Post by Lestat II on Oct 1, 2006 5:07:09 GMT 1
LOUIS, Marie
"Edge, before you say anything I need to talk to Lestat." Putting my hand on Lestat's shoulder, oh how good it is just to be with him again! And turn to him and say "Calm down Lestat, I can only tell you the little that I know, but I would like you to hear me out before you do anything drastic."
He sighs and looks over at Edge and then back to me and says.
"Ok, this better be quick" so I lead him into the parlor and after we both sit down he says "Ok I'm listening"
"I have no clue who this Edge man is, he is very strange that one, but I do know Clarecia. It was a few years ago and I was driving around town and I see this beautiful girl with blonde curls standing on a corner in the pouring rain. I picked her up and all she had in mind that I wanted her to give me pleasure. She said that she ran away from home and she just needed some money because she was starving. So I let her know that I was not going to be needing any of her services and all I wanted to do was help. So I bought her food and brought her back here so she could get some dry clothes on. Once she had gotten something from your mother's collection, I decided that I would take her home back to her parents. Gabrielle was there too and I knew that she had fallen in love with her already and she wanted to come for the ride. Once we dropped Clarecia off back at home that was the last time I have seen her before now. I am deeply distressed because when I knew her she was a human girl and now I have come home to see her as a new vampire all by herself with this stranger Edge. I have no clue why Gabrielle had made Clarecia so young, she still had a life to live." I start to feel tears swell up into my eyes, oh no, I can't cry again, not in front of Lestat! "So, I beg of you, just let them tell us what's going on before you make any decisions on what you are going to do. And please do not hurt Clarecia, for she has not done anything wrong."
LESTAT, Mate/Wisteria
Entering the room, I was able to catch the last sentence of the intruder: "I was just cooking some food for whoever might like to join me....uhh...sorry I didn't mean any disrespect. My name is Edge. I am a friend of Clarecia's." Then my heart made a little jump and a small hint of a smile crossed my lips, for the person the random guy was talking to, was my beautiful one. I had imagined a different kind of reunion for us, but now that this third wheel was present, no force, natural or supernatural would make me to show any feelings but disapproval. "Ah... good evening Louis", I smiled at him, letting him know all was allright between us, "so good to see a familiar face in my own house." Shaking my head, I turned to my unwelcome guest, arms crossed on my chest. "Now, I won´t ask you who you are, because it does not matter to me. What does matter is, that I can see you have just met my friend here for the first time, ass well as myself. Considering you´re just going to have a breakfest in a kitchen the owners of which do not find you familiar, it kinda implies you were not invited."
How strange: I´d say he was a vampire, yet he clearly wanted to eat those eggs. Either I was going mad, or he must have been pulling my leg. "Now don´t waste my patience", I made a few steps towards him, taking the pan with the fried eggs from his hands and putting it onto the kitchen sink. "I guess you´ve made those for the bloody zoo out there. You can consider yourself a lucky guy, because I am in a good mood today. I give you about five minutes to tell me what the hell are you doing there, and if this Clarecia is the person occupying our guest room, you should call her, because she also has a lot to explain." I was not going to decide what to do with him, until I knew what he was.
I stood there awaiting his answer. Why it is he is in my kitchen, making himself "breakfast!" of all things! Mon Dieu! What kind of a vampire makes "breakfast!" As the anger began cresting inside of me, my infamous rage building deeply within me, the preternatural blood racing forward and threatening once again to completely control my every action. And I was just about to engulf this pathetic excuse for a vampire in a swirl of flames when a soft and soothing voice spoke to me, his delicate and familiar hand lightly touching my shoulder in centuries of shared intimacy which we so rarely allowed ourselves.
I had hoped my recent return from my latest adventure might be a meeting together of sorts for Louis and I. The sweetest reunion I had in mind for us. I had plans to catch him unawares and ravish him with kisses, seize the moment and his heart as I have so often dreamt of doing, but have never dared. Being in the prescense of my Beautiful One, is quite a painful task. The love I feel for this being fashioned from my own blood swells my heart as no other can. I have often wondered why this is. Why it is there mere sight of his soft face, his plump lips, the brilliant green in his eyes which cut me to the core of my preternatural heart.
The love that shines in the depths of his eyes has often left me speechless. Crippled my preternatural senses as no other can. And I had fully intended on exploring the infinite possibilities of our centuries long relationship which we both held at bay. One of us always thinking we would hurt each other as we so often did when he was newly made.
