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Post by alldrenched on Aug 11, 2009 1:58:56 GMT
Stella said nothing to Gabrielle, she said nothing to anyone, she was exhausted and she wanted to be alone. She walked through the group and down the stairs. There darkened guest rooms lined the halls. The windows had been covered with two or three thick layers of blackout curtains.
She wanted to be alone for awhile, she was tired from the change, and in shock still. She hadn't really let herself think.
She made her way to the last door. When she entered she noted that it smelled like David, David's room, left empty for years perhaps, since they all stood guard over a catatonic Lestat.
The closet had a heavy lock, and was thick and metal, with rubber sealing up all the cracks and gaps. She opened it slowly. It was large inside, with a twin bed fitted into the floor, and the walls were dark silk and velvet. She stepped in briefly than immediately out again. She could not sleep in this closet any more than she could sleep in coffin. She looked at the plush canopy bed. It was framed in more dark curtains. It would be fine, it was safe in this house, and she could protect herself.
She turned and locked the door, then she crawled onto the tall bed. David's scent enveloped her, it was lovely, it made her feel safe, and sad. She closed the panels around the bed and slipped under the covers like she was going to bed like any human.
She closed her eyes and almost immediately went to sleep. She dreamt of the nervous first night in the Talamasca, of Aaron drowning some bread in the gumbo at Antione's.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Aug 11, 2009 14:01:16 GMT
"I told you where he went, that could possibly have something to do with it," Mona hated it when people didn't listen to her, even if it was the Bosses mother. She felt drowsy and took off after Stella to her own room Lestat kept here for her, in case she couldn't make it back to Quinn before daybreak My darling, I'm spending the day at our beloved bosses flat, I can't make it to Blackwood Manor with so little time she sent to Quinn, she had finally learned how to relay telepathic messages from afar.
~San Francisco~
Lestat could see it so easily, and he was never one to give up on what he wanted, David Talbot was proof of that. He could tell it was getting closer to sunlight, unlike a few of the others he could withstand a few more hours in the earlier parts of the morning, "I need to get an apartment set up," he said to himself, "Unless I find somewhere for just right now and wait til tomorrow night." he had slept in graveyards before, they weren't exactly his favorite, but they usually would do for one day.
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Post by boo radley on Aug 11, 2009 19:53:32 GMT
Gabrielle swiftly turned and left.
Jacqueline stared after her, a little more than unsettled with everything that had happened. She turned and looked at Pieter, a little more than...upset. Talamasca, Talamasca, and there was all the more reason to identify her with the rest of "them."
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Post by alldrenched on Aug 11, 2009 22:27:56 GMT
The thought of him sleeping in a graveyard seemed so Gothic, right out of the pages of a horror novel. But then, hadn't he made himself something that poured out of his own horror novels?
"No,there are hotels close, I can go with you to check in." She locked the door to the house behind them.Being here brought back memories she thought she would love, but this place only made here feel that lonely routine, the work centered life she had built for herself in these glass walls. She didn't want to take to the air though, she walked with him around the corner. In the driveway her stepfather's classic mercedes was parked, all tuned and ready to run again, down to the vacuumed interior and filled gas tank. As she touched the door handle she saw a glimmer of him,laying on the kitchen floor dying, by her will. She shut the thought out as she opened the door.
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Post by boo radley on Aug 11, 2009 23:09:48 GMT
Louis, now, was more curious about whatever was going to happen to Lestat. More afraid for him than curious, considering what he himself had done to Lestat in the past. And it was wrong, was all he thought. But Lestat was still alive, and that was good news. Alive, that is, in a very deathly sense.
He followed after Gabrielle. 'What did you mean by when you said "something will happen to Lestat?"'Gabrielle smiled. "Ask Mael."Louis looked a bit confused. "Mael?""Yes, he is here. Somewhere out in the world. I would suggest going North." Louis saw the image she projected. It was of New Jersey. A small place in it.... Hillsborough, New Jersey.(introducing Mael tomorrow...  )
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Post by alldrenched on Aug 12, 2009 0:33:59 GMT
Charles sat up all day, drinking his coffee with Pierce. Ryan and Bea told him he ought to sleep, upstairs in Stella's bedroom like Susan was now. Susan had fallen asleep sobbing in his arms, and now whose arms could he sleep in?
Ryan was being so analytical about all of this that Charles wanted to hit him. But he couldn't, Ryan looked worn himself, stitching together a proper reality out of the half truths he talked himself into believing.Charles stared off. Michael wasn't talking, but he knew something, and Pieter, the Talamascan that the family trusted, the young Aaron as it were, was sick Bea said, he went back to the hospital after sneaking out and he had slept from then on, all day.
