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Post by Lestat II on May 1, 2007 0:30:04 GMT 1
Lestat as written by Yours Truly Walking is positively amazing. It truly stuns the mind exactly how therapeutic walking can be. The anger that had been tearing me apart was clearing and I felt more relaxed. And all because of the simple act of walking. Just for now, just for this moment, I could get away from everyone, everything, and just walk. I needed something to take my mind off my current problems, I needed just to wind down and sleep on everything that had just happened. But what's this? A new store up ahead. What better thing to do then to get completely lost in a warehouse? And this looked like an intriguing one too. "Enchantments", sounded like a store owned by witches. I was wrong. I peaked through the window to see a rather delicious looking vampire talking to a mortal. A vampire, in my New Orleans? A simple slip into her mind told me that she owned this store. Hmmm. How very interesting. I opened the door and a small bell rang. The vampire's eyes glanced up only for a moment and connected with mine. Something flickered briefly in her eyes and it was obvious she could tell that I was also a vampire. She quickly looked back to the mortal and started to respond to whatever the mortal's question had been. I sauntered over to the books section and began running my fingers teasingly over the spines, running my eyes over the titles but not really reading them. But then one author's name caught my eye. John Grisham, one of Louis' little guilty pleasures. He was one of the few writers that I introduced Louis to. I also tried to get him to read Jeffery Deaver, but he put it down after a while. I hadn't expected him to like it, was an action novel, and a rather gory one at that, but I still couldn't understand how he could put it down! Anyway, this Grisham book I was holding was called "Last Juror". Had he read that one? I couldn't remember. I toyed with the idea of getting it for him, but then I remember my reason for being here in the first place and put it back. I glanced back up at the vampire and noticed she had stopped talking to the mortal and had gone to the desk where the cash register lay and took out some paper to scribble on them. I looked around the store to find that there weren't that many people here, but was just what was to be expected this late at night. I walked slowly up to the vampire so she could hear me approaching, and yet she didn't look up from what she was writing. I leaned on the desk and started to speak. "This is a nice store," I told her, wanting her to acknowledge my presence. "How long has it been open?"
Tay Tay looked up from her writing and smiled. "Thank you. It had been open for a week now. My name is Tay and I'm the owner. I make all the clothing you see. Is there anything I may help you with monsieur?" Tay said to him.
Tay's ocean blue eyes sparkled at the man before her. He was good looking to be a vampire. She moved out from behind the counter in hopes that she could help him find something to his specifics. "Did you see any books you liked?" She asked him.
I wavered with the idea of asking her about the book, and then decided what the hell and started to speak.
"Actually, Tay, I was looking at the John Grisham book, 'Last Juror'. Do you recommend it?"
Tay smiled and said, "Indeed monsieur I do recommend that book. The author is a great writer."
"Alright," I said, taking out some money, "I'll take your word for it."
Tay smiled took the money, gave him tjhe correct change and bagged his book and handed it to him. "Thank you Monsieur. I hope that you will come back have a great evening."She said.
"Oh, I will," I said winking at her and headed out the door.
I walked out of the store with the book in my hands and was silently cursing myself for buying it. Oh well, it wasn't as if money was a big problem for me anyway. It just seemed as though by buying it somehow I was giving in to Louis and it was mocking me. I was walking down the street when suddenly I felt a familiar presence and looked around me. And, to my amazement, there was Sybelle! What was she doing in Orleans? She hadn't noticed me yet and I couldn't very well pass up an opportunity to be a perfect devil. I snuck up behind her and put my book on the floor so it wouldn't get in the way. Then, without any warning, I covered her eyes with my hands and growled in a deep voice, "give me all you've got, pretty little thing."
Sybelle let out a little yelp of fear and I felt a little bad so, keeping her eyes covered, I placed a rough kiss on her lips. She seemed to recognize my lips and smiled into the kiss.
"You're a little devil, you know that?" she said with a laugh playing on her lips. Although she was laughing, I sensed a hint of sadness of her. I caught a wisp of a thought from her mind, and I knew then that she was lonely. I wanted to erase the despair from her eyes; I wanted to suck it out of her blood like one might draw venom from a wound. I pulled her closer to me as though somehow that would show her that she was not alone, never alone with me.
"Yes, I know it," I said, smiling, "and I love to hear you say it. Go ahead, say it again. Tell me what a little devil I am."
She laughed gayly and I couldn't get rid of this stupid smile that was hanging on my lips.
"I think you just don't want to admit you are more of an angel than you'd like to believe," she said with a little grin twinkling in her eyes.
"Oh really?" I said with a playful challenge in my voice, wrapping my arm around her waist and enjoying the way that one movement brought us closer together.
"Really," she said, her eyes never looking away from mine and the same challenge evident in her own voice.
"Well, I think you're more of a devil than you'd like to admit," I told her.
Sybelle[/b] "I think you just don't want to admit you are more of an angel than you'd like to believe," I said with a little grin twinkling in my eyes.
"Oh really?" He said with a playful challenge in his voice, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Really," I said, my eyes never looking away from his and the same challenge evident in my own voice.
"Well, I think you're more of a devil than you'd like to admit," he told me.
I laughed and leaned in closer and whispered into his ear softly, "That is for me to know monsieur and for you to some day find out."
I was teasing him and I knew it was driving him crazy. I moved away from him and turned to walk towards what direction would be the nearest cheap place to buy clothes. Being limited on money I had to be careful with what I bought. One thing I never really had was money like Armand and Lestat even Daniel had.
I looked back at him. He was watching my body. I was in a pink spaghetti strap shirt with a matching pink low rise skirt that barely fell mid thigh. One slight bend and one could probably see everything. I had no choice but to wear it since I had to go clothes shopping. "Mmmm. Handsome devil...are you going to come along or are you going to stand there with your tounge haning out of your mouth and drool falling down your shirt?" I asked him. [/color]
She laughed and leaned so close I could feel her breath tickling my ear. "That is for me to know monsieur," she whispered seductively, "and for you to some day find out." I felt a tingle down my spine at those words and wanted to throw her up against the wall and kiss her fiercely but she moved away and started to walk in the other direction. I couldn't help but take advantage of my position to sneak a peak at her. She was, as usual, dressed to kill, showing enough of her creamy soft skin to painfully torment but not enough, never enough, to satisfy.
"Mmmm. Handsome devil...are you going to come along or are you going to stand there with your tongue hanging out of your mouth and drool falling down your shirt?"
I had forgotten myself once again and returned to the world.
"Wha--oh, yes of course. And I don't drool." I said defensively, "it's not my fault that you choose to wear the very outfits that complement your wonderful body perfectly. But," I teased as I caught up with her, "at least your not wearing that damn corset anymore."
She smiled and looked around the block.
"May I ask to where we are going?" I asked when she didn't respond to my advances.
"I'm looking for a nice clothing store," she responded.
"Oh, well I know the perfect place. It just opened, it's called 'Enchantments'. Oh, speaking of which..." I ran back to get the book I had left on the sidewalk and hurried back to Ma Cherie.
"Um...I was looking for a place a little...you know...cheaper." She said with a false smile. I laughed and she turned to me, looking rather offended.
"Cherie, when you're with me, money is not a problem," I said.
"Oh, no, I don't want to--"
But before she could finish her modest objection I hooked my arm back around her waist so she couldn't get away and steered her in the direction of Enchantments.
As I tried to get away from Lestat he push me through the door and there before me was the most beautiful clothing I could ever set my eyes on. I began to shake my head and I turned around and headed for the door but yet again he caught me by my hips. "You are not going anywhere ma cherie." He said to me.
I looked into his eyes and said, "Lestat I can't afford these clothes. I barely have enough money to pay my hotel bill."
I looked at him frowning. This was so embarassing. I had no place to go no clothes to really wear, and he was my only hope. "Armand didn't give me any money. I dont' have a job, I don't know how to work, and I don't know what to do. I have to stay in a hotel because I do not know of anywhere else to go. At least stayng there will keep me out of the sun. I will just have to sleep in the closet to keep from getting burned." I said as tears fell from my face.
The tears that fell from her beautiful cheeks broke my heart. I leaned forward and gently licked the wetness from her face and kissed her eyes.
"Shh, love, shh, you wont have to sleep in a closet. I won't allow it. In fact, I forbid you to go back to that hotel. I'll get someone to get your stuff and bring it to my place. You're staying with me, and I don't want any dispute over this. Now," I lifted her chin so I could look her clearly in the eyes and make sure that she knew I wasn't teasing her, "wipe those tears off your pretty little face. You're doing awful things to this black heart of mine."
I kissed her forehead and embraced her, running my hand up and down her back and she slowly stopped her crying.
"Let's go find you something for you to wear, shall we?" I whispered into her ear. "If you're going to be walking with me I want you to be the most beautiful girl this old city has ever seen."
I sobbed and slowly very slowly I stopped. His words comforted me. I wiped my tears away and looked up at him, "Thank you Lestat. I don't know how I'll repay you." I said to him softly.
We walked over to the ladies department and I saw the most beautiful royal blue outfit. It was a floor length dress. I held it up against my body turning so Lestat could see it? "Like?" I asked him. A smile playing on my very lips again.
She slowley stopped crying and turned her beautiful eyes to me.
"Thank you Lestat. I don't know how I'll repay you." I was getting some rather wicked images in my head of how she could repay me, but for once in my life I held my tounge.
We headed towards the woman's department and she found a gorgous blue dress. She held it up to her body and turned to me. "Like?"
I smiled. "Cherie, to say I like it would be a drastic understatement."
She grinned and I helped her look around for some more clothes. Clothes which all I could think about was how good they would look ripped off her.
I walked away from him a bit and started exploring the clothes. Picking out two pairs of low rise jeans and two additional corsets. I picked out a black denim jacket for one of the corests and a pink jacket for the other. I walked around and picked up two skirted outfits that were matching and only fell to my mid thigh. I walked around and held up to my body each of the outfits looking at them against me in the mirror. I could see his eyes as he watched me from behind. His eyes devouring my looks and my vulnerable body. "You're such a tease." I said to him
Me? A tease? Who was the one in the corsets? My mouth was going dry and my ache for blood was growing keener. I hadn't had a mortal in a while, and watching Sybelle put those corsets to her slim frame was driving me crazy.
"Maybe you should try them on," I suggested.
"Alright," she agreed and made her way to the dressing room. She went inside one of the stales and locked the door. I waited outside impatiently and started to pace. I was getting that feeling again, that need to walk the streets of Orleans. No, not walk. Prowl. Get rid of this energy that was wound up tight inside of me and threatening to burst. Finally she came out dressed in a corset and tight fitting pants.
"Well?" she said, standing in the doorway, "what do you think?"
I finally decided on a way to get rid of my excessive energy and quench that damnable thirst at the same time. Just seeing her in those clothes snapped something inside of me and I was upon her faster than a cat on a mouse, with my tongue in her mouth and my hands racing over her body.
"I think," I said, my voice husky in lust, "that you would look better without any of these clothes."
"Alright," I agreed and made my way to the dressing room. I went inside one of the stales and locked the door.
"Well?" I said, standing in the doorway, "what do you think?"
Before I knew it he was upon me kissin me and making every inch of my body tingle wiht excitement.
"I think," He said, his voice husky in lust, "that you would look better without any of these clothes."
I laughed and said, "well that surely can't be done here in this store. The owner would kill us. Contain yourself my dear. Then in time you will have me."
"Mmm, but isn't it more exciting when there's a danger?" I mused, running little kisses down her neck and feeling her shudder against me, which only further inflamed my deadly need.