The blunderous errors I made within the first few years of his immortal life. And this sweet reunion I had planned for us tonight was going to go a long way in repairing our centuries long distanced intimacy. I had come to a monumental decision in my life, deciding that I had had enough of this *polite* form of affection to which we only allowed ourselves.
Silent kisses shared in mere moments as I said something he found most comical or heart renderingly endearing, and before I knew it. My Beautiful One would settle his slender body into the warmth of my embrace. And we would kiss once again, centuries of sweet passions releasing themselves into our tender and lingering kiss, each of us never wanting it to end. But both of us too afraid to take it any further. So much pain between us, always threatening to mar our intimate friendship after a century of separation. And it was simply too painful for either of us to bear. And so we continued on in this fashion, speaking to each other as mere friends. When the truth of our feelings always released themselves in our sweet and tender kisses, that are few. And very far between.
And now, my anger crested to deeper heights of rage as I utterly and completely blamed this strange new vampire, who was in my kitchen! Cooking on my stove! Using my perpetually, never used plates! And stinking up my house with the smell of cooked animals! And it was because of him! This strange vampire who calls himself Edge. That my evening with mon Louis was being put on hold!
"Ah... good evening Louis" I said momentarily and completely ignoring this Edge, the softness of my Beautiful One's voice, soothing and calming my nerves as it so often does. "So good to see a familiar face in my own house."
"Now, I won´t ask you who you are" I said turning to face this Edge once again. "Because it does not matter to me. What does matter is, that I can see you have just met my friend here for the first time, as well as myself. Considering you´re just going to have a breakfast in a kitchen the owners of which do not find you familiar, it kinda implies you were not invited!" Taking a few steps closer to this strange and unwelcomed vampire, I look him directly in the eyes, my own eyes narrowing in anger and disbelief that this stranger could make himself so welcomed in this. MY HOME!!!!"
"Now don´t waste my patience!" Grabbing the frying pan out of his hand I fling it into the sink. The smell of eggs and bacon in the immaculate santuary of this MY KITCHEN! Angering me further! "I guess you´ve made those for the bloody zoo out there! You can consider yourself a lucky guy, because I am in a good mood today. I give you about five minutes to tell me what the hell are you doing here! And if this Clarecia is the person occupying our guest room you should call her, because she also has a lot to explain!"
Louis: Marie
She is not, and will never be our long lost daughter, we had our chance...and lost. I repeated Lestat’s words over in my mind as he spoke. As much as I don’t want to believe it, his words are true. She cannot bring us together…no one can do this but ourselves. It hurt me inside to think that he didn’t want to keep Clarecia in our home. Yes, I did think that it would’ve brought us together and that she was the missing link between us. But I never thought of her replacing Claudia, no one could ever replace her. It is true that no one but ourselves can bring each other together, but when will that happen?
“Lestat, please, I am not asking for her to be a replacement for Claudia. I am not saying that she will be the one to bring us together. Could she just stay? She is so young and innocent; I do not want to send her on her own already. Your mother just left her here all by herself and with no one to look after her. So you think that giving her some money will fix everything? It will not! I think you are almost just as bad as your mother” I stood up and looked at Lestat, “Go ahead and leave, I’ll figure something out for Clarecia. Right now I would just like to be alone.”
I shook my head and turned my back away from Lestat so that I could hide my tears. I just wanted to be alone so I could pull my thoughts together from what has happened. Just minutes ago, I had finally reunited with my beloved maker and now we are already in an argument. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I wish it was the way I imagined it before I came back here. Lestat and I would be cuddled up on the couch telling each other stories of our adventures, laughing, or maybe I would be reading a book out loud to him. But no, this is far from that.
LESTAT: Wisteria
'Mon Dieu Louis!' I thought as he continued on his little tirade of wanting this would be Claudia in our home. Does he not realize I can have no memory of our long lost daughter in our home. Does he not realize the very thought of this young girl in our home burned a hole in my heart. 'I miss her too Louis!' I so desperately wanted to grab and tell him. But I cannot, I won't. The pain in my heart is much too deep. The pain where she thrust the knife in so deeply, and twisted it as she stood laughing while seeing my body shrivel into a mere husk... with teeth.
As he continued to speak, his words burning into me. I looked into the furthest part of our home. A little room, to the far side of the parlour. The room where she placed the twin boys laced with arsenix and laudenum. The room where she planned my demise. The last room I was ever in.... in this. My beloved home. And I saw her standing in the doorway. The words upon her lips as Louis continued on and on, his tirade becoming more and more heated with each word as his green eyes fired with fury as he became more and more angry with my insistence of this creature leave our home.
