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Post by alldrenched on Jun 4, 2009 6:34:10 GMT
"I don't think so either," she said, smirking over at the extra iron apron hanging on a rack on the wall."X-ray" she said pointing to that machine,"CAT Scan" she said pointing to another,"Ultrasound," she moved her finger to indicate yet another machine,"And MRI," she said finally, pointing at the largest machine, one that was at the very back of the room. The other machine in the room was next to the chair with padded arms and a small removable padded desk. It kept the blood cool and broke the platelets from the plasma. She worried that if his blood was cooled it would harden, or do something else inexplicable. She wasn't sure though, and she wasn't even sure how she would take his blood, though she reasoned that if she used the needles with the pop on vacuum tubes she could take the blood even in the needle broke soon after. She gestured for him to lay down on the metal bed and as she began twisting a large light and X ray arm around.
She felt comfortable adjusting it, the precise movements, the cold metal in her hands, it made her think of medical school, of the day she realised she would do this forever. Forever she had thought then, before the whirlwind that was the Mayfair Legacy swept her into a family and a life that she had never known. But this cold metal, clicking this mechanical arm in place slowly, feeling each centimeter, each tiny movement, she was a machine herself; her hands, the ones that had been in a hundred skulls were working in synchronicity with metal again. She sunk into thoughts of her old house, the modern house on the sea, with its large glass panes, that beautiful house that swayed with the sea's swells. She thought of the ship too, the ship she would sail in circles through the fog coated bay, and the wonderful loneliness she felt when she finally set it on auto-drive and slept, coffee mug still in hand.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 4, 2009 14:59:38 GMT
I refused to let go of the embrace, but I had to. "Stella, you must come with me. We must leave. Together." Perhaps we would discover ourselves in the process, as I had failed to do previously. Just maybe. I stroked her hair. "We must go to downtown New Orleans." Lestat would surely be there.
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 4, 2009 20:34:38 GMT
"Downtown?" Stella slipped her arms from him slowly. She couldn't think of what would be of any use to them downtown, her head was foggy from the painkillers she had swallowed earlier and this meeting, one so unlike the other moments she had spent with Louis. Before she had a chance to think it through her cellphone began ringing. Appasionata was her tone, she knew it instantly and grabbed it instinctively. She looked at the glowing screen,the name in digital letters, "Pieter Bruguière, Superior General." She almost laughed, only the Talamasca would be obtuse enough to add Superior General to his name on caller id. She flipped it open before she knew what she was doing, but left it at her hip, not able to bring it to her ear and hear Pieter's voice again. She could almost smell the leather again, and the hardwoods, always oiled, and the library book scent that seemed to hang in the vault. Just seeing his name she could feel her bed sheets around her while she stared up at the wood paneled walls of her room. They were covered in paintings she had brought up from the vault, Marius's work. She wondered if her room was still like that, it probably was, they always leave it like that, David's room was empty for a year. She was sinking again, into memories, and she wouldn't do that. She was more clear headed now than she had been in a month, despite the darvocet and wine that filled her.
She came back to life quickly as the phone started to vibrate in her hand, the ring filling the silent room again. She clicked a button and silenced it, then look up at Louis. "Are they here?" she asked quietly, almost hoping they weren't.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 4, 2009 22:28:01 GMT
"Yes," I say quietly. "We must go downtown. There's no time to pack. Take your purse and let's go." I thought for a moment about Michael in the next room. "Call him once we are downtown New Orleans. I know a place, it is called 'Mother LeRon's Kitchen.' You will be safe, and they'll have nothing to do with him, so he will be fine." I knew she understood who I was talking about.
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 4, 2009 22:40:50 GMT
She smiled, they are here,and I had been so ready to go running after them. She grabbed a small,square Louis Vuitton bag from her closet, the one that is always packed, the only bag other than a purse that she carried anywhere. It holds everything she needed, no clothing, but she always just bought clothing wherever she landed. She grabbed her purse too, throwing the still vibrating phone into it. They will do nothing to him, when Louis had said that she was thinking only of packing, but now the thought came to her, she had never worried that Lestat would do anything rash and harm Michael, but now she felt foolish, for surely Louis knew better.
Having quickly gathered everything she looked to Louis,"The Romeo is out front," she said, though she wasn't sure if Louis had other transportation in mind already. She knew from what she had read that he couldn't will himself into the air like others, but maybe that had changed.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 4, 2009 23:19:00 GMT
I nodded. I also knew that Lestat would barge in through the front doors, if he were there. And if he saw us... well, perhaps I could make a clean getaway with Stella. But I didn't count on it. "I don't think the front is the best way out."
I finished my soup but I wasn't ready to leave Mother LeRon's Kitchen yet. I wanted to stay, to sit, finish taking notes, reading the things I had recently acquired regarding Lestat. Avoiding the eyes of the curious vampiric people was difficult, but I managed to watch them without much disturbance from their sides.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 5, 2009 1:24:27 GMT
Lestat had beared through all the tests alive, after a few tries with the needles, they'd ended up forcing it to get suck through a tube, which had felt unusual, but other than that no torture. He stood up, putting his shirt back on, fastening the cuffs, "Well, that was bearable," he smiled, he felt a bit weakened from all the blood loss, all he needed was a good feeding. He resisted looking at he throat, he knew if he did he'd loose control. " I need to feed," he said sighing, he looked up, pausing mid-button, "So, chere ,since your so interested in my rippling pectorals, want to see how I feed?" he'd never had a human watch him, this was an experiment on his own, "I've never had a mortal watch me before, I want to test it," he placed his hands on her shoulders, pressing his forehead to hers, his blue eyes staring her down.