I was needing him. Wanting him. My body screamed for him to take me right then and there. "Okay so I need to live a little. YOu damn dirty devil you." I said before gently running my tounge behind his ear which I had heard drove most men crazy.
I was now backed against teh wall and I heard the click of the door knob as he used his mind gift to lock the door. We had to be careful so as not to make too much noise whatever we decided to do.
"Okay so I need to live a little. You damn dirty devil you." she said.
For a moment I almost felt guilty, like I was tainting her, destroying my beautiful angel pianist. Then she ran her tongue behind my ear teasingly and I thought I might die right there as I suddenly got quite light headed and my breathing hitched.
Almost felt guilty.
My fingertips ran desperately along her body and I pulled her corset open in a manner that much reminded me of my good old mortal days. Except in my haste I ripped the corset slightly, but oh well, we were going to buy it anyway. Her beautiful small breasts heaved against me and I lightly teased her with my tongue, enjoying the fact that her nipples hardened with the slightest touch.
Ah yes, I was the brat prince, I wanted her and I got her and now my love for her burned stronger than ever.
He ripped the corset just a bit and I smiled to him. He was going to be my first everything then wasn't he? I kissed his hungry lips and then ripped his shirt open by the buttons and ran my hands over his muscular chest. I broke the kiss and moved down to his neck where I greedily sank my fangs into him, taking some of his blood. I bit my tounge and closed the wound moving up to him shivering the whole time that I did, I bit my tounge again and I kissed him allowing my blood to flow into his mouth.
My hands moved to remove the pants that I had on and my light pink thong undies went to the floor with them. I smiled as my nakedness was revealed to him and my mind cried out for him to take me right then and there regardless of those around us and we had to be quiet the whole time so we wouldn't give away what we were doing.
I felt her silky pianist fingers run over my chest before I realized I was no longer wearing a shirt. She broke our kiss and my mouth felt cold and my tongue lonely without hers. But then she did something completely unexpected. I felt her fangs in me with such a violent hunger that I gasped at her power and I had to grab on to her shoulders to keep me from loosing my legs. The frantic pulling of my blood into herself was more that I could take and I was dizzy. And then just as abruptly as she had punctured me she left me and closed up the wound. And when she kissed me again I felt her lips shuddering and I tasted blood on her tongue and I wanted more. I felt her shuffling and I broke our kiss to see that she was in nothing but her little thong. She smiled at me and I could tell she was slightly nervous. Could this be her first time with someone? Impossible. And yet her shy smile said it all. I wanted badly to make her scream then, I wanted to hear her yell my name. But then I remembered where we were and I smiled devilishly. Well then, let's see how quiet my little angel could be, shall we? I kissed her lightly and slide her thong down simultaneously, and then I shoved her hard against the wall and got to my knees.
As he went to his knees my eyes widened and then I felt his lips kiss my thighs and then kiss my private area. I felt his tounge flick that little bud of mine and I moaned a bit. As he continued to play in that area my hands found their way to his head and it was taking all I had to keep from moaning out loud. My breathing was becoming more and more quickened. Oh God Lestat. Don't stop. Whatever you do don't stop.
My legs were getting weaker and Lestat's hands were exploring my body. They reached up and grabbed my breasts and played with them. The more I felt his tounge explore my private parts, the closer I was getting to exploding withing his grasp.
My moans were getting a bit louder and then I quieted them down. My breathing was becoming fast and short and as he nibbled on that little bud of mine, I shivered and then cummed hard. My first orgasm. Oh my dear God Lestat. That was my first orgasm I whispered into his mind and then pulled him up to me to kiss him tasting my very nectar on his lips and tounge. My breathing was slowing and now all I wanted was him. i wanted more, but not here. Not where we coudl get caught
Oh my dear God Lestat. That was my first orgasm.
Her words echoed into my head and I smiled as I kissed her softly. Yes, she was mine, my beautiful girl.
"Beautiful darling," I whispered as I ran my hands through her soft hair and kissed her again, but slowly this time, a sweet kiss.
Something was nagging me. That irritating voice in my head, as though Louis was somehow always peering over my shoulder. You devil, Lestat. You Brat. You don't deserve her. You're just going to hurt her, just like you've hurt everyone you love. You're going to break her heart, Lestat.
No, no, no. Not now. Now is our time. I don't care what will happen later. I just want to taste her breathe, for just this moment.
We just stood there, breathing against one another, waiting for our hearts to slow down, when I noticed her fidgeting.
"Lestat..." she said, and realized how nervous she was from being completely naked in a clothing store.
"Right," I said, and we helped dress each other and sneaked out of the dressing room. I suddenly hated how hot it was in this store and I wanted out as well, so we brought the clothes (hoping the cashier wouldn't notice any odd stains or rips) and burst out into the cool, refreshing night.
As we left the store the owner didn't even realize what had happened. She just told us to come back when we had the chance. We laughed outside the store and then I pulled him in for a soft luxurious kiss and said, "Wow. You sure do know how to make a girl go weak in her knees. I want to experience more than what we did Lestat."
I intertwined my hand with his and we walked onto wherever he was taking me. The people around us seemed oblivious to the fact that we had an intense secret about us. I kept my smile on and my blush returned. Heavily.
Outside we laughed and my darling Sybelle pulled me into a soft kiss.
"Wow," she said, "You sure do know how to make a girl go weak in her knees. I want to experience more than what we did Lestat."
I smiled at her. Suddenly I was remembered of the voice of a young girl and I heard her words as though she was whispering in my ear. I want some more.
I felt a soft hand in my own and realized Sybelle had intertwined her fingers in mine. I squeezed her little hand lightly and felt much better. Louis never walked like this with me, never enjoyed the simple pleasures in holding hands. He was too much against the idea of public affection. Or at least he had always made a big show of hating it but I know that when I kissed him in a park or something he secretly enjoyed it. Or maybe I'm lying, maybe Louis did want to hold hands with me. Maybe he knew me too well, knew the Lestat was just as likely to walk around holding hands as he was to sniffing flowers and singing to birds and join a monastery.
But something was different with Sybelle. I felt...mortal with Sybelle, as odd as that may sound. I felt like Lelio again.
I looked at Lestat and said, "I lost my parents in an accident when I was young. My brother FOx took over raising me. He would lavish me with new pianos, and even purchased Benji to look after me when he was gone. Within a few years times...Fox began to abuse me. Hitting me and stuff. Thats when Armand came into my life, killed my brother and took care of me. When I was turned into a vampire he abandoned me and Benji onto Marius. When I felt that it was okay to go out into the world I did and Benji went with me. Three years ago Benji a bandoned me and now I'm roaming alone. I've seen Armand and Daniel but he cares too much for Daniel to even care about me."
I sighed and wiped madly at the tears.
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Post by Lestat II on May 1, 2007 0:32:49 GMT 1
She had asked me something and I had completely not been paying attention at all.
"Hmm? What was that you said, Cherie?"
She finished her sad tale and turned around to look me in the eyes. It was a quizzical gaze she held me in. A gaze of distrust, almost. And I knew exactly what she was thinking. I didn't have to read her mind to know, I could see it in her eyes. You're going to hurt me, you're going to break my heart, they said. I broke her gaze. I couldn't deal with this right now. I didn't want to think about where this was going, or where it might not go. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and we started to walk again.
"You know, me and you, our pasts are very similar," I said, knowing I was avoiding the most pressing topic, but I was also trying to make her feel better. Make her feel less alone. "We both had makers who abandoned us, and then spent our vampire lives searching for love."
"But," she said, shrugging my arm off her shoulder, "you found love, didn't you? You found Louis."
We were going into territory I really didn't want to go into, but now it was escapable.
"Love," I said, after a moment's hesitation, still avoiding her eyes, "isn't a definite thing. You can't find love, it exists inside you all the time. Love is also not a limited thing. It would be impossible to go throughout all eternity with just trying to focus your energies on one target."
I know I had used a tricky defense, and without realizing it I had indirectly answered her question. So I did love Louis. But I loved her too. Couldn't she see there was nothing wrong with that?
She closed her eyes tightly and I thought she was trying to push back tears. I put my hands on her shoulder and then there was suddenly a loud sound of shattering glass as the windows of a couple cars exploded and their alarms screeched. I blinked in astonishment and Sybelle gave me a shy smile.
"Oops," she said and I laughed loudly, but still slightly bewildered. It occurred to me how little we knew of each other, I mean really knew each other, and how easily she still surprised me. And yet that's what I loved about her, wasn't it? Her complete unpredictability. I placed a soft kiss on her forehead and couldn't stop smiling.
"Oh my little lioness," I said and she grinned at the playful nickname. "You never cease to amaze me."
"So is it a deal that you won't leave me or forget me?" she asked me innocently.
"Cherie, I will do everything in my power to make sure you are never alone again," I said, slipping my arm around her waist as a couple people came towards us to ask about their cars. It was all I could do to surpress my wild laughter and when we finally got passed them I was relived.
"Tell me my darling fiend.,.what else can we do?" She said, leaning against me slightly, "You know all about me and my little secrets..."
"Hmm," I mused, "Well, we already broke two rules in one day, so I suppose our next venture ought to be something a little more tame..." She smiled at me. It was then I noticed we were walking down one of my favorite blocks, equipped with some of the best stores in the French Quarter. "Well, what else do you need?" I asked her.
She shrugged. "Nothing."
Nothing? Oh dear, she was starting to sound like Louis, living as a minimalist.
"Oh come on now, we are passing some wonderful stores and you say you need nothing?" A store caught my eye. "Ah, perfect. A music store. Louis and I have a wonderful piano at home, why don't we get you some new music books or something, hm?"
Sybelle was grinning from ear to ear as she entered the store and ran to the music books. I chuckled and headed over to my favorite section. I scanned the many cd's and pulled out a Rolling Stones cd that I had been meaning to get. I ran it through the scanner and put on the headphones, delighted as Jagger's voice filled my ears. "Saint of me" began to play and I couldn't help myself and began to sing. I rather missed my rock n' roll star days. Louis would often smile me at home when I would sing every song on the radio passionately as though I was on a stage.
"And could you stand the torture? And could you stand the pain? Could you put your faith in Jesus When you're burning in the flames!" A mortal that was standing across from me gave me an odd look and seemed to take me for drunk or something. I was too ecstatic not to have a little fun and spun the surprised mortal around and began to dance with him. "And I do believe in miracles, And I want to save my soul, And I know that I'm a sinner, I'm gonna die here in the cold! I said yes, I said yeah, You'll never make a saint of me!" I let go of the mortal and he jumped back and ran away. I laughed at my little evil joke and then saw Sybelle heading my way so took off the headphones.
"These are what I would like to play for you." She said with an awkward smile, holding out some small books and a couple sheets of music. I frowned, she was wearing the smile of a child who is too embarrassed to ask for something.
"I thought you were going to buy actual music books, not these flimsy little things. Come on," I said, taking her by her wrist and pulling her towards the section with the nice big music books. "There must be something here you want." I am not to proud to say I scanned her mind quickly before pulling out a Bach and Beethoven book from the shelf. "What about this one?" I said, knowing full well it was what she really desired.
"You sing rather well." She said, "I know you were a singer but I didn't know how well. I was still a little child then."