'Yes father, in some way form or other. I shall always be by your side, as you were by mine for sixty years. Sixty damn years of dolls dresses and dolls hair! But I am a doll no more! And neither will she be this new daughter of yours. Come to take my place. Come to continue my legacy. Come to haunt your every waking moment! What is it like Daddy Dearest? To have the monster you created for your own selfish needs, return to your home. And make a mockery of the one being in all the world you ever cared for! Just look at him father dear! Look at your beloved Beautiful One! You thought you were going to have it all this time! But nevermore father dearest! Never more! He shall NEVER be yours as you desire him so badly to be. As you have always desired him. NEVER! I shall see to that Daddy Dearest of my dark heart! For it is my only reward in this darkness I have been condemned to. The purgatory of my soul from which I shall never be released!'
I turned away from that doorway. The apparition of your dear departed daughter vanishing in that very moment. Her peals of tinkling laughter continued on as I tried to focus on Louis' words. He must never know I see the ghost of our daughter every now and then. To know this would simply break him in two. And I love him too much to allow this pain to enclose his heart.
Placing my hands upon my forehead in frustrated mortal fashion. I suddenly look into my Louis' eyes. Wanting with all my might to thrash him as I once did all those centuries ago when even then. He would argue his point to the last drop my patience could possibly stand. And now he was doing it again. And the rage in my blood fired dangerously. I could see myself once again throwing him against the walls. The darkest and most potent of my powers surfacing. Burning him to a crisp. I couldn't allow that to happen. Never! But to disengage from this feeling. I had to vent! I had to do something as every moment was putting my most beloved in dire danger. And in that moment the answer to my problem voiced itself. Made itself known in the form of a young vampire, who still reeked of cooked, dead animal. Yes, perfect!
In less than an instant. I grabbed this young man and threw him viciously up against the wall. My eyes twirling different shades of dangerous blue, gray and violet. The smoke coming up from his shoulders as the power of my mind imagined him in hell itself. Burning to a crisp. 'Die you blasted intruder! Die and when I send you to the very pits of hell! Say hello to my wayward daughter for me! Tell her Lestat sends his deepest regards!'
TO BE CONTINUED AT 1127 RUE ROYALE PART 3
"Edge, before you say anything I need to talk to Lestat." Putting my hand on Lestat's shoulder, oh how good it is just to be with him again! And turn to him and say "Calm down Lestat, I can only tell you the little that I know, but I would like you to hear me out before you do anything drastic."
He sighs and looks over at Edge and then back to me and says.
"Ok, this better be quick" so I lead him into the parlor and after we both sit down he says "Ok I'm listening"
"I have no clue who this Edge man is, he is very strange that one, but I do know Clarecia. It was a few years ago and I was driving around town and I see this beautiful girl with blonde curls standing on a corner in the pouring rain. I picked her up and all she had in mind that I wanted her to give me pleasure. She said that she ran away from home and she just needed some money because she was starving. So I let her know that I was not going to be needing any of her services and all I wanted to do was help. So I bought her food and brought her back here so she could get some dry clothes on. Once she had gotten something from your mother's collection, I decided that I would take her home back to her parents. Gabrielle was there too and I knew that she had fallen in love with her already and she wanted to come for the ride. Once we dropped Clarecia off back at home that was the last time I have seen her before now. I am deeply distressed because when I knew her she was a human girl and now I have come home to see her as a new vampire all by herself with this stranger Edge. I have no clue why Gabrielle had made Clarecia so young, she still had a life to live." I start to feel tears swell up into my eyes, oh no, I can't cry again, not in front of Lestat! "So, I beg of you, just let them tell us what's going on before you make any decisions on what you are going to do. And please do not hurt Clarecia, for she has not done anything wrong."
LESTAT, Mate/Wisteria
Entering the room, I was able to catch the last sentence of the intruder: "I was just cooking some food for whoever might like to join me....uhh...sorry I didn't mean any disrespect. My name is Edge. I am a friend of Clarecia's." Then my heart made a little jump and a small hint of a smile crossed my lips, for the person the random guy was talking to, was my beautiful one. I had imagined a different kind of reunion for us, but now that this third wheel was present, no force, natural or supernatural would make me to show any feelings but disapproval. "Ah... good evening Louis", I smiled at him, letting him know all was allright between us, "so good to see a familiar face in my own house." Shaking my head, I turned to my unwelcome guest, arms crossed on my chest. "Now, I won´t ask you who you are, because it does not matter to me. What does matter is, that I can see you have just met my friend here for the first time, ass well as myself. Considering you´re just going to have a breakfest in a kitchen the owners of which do not find you familiar, it kinda implies you were not invited."