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 5, 2009 1:50:39 GMT
Rowan smiled, slipping the vials of his blood into her bag. "Experiment of your own?" She wondered if he thought she would be shocked, or maybe if that is what he secretly hoped for in the end. She felt his cold skin against her, it was colder still, if that was possible, she could almost feel his veins crying out to be filled again, she pulled back a bit, as if for an instance she saw the beast in him, the hungry spirit that filled him, crying out for blood without reason. "Yes, I think I would like to watch," death didn't scare her, she had seen it often, she had seen the human body ripped apart on a table, she wasn't squeamish. She wanted to see it, to see the lights turn out, to see what it was to watch with her witch eyes as a spirit left the body, as the strength flowed out of the person into Lestat. And if it horrified her when she watched it, so be it, she needed to know Lestat, and she would learn soon enough if it did. She slipped her sunglasses back on and hurried with Lestat in toe through the halls. A nurse saw them and knew Rowan too well to miss her,"MISS MAYFAIR! MISS MAYFAIR! ROOOOWAN!" She called as they rushed past. Damn it, foolish, should have found some window and lept out, let Lestat take us down, but she hated that, she didn't like to fly, it was so cold, so removed from anything she knew. It scared her, though she was loath to admit that.
Stella felt with all her strength, opening her mind up to the whirlwind of voices, Beatrice sleeping, dreaming of Aaron, oh this pained her, Michael sleeping, dreaming of his childhood, and then it spread, Louis was closed but others came, neighbors then passing cars. Rowan, she silently called, but not to Rowan herself, to her own mind, she felt nothing, and then it came "MISS MAYFAIR, MISS MAYFAIR!" faint but it came, with a picture, Rowan and a man, ohh Lestat, rushing through the halls in Mayfair Medical. She was glad to feel it, Louis words had frightened her suddenly and this made her comfortable, she wouldn't leave if she believed Lestat would barge in with Michael still so sick.
"Okay," she finally responded to Louis,"Out the window then," she slung her bag and purse around her and stepped out first, onto a magnolia branch that reached out to catch her, she clung to it, unsteady at first. I feel fourteen, she thought, climbing carefully in between the boughs of the magnolia, it reminded her of sneaking out. She finally dropped to her feet in the backyard.
A guard stood nearby. Stella winked at him like climbing out of your window with a strange pale man was the most normal thing to do in the middle of the night.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 5, 2009 2:38:12 GMT
Lestat saw the nurse, he picked Rowan up and took off down the hall, fast enough to escape the nurse and get them out of the hospital and to the streets below. He'd never done that with someone in tow, and hadn't thought of the effect it would have on her. He set her down, "My apologies" he said, " I did not think of how you would react to it.." he led her off down an alley way, he toned in to the city, searching over for some unfortunate waif, some screamed out to him, other's he had to dig deeper, the murderers, the scourge of the city that came out during natural disasters like Katrina and caused chaos, that was what he fed on, New Orleans dark side was his feast. He found one, mid-forties, gotten away with murder and was still doing so, the cops hadn't caught him yet, oh yes, he would do nicely, the murderers always tasted the best.
He led her down another alley, coming up in the French Quarter, he hopped the back wall, setting on top and helping her over. A small dim light lit in a broken down flat, he was in there, murderous fiend that the man was, Death calls, he thought, he pushed the door open to dilapidated stairs, watch your step, mon cherie he told Rowan, he could smell the mans blood already, mixed with the stench of cheap wine and sweat. He hid in the shadows, pulling Rowan back into them with him, he pushed the door open on the man ,sitting in a lounge chair, two bottles of the cheap wine emptied on the table, the man in a stupor, Lestat came up behind the chair, examining his prey, oh such a wonderous creature he was! He could see the mans blood course through his veins, the one thing he needed to survive, the one thing the predator who stood behind him needed as well. The Brat Prince licked his lips, extending the fangs, he bent over, plucking the man from his seat, he cradled his head in his long fingers, with one wrong move he could crush this man's skull right then and there. The man started struggling,
"Shh." Lestat whispered, it came out deathly, the single utterance reeking of the predator that was within, "Why struggle so, it shall all be mover in a moment, mon ami" he tilted the man's head to the side, revealing his sticky sweat covered neck, ah the southern humidity, how you tortured mortals so. He embraced the man ,the two needle like fangs sinking into his neck, Lestat drank, sending the man visions of calmness, while he saw the murders, how he had killed each one of them, feeling his thrill and adrinaline as the knives pierced the skin, the right Jack the Ripper this one had been, he pierced again, a fresh flow of blood filled his lips, Lestat resisted a groan of pleasure, the blood flowed like a crimson river, he could feel the flush in his cheeks, he listened to the mans heart beat slow to a soft beat, he quit before it ticked down to stillness. He laid the body out in his chair, sighing with contentment, he muttered something in French, then closed the mans hazel eyes.
He turned to Rowan, straightening his jacket from where the man had been against him, his face was blushed from the feeding, holding the color, "Well?" he said calmly.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 5, 2009 2:42:14 GMT
I winked, jumped out the window, grabbed Stella, and held her over my shoulder. "Hold on." We ran.
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