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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Sept 10, 2006 20:57:13 GMT 1
In Memory: The recent tragedy in New Orleans caused by hurricane Katrina has saddened me beyond words. I have never been there, and now I am heart sick to know that I might never be able to visit this once beautiful and vibrant city. The Following stories take place in New Orleans. As you read these amatuer works of role play fiction. Think tenderly of all those precious lives lost on that horrible day that Katrina blew into their beautiful city. I have known of New Orleans through Anne Rice books. Through her beautiful words in the voice of Louis de Point du Lac. I envisioned that beautiful city. As so have many other Anne Rice fans. As such I dedicate these amatuer works of fiction to that once beautiful city and all of the tender precious lives that were taken by Katrina on that fateful horrible day. p. 326 paperback "Interview with the Vampire" Louis' decription of beautiful New Orleans: "It was late spring of this year. And as soon as I emerged from the railway station, I knew that I had indeed come home. It was as if the very air were perfumed and peculiar there, and I felt an extraordinary ease walking on those warm, flat pavements, under those familair oaks, and listening to the ceaseless vibrant living sounds of the night." "Of course, New Orleans was changed. But far from lamenating those changes, I was grateful for what seemed still the same, I could find in the uptown Garden District, which had been in my time the Faubourg St. Marie, one of the stately old mansions that dated back to those times, so removed from the quiet brick street that walking out in the moonlight under its magnolia trees, I knew the same sweetness and peace I'd known in the old days; not only in the dark narrow streets of the Vieux Carre; but in the wilderness of Point du Lac. There were the honeysuckle and roses, and the glimpse of Corinthian columns against the stars; and outside the gates were dreamy streets, other mansions....it was a citadel of grace." Do you know what is means to miss New Orleans I miss it, each night and day The longer I stay away Miss the moss covered vines The tall sugar pines Where mocking birds use to sing And I like to see the lazy Mississippi Are hurrying to spring The Mardi Gras memories Of creol tunes that fill the air I dream of oleanders in June And soon I'm wishing that I was there Do you know what is means to miss New Orleans And there is something more I miss the one I care for More than I miss New Orleans Harry Conlick Jr. and now, on with the stories... ARRIVING AT THE RUE ROYALE NIGHTCRAWLER: “Madame de Lioncourt, it will be a pleasure to be a guest in your home. Indeed I am certain we shall meet again. Eternity is a nothing more then a mere continuous circle. And as they say in that god forsaken kingdom that belongs to a mere rat….It’s a small world after all. Till we meet again then…Mon chere, it would be an honor to see you again. If you ever need anything do give me a call… And remember, if you ever need anything or wish a friendly chat. The Nightcrawler will always be there…” "Tre bien Monsiuer Nightcrawler. Til the winds of time bring us together once again, I shall bid you a fond adieu.” My maker said as she gently took me into her arms and tightly wrapped her arms around my slender waist. And as my maker held me in a gentle yet firm embrace as she rose us swiftly into the cool night air. I wondered just how different my immortal life would be, had I chosen the wise and ancient Nightcrawler as my teacher to guide me through this strange new life instead of my wild tempered beautiful and blonde maker. ARRIVING AT THE RUE ROYALE:
Gabrielle: Having said our farewells. I quickly took to the night air, flying us high. So high, we almost seemed to touch the stars. And how beautiful my new daughter was. So very beautiful and precious in my cold and tight embrace. Her brilliant and bright clear blue eyes sparkling with awe as she gently lay her head upon my shoulder. Her many soft blonde curls delicately weaving with my own. Flying through the night sky in the direction of the United States. I briefly wondered just where we could spend our day. It was quite evident to me that my new child would not take well to the moist cool earth as I was so fond of. My Clarecia was different. Too young when made and definitely too spoilt by this ever modern era. 'Now. Where to go' I thought to myself as I sped us through the night sky. The bright stars above us twinkling beautifully like sparkling diamonds close enough to grab and put into your pocket. As we passed New York at a dazzling fast speed. I smiled as I felt I felt my sweet fledglings breathe whisper softly against my ear. Enlivening feelings deep within my heart that I truly had never felt before. Oh what horrid days those were when your after year I bred children like cattle! As we quickly and within minutes passed through all the southern states. I began to become more concerned as to where we should spend our necessary daily death sleep. I almost lost my beloved new daughter tonight to the ancient Nightcrawler. And the words of wisdom he spoke to her still rang in my ears. “A clever girl she seems. You should really embrace her talent and use it to the fullest. Soon enough you wont need to go on these wild goose chases after her. In time she‘ll be fine enough alone…but that is if she is clever enough to stay out of the predatory of a vampire…” Indeed, and such wise words they were. And it is for that very reason that I decided to take my beloved and beautiful new daughter to my sons home in New Orleans on the Rue Royale. As we neared the townhouses on the darkened streets of the historic neighborhood. I landed oh so swiftly at my sons front door. Taking a golden key encrusted with diamonds at the widest end. A little mothers gift from my beautiful son and maker after his horrid ordeal with the body thief. I quickly opened the door and stepped us inside. The entire place was dark yet wonderfully familiar to me. How sweet it was to gaze upon my sons fine furnishings, knowing he hand picked each piece himself. And how it warmed my cold hard heart. That despite my sons oh so unpleasant memories of his tender youth of our home in the isolated village on the furthest country side of France. Many of his furnishings were exact duplicates of French furniture which we had owned in that tired and ancient crumbling castle. Stepping lightly into the dark room of my sons parlour. I gently nudged my tender young fledgling awake. As she awakened from her light mortal sleep. I quickly scanned the room for candles. Quickly I spotted said candles and easily lit them using the mind gift. I have never been found of electrical lighting, finding the glare of such things an annoyance to my preternaturally sensitive eyes. "Where are we?" My sweet Clarecia said softly with a sweet and tender innocence. "We are in my sons home." I answered her as I slipped my exotic custom made zebra skin high heeled shoes from my slender feet. "In the city of New Orleans." "We are in Louisiana!" She said incrediosly. "Indeed we are." I replied somewhat startled by her excitement. "Then we are not far from my parents home. They live....we live in Georgia. Can you please take me there?" She asked oh so innocently and in such a sweet and tender voice. "NON!" I answered her oh so sharply. And then seeing the hopeless blood tears form in her tender eyes. I pulled her soft frame gently against mine. And softly whispered in her ear. "My darling, my young one, my eternal child. You no longer belong in their world. You are a child of darkness now. And you are my child. My eternal daughter and the only one I have ever made." And then I tenderly kissed her blood tears away as she innocently looked up into the face of death. The very face, cold and white that brought her into this world of darkness. Ah but then, we are both death now. "It grows late my darling one. Come." I said as I led her up the lavish stairs. "My son and his most beloved are not home at the moment. They are both travelers and come and go quite often as they please. As such, although they are not here at present they may arrive at any moment, or be gone for many months or even years to come." Reaching the top of the long and lavish staircase I stepped to the first door on the left and opened it. "This is the bedroom of Louis de Point du Lac." It is tightly secured to insure no daylight will enter, as are all of the rooms in my sons home. I am not a frequent visitor here. In fact, I rarely see or speak to my son or any of the immortals at all." Leading her to the farthest corner of the dark room which I had illuminated just a bit with a few wayward candles my little brother had on his dresser. I bent down and opened the lid to a simple mahogany coffin. "This is Louis' coffin, you