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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2006 1:43:10 GMT 1
The theatre lobby is where you can find many guests mortal and immortal alike awaiting to go into the show of their desire.
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Post by Sybelle on Nov 17, 2006 4:04:07 GMT 1
I recieved a note from Lestat. He said to meet him in the lobby at the theatre he had something he wanted to show me. Oh god what do I wear? Never fear.
I showed up in the lobby next to the grand entrance into the staging areas. I waited wearing a royal blue velvet sleevless dress. The front was shaped into a low V cut only stopping about three inches below my breasts and barely revealing a hint of breast. The dress fell to mid thigh and my hair was down and straight. My eyes were set off by the color of dress I had chosen and I was wearing black heels and clutching a black mini purse.
"Alright Lestat...you said to meet you here at 10pm. Here I am and where are you?" I said more to myself fidgiting and getting nervous by the minute.
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Post by Lestat II on Nov 17, 2006 4:18:30 GMT 1
I had left a note for Sybelle to meet me at the theater, hoping to straighten things out with her. I was fashionably late, of course, and I caught sight of her in a beautiful dress waiting nervously in the lobby. I grinned as I heard her mumble irritably under her breath and came up behind her, wrapping my arms quickly around her waist before she could spot me and fanning two tickets out in front of her.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you good things come with patience? I hope you haven't seen Phantom of the Opera already, because if you have be prepared to see it again, I picked up the tickets this evening."
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Post by Sybelle on Nov 17, 2006 4:24:20 GMT 1
Feeling his arms around me I smiled and then gasped when I saw the tickets. I hadn't seen that show. It was one that had been promised to me by someone before I was turned and he never took me. I turned in Lestat's arms and shrieked with happiness and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Oh god. I've always wanted to see that show. Thank you. But wait...why the gift?"
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Post by Lestat II on Nov 17, 2006 4:35:41 GMT 1
I smiled as I watched her light up at the sight of the tickets and accepted her friendly kiss. "And why not the gift? Am I not allowed to take to you the theater anymore? Or must I always have some alternative purpose besides simply feeling generous? Mon dieu, why aren't I able to give a gift without the recipient being suspicious? If you wish to see the show, simply thank me and don't question my reasons. Now," I checked my watch, "the show will start soon, and it's a couple hours long, so if you need to go out and grab a mortal before I suggest you do it now."
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Post by Sybelle on Nov 17, 2006 4:41:05 GMT 1
I looked at him and grinned. "You amaze me. Now kiss me on the lips." I said to him.
To get him to do what I wanted I pulled him closer and started kissing him and I felt his tounge within my mouth and when I did I bit his tounge. His blood flowed into my mouth and that little snakc would sustain me and I cut my tounge on his fangs and let my blood flow in to his mouth.
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Post by Lestat II on Nov 19, 2006 18:00:40 GMT 1
Normally I'm not one for following orders, but when Sybelle grinned coyly and told me to kiss her it was a demand all to easy to follow. I leaned down and planned to give her a gentle kiss but as soon as my lips met her own I knew I needed more and dipped my tongue into her mouth. Not seconds later I felt her teeth nick my tongue and I inhaled sharply in surprise as my blood filled her mouth. Ah, but she was a little lioness, wasn't she?
But then her tongue slipped into my mouth and I tasted her delicious blood. My hands rand down her body and rested at her waist, pulling her closer to me as we gave and took and fed each other's desire in the blood kiss. The terrible thing about exchanging blood that way, however, is that there is only so much you can give in a kiss and the lingering taste in your mouth and on your lips always leaves you wanting more more more. But there were plenty other occasions for more and we were in a public theater preparing to see a opera. And so I let her take some more blood from me and abruptly ended the sweet kiss before I got too caught up in my own lusts, hoping that kiss was enough to keep her hunger at bay.
"You're a little devil, you know that?" I said with a grin as I silently steadied my breathing. "Now, are you satisfied enough? Because if you are, we might as well find our seats."