How strange: I´d say he was a vampire, yet he clearly wanted to eat those eggs. Either I was going mad, or he must have been pulling my leg. "Now don´t waste my patience", I made a few steps towards him, taking the pan with the fried eggs from his hands and putting it onto the kitchen sink. "I guess you´ve made those for the bloody zoo out there. You can consider yourself a lucky guy, because I am in a good mood today. I give you about five minutes to tell me what the hell are you doing there, and if this Clarecia is the person occupying our guest room, you should call her, because she also has a lot to explain." I was not going to decide what to do with him, until I knew what he was.
I stood there awaiting his answer. Why it is he is in my kitchen, making himself "breakfast!" of all things! Mon Dieu! What kind of a vampire makes "breakfast!" As the anger began cresting inside of me, my infamous rage building deeply within me, the preternatural blood racing forward and threatening once again to completely control my every action. And I was just about to engulf this pathetic excuse for a vampire in a swirl of flames when a soft and soothing voice spoke to me, his delicate and familiar hand lightly touching my shoulder in centuries of shared intimacy which we so rarely allowed ourselves.
I had hoped my recent return from my latest adventure might be a meeting together of sorts for Louis and I. The sweetest reunion I had in mind for us. I had plans to catch him unawares and ravish him with kisses, seize the moment and his heart as I have so often dreamt of doing, but have never dared. Being in the prescense of my Beautiful One, is quite a painful task. The love I feel for this being fashioned from my own blood swells my heart as no other can. I have often wondered why this is. Why it is there mere sight of his soft face, his plump lips, the brilliant green in his eyes which cut me to the core of my preternatural heart.
The love that shines in the depths of his eyes has often left me speechless. Crippled my preternatural senses as no other can. And I had fully intended on exploring the infinite possibilities of our centuries long relationship which we both held at bay. One of us always thinking we would hurt each other as we so often did when he was newly made.
The blunderous errors I made within the first few years of his immortal life. And this sweet reunion I had planned for us tonight was going to go a long way in repairing our centuries long distanced intimacy. I had come to a monumental decision in my life, deciding that I had had enough of this *polite* form of affection to which we only allowed ourselves.
Silent kisses shared in mere moments as I said something he found most comical or heart renderingly endearing, and before I knew it. My Beautiful One would settle his slender body into the warmth of my embrace. And we would kiss once again, centuries of sweet passions releasing themselves into our tender and lingering kiss, each of us never wanting it to end. But both of us too afraid to take it any further. So much pain between us, always threatening to mar our intimate friendship after a century of separation. And it was simply too painful for either of us to bear. And so we continued on in this fashion, speaking to each other as mere friends. When the truth of our feelings always released themselves in our sweet and tender kisses, that are few. And very far between.
And now, my anger crested to deeper heights of rage as I utterly and completely blamed this strange new vampire, who was in my kitchen! Cooking on my stove! Using my perpetually, never used plates! And stinking up my house with the smell of cooked animals! And it was because of him! This strange vampire who calls himself Edge. That my evening with mon Louis was being put on hold!
"Ah... good evening Louis" I said momentarily and completely ignoring this Edge, the softness of my Beautiful One's voice, soothing and calming my nerves as it so often does. "So good to see a familiar face in my own house."
"Now, I won´t ask you who you are" I said turning to face this Edge once again. "Because it does not matter to me. What does matter is, that I can see you have just met my friend here for the first time, as well as myself. Considering you´re just going to have a breakfast in a kitchen the owners of which do not find you familiar, it kinda implies you were not invited!" Taking a few steps closer to this strange and unwelcomed vampire, I look him directly in the eyes, my own eyes narrowing in anger and disbelief that this stranger could make himself so welcomed in this. MY HOME!!!!"
"Now don´t waste my patience!" Grabbing the frying pan out of his hand I fling it into the sink. The smell of eggs and bacon in the immaculate santuary of this MY KITCHEN! Angering me further! "I guess you´ve made those for the bloody zoo out there! You can consider yourself a lucky guy, because I am in a good mood today. I give you about five minutes to tell me what the hell are you doing here! And if this Clarecia is the person occupying our guest room you should call her, because she also has a lot to explain!"