may use it if you wish. Until I am able to procure you another. Or simply use the bed." I said pointing out the lavish large antique four poster bed. The choice is yours to make." I said as I began walking out of the bedroom door. "And where will you be?" My little Clarecia asked in a small and timid voice. "Ah cherie." I said smiling brightly at her. "I am not so fond of coffins or beds. I prefer to lay myself deeply into the earth. A return to where we all came from you might say. Sleep well darling one." And kissing her forehead lightly. I turned and walked out of the room. CLARECIA I stood there in the darkness of this eerily silent bedroom, almost afraid to move. As though one small movement would break the silence, and bring out hidden secrets lost in time. Looking down, I noticed the lid to the coffin my maker had opened was still open. And as I stood there staring blankly at it, a strange calmness came over me. As though my body desperately wanted to lay still in this open box, as though by stepping into it and closing the lid, I would finally be at peace. Where I belong, where I should be now. Six feet under and a few feet away from my recently deceased mother, my grandparents and my great grandparents, who were all dead and gone. And laying peacefully at their final resting place at the family cemetery. Where I should be now. But I am not. I am alive and breathing and standing in a bedroom belonging to a vampire and staring, looking down at this box....his coffin. Suddenly large thick tears began to well in my eyes and I fell to the floor on my knees. And cried as I have never cried before. The past twenty-four hours crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. I had died only last night. I still remember the accident. The breaks squealing and the horrible sounds of the eighteen wheeler as it came crashing into my mothers small compact car. I should have died that night, last night. I was supposed to die!!! I shouldn't be here, in this room, in this place! Suddenly, I could not stand it anymore! I stood up on my feet and headed for the closed bedroom door in the pitch dark bedroom. I wanted to run. Run far from here as fast as I could. And to where I would go, I had no idea. As I reached for the door knob. My body suddenly shivered and shook all over. And then an intense weight fell over me sending me crashing hopelessly to the floor. And then, my eyes closed and in an intense sleep fell over me. And finally. I lay resting in peace on the thick plush deep green carpet of the pitch dark bedroom of a mister Louis de Pointe du Lac. The next evening when I awoke in this still incredibly dark room. I fumbled around for a light switch. Although I could see much better than when I was alive....mortal I guess. I didn't like all this darkness. Feeling a little better after I turned on the light, I looked around and examined, the room I was in. A large four poster bed stood against the far wall, taking up most of the bedroom. The thick bedspread was a luxurius deep dark velvet green with gold trimming at the edges. And a matching velvet canopy hung heavily over each post of the cherrywood bed. Walking over to the bed to get a better look I tripped, and fell forward. Softly landing on of the foot of the bed. I looked down to see what I had tripped on. It was a book. In fact there were many books. Thrown about and looking forgotten, all over the room and on the bed, on the nightstand and to the far wall between the two heavily covered windows was a large and tall book case. Filled with heavy leather bound books. Cheap paperbacks, magazines and old newspapers. There was no television in the room, or really anything even a little modern. And on the nightstand and the dresser were two highly polished silver antique looking candelabras. And of course the mahogony coffin, which lay in the far corner next to the fancy roll top desk and just opposite of the door. Even the Wallpaper was unique. A fancy velvet green scrollwork design against an almost glittering slightly gold patina. Lifting my hand, I softly touched the wallpaper. And before I knew it, I was stroking it completely with both hands, loving the feel of the velvet design on the tips of my fingers. I could not seem to stop myself and could have spent the entire night doing this mindlessly. Until my maker came knocking at the door. "Come with me." She ordered as she stood in the doorway. "You will not be using that bedroom." She said leading down me down the long hallway. Then opening the door on the left side she said. "This is the guest bedroom, and the one I usually stay in on my few visitations here. I have placed a coffin in there for you, should you decide to use it."
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Sept 10, 2006 20:58:52 GMT 1
GABRIELLE Taking to the night sky in the direction of the other end of the earth. My flight to Africa would take all night, and as my son so often does. I would have to wait and rest on the breast of the wind every so often as I waited for the time zones to change, simply to be sure it would still be night fall over the next piece of foreign land I perchanced to travel across. Wrapping the white tigers fur tightly around my lithe body, I thought of my little sweet Clarecia, standing hopelessly in her new bedroom...my bedroom. Although I never used it, save for quick showers and a change of clothing. On my few and infrequent visitations to my sons home. Being of such independent nature, I owed no property. I disliked intensely the entire concept of owning any type of property. Preferring to seduce my way into that which I owned. Those few belongings, which I confiscated directly from the haute couture dress designers themselves. Oh why bother with shopping. So dreary indeed. Why not simply take directly from the seamstress. Why Monsieur Ralph Lauren was more than willing to let me take his latest fashions. Once he was properly enchanted and mesmerized, thinking I was Venus herself come to life. Yes indeed, it has become somewhat of a hobby of mine most recently. Contrary to what my son writes in his wonderful adventurous novels. I don't always dress like Jane from the Tarzan movies. Although, I must confess. I have often run through the night jungles of Africa wearing less than Miss Jane ever did. No, my preferred attire once I step into my beautiful lair was but a simple leopard cloth to tenderly cover my...private areas. Ah the jungles of Africa, how I miss its thick foliage dripping heavily everywhere. Every large leaf hiding an unsuspecting and deadly predator. 'My sweet and tender little ones' I thought to myself as I easily crossed over some ocean or other. Sweet little spiders the size of dinner plates. Huge and slippery snakes. That would just as soon as eat me whole. If I were not preternaturally faster than they are. 'Oh yes' I thought smiling kindly. 'My little babes. So sweet and seemingly innocent as they crawl and slither across the dark green earth. Venomous fangs ready to take the life of whatever should chance to cross their paths. 'Ah, but not so innocent as my own fangs. Oh no not so innocent at all.' But the jungle cats were my favored of all the species of animals. Those huge and wild tigers and lions, panthers blacker than the darkest night and oh yes, just as sinister. Untrustworthy creatures. But creatures nonetheless. My little brothers and sisters some of whom I nurtured throughout the centuries. I "Goddess of the Jungle" As some of the natives have often called me. Those precious and innocent yet savagely wild natives that I quite conveniently fed from throughout the centuries. And such precious hearts they had, thudding heavily in my hand when at times, somewhat bored I guess. I had ripped open their dark chests and taken that precious heart. The life of all life. And held it tenderly in my cold hand, its beat pounding intensely as it continued to fight for its life, even though it no longer held a shell with which to contain it. And just before its last beat, I put it to my mouth and clenched my fangs deeply into it, craving the delicious blood that oozed from it as I sucked it down my throat and into my own icy cold and cruel heart. Finally after an entire night of flying I spotted my wonderful patch of intense dark green lair from way up above in the heavily starlit sky. Ah what beautiful and wondrous picture this posed. Nowhere on earth could the stars shine so brightly and in such numbers than directly above the very first place that could ever have possibly existed. The only place on earth that still retained its savage beauty. A true Savage Garden indeed. Floating gently down into the dark foliage as I quickly made my way to my home at a preternaturally fast pace. The animals knew me now of course, they knew better than to flee in fright from the evil that lurked within their dark jungles. Ah but then, my sweet little ones, were just as evil as I in their