whisper, but it had lost it's....what was the word for it? It was almost like velvet to the flesh, alluring...but it made her almost fear him even more. There was something about it that was sensual and pulling, even in her fear for him. His words surprised her though and she was silent for several seconds. She started to speak, but only a stamper came out and she had to silence herself for a few more moments before finally speaking again.
"A....A witch? I....I don't think so...I..don't know....what I am...I...."
She went silent again, her thoughts racing. She didn't even know what she was, how could she tell him? And did she even want to tell him? But what if she didn't and he hurt her? Her mind was chaos and she tried to think, tried to gather her thoughts. Her bottom lip trembled a little and she tried to speak again.
"I....I don't know...what I am...I...I can....do things...I..."
She paused for a moment, as if uncertain of if to go on, or even how to go on, but she spoke again.
"A....a couple of years back...I...the maid...she...she had a heart attack...and....when I checked her pulse...I knew she was dead...I was so scared...and then...something happened...and...She was alive again....and...when it was done...the plant...the plant was dead...I...I don't know how....and then...."
She grew silent again and this time it was not for a loss of words, or because of the fear...but a look passed over her face, a fear mixed with sorrow and pain and she quickly lowered her eyes down, her hair sliding to nearly hide her face. That night....she wanted to erase it from her memory...she didn't want to remember the look on his face, that look of terror, of complete fear for his life..and the fact that he looked so terrified of HER. She closed her eyes tightly, but began to speak again.
"And then....there was one night...before I ran away....when...I was at...some event...my brother had went with me and...me and this boy...we went for a walk....he..."
She drew in a shaky breath and paused for a moment and when she finally spoke again, there was a pain in her voice, as if she were on the verge of tears.
"He started...to touch me....and...I told him to stop..but he wouldn't...and...I went to push him away...I was so scared...and then...something happened....my hands...I couldn't pull them away...his eyes...I can't forget his eyes...they were so wide...and...he was so frightened...his skin...his body...it was like...there was black...or...I think it was....it happened so fast...his body...it...started to deteriorate...to...I don't know what happened..it was like...I could feel his life....flowing into my hands..my arms....it...it was like nothing I had ever felt before...and then...he just....he just wasn't alive anymore...his body fell...and it was like...there was nothing more to pull...I couldn't stop it...I couldn't fight it....and he was dead..."
A small almost inaudible cry escaped her lips and she bit her lower lip hard to try and muffle anything else from escaping. After a moment, she spoke again.
"It was like a nightmare I couldn't wake from...and...my brother...he was there...he had such a strange look on his face...and then...he helped me bury the body....he told me he would never tell....but...my parents...they...they wouldn't understand...my father...my father I know...I know that he'd hurt me....or worse...."
She opened her eyes and they flickered to the burn on her wrist. She reached slender fingers out, sliding them over her arm to the burn and she felt a pain tear through her chest, remembering how the burn had gotten there.
"I had to go...I had to leave....I knew that they would find out...somehow...they would know...and I couldn't stay...so...so I ran...and I've been running ever since...I don't know what I am....I try...to stay away from people...it's been...a while since I've even left my apartment...I finally...convinced myself...that I should...but....I don't even know...how it all happened....I don't know how I did it...I...I can't control it...I...I try not to even use it...I find...that sometimes...when I get scared...something small will happen...like....plants....plants will die...around me...I...I don't know...."
She said in a small voice, almost barely a whisper. She kept her eyes down, her hair around her delicate doll like face, for the moment, even her fear of him forgotten.