I had to smile at that. It seemed like so long ago and yet so recently at the same time. I couldn't say it was all behind me. Something as big as that, well, it had been magnificent. I had been Lelio, but much grander than Lelio could ever be. But as bitterly as I mourn it, I don't think that I would be able to go through it all again. For now, I would have to be satisfied with my books and my small attempts to break the feeble rules. No more rock fans, no more mass genocide on vampires, no more attention than that which the other vampires deemed okay. Perhaps that's why I was doing this, throwing my personal life into the air like this, getting Louis angry at me, bringing the demon out in Sybelle, making a big fuss over Claudia. I thirsted for excitement, I needed more thrills. But enough of that. Sybelle was waiting for me to say something.
"Thank you. I haven't heard anyone compliment my voice in a while. Singing is something I guess that kind of just stuck with me. I suppose I needed to get something out of the whole adventure, non?" I said with a little smirk. Sybelle had picked out all her books and was hugging them to her chest. "Is that all?" I asked
"All?" she responded, "it's going to take me a long time just to play all these."
"Time I have," I said and took the books from her and placed them by the cash register and, after only a moment’s hesitation, grabbed the Rolling Stones cd and put it alongside the books and paid for them all.
I smiled at him as I told him that it would take me a long time and he said he had all the time in the world. As the cashier rung up our purchases I saw her eyeing him and I slipped behind my Lestat and eyed her back. I almost wanted to sink my fangs into his neck to show that he was with me and that no one could have him. But instead I just kissed his neck and ran my hands down his chest to his waist line and back up again. The girl gulped and handed Lestat the bags and as we walked out I had an evil grin about my face.
"Lestat....why is Armand warning me about you? It's like he's trying to get all paternal on me when he lost his chance years ago. And besides, I consider Marius more a father anyways." I asked him.
That question had been bothering me. Ever since I had those memories of Armand rushing back to my head.
I was paying for the music and books when I suddenly felt lips on my neck and hands running down my body. Well, this was something new. With all my previous lovers, I was almost never on the receiving side of public affection. They had always had some sort of problem with it, as though it was truly a cardinal sin. And now here was a modern day fledgling who had probably grown up encouraged to express public affection. I glanced up at the cashier and saw her gulp and hastily hand me my bags. I have always been good at putting two and two together and I couldn't keep the stupid smile off my lips. She was truly my little lioness.
"Lestat...." She said once we were out, "why is Armand warning me about you? It's like he's trying to get all paternal on me when he lost his chance years ago. And besides, I consider Marius more a father anyways."
Hearing this made me frown. I knew Armand and I weren't always on the best of terms, but for him to warn her about me...well, that wasn't fair.
"Armand," I said, "is one of the most confused vampires I've ever met. He never knows what he wants and is always changing his mind about his loved ones." I snaked my arm around her waist. I didn't want her to even consider anything Armand might have said about me. And knowing Armand, he probably could have said a whole number of things. What scared me most is whatever he told her was probably true. "Don't listen to what Armand says. He's just protective over you, that's all."
"Oh believe me what he said doesn't bother me. If its you he's trying to protecte me from he's doing a crabby job. Besides... I wouldn't leave you for the world if he gave it to me. I mean I've read your books, by the way I adore them and I've come to respect you alot more than him, and you don't even seem like the same guy. You seem like your mortal self. Like when you were Lelio. When I read about you being Lelio...I never dreamed I'd come to meet him, like I have tonight. I have the best of both worlds. My sexy Fiend, and the loveable Lelio. And I want you to know Lelio that I don't plan on giving you up that easily." I said to him.
As we walked by another store that had a beautiful royal blue men's jacket I looked at him and then looked back at the jacket. "Would you try that on for me? I wish to see you in it. I bet you'd look wicked sexy in it Lelio."
"Oh believe me," she said, "what he said doesn't bother me. If its you he's trying to protect me from he's doing a crabby job. Besides... I would leave you for the world if he gave it to me. I mean I've read your books, by the way I adore them and I've come to respect you alot more than him, and you don't even seem like the same guy. You seem like your mortal self. Like when you were Lelio. When I read about you being Lelio...I never dreamed I'd come to meet him, like I have tonight. I have the best of both worlds. My sexy Fiend, and the loveable Lelio. And I want you to know Lelio that I don't plan on giving you up that easily." I said to him.
Lelio, that was a name I hadn't been called in years. Lelio, the passionate romantic, she was right, I even felt mortal around her. My sexy Fiend, and the loveable Lelio. I smiled and noticed she had stopped in front of another clothing store.
"Would you try that on for me?" She asked, nodding towards a blue jacket in the window. "I wish to see you in it. I bet you'd look wicked sexy in it Lelio."
I found suddenly that I had no choice in the matter as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside. It was strange, The Vampire Lestat completely surrendering himself to the will a young little piano player. This was going to be very interesting.
As I drug him into the store I smiled and knew that I would love to see him in that jacket. I pulled it off the mannequin and grabbed a pair of black leather pants and a ruffled poets shirt much like he used to wear. I lead him over to the dressing room and handed it all to him. While I waited on him to change clothes one of my favorite songs came on and I began to sing the song. The song was Stockholm Syndrome by Muse and I adored the song.
I won't stand in your way let your hatred grow and she'll scream and she'll shout and she'll pray and she had a name yeah she had a name
and I won't hold you back let your anger rise and we'll fly and we'll fall and we'll burn no one will recall no one will recall
this is the last time I'll abandon you and this is the last time I'll forget you I wish I could
look to the stars let hope burn in your eyes and we'll love and we'll hope and we'll die all to no avail all to no avail
this is the last time I'll abandon you and this is the last time I'll forget you I wish I could
this is the last time I'll abandon you and this is the last time I'll forget you I wish I could I wish I could
When the song went off I pouted a bit but that was when I noticed that Lestat was now standing in front of me with his out fit on and my mouth fell open. "LELIO!!!!!!!! Holy mother of God. That is the most sexiest outfit on you. I would also love to see you without a shirt on under that jacket. The color of that jacket just brings out the color of your eyes. Oh my word I'm getting hot." I said to him.
I had an idea and I went back over to the females section to look for a matching out fit which they did have but made to fit a woman. I got the out fit and pulled him back into the dressing room with me and I began to change in front of him. No need to be shy now. He had already seen my beauty. What made me me. I was quickly in the outfit and smiled up at him. I felt like a goddess in the outfit. I was fit to be by his side and his only.
She pulled me into the store, threw the outfit at me, and shoved me in a dressing room. So is this what it feels like to be Louis. Completely submissive and at the mercy of another's desires. I enjoyed it simply because it was Sybelle leading me through the actions, but Submissive and Lestat don't go together in the same sentence and she would learn that some day. But not today.
I put on the shirt and was zipping my pants when I heard her voice drifting through the walls. I stopped what I was doing and just listened to her for a moment. She had quite a beautiful voice, a delicate voice which further disguised that aggressive side of her I was so fond of. I finished dressing looked at myself in the mirror. She did have a nice taste in clothing.
I snuck out the room and watched her finish the last verses of her song. When she finally noticed me she opened her mouth and the words followed after a few moments pause. "LELIO!!!!!!!!" She shouted, "Holy mother of God. That is the most sexiest outfit on you. I would also love to see you without a shirt on under that jacket. The color of that jacket just brings out the color of your eyes. Oh my word I'm getting hot." I grinned wolfishly and she started to walk away, saying that she had and idea.
She came back with an outfit that matched mine and pushed me back into the dressing room, but this time she came in as well. I opened my mouth to say something but then she began stripping in front of me and my jaw snapped shut. It took me a few moments to process that she wasn't inviting me for another little dressing room game of who could be the most silent and that she was simply changing her clothes. I swallowed and tried not to watch her. She might as well have shoved her neck in my mouth and told me not to bite. Nevertheless, for once in my life I kept my hands to myself and waited for her to finished changing.
Finally she stood up and smiled at me. "Well?"
"My Lioness, you are gorgeous," I said and picked her up by her waist and spun her around, but suddenly felt rather confined in the dressing room.
"Shall we get them? Just to wear one night to make everyone think they might be seeing double. Maybe one night we can go to night island wearign the same clothes in front of Armand and like confuse him. Mmm you're such a tiger." I said to him.
I pinned him against the wall and began to nip at his lips. God I wanted him so bad. I looked up at him and my eyes began to speak the language that he was probably wanting to know. "It's getting late. And I'm sleepy." I said to him yawning.
The night was starting to wind down as the dawn approached.
"Shall we get them?" She said, "Just to wear one night to make everyone think they might be seeing double. Maybe one night we can go to night island wearing the same clothes in front of Armand and like confuse him. Mmm you're such a tiger."
She then pinned me up against the wall and nibbled my lips. I moaned softly under her slight caress and pulled her closer to kiss her but then she looked up at me and said "It's getting late. And I'm sleepy." As if to prove her point she yawned and snuggled against me. I can't say I wasn't a little disappointed, but I had lost all track of time and I should have realized she would get tired soon. Dawn was approaching quickly, and we were much too far from Rue Royal to get there in time.
"I know a hotel knew by, you wanna stay there for the night?" She nodded against me and I could tell I was losing her fast. I was still wide awake, but I was much stronger than her and I would have to carry her to the hotel if we didn't move right away. "Alright, let's buy our clothes and head out.”
As he paid for the clothes, I leaned against his arm where I was starting to close my eyes. "Lelio...I'm about to go to sleep." I said to him.
Before he knew it I fell asleep against his arm.
"Relax, my lioness, we're almost..." But he words died on my lips when I saw her her eyes were closed and her lips were parted slightly in the paralysis of sleep. I hooked my arm around her waist to keep her from falling and quickly paid the cashier. "Sybelle," I said softly and slapped her lightly, "Sybelle wake up." She moaned and snuggled deeper into me. I sighed and hoisted her up so that she was cradled in my arms like a baby and made my way to the hotel.
It was almost empty in the young hours of the morning and the man behind the desk turned to me with red eyes. He blinked and looked at me and Sybelle oddly. "It's her birthday," I lied and he gave me an suspicious look as though I might have slipped her a date rape drug or whatever young desperate mortals use nowadays but he kept quiet and just asked for my credit card. I had to struggle for a moment trying to grab my wallet and keep Sybelle balanced in my arms before giving him the card. He scanned it and in a few moments we were on our way upstairs. Dawn was breaking the black sky and I hastily shut the heavy curtains so Sybelle wouldn't be hurt by the sliver of light. Then I dropped her softly into the bed and pulled off her shoes and pants before pulling the covers over her. How peaceful she was in the tight grip of sleep, like a little angel with her hair splayed out on the pillows and her eyelids flickering a little as though she was seeing something I couldn't see. I curled up beside her and gave her a tight hug and breathed in her flowery hair before rolling over with my back to her and slowly fell asleep. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
In my sleep I dreamed. I was with Lestat. Except he wasn't himself. He was my Lelio. I was his person to be by his side. Then it turned evil. Some new vampire went insane with evil power almost as if he was Santino himself and started burning the young ones me included.
I sat straight up from the dream. It was twenty minutes past sunset and I was lookign around with blood sweat dripping from my forehead. I looked around and saw Lestat sleeping still and I moved closer to him and snuggled against him wrapping my arm over his side to link into his arm and I drifted off into a light sleep til he woke up. I knew that my pants were off and I was still under the covers. I was just glad that he was still there with me. I would have to tell him about my dream when he woke up.
Thirty minutes later I awoke to someone kissing my lips. I opened my eyes to see my blue eyed fiend smiling down at me. I smiled and leaned up to kiss his lips again pulling him down on top of me. The feel of his weight made me feel so much safer. In the kiss, I bit my tounge and let my blood flow into his mouth where he could see the dream taht I saw.