brutal and sadistic ways of killing their bountiful preys. I often loved watching them feed. A giant crocodile feeding on a huge tiger than had unwittingly gotten too close to the waters edge, and had lingered just a moment too long. Both beasts thrashing viscously in the water as the huge crock continued to consume its meal. The meal itself fighting for a life it no longer had and knowing full well, as it had done to so many others creatures, that he was being eaten alive. And who was crueler for the way with which we fed? I who took my prey and placed pretty little thoughts into their evil minds as they swooned against my deadly kiss. Or the fierce animals of the jungle that ate their victims while they still thrashed in their heavy paws as their huge jaws clamped mercilessly on their tender hides. Ripping their prey to shreds as their prey continued to whine and cry out for mercy, knowing had they not attacked their prey first, they would be the one enjoying their thrashing meal. As I ran steadily through the dark night, with only less than two hours left of the night to me, I called out mentally to my favorite pet, and her lovely little litter. Hearing her wonderful roar, a purely symphonic sound to my vampiric ears. I quickly followed her roar. Then once finding her hidden within her lair. I approached her, looking her deeply in the eyes as I quickly held her gaze and entranced her once again as I so often did. And once hearing her softly purring, I quickly wrapped my arms around her and held her body close to mine, but not before taking her two twin cubs and placing them in a backpack which I quickly hoisted around my back. Taking a firm grip on my beautiful pet, I lifted us all easily into the night sky. As I sent thoughts of deep sleep into her innocent and savage mind. Then once again, flying at my top speed, I headed back for the United States, to my sons home in New Orleans on the Rue Royale. Stopping and resting on the breast of the wind at the appropriate time zones to allow for the sun and the moon to catch up with one another. Hours later, having flown virtually non stop. I landed in my sons courtyard, to which I had added a huge iron cage at the farthest corner. Completely filled with all my pets familiar surroundings. Indeed the little corner of my sons courtyard now looked as if it were in the midst of the deepest jungle, complete with a large pond and a heavy running waterfall. The heavy foliage I had spent a good amount of money to have put in only yesterday as I slept deep in the ground on the furthest side of my sons courtyard, whilst the tender mortal workmen came and installed the iron bars and heavy foliage, unknowingly preparing it for my sweet little pet and her beloved new cubs. Hovering slowly, I descended cautiously into my pets new lair. Gently stroking her thick soft white fur as I lay her sleeping body down on the ground of the now thick foliage. Then taking her sleeping cubs out of the backpack, I placed their tender soft little bodies up and against their large 350 pound mother. So beautiful she is as she lay oh so innocently in her new lair. Her tender little cubs awakening and coming forward to feed from their sleeping mother. Sighing deeply as I continued to watch them, the fatigue of the nights errands had left me exhausted, I had wanted to go and check on my tender new fledgling. But my fatigue was becoming far too intense. I simply had to go to dig myself deep into the ground and come to my rest just an hour early tonight. The twilight of the morning was already beginning to crest over the horizon. Dragging a large barrel of food from the corner of my pets lair, so that she would have plenty of food to eat when she awakened. I placed the barrel next to her so that she would easily find it. She was really very domesticated, having owned her since she was but a cub herself. I had gotten her used to my feeding her and used the mind gift to keep her savage mind at bay. Easily calming her mind into that of a tender and small child. Much as I loved the raw savagery of the wild beasts of Africa, it simply would not do for my very own pet to attack me, and eat me quite literally alive. No, that simply would not do at all. As such my precious pet was more what mortals might call a house cat. An utterly beautiful housecat, with a gorgeous white fur coat and beautiful large soulful blue eyes. And so it was that I introduced my little 350 pound savage beauty into the modern age. A rare and endangered species she is, a white tiger from the finest lineage. I should know, her mothers before her were my pets as well. Unfortunately, their fathers were often my meals. Burying myself deep into the ground, I thought briefly of finding perhaps a mortal servant to help in the basic mundane tasks, ah perhaps I would put an ad in the local paper tomorrow, or better yet, why not be modern, I thought smiling brightly as the death sleep completely over came me. Indeed, I shall simply have to use the Internet and place an ad for....what is the term mortals use these days for what I once termed my ladies in waiting....ah yes...Personal Assistant. The next evening I awoke with a ravenous hunger, but I have been a vampire for much to long to allow this hunger to rule me. Sucking it up...as they say these days, I quickly petted my precious pet and made my way into my sons home and to his computer room. Quickly clicking it on, I grabbed the users manuel which my son had on the top shelf of his computer room. And flipped through it. Within seconds I know had a total knowledge of operating this modern contraption. Seconds later, I clicked off the little humming machine. Leaving on "Career Builder.com" a simple ad which read. Personal Assistant desired at 1127 Rue Royale New Orleans, You must apply in person at 7pm SHARP!!! Do not delay! Lateness will not ever be tolerated. The only qualifications are an extreme desire to please your employer. Duties will be discussed at the interview. Expect to be hired quickly, I have no patience to dilly dally on this matter. And oh yes...you must like large pets. After a quick shower and a change of clothes. I was feeling very playful this evening and donned one of my sexiest outfits. A little black leather number from Chanel. With an extremely tight bodice that pulled my heaving breasts closely together and was cut high at the waist revealing my tiny waist. And an extremely tight pair of matching black leather short pants that barely hugged my slender yet very full hips and revealed my sensuous and yes, sexy thighs. Oh so tight they were, they let nothing to the imagination showing off every sensuous curve of my perfect body. And lastly my boots. Shiny patent leather boots that rode high up above and past my knee, ending with a sharp little point at the tip. Slipping on a tiny leather jacket to cover my bare white shoulders, I put on a sparking silver necklace and matching hoop earrings. Then applied bright red glossy lipstick and thick eyeliner all around my eyes, and a hint of ash gray shadow on my perfect eyelids. Finishing off the look with thick mascara. I turned to leave. Ah, but wait...I had responsibilities now, didn't I. But my fledgling was nowhere in the house, she must be off seeking her own adventures. WONDERFUL!!! Pleased that my young one had taken the initiative to leave our new home on her own. I walked over to the balcony and stepped out through the already opened doors. Seconds later, I found myself on a livelier part of town. Swank bars and hip clubs on either side of the brightly lit neon street. Although my preternatural hunger was now bursting within me. I decided to take my time. Loving the feel of this new era. The wonderful modernization of the new people. Mortals, who had no idea what it was like to be held prisoner and isolated in the midst of nowhere. Ah, yes I absolutely LOVED IT!!! As I continued to walk down the lively street, I passed by an especially prestigious club. A club for the wealthy and elite. Modern day aristocrats perhaps. My curiousity was beginning to peak, and I was wondering if I should not go home and change my attire to something just a bit less revealing so that I could enter this prestigious club without being gawked at. When the sounds of mortals shouting, and running out of said club interrupted my thoughts. A vampire had exited the club only moments before. He was much to busy to notice me, seeming as he was to be in a hurry to "get the hell out of there" And a beautiful young mortal girl was chasing hopelessly after him. I did not know this vampire. And he seemed to be an ancient as I could not clearly read his thoughts. All I could discern from them was that he had fallen drastically in love with this poor little mortal girl, beauty that she was. And behind her. A handsome mortal man in full tux and bow tie. Ah now this was something I could indeed feast my eyes upon. And hopefully...nothing else.