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Post by Lestat II on Apr 15, 2007 0:09:35 GMT 1
Like a shot of a gun, somehow I'd pulled some trigger in her and words ran like blood from her lips. Stammered, nonsensical, repeating herself and dropping in and out of sentences like an old radio fading and returning. In her mind I could sense the pull of chaos, stories with missing reels flipping on and off. It was disorienting, to say the least. Which, by the way, in my already disoriented state, did absolutely nothing to help my sanity. I felt like I was swallowing mouthfuls of stale air. I tried to inwardly shake off this dizziness, but it clung to me like a dying victim. They do that sometimes, while I'm draining them and it's gone past the point of little drink, right before their limbs go completely weak, they'll grip my shoulders tightly as though to pull me toward them, as though to say finish it, finish me, don't stop, I'm so close, I can feel it--
Maids, hands, dying plants, deteriorate...I could sense her fear leaving her for the moment as she became caught up in her own story. Despite myself, I found I was quite hypnotized by it all as well. Really, now, here was something I had never heard of before. And when you have lived two hundred years and find something new...well...now there's a rush.
She had worked herself up and now she was on the verge of tears. She paused and I gave her a small silence before she continued, slightly calmer now, to talk about her family. I noticed her move her fingers to a small, dark, circular burn on her arm as she did so, and it didn't take much imagination for me to figure out where the burn had come from. Having grown up with a less than "normal" family myself, I could sympathize. Bastards of brothers, a blind father who threw tantrums and raged at me whenever he had even the smallest opportunity to do so, and a mother who's bloody lips have kissed my own in the shadows of Magnus' tower. Not exactly Brady Bunch material myself.
And her she was. A runaway, much like old myself. But much unlike myself, she was alone and frightened. I had gone to Paris and started a new, however brief, life as an actor with Nicki. Here she had run to New Orleans and was looking a bit like she had bitten off more than she could swallow.
How much her sad blue eyes suddenly reminded me of sharp green emeralds of a lost rat-hunter I had once known. Perhaps it was irrational, but I felt a small, strange protective tug mixed with an itching curiosity.
"I see," I mused, watching her intently and almost certain the interest in her situation was evident in my voice. "Tell me," I continued after a small pause, "what does it feel like? When you give and take a life? I too have given and taken life more often than I can count, but (nearly) all mine have been intentional."
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Post by Allura Hall I on Apr 15, 2007 6:35:21 GMT 1
As she stared forward, it was as if everything else were forgotten....there was nothing and everything there within them all at once...pain, fear, anger, confusion, and then for brief moments, sometimes when she was lucky, she may feel numb...but it never lasts. She was broken out of her revelry as he spoke and she jumped next to him, her eyes suddenly going large as she snapped her face up to look at him and she was silent for several seconds and a number of emotions flickered over her face.
"I....I only did it once...."
She said defensively....but why did she care to defend herself at all in front of a killer such as he? Why was she even still here? But she kept feeling the need to justify herself as if it may bring her some sort of redemption for her sins. Her family would have told her she was unclean, tainted, beyond help, beyond saving. She would be called an abomination....was that what she was? Was she an abomination? She couldn't be....no...monsters like Lestat were abonimations weren't they? Or was it people like her family who were the real monsters? She didn't even know anymore. She was damned either way....
She drew her attention back to him and for the first time in some time, she forced her head to clear a little to really think about the question.
"It....It felt as if...as if my body were over taken....throbbing with life...with....this powerful pumping energy....I was ashamed of it...but...it felt GOOD...I felt as if I were ten times the human I was...as if...I would never go tired...never feel pain or illness in those moments. I....I tried not to revel in it though...I already knew what my parents would think of this...this...thing...in me....I didn't want to make it worse....I guess...I still hope that there's a way...to fix myself...that...maybe if I can find a way to fix myself...I can just go back to normal...no more running...no more fear of being unclean...of being a monster...of being an abomination....but how can something so bad feel like it did? It felt right...not just good, but RIGHT....like it was suppose to be...even though I know it isn't...it can't be..."
She murmured and then frowned softly, downcasting her face a little again, her brows furrowing slightly in her doll like face as if to think.
