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Post by Louis II on Sept 15, 2006 0:23:51 GMT 1
He sat on the roof of a near by apartment complex, some resident of the building had taken it upon themself to make the empty space into a welcoming garden. Even by night the way the moon light of New Orleans glistened on the greenery around him, gave Louis a bit of peace.
His head was swimming with a million questions. Some were out of anger: What the hell could Lestat be thinking? Was it planned for Louis to find them that way? If Lestat was done with Louis, why didn't he just say so?And some were of hurt: Was Lestat really finished with him? Was he no longer good enough? Had Lestat grown tired of him?
As he sat alone on the solitary bench a top the building he looked up at the constilations above. He let out a deep sigh, it was half angry, have sad, and harsh to his ears.
"Lestat," He spoke to himself, knowing he was still alone. "Why must you be so cruel? If I had not found you, would you have told me of your deed?"
He felt more anger build up forming in the pit of his stomach and rising up toward his throat. Before he knew it, the furious flame burning inside worked it's way out, erupting like a long dormant volcano. He grabbed a flower pot and threw it as hard as he could, finding comfort in the sound of it shattering on the side of the building adjacent to him.
After a spine tingling scream, he gathered his composure enough to resume his seat. And yet, his questions remained unanswered. But he knew to see Lestat now, in the condition he was in, could only bring trouble. He knew that they would exchange nothing but harsh words.
"So I wait alone." He spoke, finishing his thought as if Lestat were there, reading his mind. "Because to see you now would be dangerous to us both."
About an hour passed and he didn't move from his place. He just sat, thinking, running over the words he would say to Lestat when he saw him again. How would he approach it, would he let Lestat come clean or call him right away on his foul play.
Standing he took one last look around the garden and departed. Walking slowly, not sure he wanted to return home, letting his feet guide him even though his heart screamed for him to stop and go no further. Let that fiend wonder about where you are. Let him wonder if you're safe. Find out exactly what you mean to him.
He stood outside, looking at the house that he had spent so many years in. All the arguments, the fights, the love it had seen in its years. Dilapidated and then restored, if these walls could talk of the saga that it saw played out as if it were a grand stage. He slowly made his way up to the door, putting his hand on the knob and hesitating.
With one last look at the empty night, he opened the door and entered the house.
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Post by Lestat II on Sept 15, 2006 0:24:52 GMT 1
I felt Sybelle's little body go weak in my arms as she drifted off into sleep and I tried to follow suit. I remained in the bed for only a couple minutes, but they felt like hours. All I could think about was Sybelle lying next to me, and Louis? Where the devil was he! Dawn was not going to wait for his return home before lighting the skies. My little capacity for patience was not to be tested and I carefully unwound Sybelle from me, adjusting her on the bed before sliding onto my feet. I threw on some clothes, toying with the idea of going for a walk or something, not that I would have gone to look for Louis, of course, just to take a walk. I glanced back at Sybelle. How mortal she looked in the grip of sleep, how angelic. A small strand of blonde hair had fallen onto her delicate face and I pushed it out of the way. She hardly stirred and I finally left her side, closing the door silently behind me. Outside the bedroom, I exhaled deeply and closed my eyes, leaning my back against the bedroom door and sliding down to the floor.
Tick, tick, tick.
The incessant and always predictable old clock that had been with Louis and me since...well...since I can't remember. It had a wonderful consistency to it; it could always be relied upon to tick every second of every minute of every hour. No matter whether Rue Royal was alive with ecstasy or brimming in anger, that clock was always ticking. Eating away harsh silences that the house had so often to endure when Louis got in one of his "moods" and resorted to hiding behind a book. Filling the warm nights with a lovely melody, like a heart beat, such a tranquil sound to sleep to. Always. Ticking.
And it was that very sounds that cooled my spinning mind and breathed a refreshing taste of life in my lungs behind the backdrop of the back of my eyelids. Yes, let's just stay like this. Me and the clock. Everything and nothing. A perfect union of peacefulness.
I could have laughed at the simple thought. Actually, never mind "could have", I've had one too many "could have"s and I intend on no more. I did laugh, a short bark of a laugh. It was a fine little idea to play with, but nothing more. Lestat? Peaceful? Not anytime soon. Oh no, I was going to go with the name "Brat Prince" ringing in everyone's ears for all eternity if I had any say about it. Idleness, no matter how inviting, is a submission to death. Sure, I could just sit here for years on end, in this very spot, just...listening. I've done it before; I could most certainly do it again. But it's awfully boring, and complete and utter waste of life. Taking the easy way out just isn't my style, now is it?
Suddenly as though on their own volition my eyes flashed open and I felt his presence. I closed my eyes again and let my mind drift so I could hear everything more clearly. The thud of his feet on the path to our house. The small butterfly fluttering of his heart. If I listened hard enough I could even hear his slow breathing. It was almost unreal, that I could learn so much about his physical appearance before he had even entered the door, and yet I could have absolutely no idea what was going on in his head. Damn this fledgling bond. But that was one of the reasons I loved him so much, wasn't it? Because nothing was simple with Louis, because even though I could never violate his deep thoughts I felt like I knew him more than anyone else.
But, ah, I was forgetting my place in this tricky game of chess. I wasn't allowed to love him, not right now anyway. I was supposed to still be infuriated by his little Clarecia; I was supposed to have my blood boiling over at his every single movement.
Mon Dieu, how easy it was to fall so quickly back in love with him though! I loved him, the same person who had proposed that absurd idea of replacing Claudia for a girl of a similar name. God, what was he thinking! Didn't he know! I started to feel that burning inside me. Ah, yes, rage was always much easier to deal with than love, wasn't it?
Listen to the door knob twitching. The door creaks slightly (I have to get someone to fix that) as I can hear two familiar footsteps. So damn familiar, I could sing them by heart if they had words. Like that ticking clock. My eyes opened again, and I sighed, tearing myself from my comfortable spot to head downstairs. I straightened my shirt out of habit and made my way down the staircase, feeling that familiar tug pulling me back, telling me this was a bad idea, and then that other part of me saying 'to hell with it, I want to see Louis.'
I stopped short at the end of the stairway and in front of Louis. My, this wasn't what I expected. A thick tension in the air already? I suppose wherever he had run off to did him no good in quelling his temper and forgetting about Clarecia. Dieu, I knew he was angry about loosing that girl, but I didn't know he'd still be pissed even all this time later!
Now that he was here, I wasn't really sure what to say to him. Louis it seemed was the only one that could do that, leave my normally charismatic tongue searching desperately for words at simply the sight of him.
"Louis," I said, nodding towards his disheveled clothing which seemed to have gained a coating of dirt since I last saw him. "Had a little too much fun playing in the sandbox, hm?" I couldn't help it. I was in a rotten mood now and the insults came as naturally to me now as breathing. It's better this way. Better to get into a fight of fiery tongues than try and 'work things out'. I was better at this anyway. Before he could respond, however, I added, "Oh, and seeing how you seem to enjoy the company of strangers so much, I took it upon myself to invite Armand's fledgling, Sybelle, to sleep here. She likes her eggs scrambled, so you better call your chef back."
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Post by Louis II on Sept 15, 2006 0:25:34 GMT 1
The door creaked as I opened it, as if I were about to enter a haunted mansion in some terrible horror film from the early 1950s. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest, I thought for sure it was going to bust out from behind my rib cage. I was still so full of torment over what I'd seen, I couldn't wrap my brain around any other reaction than furious curses I longed to toss toward Lestat with as much venom as I could muster.
And there he was, striding down the stairs in his gallant way. Either of us could have cut the tension with a dull blade that hung suspended between us as if there were a large glass wall that neither of us could break. I stared at him as he began to speak, wishing in vein that my stare could burn a hole right through his heart, the very place where his action had burned me.