Gabrielle de Lioncourt's Precious Pet, Dark Lily Thread continued at....THE COUNTRY CLUB Landing swiftly in my sons courtyard at the Rue Royale, I thought of the wonderful intimacies I had shared with my new mortal lover. Such sweetness in the tender affection. A warmth I had not felt since long before I had died. My husband, the Marquis was a warrior who had descended from a long line of aristocratic lords who conquered savage lands and turned them into villages for the kings and queens of the time. And yes, he was quite a magnificent lover. But as the times dictated, I was his wife...his consort. Not his mistress, not his true lover. In those times, men would take for themselves a wife. A bearer of children and heirs to her husbands fortune. And in turn for such a favor the new bride would give to her new husband...her new lord. Her dowry. All her earthly belongings to prove that she in truth did deserve to be in his presence. Ah, such medieval times those were. Not even during the Renaissance period were women given the right to marry whom they loved. Non, women had no more rights than a mule on the street. In many cases horses were beloved more by men than their women. Ah but such different times these are. A day and age where a woman can live and do as she pleases. Let her hair flow with the wind and walk around scantily clad, a precious jewel embedded in her navel as though she were a genie in a bottle. Chuckling to myself I laughed at the thought. And then I remembered my beautiful new daughter. My Clarecia whom I had made only a scant 3 days ago. Looking up at her/our bedroom at the far corner of the top story of my sons townhouse. I noticed that the light was still off. I briefly thought of checking on her, but no. I must not worry over her and pamper her so much. She will be fine. She is young and although for the moment being freshly made might be considered a bit weak for our kind. In time she will grow in her strength and in her powers. As I will see to it. Non, no fledgling of mine will ever be weak in her nature or in her blood. Taking a swift and graceful leap, I easily vaulted over the large twenty foot gate that enclosed my precious pet and her two beautiful and identical twin cubs. Nuzzling my face against her luxurious fur, I sighed deeply breathing in the wonderful cool night air. Feeling the approaching dawn pulling at my preternatural bones. The usual heaviness upon my body which although I was quite accustomed to, I also quite loathed as well. A nightly reminder of the monster that I now was and forever would be. Checking my precious pets water and food supply which were still quite ample. I quickly turned to the farthest spot of my little jungle that I had so lavishly made in my sons courtyard. And dug myself deep into the cool moist earth. And once again closed my eyes. The sound of the surf and the waves beating against our naked bodies dancing in my head as the preternatural death sleep once again overtook and claimed me for the coming day. The following evening, I awoke feeling quite refreshed and yes...even evigorated. Rising from my cool grave, the dirt falling down and from my skin as though by unknown thought or action, repulsed at the mere thought of staining its beautiful and pale luminescence. Giggling delightfully as I laughed at the thought, I quickly stood up and went to the full size waterfall I had installed in my sons courtyard, a little accessory to go with the lavish jungle. Stripping myself entirely I stood under the waterfall. Loving the feel of the cool water as it cascaded down my naked and shimmering pale body. Taking a bottle of expensive soap which was tucked neatly into one of the large jungle plants I quickly lathered myself and my hair, then quickly rinsing off. I stepped out of the waterfall and looked up into the night sky. To a mortals eyes. A few dozens stars are but simple pin pricks of light. But to our eyes. A vampires eyes. Those simple pin pricks multiply themselves in such incredible beauty that one must be careful not to allow oneself to be entranced by such beauty and wonders of the night. Walking into my sons home. I was wearing nothing...having lived in the deepest jungles of Africa, modesty had left me centuries ago. The lions, tigers and other jungle creatures cared not for what attire their prey was wearing. Not that I was ever or could ever have been a meal for them. Non...my precious pets...ah how I do miss them. After walking up the long and winding lavish staircase of my sons home. I quickly entered my room. And saw my little bundle of beauty sleeping pleasantly, still lost in the death sleep on the large and lavish four poster bed my son had insisted I keep in the room, although I have yet to ever sleep in it. Smiling softly to myself, I went to my walk in closet and pulled out a delicious hot red number, once worn by Nicole Kidman herself. Ah yes, the little talent did have a true aristocratic taste in her manner of dress. And she only so willingly gave me the very dress off her back along with matching heels and a diamond necklace and earrings to match. Once I had properly entranced the little darling of course. Sweet blood that young one. I have often thought of making her a sister in the blood. Her beauty matching so well that of my own. But non...my son long ago forbade his fledglings to make any one of the theatre one of our kind. In his heart, my beloved and most favored of sons shall always be a thespian true and true. Slinking myself easily into the tiny dress. I easily pulled on the matching heels and slipped on the heavy lavish diamond earrings and matching necklace. Then grabbing a matching red hand bag. I quickly applied red lipstick. A touch of rouge and a bit of mascara. Dark smokey shadow finished my ensemble. And once again I was ready to go out for the night. Tilting my head to the side. I noticed something just a bit strange. Then as my preternatural eyes focused just a bit more in the absolute and utter darkness. I noticed that my young little sweet daughter was not alone. And laying next to her. Oh so innocently was a handsome young man. Quite a looker in fact. He also was lost in sleep. Sweet dreams of kissing my little Clarecia danced in his head. And a new and innocent love so strong played intensely in his sweet little vampiric heart. Ah yes, this fresh child was most definitely one of our kind. Although not quite of the same species. For just a moment...my heart rushed in panic. To leave my beautiful freshly made fledgling with a vampire boy who was not even one of our kind. Impossible...I could not do it!!! Could I?!! Ah but then, I easily read his dreams as he lay there lost in somewhat of a mortal slumber. And such sweet dreams they were. He and my beautiful new daughter. Embraced tightly under the moonlight as he tenderly kissed her sweet blood tears away. The mere vision his thoughts making my own eyes well with tears. Pish...posh!!! I shall have none of that!!!! I just barely applied my eye make up I will not ruin it for this....this little hooligan!!! And neither shall I worry! Non! Should my little darling one need me I will be at her side in scantly a second! I shall simply have to hone my thoughts into the beautiful boy at her side. And should he make one false move. I shall be on him like a beast in the wilds. And that my dears will be the end of that! Smiling softly and just a bit maliciously. I am a preternatural fiend after all. I walked over to the balcony, and after giving the two innocent and sweet lovers one final glance. I disappeared into the night sky.
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Sept 10, 2006 21:00:27 GMT 1
NATASHA, MATE
Looking at the big fancy house, one of the most beautiful ones in the whole city - and of course, situated in the best district, that only the richest of the rich could afford - I could not help but smile. So this was where she had settled down, the little jungle pregnant dog. Not like it was a place for her... a person who slept in the ground with worms, I could imagine the layers of dirt falling off of her body, disgracing the expensive carpets and marble floors. Yes, that was the proper word, she was disgracing the home of my prince with her presence, which was totally unasked for. I had to remind myself, that this was Lestat´s mansion, and she was his mother, which gave her a good reason - if not right - to roam in there. Yes, that much was understandable. The thing I could never grasp was, how could have such a low person given life to a being as perfect and godly as Lestat.
Before, I would have never hurt her, no matter how much I hated her, and no matter how rude her thoughts about me - because, although she might not have realized that, I was able to read them all. I could have swept her off with a single thought. I wouldn´t even have to raise a finger and she would be gone with a poof, a ball of fire, leaving behind only a pile of heated dust. Then a blow... and there would be no Gabrielle. Gone. Dead. Scattered. How sad. Whimper. I have never done that, simply because of her being his family. They all thought I have never loved... yet I have. I have!
Now there were no doubts, no restraints, because I already knew how wrong I had been. He was in fact just like her, bethraying me as he did, so ungrateful for all I gave him, hiding behind morality, but I knew too well he was just afraid of all the power. Little brat... mommy´s boy, who longed to be the biggest one, but all his attempts - even the rockband - were nothing but childish games, and when he was offered a real chance to rule the world, he backed out. Honestly, I did not understand anymore what I had seen in him, and if I met him now in front of his own poshy house, I would just spit into his cute face.
But now it was Gabrielle´s turn. The marquise of idiots! She thought herself more clever than I was, when she saw me that night in Los Angeles... Yes, it was my first night, and I had to learn again how to shield my mind from intruders like her - now she could not read a thing anymore, that I made sure of in time - yet she still did not recognize me, mistaken perhaps by my seemingly human actions and the unfamiliar looks. Poor Gabrielle. She did not realise I could also read HER thoughts and that I will remember all and get my own back. Just burn the pregnant dog and be done with it. Mademoiselle Scatterbrained Revenant. It almost evoked a feeling of deja vu, but I knew that this time I would be the last to laugh. But before getting rid of them all, I would have my fun and let them suffer, take away what they valued the most. For Marius, it meant to dispose of his paintings. For Gabrielle...
It was not hard to get over the gate with one ellegant jump. As for the house, I did not even want to enter, and I proceeded through the trimmed grass of the exquisite garden - almost a celestial one, knowing I would not stay unnoticed even though noone was at home. I walked up to the fancy waterfall - quite natural looking I had to admit - eyes scanning the bushes and trees in full blossom around. I did not have to wait long and there it was... At first my supernatural ears caught hushed steps of four feline paws, claws against the grass, then there was the hot breath, leaving an almost unnoticable scent of meat and blood - an undeniably attractive one. Then the beast came into my sight, ready to jump and attack, but by the time I was more than ready too. It appeared in front of me all at once, a white flash with open jaws, full of deadly teeth, yet it did not excpet to be caught in the middle of the jump. It did not expect to be bitten.
The wild animals blood was a refreshing thing for a change, quite nice after all the humans I had in the last days, yet I probably understimated it´s power, and sometime in the process of feeding, it managed to claw my upper arm, leaving four deep, bleeding scratches. I jumped up with a shriek, tearing the tiger´s head apart with one mighty movement. It did not bring me the relief I had expected, this killing was great but far too quick. Searching for a thing to make it more enjoyable, I noticed the pointy pillar of the gate and begun to laugh aloud. This was going to be perfect.
