Post by Santino 1 on Nov 29, 2006 5:24:53 GMT 1
Hotel California - The Eagles
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
(Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
(Any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got the Mercedes bends
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain
Please bring me my wine
He said
We haven't had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely Place
(Such a lovely Place)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
(What a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax," said the nightman,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
But you can never leave."
Silently. I rose from my coffin. The sounds from a familiar and particularly inspiring old mortal song ringing in my ears from a car parked across the street from the Lafayette Cemetary. Smiling at the lovely old lyric's. Yes....I did like that song....You can check out anytime you like...but you can't ever leave!
How sweet! How delicous! How wickedly inspiring! Precisely what is needed for this lovely humid night. An inspirational song....but what to do first? Ah yes...listen. And as my new co-hort is fond of saying...
"Children of the night...oh what beautiful music they make!"
Beautiful indeed....
And far off in the distance....beautiful, methodical voices clear as bells could be heard....voices only heard by vampire ears such as mine.
I smiled inwardly as the thoughts of a beautiful female vampire danced in my head her long and delicate slender fingers, perfect for playing the ivories of a piano.
'How could I believe that Lestat would ever love me?!! No one loved me. I was alone again. Over and over again everyone I loved left me. My parents, Armand, Marius, Benji, and now Lestat. I wanted to run out and find the nearest fire and throw myself into it. I wanted to end my misery. Be rid of this world. The world where no one loved Sybelle anymore. The world in which I was outcast from, a world where I so desperately wanted to love and be loved in return. Should I leave Lestat a note? Hell no. He doesn’t care. Never did he care. He only used me. I’m always being used. Like a toy and then cast aside when a new and better toy arrives. Now I understand why so many vampires go insane and kill themselves. It’s because no one in this world cares for them or they are always abandoned and left alone to wander. Loneliness is like solitary confinement for us immortals. It kills us. We don’t want to be punished. And that’s just what I felt like. I was in solitary confinement for being with Lestat. Fine. If that’s what they want. Fuck Lestat, Fuck Louis, and fuck the world. I could care less anymore.'
"It kills us?" My dearest Sybelle....we are already dead! with a deep chuckle I leaned against one of the angels of the garden of death. And looked up into the night sky. Sybelle....as delicate as a flower when taken and made a fiend of the night, and now today. A mind, tortured, wanting to be love. Desiring to seek love....bah! Love? The concept is not made for beings such as ourselves! We are the taker of lives! Still....such emotional intensity in those words. We vampires feed on the emotions of others, we seek out other vampires with which to replenish our diminishing emotions. And so therein lay may answer! Sybelle....forgotten child of the vampire Marius! The ancient who makes his children simply to throw them away when he meets another more beautiful than the last! Yes....Marius de Romanus, who sat idly by like a baffoon at the circus while his companion the Vampire Thorne mercilessly cut off my head in one fail swoop! Well my dear Marius, just a little reminder as they say in these ever modern times.....Payback's is a bitch!
Quickly, I shook from my head from these disparaging thoughts, and focused my thoughts on the other immortal which always beguiled my eyes and beseetched my dark heart. Louis. Made in love and for love by the vampire Lestat. Hopelessly devoted to his maker, the strongest of us....and yet, Louis himself was the weakest by choice. Yes! Take the weakest to wipe out the strongest! But where to find them....
Closing my eyes I concentrated against the blanket of the stars above me, my hands resting on the wings of an angel. Smiling I opened my eyes, no need to keep them closed for the immortal mind of Louis de Pointe du Lac!
Focusing my dark eyes into the depths of his blazing emeralds, I held a breath. As his peacock master held his voice down in a struggle to keep himself from belittling and bashing his gentle lover and eternal companion. Ah yes, what a beautiful pair those two made. And once again, they stood in a heated battle of wits, as usual. Neither wanting to be wrong, neither willing to admit defeat. But then wait....a sudden change of pace! A new twist in their volcanic relationship! They were kissing each other. Then Louis' voice moaned in my ears as I saw him place into his mouth his master's male member. Strong and taut for his fledgling. I looked up at Lestat through Louis' eyes....the love in those emerald depths almost torturing my ancient heart. Such emotion. Such raw and deep emotion. Never in centuries have I ever felt such emotion. My preternatural heart was racing and moments later I could feel my own member rise to it's one time glory, I stared in awe and amazement at the marble hard bulge in my pants. And then I smiled wickedly........ah yes......the Beautiful One will be mine, and he will give me the feelings he has expressed to his maker tonight!
Suddenly I broke away from Louis' thoughts. Enough! He will be mine soon enough!
And as I stood on these grounds of the dead, another voice called out! Screaming, begging! Yelling for help! Anyone's help! Her screams muffled, as though she were entrapped, her breathing heavy and labored, as though enclosed. But where is she? Most definitely a vampire. A very starved one at that, and freshly made. Only a week old it seems. And yet so full of trauma in her tortured mind.
And in that moment, my plans had been made. Sealed in gold and sent and delivered. Taking a step forward, I walked to the direction of the Rue Royale. Louis was giving Lestat all he could, physically and emotionally. When he was done, his thrist would be aching for mortal blood. And I shall be waiting.....for my just reward.
Smiling at the thought, I took one step back at the entrance of the ancient cemetery.....across the street. A young lady walked, her gait too lovely, too seductive.....too vampiric, indeed. I could smell the blood of her maker still circulating in her veins.