When I awoke, Sybelle's arm was wrapped laying across my side and her hand in mine. I smiled and rolled over in the bed so I could see her face. Her entire face was completely relaxed and beautiful, and I carefully pushed a strand of hair away that had fallen into her eyes. And then, I couldn't help myself, I leaned closer and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her clear blue eyes fluttered open and I smiled at her. She pulled my on top of her and the feeling of her small body under me was simply delicious. Then she kissed me again but this time I tasted blood in her kiss and I realized she was sending me images. It must have been a dream because the images were random and fuzzy and it took awhile for them to settle down. It started with us, but then something happened and it took a frightening turn. There was a vampire killing young ones. Burning them. I saw Sybelle screaming with flames dancing around her.
I pulled away from her kiss sharply and breathing irregularly. My eyes frantically searched her face and I traced a line down the side of her face with my finger as though making sure she was there. I closed my eyes tightly and then opened then again and smiled awkwardly. "Who did youeat before going to bed?" I joked, but she didn't smile. I sighed. "It was...only a dream, Sybelle," I said as I kissed her eye. "My little lioness," I kissed the other eye. "My love," I kissed her lips hungrily.
HIs hungry lips made me feel better. I smiled at him finally and moved my hips a bit to let him know that i was his to play with. I wanted him more than anything. I leaned up and bit his bottom lip but not hard enough to make blood form. I some how managed to rip his shirt off of him and I grinned. I was yearning for him.
It amazed me at how fast things were accelerating but all we had was each other at that precise moemnt.
She smiled at me and grinded her little hips against mine and I gasped. Finally, I thought, all that tension that had been building up inside of me ever since she stripped down in the second dressing room now manifest itself in little nibbles that ran up and down her neck, making her arch her back and squirm underneath me. She bit my lip hard, but not hard enough to break the skin, teasing me and somehow in the midst of it all I lost my shirt.
Enough of this foreplay, I bit hard into my tongue and opened her mouth before releasing the blood into her. She swallowed it and sucked my tongue greedily, making me shudder. I whipped off her shirt so I could feel her heaving breasts pressed hard against my own chest and I loved how perfectly our bodies seemed to fit together. Oh, my little pianist, play me tonight.
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Post by Lestat II on May 1, 2007 0:33:26 GMT 1
I felt his blood fill my mouth and as I swallowed I shivered. My shirt vanished after his did and I felt his body against my naked breasts. I wanted him more than anything. My hands ran down his back to his waist line where my hand slipped under his pants and felt the bare skin of his ass. Such a nice firm one at that.
Though he had his pants on and all I had was my undies, I moved my hands around and slid them between us to unbutton his pants hoping that he would take the hint to remove them from his body. Knowing him, he'd rip my panties off of my delicate body, in hunger for what we both wanted. What we would both have.
My eyes went straight to his and I smiled reassuring any fear he might have that this is what I wanted. I wanted my little fiend. To feel him deep within me. Filling me and making me a true woman. I managed to wrap my legs around his waist until he decided to remove them and remove his pants tossing them aside. Now we were both down to our underware but his were soon gone.
I smiled at his beauty. Such perfection in a man. I watched as he kissed my stomach and then kissed his way down to my underware to removed them with his teeth. Something I had never experienced before. Now we were both even and basking in eachothers eyes. The temptations there and e verything.
I sat up and pulled him towards me in an embrace and a kiss. I knew he must have been uncomfortable in the store and that I would have to make it up to him. And I allowed the little fiend to be the master to do whatever he wished with my body. It belonged to him and no one else.
I felt him shift his weight and then I felt him at the entrance to my private area. "Wait...I've never done this before. So I'm still pretty much a um...virgin." I said to him, my eyes searching every inch of his eyes.
Then he smiled down at me and spoke in a soft tone, "I'm not going to hurt you my little lioness. Not bad anyways. It will always hurt the first time around, but after that the pain will go away and you will be the little eager one that you are and you will be going back at me just as much. Nothing to worry about okay."
He kissed me and as he did I felt him push in and he didn't get far because of my hymen. He pulled himself back and then kissed me holding the kiss, so that he might push through that little barrier that kept him and I from uniting as one. I felt the pain as he pushed through hard my scream in my head for him to hear and a tear fell. My Lelio was now burried to where he couldn't go any farther and he waited for me to get accustomed to his size. Afterall I was pure and I was his. My breathing slowed after the pain died and I waited for him. To follow his leadA small tear fell from her eye and I lapped it away and placed little kisses all over her beautiful delicate face. She smiled slightly and I waited for her to get comfortable and for the pain in her to subside. I was practically going crazy, she was so damn tight, but for the moment I could do nothing but remain still and wait for her to calm. Finally her breathing slowed and I kissed her softly on the lips. "You alright, my lioness?" She nodded quickly, "I'm fine."
"Are you sure? Because I can stop..." I lied, knowing full well that I couldn't. My mind was practically spinning with urgency and I knew that if she didn't answer soon enough I would have to make her decision for her. To my relief, she grabbed my hair and yanked it towards her almost painfully so our lips met roughly and she brought me into a searing kiss.
"Don't stop, whatever you do," She moaned and that was all the encouragement I needed. I began moving slowly, carefully, in and out of her, loving her heat, loving her wetness, loving the way she moaned and her eyes fluttered a bit lost in out lust that was so thick I could practically taste it.I soon picked up the rhythm he had set for our pace and I was thrusting back up at him. My hands exploring every inch of his body. My legs wrapped around his waist. His member felt so huge within my own walls and that was fine. I arched my back when he found my G-spot and I almost came. "Don't stop Lelio. It feels...so ah...good." I whispered into his ear.
I opened my eyes and saw those blue eyes looking back down at me with a beautiful smile and As he continued to thrust and move about we were flipped with me on top of him. HIs hands instantly moved to my breast and then he sat up taking my right breast into his mouth and sucking and nibbling on the nipple as I moved up and down on his member. He thrust upwards and hit my G-spot again catching me off gaurd causing me to run my nails down his back. I moaned rather loudly. And I kissed him wrapping my arms around him. Her tiny nails left little sweet scratch marks down my back as she set a rhythm for us and the sensation of pain and pleasure made my head spin. Hearing a loud moan escape her lips touched me somewhere no hands could roam and sent a fire pulsing though me. Our lips joined in another kiss, but this time it was a little confused, a little sloppy with desire. She was wilting in my arms to her most wild desires and our tongues thrashed with an intense passion. I grabbed a handful of her thick hair and pulled her closer towards me. I just couldn't get enough of her, like a man who had been lost in the desert for years I was thirsting and only she could slack my yearning. I worked one spot on her neck until the skin grew red but waited to draw blood. Rolling us over so I was once again on top of her I continued to moving at the rhythm she had set though I would have preferred something faster, harder. I waited until she was fluttering under me as I thrust deep into her again and then in a flash I drove my fangs into her tender neck and her delicious nectar filled my mouth, casting me into a wave of ecstasy. As he bit my neck, I let out a cry of pleasure as he once again hit my G-spot causing me to orgasm and I orgasmed hard. I felt my own vaginal walls contracting on his member. And it was then that I felt him cum within me. I laid there as he took from me. My breathing still pretty fast and my vision blurring. "Oh Lestat, that was wonderful." I said to him.
He broke from my neck and kissed the wounds to close them and I said, "Just lie here with me. Don't move out of me or anything just lie here. Let me enjoy your warmth"
Somehow he managed to stay within me as we rolled onto our sides and just laid there catching our breaths. I closed my eyes but only for a moment to relish every part of our love making I had just encountered. We lay there for a long moment trying to catch our breath with our bodies snuggled against each other, slick with blood sweat. I felt a wave of exhaustion thanks to my not-so-little death and noticed Sybelle closed her eyes. I nuzzled into her thick hair and kissed the side of her head softly while murmuring little French nothings that came tumbling out of my mouth.
"Oh, mon amour, mon doux l'un, mon fait d'être lion, vous êtes les miens et je suis le vôtre toujours et pour pour toujours. Je t’aime, Je t’aime, Je t’aime."
I wrapped my arm around her to pull her tightly against me so I could lick the blood sweat from her back like a mother cat grooming her kitten. She melted me and I felt high with her warm little body next to me.I felt him licking my back to get the blood sweat up. We had seperated and I was now on my stomach resting. I listened to him speak in french although I wished I understood it. Marius never taught french. I sighed in a lovely manner.
I felt the hair on my arms and back stand up as he licked the skin clean. "Lelio..." I said to him.
And then I gave way to tears. I cried. Why was I crying? Oh...because I knew Armand would be hurt knowing his angel wasn't pure anymore. I cried knowing that Armand would be furious with my decisions. I cried because I gave something away that I couldn't get back and I cried because I know Lestat wouldn't only soully love me. But I would have to be patient and deal with the fact that he has many lovers other than myself.Sybelle suddenly did something none of my lovers have ever done before. She cried. She began shaking with sobs and I didn't know what to do. This was not at all what I was expecting. I rolled her over so she was facing me and kissed the blood tears from her eyes.
"Mon amore," I said, my voice thick with confusion, worry, "what? What is it?"
She shook her head softly but I stroked her face with my finger and tried again, more persistant this time.
"Shh, Sybelle, tell me, what's wrong? Please." Her little sobbs were tearing me apart and I needed to know."I'm sorry Lestat. I..." I said continuing to cry.
"Why am I crying? because I know Armand would be hurt knowing his angel wasn't pure anymore. I cry knowing that Armand would be furious with my decisions. I cry because I gave something away that I couldn't get back and I cry because I know you wouldn't only soully love me. But I would have to be patient and deal with the fact that you have many lovers other than myself. Please forgive me for this act. I don't know why it even really happened." I said to him.
I moved closer to him and tried to calm myself down. She burrowed herself in my arms and I ran my hand in circles on her back, bewildered. "Ma cher--Sybelle," I said, trying to force words out of my mouth, but not exactly knowing what to say. She had been fine up to this point, so why was she failing me now? "I--you," I paused only for a moment. "I'm sorry, cheri, I can't understand. Why should Armand be hurt because you have experience one of the most intimate and beautiful ceremonies of love? Better yet, why should you care what Armand thinks? I am not in love with Armand, am I? No, I'm in love with my darling pianist, my darling Sybelle." I lifted her chin so I could look into her reddened eyes. "Are you happy? That is all I need to know. Do you love me?" "Indeed Lelio...I do love you. I am so happy right now. I am just in a midst of alot of emotions. I'm a female it's expected to happen. It's like were a ticking time bomb set to go off whenever without warning. And I'm happy that I experienced something that only lovers experience. You're right I shouldn't be worried about what Armand will think. I have to retrain my self to think differently." I said to him.
I was finally calming down. Our bodies still touching, and I smiled at him. "What we did...felt so right. Like we fit together. Do you know what I mean?" I said to him.(((A bit of a jump here due to lost posts…but that just makes it more fun, doesn’t it? ))) Instead of going to find a grave for myself I went to the hotel and gathered my things. I packed everything that Lestat had ever bought me into a box to mail to him. Every last song I had written I sent to him. I wanted to part of my past. I had stopped crying and washed my face in a water fountain in the park and as I was standing there with all my things packed up to go to Lestat, I looked around, the memories flooding my mind. The fun I had with him. I shook my head to rid my mind of the images and I opened the door and walked down to the desk to have the packaged delivered to 1127 Rue Royale Street.