Leaping back over the gate, I staked the tiger´s head on one of the pillars. It was staring down on the road quite bluntly, the blood still dripping down - ah, the fence needed a new color anyway didn´t it? Leaving the place, I had to turn back twice to enjoy the sight. There you go, jungle very *friendly* person. Someone will welcome you back home. Pity I did not know when was she going to return, it might be quite rotten by that time... but then, that could be even better. Destruction always made me feel so good. OOC: GABRIELLE GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At present I am in another storyline with Eurodus and Antony, that might take a while to finish up. But rest assured, Madmoiselle scatterbrained pregnant dog!!!! WE SHALL HAVE OUR ONE ON ONE!!! YOU CAN BET ON IT!!!! btw...please to leave the sleeping occupants alone for the moment, SWEETHEART As they are involved in an entirely different storyline at this moment. btw...Paybacks a pregnant dog, AS YOU SHALL SOON FIND OUT!!!! Be prepared for a battle, I have no patience anything less! Hmmmmm? I wonder, just what do brains taste like. I shall simply have to ask Mekare and Maharet, I'm so sure they would like to know of your....ARRIVAL! OOC, NATASHA: MATE oh.... the rrrr was you... I thought it was my alarm clock. Don´t worry, the sleeping guys don´t interest me, I have another one to get in LA. Danny´s turn. I´m on a roll. As for the brain thing--- we don´t even HAVE a Maharet, so I advise you to taste your own one. Or, just try to dig into the tiger´s head on the stake. Yummy... OOC: GABRIELLE Ah, so kind of you to quote ALL of my beautiful words!!!! I am quite poetic am I not?!!! In regards to Maharet and Mekare. I am sure they can be raised AS THEY WERE BEFORE!!!!! And yes, I have noticed you are quite on a roll. So why don't you roll into some CLOTHES!!!!
Thread continued from EDGE'S ROOM OVER OZ: CLARECIA: Moments later, we arrived at a dark alley, Edge was breathing hard. As though it took all he had to get us out of there so quickly. And he was holding his side and bent over in pain. And then I realized what had happened. He had taken a bullet in his gut. The one meant for the cashier of the liqour store. "Don't worry...I will be alright." He said gasping in pain. "Just....just need to force it out...then I'll heal and...and then...everything will be fine." Seconds later he smiled brightly up at my worried face, holding a blood covered bullet in his hand. Then raising his t-shirt up, he smiled at me once again as my eyes widened in wonderment. The bullet hole was closing right before my eyes! "Amazing!" I whispered as the small hole completely sealed leaving him not only completely healed, but without a drop of blood staining him. "We had better get you home." He said as he threw the bullet behind him. "Where do you live?" "Ummm...I'm not so sure." I answered him. A little embarrased that I did not know my own address. "Well what does the place look like? Give me a mental picture of the place and I'll try and find it that way. If you don't mind that is." "Well, I know it's on a street named Rue Royale." I said as I closed my eyes and put a mental picture of the two story townhouse in my head. "Lets go!" He said smiling warmly at me as he softly kissed my lips. About twenty minutes later we arrived at the darkened street and in front of the house.
AND THE STORY CONTINUES: CLARECIA: Moments later, we arrived at a dark alley, Edge was breathing hard. As though it took all he had to get us out of there so quickly. And he was holding his side and bent over in pain. And then I realized what had happened. He had taken a bullet in his gut. The one meant for the cashier of the liqour store. "Don't worry...I will be alright." He said gasping in pain. "Just....just need to force it out...then I'll heal and...and then...everything will be fine." Seconds later he smiled brightly up at my worried face, holding a blood covered bullet in his hand. Then raising his t-shirt up, he smiled at me once again as my eyes widened in wonderment. The bullet hole was closing right before my eyes! "Amazing!" I whispered as the small hole completely sealed leaving him not only completely healed, but without a drop of blood staining him. "We had better get you home." He said as he threw the bullet behind him. "Where do you live?" "Ummm...I'm not so sure." I answered him. A little embarrased that I did not know my own address. "Well what does the place look like? Give me a mental picture of the place and I'll try and find it that way. If you don't mind that is." "Well, I know it's on a street named Rue Royale." I said as I closed my eyes and put a mental picture of the two story townhouse in my head. "Lets go!" He said smiling warmly at me as he softly kissed my lips. About twenty minutes later we arrived at the darkened street and in front of the house.
AND THE STORY CONTINUES: CLARECIA: "Uh...I don't know how to get in and my...my maker. She did'nt give me a key." "Not a problem sweets." He said as he grabbed me gently by the waist again. "Put your arms around my neck and hold on." A second later we stood inside of the courtyard. It was so utterly romantic at night. And I guess in the day too. Although, I'll never know. Suddenly we heard a loud roar coming from the corner of the courtyard. Rushing over to see what that noise was. Edge began laughing hysterically. I looked at him confusedly and just a little scared at the sound of that roar. "Well, now I've seen everything!" he whispered into my ear as he pointed inside of a iron cage that I had never seen before. Putting his fingers to his lips he motioned for me to be quiet and look inside of the cage. My maker sat inside of the cage surrounded by what looked like a small jungle, a large beautiful waterfall by her side. The head of a huge and absolutely beautiful white tiger lay in her lap as the huge animal rested happily. Two small baby cubs latched on to their mothers side as my maker lovingly stroked her pets beautiful white striped fur coat. "Lets go inside the house." I whispered into his ear as I lightly tugged at his arm. Although my maker appeared to be in a better mood than usual. I did not want to take a chance. "It's really not my house." I said as we walked in the darkness. "My maker says it belongs to her son and his fledgling, and they are always on an adventure. I have'nt met them yet. But if her son is anything like my maker. It should be very interesting."
EDGE: "Well, now I've seen everything!" I whispered lightheartedly into Clarecia's ear and pointed inside of a iron cage that she had obviously never seen before. Putting my fingers to my lips I motioned for her to be quiet and look inside of the cage. Pulling her closer to me I wondered silently if this was her, the one who brought her over to this life. If she was then it most certainly explained alot. She was clearly unstable. Laughing inwardly at this incredible display of grandiose and eccentricity. Not wanting to make her think I was belittling her family I stood silently awaiting further instructions from her letting her lead me now in her world among her kind. They obviously were not of my same species. Something about them was distinctly different. "Lets go inside the house." She whispered to me and tugged my arm to follow her steps. I did so ever more curious to these people and this place. The house, this house was amazing and I was stoked at being here. I couldn't let myself believe that she may be one of them. Yeah I had read of them, who hasn't? I mean that nut job all but advertised to the world that we all infact exsisted and almost single handedly brought the end of our kind upon us. There was no way though, not her not my light. She couldn't be in any way related to those vampires, could she? As I was waging a silent battle over this she led me straight into this immaculate home which closely resembled a modernized musuem. A revamped time capsule, that's what this place looked like. Paintings hung almost on every wall you looked at. If there was no painting there was a very extravagant mirror. Mirror? What kind of narcissit inidividual feels the need to glance at themselves that much? I shuddered then, just the thought that perhaps I had stumbled into the lair of one of the most infamous vamps of all time. Holy hell, my old man is going to nuts bricks when he finds out what I have finally gotten myself mixed up in. So is my mother for that matter. Just then as I was chuckling a little I felt Clarecia peering at me and trying to read me. "No, no, sweet stuff none of that. I respect you and you return the favor. Deal? You just ask if you want to know and I'll spill it ok?" What are you thinking on? If it has anything to do with judging you based on these loons then the answer is, no. I am not. Wouldn't ever do it. Besides you have yet to meet mine." Pulling her back to me where her breast rubbed against my chest I held her tightly in the darkness that was now fast becoming dawn. Watching her facial features as her sultry eyes began to look dreamy I took her hand in mine and asked her where her room was so that I may see her to it and be on my way. I just wanted to make sure she was safe and happy. "Clarecia, where in this place do you go to when you need to think? Do you share a room with....your maker?" I watched her face go still and I knew then she did, she let her head tilt downward and I lifted it gently, "It's cool, I'll sit and watch over you and see myself out or I'll leave you there and leave like a flash if that's what you want. It's entirely up to you." Lifting her into my arms I carried her like one might carry their new bride up to her bedroom and opened the door to the room that completely left me dumbstruck upon entering. It took all I had not to drop Clarecia right there atop the obviously genuine exotic carpeting. " Woah, how do you sleep in here?" Was all I could coherently get to come out of my mouth without sounding like a babbling fool. Such extravagance should be illegal but to each his own I suppose. Looking down at the princess in my arms awaiting her answer I noticed she had dropped off into a deep slumber in my arms. I looked at my watch and realised it wasn't even going to be light out for another hour or hour and a half yet. I carefully placed her flowing hair behind her ears and layed her upon the lush bed and it's ample bedding. "Your so new still. Brand new. Why would she leave you so unattended so early yet?" I kept talking to her while she slept cause my god-father, Donovan had told me once that alot of us when in that slumber are akin to mortals in comas and we can still hear and absorbe all that is said to us. I caressed her forhead in the darkness and kissed her cold cheek, just silently marveling at our vast differences but finding myself more and more attracted to her and her differences. Wanting to know her more and more. I don't know now how long I stayed there talking to her like that. I just know I must have done it longer than I initially planned to because I remember inhaling her very scent and feeling the most plush pillows I have ever felt then darkness encompassed me and that was it. That was all she wrote. I was out. I knew I was asleep. Not like Clarecia was, you know unwakable or nothing just dead as a door nail sleepy you know? I heard or at least I know I heard the mental rumblings of others in the vicinity, very close infact but I couldn't stir myself awake at their mental prodding. I only let the sweet subconscious seep in and all it's dreams of events past and future. I know I saw Clarecia in my sleep and I was with her. So close to her and we a couple. I was kissing her, we were talking and loving on one another and then...well...you know stuff like that. Then there was that woman again, her maker just staring at us like we were aliens or she was about to ask us something but then she vanished just like that.