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Post by Lestat II on Apr 19, 2007 20:41:42 GMT 1
She was confusing herself now and going through arguments I had heard what feel like a thousand times. "We are damned!" He had repeated, over and over, emerald eyes flashing. "We kill innocent mortals nightly how can we be anything but evil?" Good and evil...devil and angel...monster and "normal"...mortal and immortal...and again and again. It's tiring enough to listen to, I can't imagine why Louis never fell flat on his face with mental exhaustion halfway through every night. I decided to play my old cards without really knowing why I was still bothering to go through the motions.
"Ignore, for a moment," I said, lifting her chin easily with a finger so I could see the torment in her eyes better, "you family. Ignore this right and wrong that you seem so terribly infatuated with. Humor me, just for now.
"Imagine..." I paused for a moment, then began again, "imagine the wolf and the hare. The wolf kills because it is in his nature to do so, yes? It something feels right how can it possibly anything but right? Do you see what I am saying? You have the gift to give and take life...who's to say whether that is a good or bad? It simply is. I drink from mortals every night because I have fangs fashioned to cut throats. What would the purpose of them be if I wasn't made to drink from mortals? They would be useless." I flashed her a smile. "I do only what it is in my nature to do. It would be much easier for you simply to do the same."
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Post by Allura Hall I on Apr 21, 2007 6:57:25 GMT 1
She had lost herself in her own confusing thoughts and when she felt his fingers lift her chin up, her eyes staring up blankly into his own for a moment until she realized who he was again...and what he was saying, taking a few moments to register. For a few moments, all she could think about was how his fingers were cool on her flesh and the chaos kept running through and through her head again...over and over and she struggled to grasp unto his words. She started to speak, to object....but her words died on her lips as she listened to him speak. The wolf and the hare? The concept whirled within her thoughts and confusion flickered within her eyes.
"But..."
She went silent again, thinking it over....it made sense, and yet her mind wanted to reject it. Years of trained thoughts, of trained ways of life...a way of thinking...it wanted to reject it all. BUt at the same time, it haunted her mind in it's logic.
"I...I never thought of it that way before....it...it makes sense...but it can't be...it has to be wrong, doesn't it? It's taking an innocent's life...it's...what purpose does that have? What purpose does killing have? For you...perhaps...it is to sustain your own life...but for me....what is it's purpose? I...."
The words died on her lips again and the confusion was thick in her voice, and was apparent in her eyes. She lifted her eyes once more to his own, flickering over them, searching...as if they might find anwsers. For the first time, she was caught off guard a moment with how beautiful they were, the colors within them, they seemed so unnatural, but breathtakingly beautiful all at once.
"It's to lead them in...to lure prey....for how else could something so monsterous be so beautiful?"
She whispered and then he pale cheeks flushed red as her senses came back to her and she quickly lowered her face.
"I'm...I'm sorry...I....that was wrong...I..."
Why she was apologizing to a monster seemed horrificly insane to her, but somehow her manners stuck with her, even as she spoke with what seemed to be the devil himself. His words made sense....but isn't the point of the devil's seduction, to seem so right? She didn't know anymore....she couldn't understand any of it. Even her confusion and her racing thoughts had overran her fear of him for the moment and that sent alarms flying through her mind. Her small slender fingers were nervously playing with the hem of her skirt, her chin tucking against her uplifted knees as she did so, long waist length locks like a curtain around her form, as if to hide her embarrassment of her statement from the world, and to hide from her own insane thoughts.
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Post by Lestat II on Apr 21, 2007 17:25:12 GMT 1
I watched intently as my words began to sink in, as she slowly began to understand. It was fascinating, the changes in her little dolls face darkened with damnation. Her eyes flashed, her lips frowned, I had tangled in the web of my amoral logic and I could see her struggle not to accept it. I could hear it too, when mortals concentrate hard they have a habit of broadcasting their thoughts without knowing it. She was taking everything I said with more seriousness than even I had taken it and I felt quite pleased with myself. Remembering Louis and his constant protests, always poking holes in my argument, putting up high walls between him and me, avoiding my train of thought like the plague. This Allura, she listened well. Perhaps too well for her own good. Like the snake whispering seductively in Eve's ear. My china doll, do you feel tempted yet?