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Post by Sybelle on Dec 10, 2006 14:18:50 GMT 1
I grinned up at Lestat and said, "mmm yes I am satisfied. Shall we go to our seats?"
I nipped at his ear playfully and some girls rushed up to us. They were giggling and screaming his name. "Uh Lelio? What's going on?" I said suddenly shying away from the anxious girls and hiding behind him.
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 22, 2006 22:46:05 GMT 1
Just as Sybelle graced my ear with a small nibble our little peace was interrupted. I spotted the group of giggling fan girls and couldn't stop the smile that curved at my lips. Oh, but mon dieu had I missed this! Louis couldn't stand fans, whether out of modesty of simply timidity I don't know, but I for one adored them. When my books were still hot on the shelves (not that they aren't hot now, only that they have at times been hotter) I would get stalkers of all sorts, peering into windows of the Rue and waiting for me in late night cafes. Most wanted nothing more than a secretive glance and light cast on their shadowy hope that maybe, despite all logic and everything they knew to be true, maybe Lestat de Lioncourt really did--?
It wasn't until the creation of my band did they really start getting bold. Fan mail came in buckets, I couldn't step out of the house without someone pleading for an autograph, and of course (my personal favorite) the few who would all but pounce on me in the dead of night and shove their precious necks in my face, begging for me to drink from them. Despite their pleas, I made it a rule never to bite even one of them, they were just too delightful (well...maybe one or two...but that's another story...).
And now, with the short-lived but fiery new production of Lestat: the Musical, fans had once again revived like a outbreak. I had once again infected their minds and graped hold of their love. The attention was positively delicious. Besides, what is better than people talking, thinking, and breathing nothing but me?
"Lestat?" One of the girls, the ringleader I took it, finally decided to make the first move and approached me, lips tight with repressed joy. Sybelle still hung behind me and I took her hand, winding her back around and wrapping my arm around her waist.
"Yes, that would be me," I said casually, very well aware of the explosive response those words would have on the anxious young mortal. However, I didn't want Sybelle to think I was ignoring her and so I quickly added, "And this is Sybelle, who's name you may know as well. She's the next greatest pianist."
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Post by Sybelle on Dec 23, 2006 2:50:39 GMT 1
I clung to Lestat with all my grip. I was scared. I had never had people surround me like they did him and it was rather odd. "Yes. He's right. I am Sybelle fledgeling of Marius de Romanus and love child to Armand." I said flashing my best smile.
One girl actually passed out because I had mentioned Armand's name. I looked at Lestat with a raised eyebrow. This was weird but I let it go simply because my beloved was enjoying himself. "Nice to meet you ladies, but if you don't mind, my boyfriend and I need to get to our seats. Perhaps some questions and autographs after the show if you all be good little girls and let us through?" I said to t hem.
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 23, 2006 5:48:04 GMT 1
I hadn't realized Sybelle wasn't enjoying the attention as I was until she grasped onto my arm and told the girls to let us through. I nodded in agreement and waved my hand dismissively, parting them like Moses parting the waters. I carefully stepped over the unconscience mortal and lifted Sybelle gently over her as well, winking at the fans as we deserted them. God, I love being loved.
I took two playbills from a woman handing them out and lead Sybelle over to the box-seats. I could really only go to the theater if I sat in the box-seats. For one thing, being in a mortal audience was distracting for a variety of reasons and seeing the actors up so close made me nostalgic. For another thing, box-seats offered a comfortable amount of privacy...what I chose to do with that privacy changed depending on who I was with.
I motioned Sybelle to her seat and sat down next her, flipping absently through the playbill. "Fan girls, eh? Can't live with them, can't live without them. Ah, the price to pay for fame. You should have seen the ones I had to deal with when I was in the band. Mon dieu, if I wasn't immortal I would have feared for my life." I looked through the cast list and, tired of the playbill already, made better use of it by rolling it up. I leaned over to Sybelle's ear and spoke low, although the opera hadn't yet started and there was no one sitting next to us. "You remind of a little of Christine Daae," I said softly. "I think you'll see what I mean. She's a little less..." I searched my mind for the right word but failed to find it. "...exciting than you are. A little less human. You're stronger than she is."