He spoke of my clothes and Sybelle being upstairs. He'd brought her into our home, into his bed. A bed we had often shared. Clearly he'd no knowledge of my witness to his deed. Should I keep it that way? Or should I try to tear him down as he tears me down so often.
"So quick witted, as usual. Your beautifully crafted and juvenile insults." I snapped harshly at him, part of me regretted it the minute the words left my mouth, but the other part, the scorned lover in me pleaded for me to continue.
I slammed the door behind me, realizing that I had not yet shut it. Brushing past him I made my way out of the door way, not sure entirely where I was going, but sure I wanted to be away from him. I knew that nothing good would come from this. Lestat never liked discussion, just argument. He was truly a devil.
I stopped. Instantly, I turned and looked at him. I felt my legs compelling me toward him even though I knew it wasn't the best plan. But I kept walking, thoughts running through my head. My mouth seemed to be working on it's own tonight, not letting my brain direct it.
"Tell me Lestat. I must know. I have done the deed in many a place when I was mortal. I did my fair share of tom-catting about old New Orleans. But tell me, what is it like to do it in the changing room of a clothing store? Surely it's a thrill? The ever...pressing...wonder... who will catch you?"
I was now standing far enough from him that I could have reached out and strangled him if I saw chose. Though the act would be useless and futile as he is far strong than I am. He would have obliterated me instantly, I am sure. Without hesitation or remorse for his action.
Walking away again I stopped and looked back at him. It killed me that I couldn't read his thoughts and his face was not giving me any indication of what he was thinking. He was probably just letting me have my little tantrum as he so often does. Later, he will condemn me for my behavior and I will feel guilt for losing my cool. A brilliant dance that we've played out over the years.
"You say she is upstairs?" I tilted my head toward them and made my way to the base. "Perhaps I should rouse her. Find out what she thinks of this... situation we are in?"
My gaze fell back on Lestat. I waited for his reaction. Any frantic, brat prince behavior to erupt from him. The thought momentarily crossed my mind to brace myself for the impact of whatever reaction was building up inside his soul, waiting to throw me like a hurricane.
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Post by Lestat II on Sept 15, 2006 0:26:23 GMT 1
Louis brushed past me and it seemed as though he might just keep walking. Instead, he stopped and swerved around as though struck by a sudden idea. "Tell me Lestat," he said, his voice with that icy tone that never ceased to freeze me, "I must know. I have done the deed in many a place when I was mortal. I did my fair share of tom-catting about old New Orleans. But tell me, what is it like to do it in the changing room of a clothing store? Surely it's a thrill? The ever...pressing...wonder... who will catch you?"
My tongue went dead in my mouth and I had a sudden feeling that the floor was sinking under me. My eyes avoided his own; I couldn't bear to see those beautiful emeralds flashing the way they did. Well...yes, I had wanted to hurt him. I wanted him to feel the pain I felt when he begged me to let Clarecia stay here. But...it wasn't supposed to be like this. Things had a bad habit of getting out of my hands recently.
"You say she is upstairs?" He said, tilting his head in her direction. "Perhaps I should rouse her. Find out what she thinks of this... situation we are in?"
I instantly stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "And what," I hissed, "exactly is this situation we seemed to have gotten ourselves in, Louis?" I crossed my arms and finally looked him in the eyes.
"Pray tell," I said, "I am genuinely curious. Does the 'situation' start with the part when you're the solipsistic bastard who pushed aside everyone else to help his precious little Clarecia and expected me to take it all in a fucking stride, or the part when you've completely lost your mind and get jealous at the slightest little hint of foul play? I don't see any 'situation', all I see here is a hypocritical bastard who loves perfect strangers interrupting our household, just as long as they're helpless blonde haired beauties and with no association to me."
My blood was heating up and I loved the little minute changes in Louis' face as he became more and more furious. Yes, this was just what I wanted, and good raging screaming fight. I wanted him to get angry at me, that was the whole thing. I wanted him to feel the anger I felt when he took me aside and practically told me he wanted a Claudia replacement. It takes two to tango, and he was receiving his due end of this malicious dance.
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Post by Louis II on Sept 15, 2006 0:27:08 GMT 1
The anger between us was almost visible. He stood in front of me, blocking me from ascending the steps toward the sleeping girl. I knew very well if I tried to brush past him, he could knock me backwards without even trying. Likewise, if I tried to move him, I would fail.
"These are two completely different things, mon cher." The words rolled off my tongue, and I hoped they were painful. "I have no desire to sleep with Clarecia. You slept with Sybelle!"
I couldn't help myself as I began to pace back and forth in the small amount of space I had between the base of the steps and my maker. My head was swimming with millions of things, again, and all I wanted was a resolution so that I could have a moment of peace.
"Do you even comprehend what you're speaking of here?" I was losing my cool now. I could no longer remain a gentleman. I was too hurt. "I wanted nothing for Clarecia than the opportunity to offer her aide. I just wanted to help her. Nothing more."
I stopped pacing and looked at him dead on. I wanted him to look me in the eyes and see what I was feeling. I wanted him to know that I was hurt, and I was angry and I never meant to hurt him.
"She reminds me of Claudia yes. But I do not want her as a replacement. I do not wish for her to be a companion. I just... she needed a place to stay. Why is that wrong? This home is just as much mine as it is yours. And I would not refuse you from offering shelter to someone you wished to help. How long did you and I live with David!"
I sighed. I began to pace again. I had to control myself. I became angry I would be doing exactly what he would want me to do. I would be playing into his hands. I would be part of his little trap. I couldn't allow myself to let him win. Not this time.
"There is no sense in trying to explain anything to you. You won't believe a word of it. You think me a liar, you think whatever you want to think. So believe what you will, I will just shut my mouth and be the quiet and scorned lover."
I gave in, walking over to the couch and sitting on it, resting my head in my hand. I couldn't fight him. I refused to fight him.
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Post by Lestat II on Sept 15, 2006 0:27:42 GMT 1
"She reminds me of Claudia yes. But I do not want her as a replacement. I do not wish for her to be a companion. I just... she needed a place to stay. Why is that wrong? This home is just as much mine as it is yours. And I would not refuse you from offering shelter to someone you wished to help. How long did you and I live with David!"
Louis sighed and I watched him pace from my vantage point. I knew Louis; he would get all wound up about something, lash out in anger, and then as though ashamed of his rage he would cower and resort to his guilt and books.
"There is no sense in trying to explain anything to you. You won't believe a word of it. You think me a liar; you think whatever you want to think. So believe what you will, I will just shut my mouth and be the quiet and scorned lover."
With that Louis sat down on the couch and put his head in his hand. What? What did he think he was doing? Giving up already? But we had only gotten started! Louis had quite a stubborn streak to him as well, and this was rather...well...rather un-Louis of him. It made me slightly uneasy. I just had wanted us to scream and hiss until one of us (Louis, of course) got sick of it and gave up and accepted the situation. But this wasn't a victory; this was Louis being bitter and sarcastic. I hated it when he did that, I was much better at screaming, he was always stronger in cold, snappy comments. It wasn't fair.
"Are you done with your grand speech?" I asked, hoping to rouse some sort of anger back out of him. But he didn't even acknowledge me, just sat there like a wilted flower. It pained me to see him defeated like that and I left my post by the stairs and walked over to the couch, throwing myself down next to him. "You're being foolish. Exactly what did you expect me to do, Louis? Accept Clarecia and her boyfriend with open arms into our home after my long and tiresome journey?" I turned to Louis and propped my elbow up on the couch, resting my head in my hand so I could see him better, even though he wasn't even looking at me. If I couldn't have my fight, I would have to use other means to get my way.