"I...I never thought of it that way before" She said slowly, "....it...it makes sense...but it can't be...it has to be wrong, doesn't it? It's taking an innocent's life...it's...what purpose does that have? What purpose does killing have? For you...perhaps...it is to sustain your own life...but for me....what is it's purpose? I...."
Ah, there was that word. The million dollar question. Purpose.
She turned to my eyes, searching them frantically as though for an answer. What did she see, I wondered. Did she see right through me? Did she see an actor, a bluffer, father of lies? Did she see a man of confidence, of determination, someone who laughed in the face of the angels and the devils? Or did she see a child, still swooning slightly from the drugs quick in his veins, who would kill for someone to talk to?
"It's to lead them in..." she mused, almost hypnotically, "to lure prey....for how else could something so monstrous be so beautiful?"
I was caught off guard then. I had a habit of putting people into trances without realizing it, hence why I put an effort into wearing sunglasses when I talk to mortals. I knew my eyes always betrayed me, whether there was something in the multitude of colors found there--the blues, grays, dark violets--or perhaps something...else, something more horrific, some truth in them only the innocent could see. So monstrous...yes, that was me, wasn't it? So monstrous...yet so beautiful.
She turned away, blood blushing her cheeks. She was stammering an apology now. "I'm...I'm sorry...I....that was wrong...I..."
I felt a crooked smile take over my lips. She was guilty, afraid she had offended who she assumed to be the devil. What a kind heart. What a soft soul. Apologizing to evil incarnate. I could love her.
She folded into herself then, quite literally. Tucked her chin under her knees, hugged her legs, hide her face with a waterfall of black hair.
"What do you see in me?" I asked softly. "Do you take me for the devil?" I lowered my head close to her ear and lowered my voice as well. "Do I frighten you, love?" Her hair was soft, so soft, like a fine silk. I ran my fingers through it, brushing it away from her face gently. "Why don't you run then? Why do you stay and apologize to evil? Afraid you'll hurt my black heart?"
I moved my hand to the side her face, turning her to look at me. And, like that, suddenly became more than a game of cat and mouse.
"You ask me about purpose," I purred, "Purpose...in who's eyes? In God's? I could live without killing. I do it because it slakes my lust. Is that enough reason to take a life? Perhaps...there is no divine purpose to life or death at all. And is that really so bad?"
My little doll made of glass, have I cracked your delicate exterior? How far did I want to take this? Little doll, little doll, she reminded me of a poem, reminded me of a night, reminded me of a little girl.
"Cover her face." I murmured under my breath, "Mine eyes dazzle. She died young."
She died young. She died young. She died young... Like the thump of my heart, the beat of my breath, those words over and over again in my mind. Sparkling child's laugh, her little doll's face, her blonde curls that framed her face, her innocent lips red with blood.
Before I could stop myself, I dipped my head down and caught her lips in mine, kissing her soft lips slowly but roughly.
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Post by Allura Hall I on Apr 22, 2007 0:56:35 GMT 1
Oh, if words could seduce, even someone such as herself....they could, they reached her ears like velvet upon flesh, so soft and probing. His question caught her off guard...because she was struggling within herself, wondering the same things. His lips were so close to her ear now, his voice lowering and she caught herself holding her breath, her heart fluttering in her chest as she felt him push away her curtian of hair, felt him trail nimble fingers through it as if to savor it...then felt his fingers pull her face to gaze back upon him again and it was almost too much, to look upon that face. She had never felt herself so drawn and so uttering afraid of something before in that moment. She was whispering now as she spoke, her eyes betraying everything going through her own mind.