Charles couldn't think straight, if he could he would have been back at Mayfair Medical, he would have been quizzing Pieter and Michael and Mary Jane. Mary Jane would so become the Designee, if all thought it was proper, it seemed. She had to be taught more though because she had no manners at all. It was sickening to Charles that his daughter's body hadn't even been found and they were already preparing for a new heiress. The witch is dead, long live the witch.
Stella woke before the sun was totally set. Someone had been near her, talking to her and then music had started. Her hand was wrapped around nothing stuck and straight out into the air, like she had grabbed at something by instinct. She was startled as she sat up in bed and looked around, she felt a chill of fear run through her. What had she to fear now? Wasn't she now the thing to fear?
Something came to her mind as she stared at the curtains that wrapped around the bed, a prayer almost. My body, my blood.
She reached for her emerald by instinct but it was gone. She opened the curtains with a fast sweep of her arm, tearing through them. She turned on the lights with a thought and started digging through her sheets.
It was gone, not under the pillows or on the bedside table. She wrecked the sheets and crawled under all the furniture. Stella sighed, confused, then turned to the window. The fabric was moved, the ties were loose now, and the curtains seemed to be fluttering a bit. She pushed open the curtains, blinking as the still bright twilight air washed over her face.
There in the lawn under the opened window was the emerald, resting like a cheap toy in the grass. Stella stared at it as she picked it up, baffled.
She turned it and checked the clasp, it was unbroken. She slipped it back on her neck slowly before turning the door knob and making her way up the stairs and into the living room.
Pieter stared at the notes he and Sterling had made the day before as he waited to sign out of the hospital room. He sat in the waiting room running his bright green marker over the things that matched, or seemed significant. Jealousy, this was written over and over, jealousy of the Mayfairs, of the flesh, of the blood. Danger, this too came, but nothing made any real sense. Julien had said he would forget so much of it. Julien had said to talk to Michael..
"Sir? Mr. Bruguière," the nurse said.
He looked at her over his notepads then he stood up when he was sure she was calling him.
"Just sign here Sir and you are free," she joked, with a sweet smile.
"Thank you," he said, taking the clipboard and grabbing the pen that was tied to it. He coated the pages in his signature and initials, next to the red x's that she had marked for him. He handed it back and took the light pink carbon copy. He shoved the receipt in his pocket, so that he could scan it and email it back to the Talamasca, then he made his way down the hall and elevator to his idling towncar.
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Post by boo radley on Aug 12, 2009 22:10:49 GMT
(Okay, JBL here's a note: alldrenched and I were talking, and we're thinking of adding in a different Talamascan to betray Lestat instead of Jacqueline. If alldrenched is all right with it, I'd love to play the Talamascan  up to you, because as of now, nothing has happened yet.) (Nevermind, you know about it )
Louis stood in the shadows for a couple of moments. "Stella," he said. "Stella, I have to go. Someone is here..." he didn't say much, thoughts evasive, telling her that Mael was North. But he would not think much more on it. "There are too many questions, too many things happening. I don't know what to think. Take care of Jacqueline. She's like a child to us, innocent as she is a human." Louis paused for a second, daring to say the words he was too afraid to speak of earlier. Hesitation. Then, "I love you, my dearest." |
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Post by alldrenched on Aug 12, 2009 23:09:57 GMT
Stella had felt Louis as she entered, she was surprised he was out so early, but she had been engrossed in the necklace for longer than she had thought.
"I love you too, Louis, but I cannot protect her, I will not be here long." The girl was a Talamascan, most vampires would not harm her because of that, rogues because they feared being known by other Talamascans, and that the elder vampires would take vengeance, and older vampires because they respected the organisation, despite the intrusion.
Stella was staying only to speak with Mona, and perhaps Gabrielle before she took to the air, something many of them might have already done.
"But,what does Mael know of this?" she asked softly.
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Post by boo radley on Aug 12, 2009 23:11:59 GMT
Louis frowned. "I do not know." The thing that he worried about most, though, was the fact that there were some vampires who did not give a care. Gabrielle, for one. Lestat, perhaps. Louis doubted it. "That is why I am going to him. Something he has told Gabrielle has deeply shaken her. I hope to God that it is simply a mother's overreacting." Louis smiled.
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Post by alldrenched on Aug 12, 2009 23:22:55 GMT
Stella nodded, Gabrielle had said Lestat was in grave danger. Most of the danger Lestat was in was self-created, he was his own undoing, and yet he had made it through heaven and hell, if you can believe such things. Stella stared off, she didn't fear for Lestat, she wasn't even thinking about how she ought to be afraid of him, for surely he would take vengeance on her when she did what she had planned to do.
"David will protect Jacqueline." She was trying to think of a way that she could get what she wanted. "If Jacqueline is not a fool she will be fine." She smiled a little, a fool meaning attacking someone Gabrielle or Lestat loved, which was just what Stella planned to do.
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up to you, because as of now, nothing has happened yet.)