"The truth is," I said softly, scooting closer and reaching out to pull his silky hair back behind his ear so I could get a better look of that beautiful face, "I just wanted to come home, put my feet up on the couch of my house, watch a movie, and just be with you. I miss this, I miss those sparkling green eyes," my hand left his hair and traveled down to the back of his neck, tickling him gently with my fingers. "I miss your voice, I miss your lips. I'm sick of it always coming down to harsh words and recycled insults. I want my courteous and old-fashioned gentleman, my intellectual sheepish bookworm, my tender and sensual lover.” At the last word I decided to be bold and leaned in closer to Louis, letting my eyes fall close before placing a small kiss on the side of his unyielding face, tracing my lips down to that small curve where his jaw meets his neck.
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Post by Louis II on Sept 15, 2006 0:28:26 GMT 1
His lips touched my face, curved their way down my neck and I instinctively began to swoon. Nothing would have felt better now then for him to hold me in his arms and kiss away my anger. But, not this time. He wasn't getting off that easy.
"Lestat!" I instantly stood and backed up, away from him and the couch that he had so abruptly taken over. I started to pace again, angry at his need to make this quickly resolved. I was furious that he thought a kiss and some kind words would make this all disappear.
"You will not so easily subdue me this time! The fact of the matter is you're a horrible and awful cheat. You slept with Sybelle to spite me. And for the wrong reason! You say you just wanted to come home and relax! But yet, you're perfectly contented to go... "
I stopped myself, running my fingers through my hair. I'd finally lost my resolve to stay calm. I was yelling furiously at him. I could hardly recognize my own voice. Such harsh tones and such hateful words I wanted to use toward him. Even though I knew I shouldn't, my brain lost the battle with my mouth.
"You're a bastard! I can hardly stand the sight of you now! I hope you realize that this damage you have done is irreversible. You cannot just woo me back with gentle kisses and promises of passion! It's too late for that. This was..."
I turned away again from him. I knew that my anger was pushing me toward sadness. I couldn't finish the sentence without tears welling up in my eyes. The last thing I needed now was for him to see the vulnerability he'd brought out. I didn't need him mocking me when he saw the red brimming in my eyes.
"I can say no more on this now... I can't look at you. I need to be alone.I can't stand you anymore. I hate you!" I walked past, without looking at him and made my way toward the stairs. I needed the solitude of my room. There were so many emotions dancing around inside my brain. I had to get them straight. I needed santuary away from Lestat at least the length of time it I'd have before he broke down the door.
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Post by Lestat II on Sept 15, 2006 0:29:26 GMT 1
"I can say no more on this now... I can't look at you. I need to be alone. I can't stand you anymore. I hate you!"
And with that Louis rushed to his room and I heard the door shut. I felt paralyzed for a moment; his words hurt me something awful.
I hate you!
But he's just angry, right? He's just...a little pissed is all. It's just getting to his head. Making him say things he doesn't really mean. He just wanted to hurt me the way I knew I was hurting him.
Right?
He doesn't actually hate me. He can't. It's an awful strong word.
A word that hasn't left his lips since those days long ago when he had just been born to darkness and his furies had been directed to me. But we had gotten past that, we had spent years caressing and kissing and whispering sweet devotions. He wouldn't dare throw all that away for a stupid little fight, would he?
I swallowed hard and rushed upstairs, trying his door but it was, of course, locked. "Louis!" I yelled, "Open the door!" I kicked it hard and accidentally left a small dent. "Bastard!" But there was no reply and I stood there, silently fuming. "Louis," I said, hating the way my voice suddenly cracked at the end of his name, hating the weakness it implied. "Louis," I tried again, calmer this time, "open up. I just want to talk." I hesitated a small moment, before adding, "Please."
The silence was driving me insane. I hated this separation, I hated this coldness, I hated this distance. I wanted to see him at least, catch a glimpse of those green eyes that always danced with such emotion. God, god, god. I rest my forehead against the door and prayed for a response, anything, even the sound of him cursing me out would have been better than this. Anything but this silence, this indifference. Anything.
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Post by Louis II on Sept 15, 2006 0:31:00 GMT 1
I sat alone in front of the window. I heard him banging on the door yelling my name. I heard him calm and request to speak some more. But I couldn't open the door. I just continued to stare out the window at the courtyard behind our house. I stared out at the Louisiana night. The warm air came in, the soft breeze with the sent of jasmine brushing across my face and drying the blood tears that had made their way from my eyes as the curtains danced and then regained their composure as if they we ashamed of their exploits.
I began to pace back and forth in the room. I didn't want to open the door for Lestat and yet I did. I wanted him to hold me and apologize to me, even if he didn't mean it. I wanted this war to end. But I didn't want it to be easy for him. I couldn't so easily forgive him this time. I wasn't willing to do this anymore.
He was quiet now and it worried me. I walked slowly over to the door, wiping away my tears in hopes that he wouldn't notice that he'd broken me tonight. I wanted so much to give him a stoic expression when I opened the door. But as I glanced in the mirror I saw the stains on my cheeks. He would not see me as strong.
I sighed, defeated by this revelation and opened the door to him.
"Fine, you want to talk... we'll talk. But that means talk, no screaming, no yelling, no sarcasm."
I moved aside to let him, praying in vein that perhaps the conditions of us continuing to speak tonight would make him give up. He'd leave me be because he couldn't be his usual brash self. If he couldn't belittle me, or taunt me or be callous with me, perhaps he would leave. But I suppose only he had the answer to that.
I longed to see him bare tonight. I longed for him to throw away his usual Lestat bravado and be true with me just for a few hours. I wanted to know what he truly felt and thought and wanted from me. I wanted him to be honest. And yet, I knew perhaps that these were desires out of my reach. It was all up to him.
And so I stood, on the side of the door frame, waiting for his entrance and knowing that at this moment, he held my heart in his hands.
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Post by Lestat II on Sept 15, 2006 0:31:49 GMT 1
Louis opened the door and--no, that's wrong. Louis did not open the door for me. It was...someone else. Someone so much frailer than Louis, some defeated green eyed beauty, a crushed angel with feint traces of blood drawing two lines down his face. I felt a stab of humiliation suddenly, and although Louis appeared to be the weak one I couldn't help but feel like he had the upper hand somehow and I rubbed my arm self-consciously.
"Fine," I said, appalled at how difficult it was for me to look into his eyes. "We can just talk."
I walked in and the door shut behind me. I wished he had left it opened, I felt suddenly trapped, that crawling feeling I used to get in my first days of sleeping in a coffin.
"It's so dark in here," I said suddenly, and noticed a matchbox on the bedside table. I picked it up and struck a match, or at least tried to. It looked like it might spark but died in my hands. I felt a jolt of panic and tried another one, rewarded with a hiss and flame. I went around the room quickly, lighting each of the candles one by one and then with a sharp flick of my wrist extinguished the match. I felt much better now; with my little flames making small pools of light around the room and making everything seem so much brighter.
I leaned against the drawer and crossed my arms, not in a gesture of defiance, but as a mortal might cross his arms when a cold wind blows especially strongly his way.
"So," I said, still fighting to look Louis in the eyes. Christ, why was that one little act so damn hard! Infuriated with myself, I forced my eyes to look directly into his, realizing how sharp and forced my gaze probably was, but I needed to see his reactions. I turned the dead match over and over again distractedly in my hand. Now that I had made my way inside the room, I wasn't sure what I wanted to say to him. "What now, Louis? You want to talk, fine, let's talk. What do you want to know? Ask me anything. I've told you it all before. And I--" I stopped abruptly and took a deep breath, running my hand through my hair and tugging it slightly. "What do you want me to say, Louis? Do you want me to fall to my knees and beg for your forgiveness? I don’t..." I stopped again, unsure if I wanted to continue. Fine, you know what; just let your mouth do the talking. Stop thinking so fucking much about every little word. See if you can talk yourself though this one.
