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Post by alldrenched on Aug 1, 2009 4:34:37 GMT
Stella looked up, Jacqueline had seen it all, while she had been in her dream world of the swoon and the ecstasy after. She looked must have looked like a little girl coming home with a prize, the dog curled up in a ball in her arms.
She was amazed that her hunger sparked at the sight of Jacqueline, though she had her more than her fill of blood.
She felt Jacqueline's fear, her horror and confusion.
Stella cleared her throat in a raw, human way, to fill the awkward silence, then she took Jacqueline's arm.
"I'll take you home," she said softly, it was embarrassing to her, like being walked in on while making love.
She walked towards the river, unsure whether to lead Jacqueline back to Lestat's or to her own apartment.
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Post by boo radley on Aug 1, 2009 22:50:13 GMT
Jacqueline smiled. She supposed... she had seen enough films to let her be all right to a given sense. "Don't worry," she said, sensing Stella's embarrassment. "I believe Lestat's apartment is the closest, but if you feel that I am better off in my own home, I might as well be taken there."
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Post by alldrenched on Aug 1, 2009 23:01:11 GMT
Stella nodded then took her quickly through the streets to Lestat's, in silence. When she opened the gate Mojo bounded towards them and sniffed at the puppy wrapped in Stella's arms. She put him down, the puppy stood stalk still, clearly afraid, but Mojo was friendly and just nuzzled and drooled on him, happily.
Stella opened the front door with her mind, still playing with this new power, and followed Jacqueline and the two dogs in.
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Post by boo radley on Aug 1, 2009 23:10:30 GMT
Jacqueline looked around. She didn't really pay close attention last time she was here. It was a lovely place. Very beautiful. It reminded her of her mother's home. There once was a vampire named Lestat... but she'd let the story go on from there. She didn't need her mother to tell it to her, she had the books to read.
"Thank you, Stella." She didn't know what else to say, but she wanted to say something more. Mojo bounded to her and she laughed. "Hello, Mojo." She heard his name in her mind, somehow. She scratched his ears and he panted happily.
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Post by alldrenched on Aug 1, 2009 23:17:06 GMT
She looked at Jacqueline, she seemed so happy, so thrilled to be here, it was like seeing a child play obliviously with a gun. Horrific in it's own way, and hadn't she just been a foolish child herself?
Stella got out two bowls and filled them with some of Mojo's food and some water. She placed them on the floor then looked around the house, hoping to find Louis or Vittorio.
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Post by boo radley on Aug 2, 2009 0:03:38 GMT
"You don't have to look for me to find me," Louis said calmly, stepping out of the shadows. He winked at Jacqueline and walked closer to Stella. Something was different. "You fed." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. But his despair was weakening. He hoped it would. It sucked to be so... sad.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Aug 2, 2009 4:56:31 GMT
ooc: sorry this took me a bit but I could not come up with ANYTHING to post.
~San Francisco~
Lestat wandered Rowan's house, admiring the glass walls that looked out at the dark sea. He could see the appeal of this house to a mortal. During the day you had light anywhere you wanted it, and the view was probably astounding. The only issue with him was it wasn't vampire proof. He'd have to get a hotel room for his sleeping quarters and glamour some poor bell hop into getting him black out curtains, he refused to sleep under the bed again like he had so many times at hotels in the past. He touched everything, amused by even the simplest things around him. He'd left his sunglasses on the coffee table, wandering around the house to get a better look at it with his preturnatural eyes. His shoes barely made a sound against the floors, as if he was afraid of disturbing anything.
He knew they had cause a stir back at the hospital, he made a mental note to send money to the hospital to pay for the doors he'd busted with his voice, annonymously of course. Lestat also wondered if any of the Mayfair's would come after them. He had after all left them without a Designee, now that Stella was part of The Savage Garden.
Mona had went back to Lestat's apartment her own way. She wasn't able to face Quinn at the moment and Lestat's flat was all she could thing of going to. She'd wandered into her room, sitting in front of her computer and typing out her experiences of the night. It had been awhile since she'd had a reason to write on this thing. Lestat read over them occasionally and gave her pointers on what she needed to do.
She paused as she heard voices in the den. She recognized Louis, her Beloved Boss's Merciful Death, she loved how sad he was, it was what he was known for, his personality dripped with it, he couldn't ever be any other way. And Stella, she no longer could read her thoughts, but she recognized the voice. The other..however...she didn't know.
Mona came briskly into the living room, stopping short and looked at the little party of people "Louis..." she said, she couldn't look at Stella's face, she eyed the other woman suspiciously "Who's she! What's she doing in Lestat's flat!" Mona looked the woman over, she paused, "Does he know?" she asked matter of factly. She knew Lestat would be furious. Mona attempted to penetrate the woman's mind, wanting know of her intentions. For one so little, Mona was quite firey.
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Post by alldrenched on Aug 2, 2009 5:16:33 GMT
Rowan turned to him,"They have means by which to find a new Designee, but they will go looking for her, one of them, Ryan, or the Talamasca, or her parents. Someone will find out the truth, and it will be gracefully brushed under a rug somewhere, never to be spoken of again. She died in that hospital, that is true, and that is what they will say." Rowan looked to Lestat, this house seemed to take her back in time, she was braver here it seemed, she didn't have a weak need for Michael,she didn't have the fear that Lasher put into her. She loved the cold wind that came off of the sea, even in summer. She looked around the almost all white furnishings and took a seat on an overstuffed couch.