"I see the devil, and yet it is so beautiful to me....and it is wrong...and it is frightening....you frighten me...yes...but I know not why I do not run....it is as if I were petrified to the very spot, both by my fear and by your sway....could something ever hurt a heart such as yours? I do not know why I apologize...when in your eyes, I could die at this moment, and you would care not, for isn't it not in your nature?"
She whispered....her voice cracking a little and then his next words sang to her and she could feel emotions welling within her. Why did she fight so much? It was the fear....it was more than just morals, it was her fear, fear of what would happen...fear of her family, fear of society....fear of herself. Would she become a monster like himself? What was he, truely?
Everything within her mind vanished as he suddenly was pressing his lips to her own, slow...but pressing, rough...and she could feel her breath catch in her throat, feel her heart ready to burst within her own chest....fear, excitement...it all overwelmed her and she could do nothing but stay in that spot...
She suddenly had an urge and she could not stop herself...she lifted a hand up and slender fingertips traced over the flesh of his face. She had to touch him in that moment, had to know that he was real and she was not having some dream, some nightmare, something so surrealistic. It was smooth and perfect...and yet so wrong at the same moment...in that moment, it seemed to sybolize everything he was in her eyes, and what she feared she would be, or was already. A soft gasp escaped her lips against his own and she suddenly felt as if she could not breath. She could feel something happening and she knew what it was before she could stop it.
It was like the powers within her were seeking, searching for it's nearest target....the first thing it hit was a plant nearby...and as her gift began to clutch it's fingers around it's essence, it began to quickly wilt and finally crumble....the small burst of energy lightly beganing to cause a soft glow in her arms....but then it sensed something else...it felt hungry, as it had been surpressed for so long. A waitress....she had made her way towards thier table...at the wrong moment, the wrong time....and as she approached the table, her gift began to take her as well, setting her to be petrified to the spot, as if caught by the constricting snake. Her eyes had gone wide and her skin became a strange darker color....almost a deep tint of reddish purple as the very life within her was taken.
At that moment, Allura forced herself to pull away from Lestat...her back pressing to the back of the seat, eyes wide as she realized exactly what was going on...but she could not stop it. She watched as the woman began to slowly shrivel herself...as if time had clutched her body and were fast forwarding the woman's life long before she was meant to. Before long, there was nothing left and the body collapsed to the floor in a lifeless heap....
Allura's flesh was glowing softly, pumping with it's new found life that it had just consumed. Her body, as if let go by some force that had held her there, slumped down further into the seat and she was breathing harshly, still staring in horrified shock at the spot where the woman had stood.
"I...I..."
She stampered....her mind was racing, in a whirl....nothing made sense and she couldn't seem to gather her thoughts, to make sense of anything in that moment. She had killed again...she had killed again....this had to be a nightmare....It couldn't be real....not again....
In her mind, she could see her brother's face, the look upon it...that strange knowingness...that strange...almost...satisfaction? It struck a fear within her and she was skittering across the table seat, pressing herself to the back of it....her eyes flickering around quickly, as if not realizing where or who she was for a moment.
"No..."
She whispered, almost in a hiss and her eyes finally found Lestat's and she seemed to shrink into herself....
"What did I do...?"
She whispered once more and her eyes lowered to catch sight of her flesh, which still glowed softly from the intake of life energy and a thought struck her.
"They can't see me like this....no one can see me like this..."
She suddenly climbed underneath the table, her mind frantically trying to think on how she could hide the glow of her skin...the people in the club couldn't see her like this...if they hadn't already seen what had happened just then...Someone would come after her...someone would hurt her....She suddenly pressed herself up against the booth chair, pressing her forehead against the cool fabric as a sob escaped her lips. What was she doing? What had she done? What was she going to do?
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Post by Lestat II on Apr 22, 2007 7:04:08 GMT 1
Allura broke away from my lips with an almost violent suddenness and pressed so far deeply into the back of the seat it seemed as though it might swallow her whole. Her eyes were wide and her breath short and I half expected her to up and run. But, to my surprise, she wasn't looking at me; her eyes were glued on a waitress who stopped short of our table.