"I'm sorry," I said finally, "but not in the way you want me to be sorry. I'm sorry that you got hurt. But no, that's a lie too. You see, that was my intention. At the start, at least. I wanted to hurt you because I thought that maybe it would get us on the same ground or something. I--you hit a sore spot with all that Claudia stuff. I..." Just say it. "Fine! I see her, I see Claudia! All the time, walking around in that little dress, that doll's dress, with that smug look on her face--" Louis looked horrified and I stopped. No, damn, I...that was stupid. Rule number one, don't ever ever tell Louis you see Claudia's ghost. "In my mind, I mean," I said, hoping to cover my tracks. "It's like...I can almost hear her voice, but she's dead so that's impossible, it's just all in my head, really. But anyway...I...what was I...oh right. I truly never thought...Sybelle wasn't supposed to really fall for me. And I wasn't supposed to really hurt you. It was all some stupid whim. Some stupid half-baked plan. Just like everything else I do. I'm a monster!" I said suddenly.
"That's what you want me to say, isn't it? Well, there, are you happy? I'm a selfish brat who doesn't think about anyone else but himself. There, happy? All the responsibility and blame is off your shoulders now. You can walk away feeling totally redeemed. Oh, just like it was me who talked you into this vampire's life. Just like it was me who alone made Claudia. It was me, I just did everything wrong. There, I have freed you of your sins." I made some stupid hand gesture like a priest throwing holy water and felt sick. Louis misunderstands me sometimes. Yes, I do take pride in my sarcasm, but sometimes what I say is just so true that people like to think I'm playing them. Fine, I don't really care any more. The candles were still burning, but with the darkest light imaginable. And it was all my fault.
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Post by Sybelle on Sept 23, 2006 0:54:20 GMT 1
Their words so loud and clear. As if I was there with them. Dreaming. I was dreaming about Lestat and Louis arguing over me and about me. Their yelling startled me out of my slumber. I sat up listening to it all. Confused at first and then it dawned on me that my dream was all in fact a reality that was really bad. A real life nightmare should I say. My heart breaking. I was yet again unwanted. I got up and changed into my clothes and opened the window leaving. My stomach churning. My heart breaking. I stood near the window and looked back wishing that what I was hearing wasn’t true. I stood there and listened to them. The hurt in Louis’ voice killing me even more. Did what Lestat and I do cause that much pain in him? Tears fell from my eyes. I knew the pain that Louis was going through. Armand was never around me or he was always with Daniel. That hurt. It resembled much of what Louis was going through right now. There was a knot in my throat. I felt like a little child being scolded and in trouble for making a mess and the parent catching me in the act of making the mess. I stood there my eyes filling with more and more tears.
How could I believe that Lestat would ever love me. No one loved me. I was alone again. Over and over again everyone I loved left me. My parents, Armand, Marius, Benji, and now Lestat. I wanted to run out and find the nearest fire and throw myself into it. I wanted to end my misery. Be rid of this world. The world where no one loved Sybelle anymore. The world in which I was outcast from, a world where I so desperately wanted to love and be loved in return. Should I leave Lestat a note? Hell no. He doesn’t care. Never did he care. He only used me. I’m always being used. Like a toy and then cast aside when a new and better toy arrives. Now I understand why so many vampires go insane and kill themselves. It’s because no one in this world cares for them or they are always abandoned and left alone to wander. Loneliness is like solitary confinement for us immortals. It kills us. We don’t want to be punished. And that’s just what I felt like. I was in solitary confinement for being with Lestat. Fine. If that’s what they want. Fuck Lestat, Fuck Louis, and fuck the world. I could care less anymore.
Oh yes. That depression was slowly being channeled into anger and I decided then that it was time to leave. I had to. I needed to get away. I was the result of all this. Now Lestat and Louis were in Louis’ room talking trying to make things better. This sickened me and angered me even more. Climbing out the window I allowed myself to fall to the ground landing on my feet as if I were a cat. I walked to a near by tree and started to hit it. A lot of good that would have done because the tree didn’t do anything and I was only hurting myself more in return. I took my hands to my head on either side and grabbed my hair, closing my eyes tight and bunching my hands into fists with hair in my fists and just squeezed. My mind was locked tight so that no one could hear and I screamed with in my mind. I argued and cussed and beat myself up mentally for being so stupid. I was the whore of this game this time. I made myself look like the slut. To Lestat I was just another piece of ass and he got what he wanted. My blood was boiling and raging.
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Post by Louis II on Sept 25, 2006 23:01:00 GMT 1
I listened to him, watching him. He was struggling with this whole experience and I knew it. Part of me was basking in his discomfort like a sunbather... soaking in it's raise and letting it caress my fragile and bruised ego as if it were the sun kissing my skin and making it a golden hue. But the other part of me felt ashamed that I had brought him to this unraveling state. He'd never admit of course that this was horrible for him, but I could tell in the timbre of his voice, the gesticulation and his subtle facial _expression that it was torture.
He made some silly movement, as if he were a preist, forgiving me my sins and removing the burdon of my wrong doings from my shoulders. This, was too much.
"Lestat... shut up." The words came out, as if momentarly, my brain and my vocal cords had been disconnected somewhere and I could no longer control the words that came forth.
I walked over to him taking his hands in my own. Having that closeness suddenly brought a great comfort and a rush of endorphins to my soul, I felt my pulse quicken.
"Listen to me okay? Be quiet a moment and just listen." I brought one hand up and moved some of the misplaced golden curls away from his eyes. "I love you, I do. I am so callous to you sometimes, so hurtful. I do not mean to be. Well, sometimes I do. But..." I choked a little on my own words. "but...deep down everytime you find your lover du jour I can't help but feel a little bit jealous, hurt..." I was bearing my soul now, it was all or nothing.
"Do you even want me to be with you anymore? Do you want to keep me beside you? Because if you do I don't think I can take it anymore when you bring home a new lover. I am all yours, you know this, I have been yours alone for sometime now. But I admit, I have denied you things that I shouldn't have and..."
I let go of his hand and ran both of mine through my hair. I was feeling uncomfortable suddenly, the room felt awfully small and like it was collapsing in on me. I wanted to tell him things, I wanted to request a small thing from him that would change our relationship forever. But there was the potentially of hurt, the risk of losing him, because if we progressed from here in the way I was about to tell him...he could end up crushing my heart beyone any repair. He could eventually destroy me.
"Lestat... I want you to make love to me." I swallowed after the words left my mouth and looked him in the eyes. I knew that there would be the answer before he spoke any words, and as I waited to find my solace, I felt as though my heart would beat from my chest with the anticipation.
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Post by Lestat II on Sept 25, 2006 23:02:50 GMT 1
I opened my mouth to respond, but quickly closed it when no words came out. This...what? Did I hear his correctly, or maybe I'm just going crazy? Where was our standard battle of tooth and claw? Where was the yelling and screaming we seemed to so naturally default to these days? Granted, this was...different then most of our arguments. But this time Louis had completely caught me off guard.
I was...stunned.
God knows, those were the very words I've been secretly waiting to hear for decades. Watching him from the corner of my eyes when he was but a brooding fledgling escaping his pain in his books. Taunting and teasing him just to see that flush in his cheeks when he got passionate. Even stealing little glimpses of him feeding every now and then.
And then eventually giving up on him...finding a little comfort in the arms of others.
And yet...
It was somehow never enough, was it? It was somehow never...
It was never Louis.
And now here we were. And I was just standing there like the fool I am. Because now I knew that I had never really given up on him. Old emotions I thought I had tied down with a rock and thrown into the river were resurfacing with a vengeance.