I walked the night's lonely roads. Most the mortals were fast asleep dreaming and I walked towards a new horizon. A new future. I stopped back in the park however to sit at the swings and think of where I might want to go. "Well I can go to New York..." I thought and then shaking my head no I dismissed that thought. "A likely place he could find me."
Then I perked up, "Venice? No...he'd go there to be with Marius."
"Giving myself to the sun?" I thought.
I pondered on that thought. How would he like it if someone were to tell him the last time they saw me was when I stood in the sun welcoming it's deadly kiss and then I shoook my head, "No too easy. I'm not like that. I can't go to Lestat. I called it off with him. I can't go to anyone because I have no one." I said.
I leaned my head against the swing and rocked back and forth wishing that my parents could see me now. "Oh momma how I miss you and father. Why did you have to leave me behind. Why couldn't I have gone with you that night?" I said softly to myself.
I let out a soft sigh and that is when I heard something break like someone was walking towards me. I looked around in all directions but saw nothing.I walked up slowly towards her, wanting her to be aware of my presence, and sat down on the swing next to her.
"You tasted my blood," I sighed, looking in front of me and swinging slightly, "giving yourself to the sun would do nothing more than give you a very bad sunburn."
The swing squeaked but failed to ease to harsh silence. I let the silence remain for a few moments and shook my hair in the crisp night air.
"It's a beautiful night," I commented. Not necessarily talking to her. Just...talking. It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear and from where we were you could see the stars and the moon sparkling clearly. She was still not saying anything, and I suddenly wanted badly to hear her voice again"How is it so when only I've had but mere small drinks?" I said to him.
I looked up at the stars and said, "I'm finally being pushed over board. He didn't hear the words. I told him I was going insane. I haven't been stable since the night my parents died. No one seen it. I was crying out with my music. No one heard it. How many times do I have to tell someone that my walls are caving in before they realize that I'm losing it. Marius was blind to it. Thinking my piano playing was just my hobby. Armand was definately blind to it...thinking I was only playing for him. I am not well Lestat."
I got up and moved in front of his swing and grabbed the swing by its chains so fast that he didn't see it until I stopped him. "Help me. I have no one now. I am alone. I have no family. I can't handle being alone. I never have been able to. Four years is more than I can handle." I said to him.
Here came the anger again and I went and flung my arm at the post on the swing set breaking my arm. I did it over and over again. In my rage I bent the pole a bit by pulling on it. I released myself from the pole and fell backwards. "I'm so stupid Lestat. I heard a story that Santino would have a funeral Pyre for thoese that were old and mad. I need one. I cant keep going. Not without someone to care for me. I'm going to give up. The devil himself has won my battle." I laid on my back looking up at the sky my eyes blank and of no life, no care, no love, no happiness. "I am not well Lestat," she said and I cringed slightly, knowing that I would probably never hear the words "Lelio" uttered from her mouth again. But just as the thought crossed my mind I felt the swing suddenly come to a sharp halt and Sybelle stood over me with the chains gripped tightly in her hands. If ever before I had called her a lioness she had now totally earned the title. Her eyes were darting back and forth like something trapped and her hair was all in array. This may sound silly, but for a moment, she was truly frightening looking. "Help me." She said "I have no one now. I am alone. I have no family. I can't handle being alone. I never have been able to. Four years is more than I can handle."
And then, in an act of pure desperation and fury, she flung her arm out and smashed the pole. Again and again and again, until she had enough and fell back onto the grass. I was on my feet but I knew I could do nothing to help her. Save her from Armand, I could do. Save her from enemies, I could do. Save her from loneness, well, I could try. But save her from herself? Never.
I'm so stupid Lestat," she said. "I heard a story that Santino would have a funeral Pyre for those that were old and mad. I need one. I can’t keep going. Not without someone to care for me. I'm going to give up. The devil himself has won my battle."
I sat down next to her but she had closed her eyes. I ran my hand through her hair that was thrown unceremoniously on the grass even though I knew it would do nothing. It was something I used to do to Claudia and well, I thought perhaps it would somehow help her too. I suddenly felt so distant from her, like although I had seen her face a million times before, I had never really seen her. So the lovers had died, so the fairytale had ended. Big whoop, no one had really been cheering for them anyway. But just because I was no longer her Lelio, that didn't mean Lestat couldn't help her. "You're not mad," I said softly. "And you're not alone, either. I said I would take care of you and I'm sticking to it, alright? You're so much stronger than you think you are, you just have to stop underestimating yourself. So strong," I cooed, stroking her hair, wishing that somehow I could give her my strength to hold on, wishing I could make her pain go away. I looked up at Lestat and then I moved to place my head in his lap laying on my right side. And I cried. "Bring Lelio back to me. I miss him. He made me happy. I was happy when I was with Lelio. I'm sorry Lestat. Forgive me. I just I can't find that strength. A heart shattered by a loved one. Just hold me." I said to him.
My right hand slipped into his left and I held it, feeling that if he let go, that I would lose him forever. "When I told you I loved you earlier tonight. I meant it. I can't love him anymore. He hurt me to bad. I am cutting myself off from him. I ask that you help me heal my broken heart, move on, and find my happiness and passion to play again. I feel so empty inside. It's like my soul has vanished." I said trembling in his arms. "Cheri," I whispered softly to her, cradling her small and suddenly fragile body in my arms, rocking slightly. "Lelio is always here for you. I told you I would stay with you and I will. I love you, my darling lioness," My voice almost cracked at the last word, but I knew I had to stay strong. For her. I couldn't bear to see her in this awful state. Images came to me of Nicki, and of Claudia, the two I had both loved and lost. I couldn't lose her, not in this way at least. In fact, she was more like me than either of them, she was reminded me of that period after Claudia's death in which I mourned for her and Louis with only Sam Spade to keep me company. So lost, so terribly lost. Louis had refused me then. Although it still pains me at times, I can't blame him. I probably would have done the same. He had his own wounds to lick, and I'm afraid I would have only hindered him from healing himself in the state I had been in. But I wasn't going to refuse Sybelle. Oh no, I was going to help her. I was going to bring her back to life again.
I placed my thumb on her bottom lip and gently kissed both her eyelids. Another thing I would do with Claudia. Never mind that now. Think only of Sybelle now. "Come with me to the Rue Royal," I said tenderly. “You can start over again there with me and Louis. We have this great big piano that I want you to play on. You don’t have to be anywhere near Armand or Benji or anyone. I will forbid their presence, in fact. Please, I need you there. I need my little lioness.”I felt his lips upon my eyelids. My eyes which were tired. I felt like I was safe. "Take me home Lelio. Bring me back to a home that will welcome me with open arms. I wish to only be with you. Lelio...my Lelio." I whispered calming myself down and finally ceasing the tears that fell.
I opened my eyes to look forward at his body. My eyes spoke no words. My mind wild with all different thoughts. It would be along healing process. One that with his help could be infact shortened. I sighed heavily just laying in his arms. My broken arm finally healed. How I longed to play again. To be the same happy lioness he wanted me to be once again. "I'm sorry, I got upset. I am so lost. Forgive me Lelio. I didn't mean to hurt you at the bar. I didn't want to but those words...they posessed my mind. I'm hungry." I said softly to him.
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Post by Lestat II on May 1, 2007 0:34:18 GMT 1
I smiled at her words. "Darling, don't ever apologize for things you say. If I had to apologize every time I said something I didn't mean...well, let's just say I would need all my eternity just for that."
A tiny grin escaped her lips and I felt almost ecstatic with the joy it brought me. "Now," I continued, "about that hunger of yours..." I myself was a little hungry , and luckily we were in a park, so there was always someone doing something wrong in parks. "I'm sure we won’t have any trouble with finding evildoers here." I stood and, taking her small hand, raised her up with me.
I got up and thought about how I looked with a red tear stained face and seeing that waterfountain, I walked over to it and proceeded to wash my face once again. When I returned back to him my soul still felt empty my heart didn't feel any lighter and I only wanted what I had to come back. I spotted my victim. An old man of about 40 years who had just raped his youngest daughter and impregnated the oldest. "I'll be right back. I want that one." I said to Lestat.
I walked off with my immortal speed but when I approached him I pretended to be crying. The man asked me what was wrong and I told him that my parents left me. They didn't want me in their home anymore. He made to feel on my unsuspecting body and ran his hand around my crotch. He kissed my neck in which I did the same to him except my kiss was the fatal one. I began to drink of him, making him think we were having sex. The images strong and I stopped drinking just before his heart stopped. I healed his wounds and took a tree branch that had fallen and smacked him in hte head placing him under a tree where the people would think he died when a tree branch fell on him.
I walked back to where I was and noticed my Lelio was enticing a young blond woman who had just robbed an elderly couple from her mind said. I waited patiently for him to return to me.
I watched my Sybelle in fascination as she toyed with the man. How so very much like Claudia she reminded me then, pretending to cry and playing off their victim’s pity, or as it was in this case, their victim's desires. I saw his hand run up her thigh and I felt a rather unsuspected jealousy. Jealous? Of a victim? I nearly laughed at myself when I spotted a foxy young thing just a little ways off. A quick scan of her mind told me all I needed to know, she robbed and snatched purses. As much as I wanted to stay and watch the show, this young blonde was too good to pass up and I walked slowly towards her. She noticed me and raised her head, batting her pretty brown eyes at me. Big brown eyes, like an innocent doe. I knew better.
"Hey," I said, walking along side her, "what's a pretty little thing like you doing out here at this time of night?"
She smiled slyly and scanned my body from head to toe. "I could ask you the same thing."
I only grinned at this. "I'm here for a very special purpose," I said.
She raised her eyebrows. "Oh? And what might that be?"
"I'm here for you."
She stopped in her tracks and a look of panic raced across her beautiful little face, mistaking me for a cop. I noticed her left hand move slowly to be pocket and saw the glint of a knife. Hmm, how interesting. "I swear," she said, her voice shaking, "I didn't do nothin--"
"Relax," I whispered, closing the space between us so I could almost feel her breath on me. She looked into my eyes and instantly softened. I felt almost sorry for her. She was really terribly lost, and her eyes were searching my own for something...for comfort. All of the sudden she reminded me of Sybelle. No, don't think like that. I swallowed hard and tried to only focus on the blood that was rushing through her right now, the very blood I would claim for my own. My heart began to race at the very thought of feed from her. "Don't worry, all you pain will go away. You won't be lost anymore."
"Yes," she said, nuzzling her head into my chest with such a heartbreaking youth. "I don't want to be lost anymore. I don't want to suffer anymore."
I hooked my finger under her chin and lifted her head. Her brown eyes danced in my own but the blood lust was beginning to blur my vision and I brought her into a slow kiss. Her small tongue played with mine, but my urgency was getting the better of me and I broke the kiss and placed my lips against her neck, drawing a small gasp from her. I softly broke her delicate skin, hoping she didn't feel any pain, and began to drink from her. She was just as sweet as I thought she would be, and soon I was swooning. Her blood throbbed in me and warmed my mouth and kissed my lips and my head spun. I tried to be gentle, but once I broke the skin it was obvious that would be impossible, and I was practically pleading with the heart to keep beating. Images wisped by me, images of her family, of the people she robbed, of her life. Much too soon her heart slowed down but I kept drinking until it was almost to a halt and then tore myself from her. My mouth felt cold without her blood, but my body had warmed and I waited a moment for her blood to settle in me and for my breathing to slow.