Louis: Marie
She is not, and will never be our long lost daughter, we had our chance...and lost. I repeated Lestat’s words over in my mind as he spoke. As much as I don’t want to believe it, his words are true. She cannot bring us together…no one can do this but ourselves. It hurt me inside to think that he didn’t want to keep Clarecia in our home. Yes, I did think that it would’ve brought us together and that she was the missing link between us. But I never thought of her replacing Claudia, no one could ever replace her. It is true that no one but ourselves can bring each other together, but when will that happen?
“Lestat, please, I am not asking for her to be a replacement for Claudia. I am not saying that she will be the one to bring us together. Could she just stay? She is so young and innocent; I do not want to send her on her own already. Your mother just left her here all by herself and with no one to look after her. So you think that giving her some money will fix everything? It will not! I think you are almost just as bad as your mother” I stood up and looked at Lestat, “Go ahead and leave, I’ll figure something out for Clarecia. Right now I would just like to be alone.”
I shook my head and turned my back away from Lestat so that I could hide my tears. I just wanted to be alone so I could pull my thoughts together from what has happened. Just minutes ago, I had finally reunited with my beloved maker and now we are already in an argument. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I wish it was the way I imagined it before I came back here. Lestat and I would be cuddled up on the couch telling each other stories of our adventures, laughing, or maybe I would be reading a book out loud to him. But no, this is far from that.
LESTAT: Wisteria
'Mon Dieu Louis!' I thought as he continued on his little tirade of wanting this would be Claudia in our home. Does he not realize I can have no memory of our long lost daughter in our home. Does he not realize the very thought of this young girl in our home burned a hole in my heart. 'I miss her too Louis!' I so desperately wanted to grab and tell him. But I cannot, I won't. The pain in my heart is much too deep. The pain where she thrust the knife in so deeply, and twisted it as she stood laughing while seeing my body shrivel into a mere husk... with teeth.
As he continued to speak, his words burning into me. I looked into the furthest part of our home. A little room, to the far side of the parlour. The room where she placed the twin boys laced with arsenix and laudenum. The room where she planned my demise. The last room I was ever in.... in this. My beloved home. And I saw her standing in the doorway. The words upon her lips as Louis continued on and on, his tirade becoming more and more heated with each word as his green eyes fired with fury as he became more and more angry with my insistence of this creature leave our home.
'Yes father, in some way form or other. I shall always be by your side, as you were by mine for sixty years. Sixty damn years of dolls dresses and dolls hair! But I am a doll no more! And neither will she be this new daughter of yours. Come to take my place. Come to continue my legacy. Come to haunt your every waking moment! What is it like Daddy Dearest? To have the monster you created for your own selfish needs, return to your home. And make a mockery of the one being in all the world you ever cared for! Just look at him father dear! Look at your beloved Beautiful One! You thought you were going to have it all this time! But nevermore father dearest! Never more! He shall NEVER be yours as you desire him so badly to be. As you have always desired him. NEVER! I shall see to that Daddy Dearest of my dark heart! For it is my only reward in this darkness I have been condemned to. The purgatory of my soul from which I shall never be released!'
I turned away from that doorway. The apparition of your dear departed daughter vanishing in that very moment. Her peals of tinkling laughter continued on as I tried to focus on Louis' words. He must never know I see the ghost of our daughter every now and then. To know this would simply break him in two. And I love him too much to allow this pain to enclose his heart.
Placing my hands upon my forehead in frustrated mortal fashion. I suddenly look into my Louis' eyes. Wanting with all my might to thrash him as I once did all those centuries ago when even then. He would argue his point to the last drop my patience could possibly stand. And now he was doing it again. And the rage in my blood fired dangerously. I could see myself once again throwing him against the walls. The darkest and most potent of my powers surfacing. Burning him to a crisp. I couldn't allow that to happen. Never! But to disengage from this feeling. I had to vent! I had to do something as every moment was putting my most beloved in dire danger. And in that moment the answer to my problem voiced itself. Made itself known in the form of a young vampire, who still reeked of cooked, dead animal. Yes, perfect!
In less than an instant. I grabbed this young man and threw him viciously up against the wall. My eyes twirling different shades of dangerous blue, gray and violet. The smoke coming up from his shoulders as the power of my mind imagined him in hell itself. Burning to a crisp. 'Die you blasted intruder! Die and when I send you to the very pits of hell! Say hello to my wayward daughter for me! Tell her Lestat sends his deepest regards!'
TO BE CONTINUED AT 1127 RUE ROYALE PART 3