CLARECIA: As my maker sat on the ground in the huge cage. The enormous white head of a wild jungle cat laying sleepily on her lap. I tugged at Edge's elbow motioning for him to follow me inside. I knew that my maker preferred to be outdoors. So I knew I did'nt have to worry about her following us in. The house was incredibly dark and silent. As it always is, or seems to be. I had only been in this house for well....this was my second night. Anyway...we were just passing what my maker called "The Parlour" It looked like a very fancy living room to me. How strange my previous life must be to them. With my mortal familys simple Walmart curtains and J.C. Penny furniture, and ordinary beige carpet. Although the rooms were pitch dark. Edge and I easily manuevered ourselves around the furniture. Like two housecats who needed no light to see. When we reached the fancy lavish staircase. I suddenly became very embarrassed. All I could think was. 'Omigod!!!! He must think I like living like this. With all these fancy gold lined mirrors. And the huge paintings on the walls, all of them looking like they just came from some far away museum. My maker had told me how her son had lavished the house with Monet paintings and Picasso's and all sorts of authentic pieces of art. She had told me they were all originals, most of them purchased directly from the orignal artists of the century they came from. Each painting carefully purchased by her son for his beloved Louis in a constant desire to impress and beg forgiveness for whatever cruel and callous remark he had made during that week, month or evening. And from the looks of the place. Mr. Louis must constantly be getting gifts from his maker. Some how, I don't think my maker is ever going to offer me such outrageous gifts. But then, I don't care. The greatest gift I could ever receive is the one I never will. To return home to my parents. Finish High School, go to college. But no... none of that will ever happen now. Heaving a deep sigh as the blood from my eyes once again began to form. I slowly made my way up the long staircase. And with every step I took. My legs seemed to weigh like a ton of lead. And suddenly I blushed deeply, as I knew what was going to happen next. And as I swayed on the fifth step of the staircase. Edge's strong arms caught me and held me tight. And then he lifted me up and carried me up the stairs. I felt like a d**nsel in distress that had just been rescued by her Prince Charming. Like Snow White, without the freaky little singing dwarfs. I smiled against his warm chest as he continued up the stairs and laid me gently on the bed. And then when I felt his body slide in next to mine. I felt as though I could not possibly be any happier! Tonight, I would not be alone! I would not have to feel this absolute lonliness that I had felt for the first two nights that I was made. And as I lay there closely next to him. I made an effort to snuggle myself just a little closer. He quickly took the hint. Placing a strong arm around me as he gently carressed my hair out of my face. What must I look like to him. "The Corpse Bride" maybe? Stone cold and utterly useless as the death sleep suddenly overcame me making me gasp deeply for that last sudden breath of air. But tonight was a good night for me. For the first time since I was born to darkness. I would sleep with out shedding one horrible blood tear. And I could dream, maybe just this once. Maybe for the last time. That I was a fairy princess. And my knight in shining armour had come to rescue me from the wicked step mother that held me prisoner. The step mother with the big wild cat, who night after night. Buried herself deep in the earth.
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Sept 11, 2006 1:49:51 GMT 1
LOUIS: (Marie) Slowly I walk into the courtyard of my house on Rue Royale, I glance up looking at mine and Lestat’s house, looking at its beauty. All these years and it is still standing with all its might. I am so glad to finally be back home. Then all of a sudden I hear a loud growl coming from the side of the courtyard. What is this I see? It is a beautiful large white tiger with two cubs in a cage. Who put them there, why are they here? Well if they are here, let me just check on them to make sure they have food and water. I walk slowly towards the cage making sure I do not startle them. I crouched down to be at eye level with the creature and slowly put my hand out to it and it surprisingly let me pet it. This mother tiger was very friendly, it is if she is a huge domestic cat! They have food and water, some one must be taking very good care of them, I wonder who it is? Ah ha, it seems as though the ground was dug up by their cage. There is only one person that I know who would have done these such things, Gabrielle. I swiftly got up and started walking towards the house and glance over my shoulder to make sure the tiger and her cubs were alright. Finally I enter my home. Oh how good it is to be home! I walk in and take a look around. Yes, someone has been here, probably just Gabrielle. I slowly walked through each room of the downstairs finding no one, this is odd. I head for the stair case and cautiously walk up it, for I did not know if anyone was there. Once I got to the top of the stairs I could smell the blood of vampires, yet there was an off smell to one of them. Who are these ones in my house? I looked in my room and the Lestat’s and no one was in there. Then finally I made it to the guest room. Two immortals lay silently sleeping in the room. I do not know either of them! I drew closer to them to see them more clearly but not to wake them up. There was a man and a girl next to each other. This girl looks like a grown up Claudia. Could it be? Is this Clarecia? Yes, that is she!! What is she doing here?! How did she become a vampire?? d**n it Gabrielle! Why would you do such a thing? She is still young and innocent, she deserves a life better than this! So frustrated I could have screamed. And who is this odd one lying next to her? He seems like a vampire, yet different. A tear of blood streamed down my face. I walked out of the room and into my own private room and began to sob. What had Gabrielle done? Poor Clarecia, she still had a life to live, she's too young. I have come home to find this? Why do things have to be this way? I continue to sob with thoughts and questions racing through my head, and end up passing out covered in blood on my bed in a mortal sleep, which eventually became a death sleep since dawn was coming EDGE: Who knows how long I was asleep next to her. I felt at peace. Truth be told I felt so at home here with her, upon stirring myself to awaken I started to kiss her still sleeping figure. I kissed her all over her face and her silken arms. Her porcelain like midriff slowly draping a silk sheet back across her. I peered around the room and swore under my breath, "No windows, I forgot." I slid off the bed gently then ran a hand through my hair to tame the bed head I am sure I had. " Geez I need to find a bathroom or something..." I slowly pulled the door open and slid out into the hall way, no one in sight and the house was eerily quite except for the sounds of the cicadas streaming in from the outside. I looked over the banister quickly and managed to see just through the huge picture window and it's lace panels that is was now twilight outside. Then I heard the grandfather clock chime and let off 7 duplicate chimes. It was 7:00 p.m. " Christ, I must have been tired." Finiding the bathroom I slid in quickly and glanced at my own reflection in the mirror. " Heh, not bad but....not good either." I turned a gold nozzle and the cool water poured fourth into the sink I switched some water in my mouth and some mouth wash I found in the cabinet. I wet my hair and ran my fingers through it. "There, that's gonna have to do. I am starving! I wonder if they have any food in this place? They have to...they are kind of Addams Familyish but someone here must eat food." I turned off the water and straightened up what mess I had made in there. I listened before I opened the door to see if I could here anyone, but not a sound was heard so I came out and closed the door behind me. Wiping my hands on my jeans out of habit, I decided to look for the kitchen and surprise whoever must eat in this place. I was still kind of tickled at the museum like feel of this place but I kept my laughter to myself as I entered the kitchen and noticed that the entire kitchen was completely updated with italian marble counter tops and stainless steel appliances. " What the h..e..l..l? Dude, this is some wicked stuff. I love cooking and now I can do it like Emeril. Hell yeah! Where are the eggs and bacon? Come to daddy....yeah....there ya go." I found some skillets and can you believe a 'Kiss the cook' apron? Laughing and cooking 3 eggs at a time with a skillet full of bacon sizzling upon the restaurant sized stove I was singing mostly to myself but I suppose a tad louder than I thought, 'American woman' from Lenny Kravitz. I was really engrossed in what I was doing and my own little rock n roll fantasy playing out in my head that I never heard the curious footsteps that brought me face to face with one of the owners of this majestical home. I spun around, skillet in hand while still mouthing lyrics and then stopped midway with a cat like grin upon my face, " Hey....uhmm, hello there. I was just cooking some food for whoever might like to join me....uhh...sorry I didn't mean any disrespect. My name is Edge. I am a friend of Clarecia's." I extended a hand to a most baffled vampire. Yes, he most certainly was another vampire. One just like Clarecia. A blood only drinker. Yeah....