For a moment, I couldn't see why she was so fixed on the waitress, but when I kept watching I could see a look of perfect terror stapled to her face. Her skin was discoloring, turning from a pale white to red to a purplish blue. It was mesmerizing as I watched her age before my eyes, her youth shrinking and disappearing fast. Then, like a broken flower, her eyes fluttered once and glazed over and without a sound she dropped to the floor. Death was certainly something I was used to--my own victim was still sitting quietly and undisturbed at the table across from us. But the death I brought was a simple draining of blood which left the victim physically unchanged except for loss of color in their skin. But this...well, this was certainly...interesting. As though the very energy of her life was being sucked out of her by an invisible force.
I turned back to Allura to see her skin positively radiating. She was panting heavily and the look on her face was nothing short of horrified.
"I..." She started to speak, then tried again with little success, "I..."
I couldn't resist. I needed to know what was going on in her mind. Breaking her the walls of her mind was easier than breaking skin with a pair of fangs. Not that there was much I could untangle...mostly confusion and bewilderment...killed again...killed again...again...flash of a boy's face smirking coldly--
She skittered around the table and her eyes flashed back and forth with the wildness of a cornered animal on its last legs. Only something as primal as fear could turn such a timid young girl so lost and frantic. And what better fear was there than fear of yourself? Fear of what you could do to yourself, to others, fear of consequence...fears I had tasted more than once myself. The torment of the uncontrollable: nothing is predictable, nothing is safe.
Her eyes turned to mine. Brilliant blue orbs looking at me with such desperateness. Such pleading, such hopelessness. Save me, they seemed to yell. And then her voice...a soft trembling hiss:
"What did I do...?"
She looked down at her still glowing skin in horror. "They can't see me like this....no one can see me like this..."
And then she vanished underneath the table. I paused for a moment until I heard her chocking sobs. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. Like a child's crying. Louis wrote once of Claudia's crying in that little book of his. He described how he heard her cry for the first time since her birth to death after they had supposedly killed me and she feared losing him. Louis has a way with words, I'll give him that much. He has a way of making you see and hear things without ever having experienced them. This, however, I could not fathom. Claudia's crying I had never heard, save her tears as a mortal child. I wonder how I would have reacted had she suddenly fell to her knees sobbing in front of me. Would I have held her like a father? Would I have kissed away her tears like a lover? Would I have simply walked away and told Louis to take care of her like a heartless devil? Would it have mattered at all?
And yet...listening to the soft whimpers of Allura snapped something in me. I wanted to take her in my arms. I wanted to kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her eyes, her lips. I wanted to shush her. I wanted to let her know everything...everything would be alright.
This, of course, I would not do, drugs in my system or not. It was then I noticed behind me a plotted plant which I was almost certain had been green and lively before was brown and withered. I gave the bar a quick scan...then thought fuck it and slipped quickly under the table with her, crouching down so not to bump my head and resting on my haunches.
She was a mess, forehead against the booth, crying helplessly. So I did it. I broke her. Broke my glass doll. But that was what I had wanted, wasn't it? Why else had I pushed her so hard? We had been building to this moment, hadn't we? Well? The final question: What now?
"Darling," I said, ducking my head lower when I noticed a wad of gum smeared on the table above my hair, "you feel terrible guilt, don't you? You feel guilty because you believe you have done some crime or something you weren't supposed to do. You see blood on your hands and like Lady Macbeth you try to wash it off over and over again.
"Open your eyes. There is no blood. Your hands are clean. Yes, you killed that woman, but you did it only because your nature required it of you. You have done nothing more than fulfill your needs. Is that such a sin?"
I paused for a moment. "Come out from under the table. You look positively ridiculous." I hesitated, then against my better judgment added, "Please. You have nothing to hide from."
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