But what was I to make of it all? Louis was obviously being sincere, I knew him too well to think this was a cheap trick of his to quickly settle our argument. Louis was looking up at me with those sad hopeful eyes and that was enough to tell me this was real. So why this struggle in me? Why this feeling that something was terribly wrong here?
Mon Dieu, he looked so delicate, so fragile. Then that thought. Did he…know what he was asking? Was this really what he wanted right now? Was that a hint of fear in his eyes?
In normal circumstances I enjoy making my own fate and usually discard the idea of any predetermination. It makes me claustrophobic, thinking that every one of my steps is planned out for me and I’m simply filling someone else’s schedule. But right now I really wanted to believe that whatever I did, whatever the outcome of my actions would be at this moment, whatever happens is just part of a bigger plan.
I could really use a little hint to how this was going to work itself out, though.
Finally I simply couldn’t stand it any longer. I couldn’t take this heavy self-conciseness, I just couldn’t stand here mulling over every possibility. I had to do something.
Fuck it.
I took a step forward with a trembling heart and ran my fingers down the side of his face.
“Louis…” I started, and then trailed off, not certain what to say next. Oh, how I wanted this! But even more than that, I wanted Louis to want this, and I wasn’t sure he did. But his eyes! How it broke my heart!
“I love you,” I said, looking into his intense green eyes. “I always have, and I always will.” It hurt me that I had to say this. No, not that I had to say it necessarily, but that he didn’t know this already. How could he not know! He really does think I’m awful, doesn’t he?
And he has a good reason to think that, I thought silently. How could I have let things get so bad that Louis had to go to such great lengths to find evidence that I loved him?
Well, it was about time I made it painfully clear what I thought of him.
I grabbed his collar suddenly and hesitated a moment, watching the flicker of light in his eyes. Then I brought my mouth to his own in what was supposed to be a tender kiss, but as soon as I felt his lips against my own my passion escaped and my tongue dipped hungrily passed his lips, tasting every curve, every crevice of his mouth.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I repeated feverishly, wanting to get through to him, needing him to understand that I meant what I said. Oh god, how I meant what I said.
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Post by Louis II on Sept 25, 2006 23:05:39 GMT 1
Before I could wrap my brain about any of the words he had said, any of the feelings he'd reflected, I he grabbed me by the collar and pressed his lips against mine. An initial hesitation came over me and my instincts wanted me to pull away from him, but I fought against them, desiring only to stay in this splendor as my lips seemed to melt with his until it was almost like we were one.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,”
His words rang into my ears and I couldn't tell him how much I'd needed to hear those words the way he had told them to me now. I moved my arms up around his neck and soon found myself working my fingers through his hair. I broke the kiss, letting out a moan I couldn't supress, feeling my body tingling all over, and these were only kisses...
I slipped my hands down, my head rolling back a bit, knowing my neck was exposed to him and I began to unbotton his shirt, slowly even though the anticipation of it was killing me. But something in me made it stop.
"Lestat... if we do this there has to be a change between us." The hault was destroying me. "If we do this I can't be the lover that is your back up plan. You have to be all mine. I won't share you."
By this time I was panting like a dog trying to find shade on a hot summer day. He'd woken up some dormant animal inside me and I wanted nothing more now than to tackle him to the ground and ravish him until I'd had my fill. I wanted to make him remember why he'd made me in the first place, I wanted him to have a new reason to love me. I wanted to make him never want to leave my side again. He was making me awfully selfish.
I pushed him into a sitting position before strattling his lap and running my finger down the exposed part of his chest. This was a new side to me, one he'd never seen, well experienced. He'd never known the sexual side of me, the man who slept with women in his mortal days, without a thought or a care in his drunken fevers.
"I need to know this before I can go any further."
I swallowed, running my hand through my hair. When Ella Fitzgerald sang Fever, she must have been talking about Lestat. I looked him over, his tight, muscled chest and the way it heaved in his passion, the mess his hair was now from the war my fingers had recently fought with it. You give me fever When you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever In the morning Fever all through the night. I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, still able to taste him and it made me swoon.
I needed my composure for this one moment. I forced myself to look at him, look him the eyes and fight back the desire to smother him now in my embrace and leave him begging for more.
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Post by Lestat II on Sept 25, 2006 23:10:18 GMT 1
Louis passion was so intense I was struggling to keep my head from spinning. The feeling of his long fingers dancing across my burning skin, the sound of his short breaths ringing in my ears, and finally those beautiful green eyes hazed over with lust. What I had only dreamed of was springing to life right before my eyes, and so much better than anything I could have imagined.
I heard his voice then and to my painful disappointment his hand stopped moving across my chest. "Lestat..." He said, "If we do this there has to be a change between us. If we do this I can't be the lover that is your back up plan. You have to be all mine. I won't share you."
This made me a little nervous. I can't say I've ever truly been told by anyone that I had to be faithful, all of my previous lovers had sort of accepted my eccentric attitude and I wondered if I could really promise Louis this. But then Louis pushed me back so I was sitting on the bed and straddled me, and I fought back a moan upon experiencing this aggressive side to him. "I need to know this before I can go any further." He said, staring at me expectantly. He licked his lip and any doubts I had were suddenly washed away. But then again, I have a feeling I would have agreed to anything just to get us going again.
"Mon amour," I said with a devilish smile, my voice thick with unfulfilled longing, running my hands up his hips and under his shirt, resting at the small of his back. "You keep this up and I won't have the energy for anyone else." This was obviously not the answer he was looking for and so I leaned forward and brushed my lips quickly against his own.
"I'm yours, only yours, My Beautiful One," I whispered and traced little licks and nibbles down his jaw line, down his neck, reaching for his shirt and undoing the buttons as my lips reached them. The more I got of him the more I needed from him, and my yearning was so sharp I could taste it. God, he must have been made in a image of the angels themselves, his beautiful white body was already stained a little with blood sweat and I wondered how long it's been since he'd been touched in such an intimate way.
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Post by Louis II on Sept 25, 2006 23:13:21 GMT 1
His words were exactly what I needed to hear, whether or not he was saying them just to appease me. I let him undo the buttons of my shirt, planting is little kisses. I felt my head fall back, lost in the waves that had consumed me. I couldn't stiffle the moan that escaped from my lips and truth be told I did not want to. I just wanted more of him. I wanted him to know every inch of my body by the time the night was finished.
It was going too slowly. I forced myself to sit forward, pushing him backward onto the bed and ripping his shirt off before kissing his lips hard, biting his lip a little and feeling the sweet taste of his blood trickling down my throat in a tantalizing dance. I could no longer bear being without his touch. I kept kissing, moving my way down word and stopping just above the the waist of his pants. I smirked slightly up at him.
I ripped the button off with my teeth and pulled the pants down followed by the undergarments. Before me lay his manhood, ready at attention. I could feel the devious smile working its away across my mouth as a I opened my mouth and closed it around his member, and giving it a forceful suck.
I pulled back at his moan, running my tongue along the shaft before wrapping my mouth around it again. I began to suck hard, faster, letting his moans guide how hard I worked. With each moan, I sucked harder and he was lost in the throws of passion as his he grabbed hold of a pillow as with a final moan he came.
I licked his shaft again as he finished, working my way back up the original path. His skin was discolored from blood sweat and as I kissed I licked up traces of the blood that were rolling like down his form like fresh rain on a window. As I kissed, I lingered with my tongue around his naval, and his nipples, before finally stopping and placing kisses up his neck, a long his jaw and finally resting in another passionate, kiss, forcing my tongue between his teeth.
Pulling away, I rolled over on my stomache beside him, almost forcing him on top of me. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked over my shoulder at him, amused slightly by the messy mat that his hair had become, like a golden bush atop his head. I rolled more onto my side, grabbing his arm and pulling him down so that his ear was just in front of my mouth.