LESTAT: Mate Yes, I can easily begin like this, I can just state this single simple sentence (wow, I knew I was a poet!! did you notice the alliteration? "single simple sentence"!!! repeat it) and be done with it. I can ommit all the little juicy details of my last adventure, that everybody longs to hear, because - I am quite sure of that - you´ve already read my last book, Blood Canticle that is (as well as all off the previous ones, right?). I don´t have to ramble about my history and future wishes, my likes and dislikes, my dreams and nightmares. There is no need to introduce myself or describe my looks (but man, I´m talking six feet tall, blonde, blue eyed, gorgeous, loveable, one you´d die for), because you allready know me. And it´s d**n great to be famous! (Those of you who haven´t experienced that feeling, which will be the majority, will simply have to trust me on that.) So here I was, walking the streets of New Orleans once again, eager to rest my head on one of the exquisite pillows in my good old bed, to breathe the familiar air of my rich house and get all dizzy by it, to bathe in the moonlight standing in my own flourishing garden. Even the biggest adventurers need a harbour where they could anchor for a short perid of time when the world wears them out. I do not age - not visibly, but all I´ve been through does leave a mark somewhere inside and sometimes old marks need to be cleaned...washed out by the still waters of home. Yes, it felt good to be there, I have already mentioned that at the beginning. But what I forgot to add: good things never last long. I think I have quite a good sixth sense, plus we cannot forget my supernatural vampiric abilities, that enable me mindreading. Those factores combined together were the reason for the subtle change in my mood. I located quite a lot of individuals in my house, that was supposed to be empty, waiting for me, and coming closer, I could clearly sense they were not human. What the f**k? I mean come on, everybody knew this was MY house, the home of the vampire Lestat, a sacred place, a sanctuary of the most gorgeous fiend this world has ever seen. Who on Earth would dare to claim it?! There was only one person whom I had allowed to come and leave any time without punishment, and that was my beloved Louis. Perhaps Claudia, had she been alive. But all the rest of the world would have to face my wrath. It seemed I was to put things in order. I didn´t even need to step into the house to get angry. The first shocker was in the garden. Spreading through about the half of my precious lawn and french garden, there was a huge cage, and through the barrs I could see THREE sleeping tigers. "d**n, you Gabrielle..." I muttered, decided to have her eat this up, "I am no circus or zoo!!!" Of course it had to be her, my dearest mother, who else would be dragging along pieces of jungle everywhere they go?! However, that still didn´t answer my previous questions. If it was just her in the house, I wouldn´t have sensed her, for the blood gift erased the mind link that had existed between us. Was she now throwing a party, after having accomodated the animals?! With a sigh, I entered the hall, ready for anything (who knows Gabrielle understands), but to my surprise the house was strangely calm. I stormed through the parlour, carelessly tossing my coat aside. To the kitchen it was. I felt one of the beings was there, and because (yeah l am lazy, I know) it was closer than the guestroom, I decided to check it out at first. One after another, noone will be left out, I promise you that, my dearest ones. Entering the room, I was able to catch the last sentence of the intruder: "I was just cooking some food for whoever might like to join me....uhh...sorry I didn't mean any disrespect. My name is Edge. I am a friend of Clarecia's." Then my heart made a little jump and a small hint of a smile crossed my lips, for the person the random guy was talking to, was my beautiful one. I had imagined a different kind of reunion for us, but now that this third wheel was present, no force, natural or supernatural would make me to show any feelings but disapproval. "Ah... good evening Louis", I smiled at him, letting him know all was allright between us, "so good to see a familiar face in my own house." Shaking my head, I turned to my unwelcome guest, arms crossed on my chest. "Now, I won´t ask you who you are, because it does not matter to me. What does matter is, that I can see you have just met my friend here for the first time, ass well as myself. Considering you´re just going to have a bre
(need to find and resubmit from Millenium)
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Sept 12, 2006 5:07:40 GMT 1
LOUIS, Marie "Edge, before you say anything I need to talk to Lestat." Putting my hand on Lestat's shoulder, oh how good it is just to be with him again! And turn to him and say "Calm down Lestat, I can only tell you the little that I know, but I would like you to hear me out before you do anything drastic." He sighs and looks over at Edge and then back to me and says. "Ok, this better be quick" so I lead him into the parlor and after we both sit down he says "Ok I'm listening" "I have no clue who this Edge man is, he is very strange that one, but I do know Clarecia. It was a few years ago and I was driving around town and I see this beautiful girl with blonde curls standing on a corner in the pouring rain. I picked her up and all she had in mind that I wanted her to give me pleasure. She said that she ran away from home and she just needed some money because she was starving. So I let her know that I was not going to be needing any of her services and all I wanted to do was help. So I bought her food and brought her back here so she could get some dry clothes on. Once she had gotten something from your mother's collection, I decided that I would take her home back to her parents. Gabrielle was there too and I knew that she had fallen in love with her already and she wanted to come for the ride. Once we dropped Clarecia off back at home that was the last time I have seen her before now. I am deeply distressed because when I knew her she was a human girl and now I have come home to see her as a new vampire all by herself with this stranger Edge. I have no clue why Gabrielle had made Clarecia so young, she still had a life to live." I start to feel tears swell up into my eyes, oh no, I can't cry again, not in front of Lestat! "So, I beg of you, just let them tell us what's going on before you make any decisions on what you are going to do. And please do not hurt Clarecia, for she has not done anything wrong." LESTAT, Mate/Wisteria Entering the room, I was able to catch the last sentence of the intruder: "I was just cooking some food for whoever might like to join me....uhh...sorry I didn't mean any disrespect. My name is Edge. I am a friend of Clarecia's." Then my heart made a little jump and a small hint of a smile crossed my lips, for the person the random guy was talking to, was my beautiful one. I had imagined a different kind of reunion for us, but now that this third wheel was present, no force, natural or supernatural would make me to show any feelings but disapproval. "Ah... good evening Louis", I smiled at him, letting him know all was allright between us, "so good to see a familiar face in my own house." Shaking my head, I turned to my unwelcome guest, arms crossed on my chest. "Now, I won´t ask you who you are, because it does not matter to me. What does matter is, that I can see you have just met my friend here for the first time, ass well as myself. Considering you´re just going to have a breakfest in a kitchen the owners of which do not find you familiar, it kinda implies you were not invited." How strange: I´d say he was a vampire, yet he clearly wanted to eat those eggs. Either I was going mad, or he must have been pulling my leg. "Now don´t waste my patience", I made a few steps towards him, taking the pan with the fried eggs from his hands and putting it onto the kitchen sink. "I guess you´ve made those for the bloody zoo out there. You can consider yourself a lucky guy, because I am in a good mood today. I give you about five minutes to tell me what the hell are you doing there, and if this Clarecia is the person occupying our guest room, you should call her, because she also has a lot to explain." I was not going to decide what to do with him, until I knew what he was. I stood there awaiting his answer. Why it is he is in my kitchen, making himself "breakfast!" of all things! Mon Dieu! What kind of a vampire makes "breakfast!" As the anger began cresting inside of me, my infamous rage building deeply within me, the preternatural blood racing forward and threatening once again to completely control my every action. And I was just about to engulf this pathetic excuse for a vampire in a swirl of flames when a soft and soothing voice spoke to me, his delicate and familiar hand lightly touching my shoulder in centuries of shared intimacy which we so rarely allowed ourselves. I had hoped my recent return from my latest adventure might be a meeting together of sorts for Louis and I. The sweetest reunion I had in mind for us. I had plans to catch him unawares