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Post by Sybelle on Dec 24, 2006 23:29:38 GMT 1
I smiled at my beautiful Lestat and kissed his cheek. "You're fans are cool...but really weird. And I dont know why. It's like they want to just excuse the term but fuck you, and then leave you in the morning while you sleep." I said to him with a soft giggle.
There were sparkles in my eyes from the lighting and I could see wonderfully from where we were sitting not to mention that everything was rather private. "I guess...that's something I just need to get used to." I said to him.
When he said I reminded him a bit like Christine Daae, I raised an eyebrow and said, "Lestat, explain because I don't know if that's a compliment or what."
I linked my hand with his and intertwined our hands.
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 25, 2006 0:46:02 GMT 1
I smirked at her comment about my fans and laughed. "Ah, but that's what groupies are, isn't it? I can't help it if I get such a following."
I felt her fingers curl around my own and I relished in the small intimacy. "Well...I don't want to give away the story, now do I?" I grinned and tapped her chin playfully. "Christine is the most beautiful singer who all but sells her soul to the devil for her talents. Take it as a compliment for now."
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Post by Sybelle on Dec 25, 2006 0:58:58 GMT 1
"Lestat you devilish fiend." I said with a laugh. I couldn't help it and then in the moment, I leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his lips. I was back with my lion. My lion.
"Do you think we'll ever have another wild night like we once had?"
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 25, 2006 5:19:35 GMT 1
I felt her soft lips gently press against mine before she pulled away and looked at me with shining eyes.
"Hmm," I said, pretending to be deep in thought as I pushed her hair behind her shoulder. "I suppose that remains to be seen, doesn't it?
I pulled my hand back and let it brush the back of her neck, my eyes never leaving her own.
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Post by Sybelle on Dec 25, 2006 5:40:49 GMT 1
I smiled at him and slid my chair closer to his. They were comfy chairs and what do you know...they didn't bolt them to the ground. "I would love to test our theory. Are those curtains or are they walls with just curtains for wallpaper?" I asked him.
I placed my hand on his leg. His upper thigh. I could feel him. He was watching my movement. The crowd was talking rather loud or so it seemed and I grinned wickedly at my lion. "The lioness within wants to come out."
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 25, 2006 6:25:51 GMT 1
I felt the warmth of her hand on my thigh and the lust I had repressed from our little tongue taste coming back to haunt me. Her words only stroked the fire. I reached my hand back and touched soft fabric.
"They're curtains...however...the opera is starting in a little more than ten minutes..."
The look on her face was positively tantalizing. My hand moved to the back of her neck and I pulled her closer to me. My words moved on as they had a life of their own. "I don't know if you want to--" I brought her into a quick but lingering kiss before I finished my sentence "--wait."
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Post by Sybelle on Dec 25, 2006 17:08:40 GMT 1
I smiled at Lestat and slipped onto his lap. Facing him. I was grinning. All he had to do was slip a hand up under the skirt of my dress and he'd realize that I had no undies on. That would turn him on big time. I leaned into him, my dress showing him a bit more breast and whispered, "I think we should behave for the time being. What do you think monsieur Lelio?"
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 27, 2006 20:14:02 GMT 1
Sybelle slid on to my lap and leaned closer, making it extremely difficult to keep my eyes from traveling from her face. I absently licked my lips.
"Yes," I said, my placing my hands on her legs, running them slowly up her creamy thighs, "we should most certain behave...it would be positively..." I dipped my head to her neck, breathing against her, "...devilish of us to do otherwise."
I kissed the silky skin of her neck as my hands continued their journey up her legs, slipping under her dress to rest on the top of her thighs. My, my...she seemed to be missing an essential little bit of clothing. My little lioness indeed. I cleared my throat and felt my heart pick up a beat. I wanted Sybelle to see the opera. I did. But she was making me terribly, terribly...greedy.