I glanced up and noticed Sybelle was waiting for me. I felt a pang of guilt as I looked at the corpse, remembering how much she had reminded me of Sybelle. But those were nonsensical thoughts, the brown-eyed robber was dead now, nothing but an empty shell. I healed the girl's wounds and found the knife in her back pocket. I took it out and thrust it in her chest. No one would really care how she died anyway. The cops would probably just be glad that she was dead.
I wiped my mouth, just in case there were any stray traces of blood (there wasn't. I'm much too clean for that) and walked over to where Sybelle was standing. I felt ashamed for some reason, although I knew I should be, and I looked at the ground until I got to her. I noticed her victim was lying under a tree with a broken branch next to him. I smiled at her creativity and turned to her, suddenly loving the sight of her blue, not brown, eyes. "Well?" I said, "Shall we leave?"
I gave a faint smile at Lelio and said, "Yes. I am ready to go home. My mind still hasn't settled down. I feel like I want to sleep for a few hours. But then I want to just be in your arms forever Lelio."
I walked over to him and gazed at him. My eyes still lost. The thoughts and cries of the mortals making my mind go crazy. I wanted so desperately to reach out and touch him. I wanted to feel his lips upon my very own. But a part of me was empty. Soulless. Though my skin was warm my body still felt cold and empty. "Lelio, I feel the same as before. I don't want to remain like this forever. What will bring my oldself back? Your Lioness. Your pianist?" I asked him.
Touch me Lelio...Please My mind seemed to be saying but I wasn't sure if he could hear these scrambled words.
"Lelio, I feel the same as before. I don't want to remain like this forever. What will bring my old self back? Your Lioness. Your pianist?" She asked me these questions desperately and I longed to give her the very answer she was looking for, the very thing that would set her free. Then I felt her broadcasting her thoughts, but they were scrambled, disoriented. I tried to cling on to one, but it seemed as soon as I got even a touch of a thought it disappeared. Touch of a thought? Touch...for some reason that word echoed in my mind. I wasn't entirely sure if it was from my mind of hers, but I didn't really care and I grabbed her arms and looked her in her frantic eyes.
"Perhaps this will help," I said, and like Prince Charming waking Sleeping Beauty I kissed her softly on the lips. Soft was apparently not what she was aiming for, as soon as my lips made contact with hers she began to hungrily devour me, as if her very life depended on the strength of that kiss. And perhaps, perhaps it did. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer to me so I could ravish her mouth deeper, harder. Live, take this breath from me. Like forcing air into the lungs of a drowning victim, I tried to resurrect her with my rough kiss.
I was hungry for his kiss. His lips. As he kissed me I returned the kiss back with a bit of roughness trying not to let it go. The feelings rushed back to me. I was coming back to myself but I could still be unstable. My mind was blocking the voices. I broke the kiss and my heart felt a lot lighter. "Though I'm not sure if this is 100% gone, I still feel as if things could happen again. Will it take a while for me to fully recover? I feel as if I had been seperated from you for more than a year and that I'm just now reunited with you. My Lelio" I said to him.
I looked up into his eyes and smiled softly but not for long. The memories of that conversation still echoed and threatened me. I shut my eyes and had to banish the thoughts. That is when I felt Lelio using his mind gift to remind me of the fun we had together. The pleasures we indulged in. Instantly I looked up with bright blue eyes remembering. My Lelio would always be there. His whispers, his words, his voice telling my mind Just let it go. For I love you...do not linger on what just happened and is in the past. Your furture is ahead of you not behind you. Focus on me. Your Lelio. And should you feel for one minute that you might relapse, remember that I love YOU.
Oh wow. That made my heart flutter. I looked at him. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. Indeed, I was being set free. "You're right. I need to look forward to the future. Thank you Lelio." I said to him softly.
With her snug little body pressed up against mine I decided we'd take a little detour before heading home. I gave her a tight little embrace before letting go and looking down into her eyes.
"What do you say to a little stroll in the park, Cheri? This night too beautiful too pass up, you're too beautiful." She smiled and I noticed her eyes were shinning again; she had that same little mysterious spark I so craved. Sybelle nodded and I wrapped my arm around her waist and steered her further into the heart of the park. We were walking at a nice clip and the park had a nice musty smell to it that seemed to enhance the loveliness of this night. Finally we reached the place I so desired to be and I stopped short, bringing her to a halt as well. A gorgeous big fountain lay in the center of the small clearing, water dripping down the sides and making small tapping noises as it fell into itself. There were a couple benches lined up around the edges of the circle and gas lights romantically illuminating the scene. I think Sybelle gasped but it may have been my imagination.
"This fountain," I told her, watching the water shooting up towards the sky and falling down, "is the oldest thing in this park. Even before the gaslights. They may look authentic, but they were installed her only about 20 years ago. They are supposed to add atmosphere, or something. The fountain was here when Louis and Claudia and I were living in Rue Royal. I think they built it in Claudia's vampire infancy, and she used to love to come here and just watch the water. Naturally, this became everyone's favorite feeding spot, and we would spend so much times simply sitting here with Claudia. But once she...well, after a while, she decided she didn't like this park anymore. So we just...stopped going." I paused a bit but still couldn't take my eyes away from the fountain. "I never bring Louis here anymore, I'm afraid it will bring up too many painful memories for him. But I still come here once in a while. I don't know why, I find it somehow...soothing or something." I failed to mention to her that sometimes I'd sit on the bench for hours, entranced by the fountain, pretending it was in the early years of the 1800s again, pretending that Louis and Claudia were waiting for me at home, and all I had to do was open the doors of the Royal and there she'd be, waiting for me. I also failed to mention that this was where I first heard her voice. First heard the voice of Claudia echoing in my mind from beyond the realm of death.
I shivered slightly even though I was far from cold and pulled Sybelle a little closer to me.
As we walked along and stood before the fountain I let out a gasp at the beauty of the once thing that still reared its beauty. "It must be painful for you to sometimes come here Lelio. To think that such beauty could hold so many memories for you. How could one never come back to this place. It's too enchanting to not come here. I feel at peace being here. Though my mind still threatens to collapse on me...this is what calms me to an extent." I said to him.
I walked over to the fountain and sat on the side of one of its concrete walls and ran a hand gently through the chilled water. There was more shine than that of a typical fountain for this one had many coins in it where people would throw them in to make wishes. I sighed softly and since no one was around I slipped out of my shoes and stood on the wall of the fountain. I pulled my pants up and dipped a foot in. Wow it was cold.
I looked back at Lelio and then in I went. "Sybelle what are you doing? Get out of the fountain." He demanded.
I laughed at him and walked around the waterfountain before finally submerging my whole body in the water. When I sat up I looked at Lelio and said, "Wanna join?"
Flabbergasted doesn't quite describe it, but I can never pass up an opportunity to use that word. One second Sybelle was wallowing in depression, and the next she had submerged herself in the fountain and was laughing. Laughing. Unsure what exactly to make of this sudden change of mood, I was, quite justly, skeptical. Had she truly snapped?
"Wanna join?" she said, finally reemerging from the water. I knew it was silly, but for some reason I got this irrational fear that every time she submerged her head she would never come back up.
"Oh, no," I said, shaking my head. Me and water don't mix well. But just as I was shaking my head she grabbed my by the collar and pulled my sharply in. I let out a small shriek and gasped at the coldness of the water.
"Merde!" I said, sopping and feeling very much like a wet cat. Sybelle's little laugh chimed in my ears and my mood, which was about to have a drastic downhill drop when I realized how ruined my clothes were, suddenly lifted at the simple sound of her laughter. I grinned and shook my soaking mane so water droplets flew around me and lunged on top of her, once again plunging her under the water but pulling her back to the surface quickly. Her beautiful blonde hair turned dark when it was wet, making her blue eyes stand out all the clearer and her shirt, I'm afraid to say, was rather...well, let's just say it wasn't meant to be worn while playing in fountains.
I held tight to him pressing my now cold and wet body against his and kissed him with more passion before. I think it was then that my mentality had snapped and I wasn't who I used to be. I kissed down to his neck and bit into his flesh his blood flowing into my mouth like this fountain's water flowed out. I heard someone coming and quickly we got out and grabbed our things and made a run. We hid behind a huge weeping willow tree and I couldn't help but laugh but I shivered and my teeth chattered. We sat there behind the tree and held each other in each other's arms. My right hand holding his left hand and his right hand brushing my wet hair out of my face as he kissed my forehead. It didn't take long for us to dry off as we sat there and talked. "Lelio...do you miss the old days when you were with your family?" I asked him.
I sighed softly and turned on my left side to nuzzle him better. It was a little hard for me to think straight with me neck still throbbing from where she had abandoned it and her soft little body nuzzled into my own, but I pondered her question.
"Well..." I said, “I suppose I do miss it. Everyone has a little nostalgia for the old days, non? It was just for the first time I felt...oh, I don't know...part of a family I suppose. My mortal family was cold to me, all except my mother who was so close to me that our relationship was often blurry. And then with Nicki I sure had good times, but it was nothing more than good times. But with Louis and Claudia, at least in the earlier years, I was part of something bigger than myself." I stroked her hair softly and traced her hairline with my fingers. "But I also understand that those days are past. I understand that Claudia is gone and I can't linger forever on her memory. The past is nothing more than something to look back on, nothing more," I said, kissing her forehead again. "It's the Now that we must always focus on, or else everything else is meaningless."
I listened to him silently as he spoke of how we should keep memories as memories and keep the past behind us. "Indeed you're right. I just don't know why I can't let go of my past. It's not easy you know. I've run out of things that we can do Lelio. The night is still young. Do you know of anything that we could do? That person is coming again." I said to him.
Silently I kissed him and prayed that no one would know that we were there where we were hiding. Then I had the sudden feeling that I was flying. When I opneed my eyes and broke the kiss Lelio's cloud gift had risen us out of danger. I gasped and clung to him burying my face into his chest holding onto either side of his shoulders afraid he would drop me.
I smiled at her as she cowered in my arms.
"Relax, my lioness," I whispered into her small ear. "I'm not going to drop you. Come on, look up, Cheri. You're flying."
She hesitated before slowly lifting her head from my chest. The clouds were just above us, but they looked so close, like we could reach out and touch them. Admittedly, the cloud gift wasn't my favorite mode of transportation, I much preferred the sound of my feet against the ground, but it was definitely worth it to see the look of awe stamped on her face. "Sometimes in order to forget out problems," I said to her, "we take a step out of life and only then remember we are alive." And what better why to step out of life then to fly into the sky? Anyway, it was a wonderful way to escape that nosy person in the park. "Where do you want to go, Sbys?" I said. "We can go anywhere you want to go. Or we can just stay here, drifting."
Looking around the stars were numerous and the clouds close the moon brighter. I looked at him and smiled. This was a romantic way to knock a girl off her feet literally. "Take me to a place that you love to go other than the park. Show me the world Lelio." I said to him.
I ran a hand around to his back and continued to look out and around. The view was perfect and gorgeous. I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world. "Do we all get this gift or no?" I asked him.
I was thinking about how long before I encountered many other gifts I might have since I had such strong immortal blood runing in my veins. I had my father Marius' blood and now I had my most recent blood of Lelio.
"Do we all get this gift, or no?" She asked, looking up at me with my with her big innocent eyes.
I smiled softly at her. "Well, the stronger you get, the more...gifts you get. So, yes, Cheri, we all get this gift, but it comes with a price. With every gift, the stronger you get, the less, well, human you get. It just depends on what you value more."
I smiled at him. It was as if I was a child in his arms. I looked around. My vampiric eyes had never seen such beauty. I leaned my head back my blond locks hanging. I saw a plane fly over head and instantly and burried my face into his chest as the noise was louder than what I was used to.