Indeed Sybelle, my delicate one, come to papa....
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
(Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
(Any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got the Mercedes bends
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain
Please bring me my wine
He said
We haven't had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely Place
(Such a lovely Place)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
(What a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax," said the nightman,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
But you can never leave."
Silently. I rose from my coffin. The sounds from a familiar and particularly inspiring old mortal song ringing in my ears from a car parked across the street from the Lafayette Cemetary. Smiling at the lovely old lyric's. Yes....I did like that song....You can check out anytime you like...but you can't ever leave!
How sweet! How delicous! How wickedly inspiring! Precisely what is needed for this lovely humid night. An inspirational song....but what to do first? Ah yes...listen. And as my new co-hort is fond of saying...
"Children of the night...oh what beautiful music they make!"
Beautiful indeed....
And far off in the distance....beautiful, methodical voices clear as bells could be heard....voices only heard by vampire ears such as mine.
I smiled inwardly as the thoughts of a beautiful female vampire danced in my head her long and delicate slender fingers, perfect for playing the ivories of a piano.
'How could I believe that Lestat would ever love me?!! No one loved me. I was alone again. Over and over again everyone I loved left me. My parents, Armand, Marius, Benji, and now Lestat. I wanted to run out and find the nearest fire and throw myself into it. I wanted to end my misery. Be rid of this world. The world where no one loved Sybelle anymore. The world in which I was outcast from, a world where I so desperately wanted to love and be loved in return. Should I leave Lestat a note? Hell no. He doesn’t care. Never did he care. He only used me. I’m always being used. Like a toy and then cast aside when a new and better toy arrives. Now I understand why so many vampires go insane and kill themselves. It’s because no one in this world cares for them or they are always abandoned and left alone to wander. Loneliness is like solitary confinement for us immortals. It kills us. We don’t want to be punished. And that’s just what I felt like. I was in solitary confinement for being with Lestat. Fine. If that’s what they want. Fuck Lestat, Fuck Louis, and fuck the world. I could care less anymore.'
"It kills us?" My dearest Sybelle....we are already dead! with a deep chuckle I leaned against one of the angels of the garden of death. And looked up into the night sky. Sybelle....as delicate as a flower when taken and made a fiend of the night, and now today. A mind, tortured, wanting to be love. Desiring to seek love....bah! Love? The concept is not made for beings such as ourselves! We are the taker of lives! Still....such emotional intensity in those words. We vampires feed on the emotions of others, we seek out other vampires with which to replenish our diminishing emotions. And so therein lay may answer! Sybelle....forgotten child of the vampire Marius! The ancient who makes his children simply to throw them away when he meets another more beautiful than the last! Yes....Marius de Romanus, who sat idly by like a baffoon at the circus while his companion the Vampire Thorne mercilessly cut off my head in one fail swoop! Well my dear Marius, just a little reminder as they say in these ever modern times.....Payback's is a bitch!
Quickly, I shook from my head from these disparaging thoughts, and focused my thoughts on the other immortal which always beguiled my eyes and beseetched my dark heart. Louis. Made in love and for love by the vampire Lestat. Hopelessly devoted to his maker, the strongest of us....and yet, Louis himself was the weakest by choice. Yes! Take the weakest to wipe out the strongest! But where to find them....
Closing my eyes I concentrated against the blanket of the stars above me, my hands resting on the wings of an angel. Smiling I opened my eyes, no need to keep them closed for the immortal mind of Louis de Pointe du Lac!
Focusing my dark eyes into the depths of his blazing emeralds, I held a breath. As his peacock master held his voice down in a struggle to keep himself from belittling and bashing his gentle lover and eternal companion. Ah yes, what a beautiful pair those two made. And once again, they stood in a heated battle of wits, as usual. Neither wanting to be wrong, neither willing to admit defeat. But then wait....a sudden change of pace! A new twist in their volcanic relationship! They were kissing each other. Then Louis' voice moaned in my ears as I saw him place into his mouth his master's male member. Strong and taut for his fledgling. I looked up at Lestat through Louis' eyes....the love in those emerald depths almost torturing my ancient heart. Such emotion. Such raw and deep emotion. Never in centuries have I ever felt such emotion. My preternatural heart was racing and moments later I could feel my own member rise to it's one time glory, I stared in awe and amazement at the marble hard bulge in my pants. And then I smiled wickedly........ah yes......the Beautiful One will be mine, and he will give me the feelings he has expressed to his maker tonight!
Suddenly I broke away from Louis' thoughts. Enough! He will be mine soon enough!
And as I stood on these grounds of the dead, another voice called out! Screaming, begging! Yelling for help! Anyone's help! Her screams muffled, as though she were entrapped, her breathing heavy and labored, as though enclosed. But where is she? Most definitely a vampire. A very starved one at that, and freshly made. Only a week old it seems. And yet so full of trauma in her tortured mind.
And in that moment, my plans had been made. Sealed in gold and sent and delivered. Taking a step forward, I walked to the direction of the Rue Royale. Louis was giving Lestat all he could, physically and emotionally. When he was done, his thrist would be aching for mortal blood. And I shall be waiting.....for my just reward.
Smiling at the thought, I took one step back at the entrance of the ancient cemetery.....across the street. A young lady walked, her gait too lovely, too seductive.....too vampiric, indeed. I could smell the blood of her maker still circulating in her veins.
Indeed Sybelle, my delicate one, come to papa....