I leaned in, whispering, commanding, yet sensual, soft, yet forceful. "Fuck me Lestat. I want you to fuck me unconscious. Fuck me so hard, I forget my name. I can only remember to call out yours in the throws of passion."
And with that, I released his arm and went back to laying on my stomche, anticipating his entrance.
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Post by Lestat II on Sept 25, 2006 23:15:44 GMT 1
Louis left me gasping and trembling with the aftershocks of my little death, feeling very weak but enlivened at the same time. Mon dieu, this was aggressiveness I'd never even thought Louis capable of, and now that it exposed itself I was loving every second. His light kisses trailing up my body and calming my fluttering heart. I barely had time to catch my breath when Louis rolled me on top of him. I was about to say something when he pulled me towards him and whispered seductively in my ear, "Fuck me Lestat. I want you to fuck me unconscious. Fuck me so hard, I forget my name. I can only remember to call out yours in the throws of passion."
The lust in his voice sent shivers down my spine and I felt a renewed ache burning my skin. How was it possible that he could be so submissive and yet have me wrapped around his little finger? I ran my hands along the soft skin of his back and adjusted myself so I was directly on top of him. Then, slowly, I inserted myself in him, using all my self-restraint not to rush things so fast that it wouldn’t be enjoyable for Louis. Dieu, putain, he was so damn tight, I made a small noise that mixture between a whimper and a growl. Louis squirmed underneath me, and I stopped for a moment, giving him time to adjust. Once we were both comfortable I began moving my hips rhythmically, trying to keep a steady pace, which was a futile expectation. Just the fact that Louis’ beautiful body was pressed up against my own was enough to make me go crazy, and his earlier command had spark such an urgency in me that I couldn’t think of anything except hearing our ragged gasps in the height of our passion. I began to thrust harder into him, faster, grabbing on to his hips impulsively as though to control myself. But any concept of “control” had long left the bedroom and we were now both wild in the frenzy of our passions. I was almost afraid I was hurting him, I had so completely lost it, but the sounds he was making suggested otherwise.
The scent of his blood sweat was engulfing me in a delicate haze and I began to lick it off his back as I kept plunging into him, but the lingering taste wasn’t enough to satisfy me, it just left my mouth watering. I couldn’t restrain myself any longer and drove my fangs into his tender neck, lapping up the blood that came streaming out. Oh, sweet sweet blood, warm liquid light whiter than the clearest day and ecstasy so satisfying it was painful. Yes, mine, but so much more, god, so much more, he was Louis, there was no other way to describe it. He tasted like Louis. He tasted like that vagabond mortal I found roaming the streets in a zombied state, but it was different, he was a vampire now and the sensations were so much more mesmerizing.
Louis cried out and I could fee the tremors of his orgasm vibrating violently through his body, setting me off once again and I moaned loudly against his neck and dug my nails into his sides. And then I was lying on top of him, panting like I had in my mortal days fighting the wolves, loving the feel our bodies slick with sweat and trying to blink away the black spots dancing in my eyes. “Mon amour, beautiful Louis, I love you,” I murmured as I licked away the remnants small wound in the side of his neck and bit my tongue slightly so my own blood could heal it faster.
I needed so badly to kiss him then and reluctantly pulled out of him so I could roll him over. I then lay back on top of him and pressed my lips against his own lovingly, even a little sloppily in my dazed state, just relishing in the feel of his soft lips, the way his green emerald eyes flashed with such light even now. “I would give up all eternity for your kiss,” I mused suddenly, not even away I was saying it and feeling slightly strange now that I had said it. Not wanting him to respond, I kissed him again, just caressing his tongue with my own and floating on the bliss of this moment. Just as it should be.
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Post by Louis II on Sept 25, 2006 23:17:12 GMT 1
“I would give up all eternity for your kiss,”
And with that he kissed me, our tongues wrapping together in a dance inside my mouth, his mouth. It was intoxicating, more than any fine wine or alcohol that man could create. I was swimming in ecstacy, no love in my mortal existance could have ever compared to what I was experiencing now. There was no embrace like this, no feeling. I was completely lost to him now. Anything he had finally seduced that last resisting part of my soul that had resisted his spell. No witch could hold a candle to Lestat's power. I was now completely his possession.
I broke the kiss and rolled around so that I could curl myself into his arms. When I was comfortable I snuggled close to him, resting my head upon his chest and listening to the racing pound of his heart as it began to slow into a more regular beat. I could feel my heart doing the same dance behind my ribcage, a banging and frantic state before slowing down to a steady rate.
A beautiful shroud of contentment was flowing over me now, an invisible visage that made all my fears, troubles, concerns, hatreds vanish like they'd never existed. I was a child under a blanket, tucked in by his mother and father and kissed good night. Peace had filled my heart for the first time since my brother's death all those years ago. I felt a feeling I hadn't felt in ages.
Happy. At this moment I could say that I was completely happy. I knew exactly where I stood with Lestat now. I felt his fingers wrapping around my hair, he gently caressed my head as I lie there basking in the moment of afterglow that and engulfed the both of us.
"I love you," I whispered softly. If he had not been a vampire I knew he'd never have been able to hear my words. But since he could I felt the small shy smile spred across my lips. I wanted him to hold me like this forever. "I'm sorry that it took me so long to realize that this is where I want to be... for my eternity."
I felt a small hunger beginning to grow inside me and I knew I'd have to go out before the sun returned from it's time on the other side of the world. But I didn't want to leave this bliss now. I wanted to stay. I wanted nothing more than to be here.
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Post by Lestat II on Oct 27, 2006 21:32:04 GMT 1
Santino/Wisteria:
Santino's thread continued from Transylvania...Sybelle's chamber.
Swiftly I landed in the city of New Orleans, the sounds of a far off Jazz festival resounding in my ears.
As I neared the corner of Rue Royale the heartbeat of the beautiful one came pounding into me. And my eyes widened and a wide grin spread upon my lips.
'Well now....' I thought as I chuckled deeply, 'It seems Monsiuer Du Lac is quite occupied at this very moment. Perhaps he is caught in the blood swoon, his victim. Moaning and gasping uncontrollably in his deadly embrace. Her every breath begging not to be her last.
Lestat has often told of the sheer beauty of seeing his most favored of fledglings feed. Often spying on him as Louis did what he refers to as...."That which must be done."
Easily I raised myself upwards into the night air, and silently landed upon their balcony. Grinning widely, I peered through their fanciful lace curtains.
And as my eyes beheld the scene before me, I forcibly withheld a loud gasp, and for the very first time in my immortal life. I felt myself weak at the knees, and almost fell backwards and most ungraciously off of their narrow balcony!
And there before me, on an overly lavish French canopy bed, lay Lestat and his Louis entangled in each others arms. The combined bloodsweat of their passions mingling throughout the bedroom, causing my eyes to roll back involuntarily as my vampiric senses easily took in the sexual aroma of their intensely heated bloodsweat. And my chest heaved and my own bloodsweat began to build upon my brow.
Slowly I backed away.....too early, much too early. I need to come upon him when he is alone, without his powerful master and lover by his side. No....I must wait for the opportune moment when he has no one to come to his rescue, and his screams fall upon deaf ears.
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Post by Lestat II on Oct 27, 2006 21:34:09 GMT 1
Santino/Wisteria:Lonely...
Lonely and deserted are the streets of almost any city in the dead of night. And in the city of New Orleans it is perfect hunting grounds for the vampire who indulges in his own anonymity.
His victims wayward drunks and long forgotten prostitutes. And they are all fitting company for one another.
Society's refuse, seeking to end their pathetic and useless lives in whatever manner possible, and yet...filled to the brim with such bitter cowardice, and it is that which makes them such easy prey to the loner vampire. Easily beckoning to him these hapless mortals as though he were a pied piper and they are the human rats scurrying about in the darkest and most dismal corners of the city.