"A bit...presumptuous, are we?" I said, surprised by the small hitch in my voice that made my words flow into a purr.
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Post by Sybelle on Dec 31, 2006 18:33:13 GMT 1
I grinned at him as he found out my little secret. I wiggled a bit forwards and placed my hands on either side of his face bringing my own head down to kiss his lips. Then I kissed his left cheek in a trail to his ear before I whispered, "We'll play more after the show so that I might see it. I love Phantom of the Opera. Er well the book and the movie."
The lights went low and I scooted off to my chair. I watched the show with awe and it kept me still. I was amazed at Christine's voice. The one who was playing her was so wonderful. Just as I had imagined her voice to be. I mimicked in my head the songs. I sang beautifully but never in front of a crowd.
When the show ended I had a few tears in my eyes and I snatched Lestat's handkerchief which was surprisingly red out of his tux pocket and wiped at my eyes. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you my love. I enjoyed the show so much."
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Post by Lestat II on Jan 14, 2007 22:27:46 GMT 1
Sybelle left my lap for her seat and I scowled for a bit. I hate operas sometimes. Really, I do. Who in their right mind expects a large group of people to simply sit still for hours on end? It was ridiculous. No one should demand that much patience from me. I crossed my legs and stared at the actors in front of me. It was one of the breast best performances of the Phantom of the Opera I had seen so it should have been a easy couple hours, but my mind wouldn't focus.
Pay attention to the actors. Look, the actress playing Christine is positively splendid. She has a nice mouth lips voice. Not to mention, her dress is stunning.
And Rauol. Mon dieu, he's amazing. He sings with an intensity that would make one shudder. Would he cry out with that beautiful voice if I sank my fangs into his fragile mortal neck and drank from him slowly so to catch every beautiful curse that fell from his gifted lips?
I quickly found myself wishing to leave this hot, stuffy room and be greeted by a crisp, refreshing breeze outside. Why don't theaters come with windows? Do they want to suffocate their audience?
By the second act I was able to relax. Like I said, The Phantom and Christine were spellbinding and I lost myself to the story. Flashy costumes, intense scenes, a lovable devil, murder and action...you could say it is all right up my alley, really. And then the end always depressed me. It was one thing about the musical I hated. If I had written it, I would change it all around. Raoul could hang for all I care. He was a pretty-boy bastard. But The Phantom, now there--
Sybelle interrupted my thoughts by pulling my handkerchief from my shirt and kissing my cheek. I turned to her and noticed her eyes were glazed with red.
"You're welcome, cherie. I thought you would enjoy it. Can you see now why you remind me of Christine?” I decided to tease her playfully and my voice slipped into a soft hiss, imitating the Phantom. “Hmm, my wandering child?”
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Post by Sybelle on Jan 14, 2007 22:39:57 GMT 1
I smiled at him as he did his mock Phantom voice. I slid out of my seat and into his awaiting arms and snuggled him. "Hold me til we're out of here and then take me some place and make love to me lestat. And yes I see why I remind you of Christine." I said to him.
I kisesd him deeply and passionately then.
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Post by Lestat II on Jan 30, 2007 18:42:25 GMT 1
Sybelle made an offer I'd be a fool to decline and brought me into a passionate kiss. I let her kiss me for a moment before returning the kiss eagerly, dipping my tongue past her soft lips and kissing her slowly but insistently. My hand ran up the side of her dress and over the delicious curves of her body. As beautiful as her dress was, I suddenly longed for her to being wearing a shirt instead so I could slip my hand under her shirt and feel the soft skin of her stomach under my fingertips. My hand settled to her thigh instead where it ran lazily up and down her leg.
It occurred to me briefly that some place could take a while to find, and a while I did not have. What can I say, patience is certainly not one of my virtues. I pulled away slightly from the kiss for only a moment. "Yes," I said, and as I spoke I could feel my breath ricocheting off her lips and pattering mine, "we most certainly could go out and find some place, or we could simply..." I brushed my lips against her own once more and mumbled, "...stay here."
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