and ravish him with kisses, seize the moment and his heart as I have so often dreamt of doing, but have never dared. Being in the prescense of my Beautiful One, is quite a painful task. The love I feel for this being fashioned from my own blood swells my heart as no other can. I have often wondered why this is. Why it is there mere sight of his soft face, his plump lips, the brilliant green in his eyes which cut me to the core of my preternatural heart. The love that shines in the depths of his eyes has often left me speechless. Crippled my preternatural senses as no other can. And I had fully intended on exploring the infinite possibilities of our centuries long relationship which we both held at bay. One of us always thinking we would hurt each other as we so often did when he was newly made. The blunderous errors I made within the first few years of his immortal life. And this sweet reunion I had planned for us tonight was going to go a long way in repairing our centuries long distanced intimacy. I had come to a monumental decision in my life, deciding that I had had enough of this *polite* form of affection to which we only allowed ourselves. Silent kisses shared in mere moments as I said something he found most comical or heart renderingly endearing, and before I knew it. My Beautiful One would settle his slender body into the warmth of my embrace. And we would kiss once again, centuries of sweet passions releasing themselves into our tender and lingering kiss, each of us never wanting it to end. But both of us too afraid to take it any further. So much pain between us, always threatening to mar our intimate friendship after a century of separation. And it was simply too painful for either of us to bear. And so we continued on in this fashion, speaking to each other as mere friends. When the truth of our feelings always released themselves in our sweet and tender kisses, that are few. And very far between. And now, my anger crested to deeper heights of rage as I utterly and completely blamed this strange new vampire, who was in my kitchen! Cooking on my stove! Using my perpetually, never used plates! And stinking up my house with the smell of cooked animals! And it was because of him! This strange vampire who calls himself Edge. That my evening with mon Louis was being put on hold! "Ah... good evening Louis" I said momentarily and completely ignoring this Edge, the softness of my Beautiful One's voice, soothing and calming my nerves as it so often does. "So good to see a familiar face in my own house." "Now, I won´t ask you who you are" I said turning to face this Edge once again. "Because it does not matter to me. What does matter is, that I can see you have just met my friend here for the first time, as well as myself. Considering you´re just going to have a breakfast in a kitchen the owners of which do not find you familiar, it kinda implies you were not invited!" Taking a few steps closer to this strange and unwelcomed vampire, I look him directly in the eyes, my own eyes narrowing in anger and disbelief that this stranger could make himself so welcomed in this. MY HOME!!!!" "Now don´t waste my patience!" Grabbing the frying pan out of his hand I fling it into the sink. The smell of eggs and bacon in the immaculate santuary of this MY KITCHEN! Angering me further! "I guess you´ve made those for the bloody zoo out there! You can consider yourself a lucky guy, because I am in a good mood today. I give you about five minutes to tell me what the hell are you doing here! And if this Clarecia is the person occupying our guest room you should call her, because she also has a lot to explain!" Louis: Marie She is not, and will never be our long lost daughter, we had our chance...and lost. I repeated Lestat’s words over in my mind as he spoke. As much as I don’t want to believe it, his words are true. She cannot bring us together…no one can do this but ourselves. It hurt me inside to think that he didn’t want to keep Clarecia in our home. Yes, I did think that it would’ve brought us together and that she was the missing link between us. But I never thought of her replacing Claudia, no one could ever replace her. It is true that no one but ourselves can bring each other together, but when will that happen? “Lestat, please, I am not asking for her to be a replacement for Claudia. I am not saying that she will be the one to bring us together. Could she just stay? She is so young and innocent; I do not want to send her on her own already. Your mother just left her here all by herself and with no one to look after her. So you think that giving her some money will fix everything? It will not! I think you are almost just as bad as your mother” I stood up and looked at Lestat, “Go ahead and leave, I’ll figure something out for Clarecia. Right now I would just like to be alone.” I shook my head and turned my back away from Lestat so that I could hide my tears. I just wanted to be alone so I could pull my thoughts together from what has happened. Just minutes ago, I had finally reunited with my beloved maker and now we are already in an argument. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I wish it was the way I imagined it before I came back here. Lestat and I would be cuddled up on the couch telling each other stories of our adventures, laughing, or maybe I would be reading a book out loud to him. But no, this is far from that. LESTAT: Wisteria 'Mon Dieu Louis!' I thought as he continued on his little tirade of wanting this would be Claudia in our home. Does he not realize I can have no memory of our long lost daughter in our home. Does he not realize the very thought of this young girl in our home burned a hole in my heart. 'I miss her too Louis!' I so desperately wanted to grab and tell him. But I cannot, I won't. The pain in my heart is much too deep. The pain where she thrust the knife in so deeply, and twisted it as she stood laughing while seeing my body shrivel into a mere husk... with teeth. As he continued to speak, his words burning into me. I looked into the furthest part of our home. A little room, to the far side of the parlour. The room where she placed the twin boys laced with arsenix and laudenum. The room where she planned my demise. The last room I was ever in.... in this. My beloved home. And I saw her standing in the doorway. The words upon her lips as Louis continued on and on, his tirade becoming more and more heated with each word as his green eyes fired with fury as he became more and more angry with my insistence of this creature leave our home. 'Yes father, in some way form or other. I shall always be by your side, as you were by mine for sixty years. Sixty d**n years of dolls dresses and dolls hair! But I am a doll no more! And neither will she be this new daughter of yours. Come to take my place. Come to continue my legacy. Come to haunt your every waking moment! What is it like Daddy Dearest? To have the monster you created for your own selfish needs, return to your home. And make a mockery of the one being in all the world you ever cared for! Just look at him father dear! Look at your beloved Beautiful One! You thought you were going to have it all this time! But nevermore father dearest! Never more! He shall NEVER be yours as you desire him so badly to be. As you have always desired him. NEVER! I shall see to that Daddy Dearest of my dark heart! For it is my only reward in this darkness I have been condemned to. The purgatory of my soul from which I shall never be released!' I turned away from that doorway. The apparition of your dear departed daughter vanishing in that very moment. Her peals of tinkling laughter continued on as I tried to focus on Louis' words. He must never know I see the ghost of our daughter every now and then. To know this would simply break him in two. And I love him too much to allow this pain to enclose his heart. Placing my hands upon my forehead in frustrated mortal fashion. I suddenly look into my Louis' eyes. Wanting with all my might to thrash him as I once did all those centuries ago when even then. He would argue his point to the last drop my patience could possibly stand. And now he was doing it again. And the rage in my blood fired dangerously. I could see myself once again throwing him against the walls. The darkest and most potent of my powers surfacing. Burning him to a crisp. I couldn't allow that to happen. Never! But to disengage from this feeling. I had to vent! I had to do something as every moment was putting my most beloved in dire danger. And in that moment the answer to my problem voiced itself. Made itself known in the form of a young vampire, who still reeked of cooked, dead animal. Yes, perfect! In less than an instant. I grabbed this young man and threw him viciously up against the wall. My eyes twirling different shades of dangerous blue, gray and violet. The smoke coming up from his shoulders as the power of my mind imagined him in hell itself. Burning to a crisp. 'Die you blasted intruder! Die and when I send you to the very pits of hell! Say hello to my wayward daughter for me! Tell her Lestat sends his deepest regards!' TO BE CONTINUED AT 1127 RUE ROYALE PART 2
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