And it is the deadly kiss of a hungry vampire that allows these out casted mortals whose own morbid detachment often rivals that of the cruelest vampire. Ah yes, the kiss of a vampire gives their vagrant victims the only true passion they have ever felt on the last night of their most wretched lives.
Ah yes...the loner Louis de Pointe du Lac, whose human footsteps can be heard for miles by even the most newborn of vampires. and his maker is quite right, for the sheer beauty of watching him feed is enough to make any vampire catch his breath and moan in unison with the swoon of his prey.
Ah such feeling vampires we are, well...some of us anyway....
Grinning at the thought, I silently proceeded forward and into the dark alley, and ever so gently and yet with an iron grip, I wrapped my arm around the slender waist of the peacock princes most prized possession and whilst the beautiful one still swooned in his victims blood, I raised us both into the sublime darkness of the New Orleans night sky. And whispered upon his ear....
"Now....You are MINE!!!"
And as we flew past the bright full moon to our new home in Transylvania, the sounds of an all night Jazz festival played in rhythm to the twinkling of the stars....
On a new and sunlit shore Then a new world is in store
Oh when the saints go marching in When the saints go marching in Oh lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in
We are traveling in the footsteps Of those who’ve gone before But we’ll all be reunited We are traveling in the footsteps Of those who’ve gone before But we’ll all be reunited On a new and sunlit shore
Oh when the saints go marching in When the saints go marching in Oh lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in
And when the sun refuses to shine And when the sun begins to shine Oh lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in
When the moon turns red with blood When the moon turns red with blood Oh lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in
On that hallelujah day On that hallelujah day Oh lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in
Oh when the trumpet sounds the call Oh when the trumpet sounds the call Oh lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in
Some say this world of trouble Is the only one we need But I’m waiting for that morning When the new world is revealed
When the revelation comes When the revelation comes Oh lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in
When the rich go out and work When the rich go out and work Oh lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in
When the air is pure and clean When the air is pure and clean Oh lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in
When we all have food to eat When we all have food to eat Oh lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in
When our leaders learn to cry When our leaders learn to cry Oh lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in
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Santino and Louis' thread continued in TRANSYLVANIA, "Louis' Chamber."ooc...taken from Wikpedia...The song is apocalyptic, taking much of its imagery from the Book of Revelation, but excluding its more horrific depictions of the Last Judgment. The verses about the Sun and Moon refer to solar and lunar eclipses, respectively, although these cannot actually occur simultaneously. The "trumpet" is that of the Archangel Gabriel. As the hymn expresses the wish to go to Heaven, picturing the saints going in (through the Pearly Gates), it is entirely appropriate for funerals.
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 20, 2006 2:09:53 GMT 1
I loved the feeling of my snug little Louis in my embrace, curling around him like a protective barrier and keeping him safe in my arms. I ran my hand through his hair, enjoying the feeling of the silky strands between my fingers.
"I love you," Louis said so quietly I almost had to strain to hear him. A small smile flittered across his lips, a little shy smile that melted me completely and made my heart flutter. "I'm sorry that it took me so long to realize that this is where I want to be... for my eternity."
"Shh," I murmured, kissing his forehead lightly. "No apologies tonight. No past, no nothing, I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms." I then brushed his lips with my own quickly and flashed a small smile at him. It was true, I was more than exhausted, Louis had taken quite a toll on me and I was feeling drained. It was a sort of satisfaction I haven't felt in a long, long time, such bliss that comes from lapping up the sun rays while lying in the grass on a warm day. Yes, that was precisely how I felt, like...like I was in the sun again. Strange, how easily one can forget a feeling like that after being in the darkness for so long, only to have it evoked in a moment of complete serenity.
I closed my eyes and wrapped my arm around Louis' waist, pulling him tighter to me and buried my face in his hair, loving the scent of Louis. Everything about him was so completely indescribable, words were failing me right and left and for once in my life I couldn't be happier about it.
"Mm, Louis, Louis, Louis," was the last thing I remember saying before the tranquility of it all consumed me, wishing that it wouldn't, wishing this moment could go on, wishing even the best of dreams to flee now because nothing could hold a candle to this unreal deliciousness...
But wishing never got me anywhere. Sleep grabbed me like a mortal in a vampire's embrace, and there was no use fighting it.
A cold breeze snaked through the window and the flame of one of my brightly burning candles died without a struggle.
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Post by Louis II on Dec 20, 2006 2:10:40 GMT 1
Lestat had fallen into sleep. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him laying there in his unconscious splendor. He still had a hint of a smile on his lips from our nightly events and the golden curls and fallen down a bit so they landed delicately on his face, framing it ever so perfectly.
At this point I knew however that I could no longer bask in his gorgeous sleeping figure, nor the afterglow of what had just passed between us. The sun would be here in only a few short hours and I had very little time to quench this hunger before it caught me out. And death by the sun was the furthest thought from my mind right now. The sooner I fed, the sooner I could resume my place beside Lestat.
Removing myself from his grasp, I slipped out of bed, grabbing my clothes and changing back into them as quickly as I could. I admit they we difficult to find in a timely manner, seeing as they were all over the room in various places. I blushed a little at this realization, though no one but Lestat and I knew of this night and its activities.
Once I dressed and headed for the window. Before going out into the soft breeze of morning, I took one last glance at Lestat laying there peacefully in sleep. I smiled to myself. For the first time in the over 200 years we'd been together I could not wait to see him again. I slipped out the window quietly.
I walked through the empty morning streets of New Orleans, which was empty of anyone but a few drunks heading home in groups and pairs. I would find the one person out alone and from them I would feed. And I wanted to do it soon so I could return home. And as university kids passed me by and tourists laughed as they found themselves lost in my fair city, I saw my victim clearly.
A young woman... she couldn't have been more than twenty years of age. I almost felt that old guilt return when I decided to take her, but this was a desperate situation. No time for my guilt to win now. I followed her as she found herself lost, alone and drunk. I would make it fast for her, more out of my own selfish desire to return to Lestat than any other reason.
I grabbed her from behind quick and pulled her into the alley, sinking my teeth into her neck before she even knew what had happened. The blood slowly trickled down my throat and the swoon began as my hunger subsided with her sacrafice. When I was finished, I pulled away, sealing the wounds in her neck with a quick bite of my finger and letting her lie gently on the pavement.
I exited the alley, dusting off the wrinkles in my clothes that her body against me had made, before heading off down the street again, back to the Rue Royale, and back to my beloved Lestat.
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 20, 2006 2:13:00 GMT 1
Cold.
Or rather, the absence of heat. I haven’t really felt completely cold or hot in centuries.
I rolled over on the bed and noticed that Louis was gone. I felt a pang of disappointment at that, as well as a slight brush of fear. Could it be that Louis had left once I had fallen asleep, gone to the comfort of his own bed, already feeling regret and shame for what we did?
Instead of dwelling on it, I turned my attention to the breeze that snaked its way up my back. I pushed off the blanket before I got up from my comfortable spot and went over to the window, shutting it quickly. The room was completely dark—funny, I thought I had left some candles burning. Ah well, must have been the wind. I couldn’t really care less; I was just giving my mind things to fill up with so the thought of Louis come back. I fell back on to the bed and slipped under the blanket in an attempt to fall again into blissful ignorance. I was allowed no such luck, however, and rolled onto my side.
Intense blue eyes and golden hair splayed out on the pillow like blood drops from a gun shot. Her red lips looked as though painted on her little doll’s face as she stared back at me with a haunting innocence.
“Jesus!” I said, startled, and jumped to a sitting position, self-consciously wrapping the blanket around me tighter. “Claudia, what the hell are you doing?” Once over my initial surprise, I became incensed. Why did she have to come here now, of all times? Why ruin this otherwise perfect night?