"And don't worry about the doors. Mayfair money has been doubling everyday for centuries in old banks all over the world. If you destroyed the entire hospital they could built it again, ten times over, and think nothing of it." It was a fact to her, she took off her suit jacket and looked the at him, her gray blue eyes washing over him. "Yes, there isn't a room in this house that isn't awash in light during the day, but there are nearby hotels." The daze of the evening was slipping off of her in this modern house, this house that made her think of surgery and loneliness and schedules.
Stella moved towards Louis, she wrapped her arms around his delicate frame and she pressed her lips to his. A shock of cold ran through her, she was warm still from the feast earlier but he was chilled still. She pressed her fang into his lip and then her own, letting the blood pass between them. She drank in his passion, his love for humans, his hate for this existence, and his love for the brilliant world around him. She pulled back, the dazed of his emotions hanging on her. The sun was coming soon, for him Hell's Bells were already ringing, though they weren't for her yet. He had to hide and to sleep soon, but Lestat's blood, the blood that flowed through Mona, meant she didn't have to yet.
The tiny bit of pooled blood on her lip was absorbed into her skin slowly as she looked at the group before her.
Stella turned, hearing someone come down the stairs. Her beautiful Mona appeared before her, her pale skin glowing in the lamp light, her hair flowing in waves along her shoulders, a deep red, and her eyes, almost blinding. She realised now, truly, how cut off from each other they were, she hadn't even sensed her.
"Jacqueline, she is a Talamascan, she is, Louis..." now Stella didn't even know how to finish that," Friend." She was sinking into the vision of Mona, she looked away so she could think, she wouldn't let Mona kill the poor girl, a Talamascan, just like her, or like she was, but she understood Lestat might be furious.
She had taken over this house as though it were hers, because she had no where else to go, and she had allowed Jacqueline to come, but she had not brought her.
Stella looked at Mona, who seemed to avoid her gaze.
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Post by boo radley on Aug 2, 2009 22:51:52 GMT
(btw I'm changing Jacqueline's appearance to someone else because I'm introducing Gabrielle de Lioncourt, and I'd much rather she was played by Nicole Kidman than Jacqueline XD is that all right?)
"Yes, Lestat will be furious, but I have seen Jacqueline's mind. She was forced into becoming a Talamascan. I will speak with Lestat, although my speaking with him has done nothing in the past. Mona," Louis said. "Mona, be a little kinder. She is a very good soul. She can help us." And this Louis said sincerely. He wasn't absolutely thrilled with the idea of Jacqueline being discovered by everyone else except Lestat, when it was Lestat that he had tried to speak to. "But Lestat has shown a compassionate heart to very select Talamascans in the past." Here he looked at Stella, and he thought of David. The image of David's face was projected into everyone's mind.
"Yes," came a voice from the shadows. A voice lovely, like a bell, reminiscent of Lestat. "But what reason is there for him to show compassion to this Talamascan?" It was Gabrielle. She stepped into the light, looking at Jacqueline, more curiously than with hatred, through her blue-violet eyes. She looked beautiful, and fitting, she wasn't wearing her usual ragged garments, now she was dressed in a smart suit and slacks, all black, with a white blouse inside. Jacqueline gasped. "All of the vampires have come to New Orleans, it seems. I wouldn't be surprised if another arrived soon."
"Why?" was all Vittorio had to ask.
Louis was silent, a bit in shock. He nodded at Gabrielle, acknowledging her presence. "Something's going to happen."
"Something always happens," Jacqueline said silently, still scratching Mojo behind the ears, albeit absentmindedly. This was the first time she had spoken in front of all of them together tonight, let alone Mona or even Gabrielle. "I cannot force you - any of you - to trust me. That would be improper, and frankly, quite impossible. Mais, je suis tres confiance. And that I can tell you anyone who does know me can say the same. I suppose Stella has, for me." Stella merely said that Jacqueline was a friend, which took her by surprise, but usually it was this, that friends trusted each other.
Gabrielle merely looked at her glassy nails. "Only time will tell." She sat down and looked at Mona. If Mona did something, Gabrielle would have nothing to say to it. She didn't trust Jacqueline, but she didn't hate her either. She didn't really care.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Aug 3, 2009 1:59:11 GMT
Lestat smirked, "Please let one know when you read my thoughts" he laughed, crossing his arms, he walked around the sitting room, running his hands over the furniture, he loved the feel of the stark white furniture beneath his fingers, " I'll get a suite in a hotel for the days, and come back here at night." he explained. He made his way over to the window that looked out over the ocean, an ocean of darkness, the moonlight playing on the tips of the waves and danced along the wakes. He never recalled an ocean of the light, for he couldn't remember ever seeing it as a mortal. Oh but he remembered the Siene in Paris, the little burbling creeks in the woods in D'Auvergne that glistened in the sunlight, like moving glass.
~New Orleans~
"You don't think I know that?" Mona said, David technically wasn't a Talemascan anymore, Lestat had turned him and he was now one of the many who came and went here " I just don't like you bringing people here without him knowing! I don't think it's right." She didn't like being treated like a child, especially by Louis, she shot him a look of pure unadulterated annoyance. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by the voice. She had only read about Lestat's mother, she was apprently very secretive, and only came to the other's aide if it involved Lestat being in trouble or needing her help.
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