"I want to do whatever it takes to be able to protect myself. I wouldn't mind losing my human natures." I said to him.
I ran a hand up to place on the side of his neck, and I laid my head on his shoulder looking out over the night's beauty. "It's amazing how much more beautiful things are when you look with your immortal eyes. Your blood that courses through my veins and that have mingled with Marius' blood that he's given me. Does that mean that I will get stronger?" I asked.
I sat up and looked into his eyes and for the first time, I saw the true Lestat. The masked man. The blue eyes still mesmirizing. A look that seemed to say, "Give yourself to my desires."
I leaned in slowly and kissed his lips my tounge sliding into his mouth to wrestle with his own. My arms wrapping around his neck. I felt that if for one second he pulled away, that I would lose him. My Lelio. That someone would snatch him away from me. "I love you monsieur de Lioncourt. I want to make you happy."
"I love you monsieur de Lioncourt," she said between the kiss, "I want to make you happy."
I smiled at her, my weightless little thing. "Little lioness," I teased good-naturedly, "flying up here, as close to the heavens as I'll ever get, with you in my embrace, I couldn't be any happier."
I kissed her sweet lips to show her I meant what I said and with my lips entangled in hers I suddenly got the selfish thought that I didn't want her gain anymore gifts than she already has, for if she had the Cloud gift, why would she need me to fly her places? Well, I would just have to savor this moment just like I savored her lips, savor it like it would never come to pass again.
Lost in each other again, and I would have it no other way.
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Post by Lestat II on May 1, 2007 0:36:27 GMT 1
I smiled at what he had said about being as close to the heavens as he'll ever get with me in his embrace. That made my heart flutter.
I looked up at the heavens and then back at him and started to write a poem in his very arms just for him.
"In the night's stillness I am in your arms Flying where no mortal can go Lavished with kisses Hearts beating a million miles Where would I be without my Lelio?
Worlds collide around us Two people forbidden By one auburned haired angel I cast him out of my heart Forbid him to see me Now I have Lelio My true love
Love me now Love me tomorrow Love me forever For all eternity."
I looked at him as I finished the short poem. I didn't know where it had came from but I was in love. Though he couldn't devote himself entirely to me when his children would need me most, I would always knwo that I had him, in ways many others did not.
When she finished her poem she looked up at me with those big deer eyes of her. Such innocence, such fragility radiating from her that suddenly all my good spirit washed away and suddenly I wanted to weep. She was the deer who thought that she could run to the wolf hunter for protection, without realizing that the hunter had left long ago with my mortal body and the wolf had taken his place. She wanted me to shield her away from Armand and from her pain, which was a simple enough request. But it was like turning to a tornado for shelter from a hurricane, and I feared that she might be spiraling into danger with me. Yes, I am her Lelio, but I am also the Brat Prince, I am also Lestat. Lelio would stay with her and hold her and whisper sweet nothings to her for all eternity, but Lestat couldn't stay put like that. Lestat needed the be a monster, needed to create trouble and wreck havoc. She was so beautiful and so fragile. How long would it be before something she did angered me and sent me into one of my incurable furies? How long before she recognized the Lion for what he is and ran away, broken and confused? How long until she became...Claudia?
No, don't think like that. Claudia is...Claudia was different. I didn't have with Claudia what I have with Sybelle. Claudia was...Claudia was...
No, don't think it
But my mind betrayed me.
Claudia was a little lioness.
Stop, no, Claudia was...
Lost innocence.
I pulled Sybelle into a tight embrace and kissed her face. Loving her scent, loving her warmth, loving the feeling of her soft eyelashes tickling my cheek. I repeated her name over and over, loving the sound of it in my ears, loving the way it rolled off my tongue.
"Sybelle, Sybelle, Sybelle, my darling that was beautiful. I wish I was a better poet so I could tell you how beautiful your hair looks in the moonlight, or how stunning it is to see the stars dance in your eyes, or if there was anything I could say to tell you how much I love you right now, but I'm afraid all I have to give you are nighttime kisses."
Yes, let's keep playing this game, let's just marvel at the loveliness of it all in this moment. If only she knew how I was wrapped around her little finger. I lifted her chin and pressed my lips softly against her own, bringing her into a lingering kiss while riding on the breast of the wind.
"You don't have to tell me a poem or tell me how much you love me. I see it in your eyes. " I said to him smiling and then kissing him and feeling his kiss back.
I was the one to break the kiss and I spoke, "What shall we do now? Shall we find a cafe or a place to just sit and talk? I feel there is alot of things you wish to tell me?"
I sighed and my breath came out in a gray midst. I hadn't even realized it was cold, Sybelle's body was enough to warm me. However, I knew Sybelle wasn't half as strong as me and was probably feeling the cold. I looked up at the stars twinkling above us.
"Non, cheri, I don't want to talk about what's on my mind. Not now, at least. In fact, I don't want to think at all. Let's..." a sudden though popped into my mind. "Let's go dancing! I haven't been dancing in ages. Louis' not much of a dancer himself. No, that's a lie. He's not much of a modern dancer. Whatever, point is, I haven't been dancing in literally years. What d'you think? Up to hitting the nightclubs with the Brat Prince himself?"
My enthusiasm was returning and apparently it was contagious and Sybelle's lips curved into a delightful smile.
"You have to be up for it, though," I said, speaking to her with a playful sternness, taping her little nose with my finger. "I will not be seen dancing with someone who looks like they have butter for feet."
I smiled. "I would love to go dancing." I said and laughed when he tapped my nose.
I was wanting to see how well of a dancer he was. I could dance a bit but not much but I'm sure I could pick up on the movements as he danced. I was a fast learner as they say.
"I'm getting a bit cold mon amour." I said to him.
"Ah, yes, of course," I said and grinned at her. "Hold on tight."
We began dropping quickly and the wind rushed in my ears and her hair flew into my face. I could have slowed us down but I was enjoying the way she clutched onto me as though her life depended on it and her pianist fingers dug into my arm. And then it was suddenly over and I stopped us quickly before we collided with the ground, placing her lightly on the floor before letting my feet fall. Then I came around and wrapped my arm around her waist (possessive gestures die hard) before leading her down the street.
"I like walking much better," I told her for no real reason. But the sound of our feet clipping the ground was like music to my ears. "You're not still cold, are you? I'm sure there's a place to find a nice coat we can stop at before we go dancing."
As we dropped I clung to Lestat giving him the meaning of Death Grip a new name. When we were on the ground and his arm around my waist I smiled and combed my fingers through my hair to straighten it out and I looked up at him as he asked if I would like a coat. "Please. I would love it." I said to him.
We walked into a store that was called Hot Topic and I looked over the coats to find this one jacket that had the Scottish Lion on the back and on the front. I picked it out and placed it on. It looked like a men's sport coat but with more flare and I wanted it. I loved it. I turned to show him the jacket on me fitting my every curve. "What do you think?" I asked him.
I smiled at her seemingly innocent question.
"What do I think?" I said, drawing her closer to me, "I think you should stop getting clothes that look so damn good on you or you may start making me look bad."
But I loved the jacket. It would look great sitting behind me on a motorcycle. I wonder whatever happened to my old machine? I wanted to bad suddenly to feel the wind ripping through my hair and her slender arms around me waist. Later. Now was time to dance. Perhaps I would surprise her with a motorcycle ride through town tomorrow. Perhaps I would surprise myself with a Harly Davison or whatever kids were riding nowadays. With this delicious thought in mind for tomorrow I paid the cashier with my credit card as my cash ran out a little while ago and we were off once again.
I laughed at what he said and said, "Oh puhlease Lelio. How am I making you look bad?"
As he paid the cashier I ripped the tag off and put it into the trash can behind the counter and the cashier was leaning over the counter to reveal her cleavage at my man. Being the jealous little lioness that I am..I jumped on the counter to distract her from him and I pulled him in between my legs and gave him this deadly passionate kiss with my tounge cutting on his fangs and my blood flowing into his mouth. I felt him shiver under my touch.
I broke the kiss and said, "Sorry chick...this one is mine."
"But...." was all Lestat got out of his mouth before I kissed him again to remind him who he was with.
As Sybelle went to throw away the tag the sexy little kitten of a cashier leaned forward and it was hard not to notice the way that her shirt was cut tantalizingly low. She grinned coyly at me and I returned the smile. And then before I knew what was what Sybelle pulled my roughly into a deep bloody kiss that sent my mind reeling and I shuddered under the flame of her passion.
To my disappointment she broke the kiss and turned to the minx who it seemed wasn't sure whether to be startled or pissed. "Sorry chick," Sybelle snarled, "this one is mine."
I finally got the picture and opened my mouth to explain myself. I only managed a meager "but" when my lioness ravished my mouth again, her kiss rough with possessiveness. I must admit, despite myself I was enjoying being on the receiving end of the possessive trait for once, I was enjoying being put in my place and battled over.
Before I knew what was happening, the girl jerked me behind the counter as she pulled my hair. My anger was flairing and I stood up to face the girl. She was a bit taller than me and she punched me in the nose. "You bitch." I said to her.
I grabbed the girl and was about to make for her neck when Lestat pulled me off of her. "No...you can't. She's not evil." He said in a scolding manner.
I ignored him and swung my hand and punched her not once but twice. Once in the right eye and the second in the nose making her nose bleed and break. I was beyond pissed. I was so mad, that I was breathing rapidly and I started to shake and tears filled my eyes.
"Sybelle just get out before you cause anymore damages. I have to tend to her." Lestat said.
I growled lowly and said, "Why? She's the one that started this crap. If she had kept her body to herself and left me alone, I woudn't be this way. Why don't you go FUCK her Lestat."
I walked out of the store rather upset that he would baby this mortal whom only minutes ago punched me in the face. How could he choose her over me at this moment. I looked around and went into an alley to cry. I was so upset and furious and I had to let out all my anger and tears. I sat on the side of some concrete steps and cried my little heart out while he tended to the little bitch.
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Post by Lestat II on May 1, 2007 0:36:49 GMT 1
Things were spiraling quickly out of my control and I could hardly keep up. One second we were kissing sweetly and the next she was attacking the mortal woman behind the counter. To my horror she lunged at the girl as though to drink from her and I quickly pulled her back, explaining that the mortal was not evil. Sybelle was beyond rational thoughts, however, a state of mind I knew a little too well, and she punched the woman twice before I attempted to calm her down.
"Sybelle just get out before you cause anymore damages. I have to tend to her."
"Why?" she growled fiercely, her wild mane tussled and blue eyes gleaming sharply. "She's the one that started this crap. If she had kept her body to herself and left me alone, I wouldn’t be this way. Why don't you go FUCK her Lestat."
Her last sentence was a blow more painful that any physical hurt she could have inflicted on me and I couldn't bring myself to say anything before she stormed out of the store.
"Oh putain," I mumbled, bringing my hands to my face and breathing deeply, "this isn't happening."
But it was. I didn't think it would happen so fast, but there it was.
Oh, Brat Prince, you have really earned your title today. Father of lies, look what you did now. She's dying, you're killing her slowly. Just like you killed me. Just like Louis will die as well. Is it all just a big game? Strip them of their innocence, make them feel loved, and then throw it in their face. Show them how to hurt, how to bleed, and then put the knife in their hand and watch your blood spill on the tightly woven carpet. You're a masochist, and you take others down with you.
"Oh fuck. Shit, bastard, fucking--"
I took my hands off my face a noticed the mortal was standing in the corner shaking violently with sobs and clutching her gushing nose with one hand and her neck with the other.