“Is that really what it is?” Claudia said, sitting up as well so her blond curls flowing down her shoulders in a way that I used to fancy similar to my own and laughing in her childlike gaiety. “An otherwise perfect night? I wouldn’t know, I was never given the chance to know anything about long lovers’ nights. But you know this.”
“Claudia,” I repeated, with some insistence this time, “what do you want?”
“It’s not what I want,” she said, frowning slightly, “it’s what you don’t want.”
She then looked me straight in the eyes and I felt as though something crumbled inside of me. Mon dieu, what happened to us? How did we let such a distance grow between us? I wanted to embrace her then, to feel my child in my arms, when her eyes suddenly darted to something behind me.
“It is getting brighter,” she said and I turned my head to the window. The stars hung motionless in the still-black sky. I turned back around only to find her gone.
Sleep, I could almost feel her breath upon my neck her words rang so clearly in my ears. Sleep, and when you awake you will wish you hadn’t.
With that I felt my eyelids growing heavy and my back fell softly back onto the bed. I couldn’t stay awake if I wanted to, and before too long I was sinking into black unconsciousness.
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Post by Lestat II on Dec 20, 2006 2:25:37 GMT 1
I was in such a daze when I awoke I can’t tell you the exact moment I opened my eyes nor can I say what my thoughts were, if I had any at all. I blinked spider webs of sleep away and tried to regain my footing. I couldn’t remember the last time I got such a good days sleep. Hmm…soft blankets, fluffy pillows, a not completely unfamiliar ceiling…ah, yes, my lips curled into a small smile and I basked in the beauty of it all. Louis’s room. I was in Louis’s room. And mon dieu, how good it felt to say that. Images of the passion we’d spent washed through my mind and I found myself running my hand through my hair absently. However it was best not to dwell too long on delicious images without Louis here to reenact a few and so—wait a moment, speaking of the devil, where was he? Not here. Not here by my side. For a moment a brief fear struck me that I had dreamt it all, but I had only to look around me to prove that that was not so. Not only was I in Louis’s room, but our clothes had been flung in all different directions. Scratch that. My clothes were scattered, Louis’s clothes were no where to be found. I knew Louis could be a bit obsessive about things like that, but I also knew if he was going to go through the trouble of picking up his own clothes he would have done mine the same favor. Hmm…
I rolled out of bed (Louis’s bed. Our bed) and decided Louis must be out hunting. Strange for him to have woken before me…but then again, I had been exhausted. And to top it off my little reunion with Claudia had certainly sapped enough energy out of me to keep me asleep for longer than usual.
My reunion with Claudia…it was coming back to me in fragments. But now that I strained to recall it, it seemed to fall farther and farther out of my reach.
I resolved to fix this problem in one of my favorite ways, which was this: Forget about it. I’ll think about it later. I had all eternity to mull over such things, hadn’t I?
I had more pressing matters to worry about at this moment. More pressing matters, for example, like the sticky residue of blood sweat from last night that still coated my body. Not to mention was hair was an utter catastrophe. A relaxing cold shower was in order. Relaxing enough to get my mind off of Claudia, and cold enough to get my mind off of Louis.
I succumbed to the soft hiss of the water and as half-thoughts flittered through my mind I vaguely wondered about Sybelle. Throughout this whole ordeal, I had tried to think as little as possible of the moment when I would have to break it to her that I was in fact the Brat Prince. I’m so sorry, darling, but Lelio died centuries ago. It had been nice, but you didn’t think it would last, did you? Oh dieu, I really didn’t want to think of what I was going to tell her. If only it had been someone else, if only I hadn’t got her so wrapped up in this affair. Focus on the shower. Focus on the water sliding down your skin. Focus on anything else as though your life depended on it.
I hummed a little tune from my Satan’s Night Out days.
I left the shower, wrapped a soft towel around my waist, and went to my own room. The blankets still held the crease of where a fragile feminine body had laid, but Sybelle herself was gone. Strange. I felt the start of something resembling nervousness creep up on me. Logical explanation: she was out hunting. Even more logical explanation: she had woken up in a strange room of a strange house alone and had decided to go out. Maybe she was searching for me. Or maybe she was angry that I had abandoned her in this unfamiliar place and so up and left. I favored the second option; it left no room for awkward explanations or broken hearts.
I moved to my dresser and began shifting through clothes. I was nostalgic for leather and silk so whipped out something stylish but comfortable from the lower compartments. I glanced at myself in the large mirror the hung along the wall. The blood sweat was washed off, my hair was tamed as much as possible (which, by the way, is never saying much), and clean clothes adorned my body, but anxiety still fed upon me.
There was something terribly wrong tonight.
And it had something to do with what Claudia had told me.
But I was going to lose my mind if I kept this up. Frustrated with my inability to remember what had gone on between me and Claudia (and with my vampire’s memory, for the love of God!), I made my way downstairs and glanced at the old ticking clock. Where the hell was Louis? That bastard, he had some nerve staying away well into the night after everything we did. And I thought our relationship was improving. Didn’t he care at all? Had he regretted it? He better have some good fucking excuse.
I was losing my temper and needed some fresh air to clean my lungs and hopefully my mind. Some fresh blood, too. And the city was thriving tonight.
A man with cropped brown hair was walking briskly down the street and I could practically smell the blood on his hands. It had been a recent murder, I could tell because his mind was still spinning with images.
I caught him in my embrace quickly and before I could sink my fangs into him he sputtered: “What do you want?”
“It’s not what I want,” I whispered and nuzzled his neck, “it’s what you don’t want.” The words had tumbled out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying. Like a flash it came back to me. Sleep, and when you awake you will wish you hadn’t. Those had been her words, hadn’t they? Her very words?
I made it quick. His blood warmed my veins.
Something was terribly, terribly wrong tonight. And therein lay the torment. I knew something awful had happened, or would happen, but I had no idea what it was.
With a crushing panic I thought of Louis.
Back at Rue Royale. Calling his name. No answer. The house was deader than the man I left in the alleyway.
Prowling the streets. Visiting Louis’s favorite feeding areas as well as places I knew he couldn’t stand. Bourbon Street, the Garden District, Magazine Street, St. Charles Avenue, the Lafayette cemetery. Up and down every corner of the French Quarter. I was running out of options quickly.
So maybe this is all irrational, I tried to calm myself, maybe this is just a whim, maybe I’ve really lost it this time. Not only was I seeing my dead daughter, oh no, I had gone far beyond that; I was acting on things she had told me, becoming wildly alarmed at the slightest of her suggestions. This was what I’d seen in the movies a million times, wasn’t it? These were the thoughts and actions of madmen.
I needed this to stop. Now.
So I went to the last place I hadn’t searched. The old church Louis had found me in all those years ago where I had asked him to live with me again in the Rue Royale, which at that time I had only just renovated. It was amazing how quickly time passed, and yet how long ago the past appeared in remembrance.
With a sinking heart I found the church to be empty. I should have guessed it, but a large part of me wouldn’t accept defeat.
Now what? Run back to the Rue to see if he had made it home in my absence? And for what? To find it just as empty as I left it? The night was losing its youth and I had long lost my patience. But the strain of dread had worn me thin and I was weary of it all.
I danced my fingers quickly through a line of softly burning candles, watching the flames flutter in annoyance. Maybe I’ll just sit here for a while. Rest in an empty pew with no one to disturb me. No one but God, that is, should he chose this moment to smite me as Armand had promised his coven members would happen all those years ago, I thought with a wry smirk. Go ahead. Smite me, you bastard. I’m long past my due date anyway. What have you been waiting for? A sign from—oh, never mind. Now I was talking to myself.
Official diagnosis: Lost it.
I left the church without looking back and made my way home.
(Lestat's thread continued in "At The Rue Royal"...)
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