At least I had stopped Sybelle from killing her, at least I had saved Sybelle from a pain she would have felt keenly later on, a deep guilt that would have haunted her. But she had gone for the mortal woman's neck, and without a doubt the shaken woman had seen the fangs. A simple mind wipe wouldn't get rid of a memory so deeply engrained like that.
The stench of the piss that stained her fetching dress burned my nose and her whimpers grained on my nerves. I walked calmly up to her and those goddamn big breasts of hers heaved with her rapid breaths and her heart was beating so fast I could practically feel the throbbing in me already. I grabbed her and unceremoniously sank my fangs in her neck, and she opened her mouth and her eyes bugged out but her scream was silent and I drank her until there was nothing left. After healing her wound and hiding her in the dressing room (I didn't have the energy to be creative with stashing the body) I paced back and forth across the empty store. The little bell attached to the door chimed and I swerved around sharply, hoping to see Sybelle's face in the doorway. But it was just another confused mortal standing there dumbly looking at me curiously.
"The store is closed," I snarled, "Get!"
He raced out quickly and I noticed my reflection in a mirror by the door. I looked awful, my mane was all in disarray, my eyes were wild, and a small strand of blood was leaking from my lips. I looked like a monster. I quickly wiped away the blood and tried to straighten out my hair.
Fuck, now what? Do I just go out and look for Sybelle, or do I give her some time to cool off?
No, it was time to drop this Lelio façade. It was time to face her as Lestat.
I swung the door open and ran out the door, looking for her desperately. I strained my ears and heard the soft muffled sound of sobs coming from an alley a little ways off. I ran down to the source of the noise, but quietly, so she wouldn't hear me and run off or something. I found her curled up on the steps with her head on her knees and blood tears streaming through her fingers. She must have heard me because she turned her head quickly to me and her face contorted in anger. And so, before she could say anything, I came out with it.
"I'm not going to let you become another Claudia," I said. I don't know if she had any idea what I was talking about, I don't know if I had any idea what I was talking about, but it was the only sincere thing I could think of to say.
How dare he compare me to Claudia? So I reached up and slapped him and hard across the cheek. I was so hurt and confused and I knew he had killed the bitch. His face was warm with her blood. "Did you enjoy fondling her while you sucked her dry?" I said to him.
I was hurt and I wanted to hit him so hard but I couldn't. "I hate myself. I want to just die. I want to leave this wicked place. I'm the one being abused here and no one hears my cries. I wished that I was the one that Armand had killed all those years ago instead of Riccardo. At least then his brother would still be alive. You don't care about me. You don't care about anything Lestat. I see it in you. The way you acted in there going to her defense. Wanting to baby her." I said shaking uncontrollably, angered tears running down my face and my voice raspy from shouting.
I looked at him and then came out with the truth..."Your using me. You only wanted me for sex. You are nothing but a male shovanist pig." I said to him.
I took the jacket off and threw it at him and stripped out of my clothes down to my under clothes and I began to walk out of the alley cold and shivering wishing that Armand would come to my rescue but he was no where to be found. I was alone yet again and all I wanted was to die. I was going out of my mind again and this time it was because I was slowly learning the truth about my Lelio.
Lelio died along time ago. He would never resurface to live again. I turned to face him and said, "I should have listened to Armand. He tried to warn me but love blinded me. I was stupid for allowing myself to get attached to you Lestat de Lioncourt. No wonder Claudia rebelled against you. Your selfish, your stuck on yourself. You care for no one but yourself and what you want. I hope I never love again thanks to you."
I walked on away from him stepping out into the streets not caring what was ccoming at me until a car hit me head on. I laid on the ground unconscious. Blood dripping out of my mouth. A red tear stained face. The driver was drunk and was getting out to check on his victim.
I could see myself clearly. My spirit freed. Looking down upon myself. I couldn't be dead. And I knew if Lestat had anythign to do with it he wouldn't let me die. I saw him running up to my now unconscious body and he pulled me into his arms. "Don't die on me. We may have our differences, but don't you dare die on me. Armand would never forgive me for this." Lestat said.
He used that jacket to cover my body. His anger was growing because of the drunk driver but his main concern was the now unconcsious woman that laid limp in his arms.
"Don't die on me," I said desperately, slapping her face lightly, trying to keep her conscience. "We may have our differences, but don't you dare die on me. Armand would never forgive me for this."
Her beautiful blue eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body shuddered once before falling completely limp. "No, no, Sybelle, no, lioness, come back, come..." The fucking bastard of a driver began to stumble towards me. My rage blinded me and in a second he was a screaming ball of fire. I would have time to regret that later. I pulled Sybelle close to me and felt her little heart still beating. Slowly, but it was still beating. I looked around wildly for anywhere to go and found to my horror the closest place to take her was the very last place on earth I wanted to be. Whatever, no time for being sentimental, I carefully hoisted her body in my arms and ran into the store were this whole disaster had started.
Clearing the counter with one quick swipe of my arm I laid her down on it and tore at my own wrist with my fangs and let the blood flow down a large wound in her head. The skin was healing, but not fast enough, and I bit a deeper wound in my skin, wincing slightly but my fear for Sybelle overrode any real pain. "Come on, come on..." The wound was almost healed so I quickly turned my attention to the rest of her. There was blood everywhere, running down the side of her head, little trails from her eyes, and a mix of my own droplets, I couldn't tell where the wounds were. So I skipped to the chase and shoved my wrist in her mouth. "Drink, Sybelle, for god's sakes, for my sake, for your sake, please." She was still not fully conscious, but as soon as she tasted the blood in her mouth her teeth automatically clung to my wrist and began sucking. "Yes, oh thank god, keep drinking Sybelle, don't stop, don't stop my little lioness, take all I have to give," I whispered, feeling warm tears of relief sliding down my cheeks. She drank and drank and I started to feel the victim's swoon coming on, but I tried to shake it off. But she was getting stronger and I, in turn, getting weaker. My life was leaving me, quite literally, through the large slits in my wrist, and images of my life were running like a broken record player. Little snippets of thoughts, images of Claudia and Gabrielle and Maruis and Armand and even Nicki. And Louis. Of course, Louis. I blinked hard, trying not to see Louis, not wanting her too see Louis right now, fearing she might not be able to handle those kind of images in her state of mind. The pain in my wrist was growing unbearable and I began to pant for breath. Everything was getting foggy and I tried to focus my eyes but they weren't working properly. Sybelle seemed almost fully healed and the blush of my blood raging through her was clear in her face. "Okay Sybelle," I hissed through gritted teeth, "enough, darling, enough." I practically had to pry my wrist from her mouth and her eyelids fluttered at the sudden loss and she looked confused. Sleep, I whispered into her mind and those beautiful eyelids closed again and she sighed before her breath grew heavy with sleep.
I collapsed into the nearest chair and waited for my breath and heart beat to steady. I felt exhausted, and my mind was dancing back and forth. It wasn't until the room was completely silent save our breathing that the events of this evening came crashing down on me. Her words were slipping in and out of my thoughts, like ghosts plaguing a busy hotel. "Your using me. You only wanted me for sex. You are nothing but a male shovanist pig." I suddenly remembered when I was a mortal, living in that godforsaken boring town, trying desperately to entertain myself with stupid little games. One of those games which I am particularly ashamed of was seeing how many young maidens I could deflower in a month, a week, or, hell, even a night. But this was much different.
Right?
What do you mean "right"! Of course this was different. Why else did my heart flutter every time she laughed, why else did I get so easily lost in her eyes, why else did I itch to kiss her every time I saw her? But how to tell her that, how to explain to her how much I loved her, after all this?
I hope I never love again thanks to you. I put my face in my hands and felt unwanted sobs rack my chest. Well, I had done it. I had really destroyed her. What did it matter if I loved her now? She was broken, broken doll. Suddenly I wished it had been me that had been hit by that damn car. At least I wouldn't have had to think and could have been stuck in blissful ignorance. I should just dig a grave, lay underground, let the situation fix itself with time. But no, I wasn't a coward, I wasn't going to run and hide from the problems I have created like the damn devil I am. I wiped my eyes and decided to wait for her to wake.
Perhaps it was the loss of blood, or maybe my utter mental exhaustion, but within moments I had fallen asleep.[/color]
I woke up upon hearing his thoughts. The mere thoughts I had said to him. I had tears streaking down my face. I didn't realize how horrible I was until then. That he wished he been hit instead of me. I slid off the counter and walked slowly over to him. I bent down and kissed his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his cheeks and finally his lips.
I touched his mind to encourage him to drink from me to get a bit of strength back and that we could hunt together afterwards. I nuzzled against his shoulder so my neck would be right there at his mouth. "Take from me my sexy Fiend for I am sorry that I raged out against you. I am sorry for my words. I love you I want you I need you I can't live without you." I said to him with tears falling.
It was as though suddenly the night had lifted and everything was warm and bright. Little marauder, rising from the dead, placing soft heavenly kisses on my forehead, eye, nose, cheeks, and finally, tender little kiss like a sweet rose petal on my lips. God, was I wrong when I had told her flying in the sky that among the clouds was the closest to heaven that I'd ever be. It was here, on earth, with her warm lips against my own. It could have been a dream, it was so wonderful.
She then placed her neck in front of my mouth and whispered in my ear, "Take from me my sexy Fiend for I am sorry that I raged out against you. I am sorry for my words. I love you I want you I need you I can't live without you."
I wanted to deny her, tell her that non, I was fine, she was really the one that needed the strength after all, but my throat was parched and it was such a temptation I was too weak to push aside.
"Oh, Sybelle," I murmured and with great care so not to bring her any pain I slipped my fangs through her silky skin, the warm blood rushing up to greet me, and I was lost in a red cloud of ecstasy with the taste of my blood and hers mingled together in one body and then two. Indescribable intimacy.
I forced myself to pull out of her after a few delicious sips and felt our blood rushing through my veins, not entirely reviving me, but giving me just enough energy I needed. I licked my little bite clean and healed it quickly, and then kissed her again on her mouth so she could savor the drops of blood on my lips.
"Mmm, cheri, I love you," I told her, after releasing her lips and resting my forehead on hers, closing my eyes, loving the simplicity of our actions, the simple tenderness and love. "Let's start over, shall we?" I murmured. "You'll be Sybelle and I'll be Lestat and we'll make it work. I promise. I'm not going to lose you like that again." She smiled and just simply seeing her face light up like that gave me more motivation then any amount of blood could give me. "Come on," I said, rising from the chair and grasping her hand tightly in mine, "let's go to Rue Royal. There we can be away from Armand and everyone and we make this work." I kissed her lightly and laughed. "Yes, you'll love Rue Royal, we have this giant old piano, that you'll positively adore. I would love to hear those beautiful songs of yours light up the house."
Oh how I savoured every word he said. I nodded and he got up and we walked out of the store putting everything back on me and taking all the things we had just bought with us. "Leli....um Lestat.. I would love to start everything over again. I will love you with every beat of my heart. From the first time I laid eyes on you til now. I have loved you. When I read your stories...I loved you." I said to him.
I linked my arm through his and as we walked I laid my head upon his upper arm looking up at the sky. The very sky where I had just been not even three hours ago. Within five minutes we stood before the house on 1127 Rue Royale. I gasped at its beauty. I smiled and said, "Shall we go in? I'm dying for a bath with you and then lying in your arms sharing sweet passionate kisses and maybe more."
We walked forward and up the steps to the house.
Continued at Rue Royale Part 3
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