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Post by alldrenched on Jun 7, 2009 3:06:29 GMT
A girl after my own heart, Stella thought, but stayed silent. Her phone was ringing again, it was being covered up by people talking around them. She slipped it out of her bag just enough to see the number or name.
MAYFAIR & MAYFAIR, the large digital letters glowed back at her.
How do I excused myself from this, Stella wondered. The phone rang again. Dad, or Ryan, or Pierce?
"Excuse me," She mumbled, standing up and moving to a corner near the door and the bar. She flipped it open.
"Stella??" her father's voice came, unmistakably out of the tiny speaker,"Hello?"
"Hey, what's up?" she said, sounding as casual as she could. She looked over and noticed she was being watched intently by the man at the bar, the vampire.
"Sorry to call you so late dear, did I wake you?"
"Umm, no, no you know me." she trailed of then focused again,"why are you up so late?"
"Someone spotted Rowan."
Stella didn't even feign surprise,in fact she didn't respond at all, letting her father continue
"She was in Mayfair Medical, a nurse saw her, but she fled. She is on the surveillance tapes." her father paused," with a blond man."
Her father, ever his father's son, hadn't been able to say the name Lasher, even when Stella was dying in the hospital because of him, and now, he could not say Lestat's name.
"Lestat," Stella said. The day that she had first told them she had seemed like a raving lunatic. She remembered how they stared, how Pierce had looked at her, throwing the novel on the table, like it was evidence of her insanity.
Her father continued as if he didn't hear the name,"And someone has ordered for the San Francisco property to be refurbished and cleaned."
"Don't do anything, pay to have it done, don't even write anything down about it, if you already have, destroy it. It must seem like we never knew, like you thought I ordered the refurbishment." Stella felt odd, she preferred to discuss Legacy issues with Ryan or Pierce. She felt like she was ordering her father around. "Okay Daddy?" Stella turned and saw four people had entered from the back room. They were staring at her too. She knew she was safe, she knew the rules of a vampire club, but she felt nervous instinctively. "Umm, Dad, I have to go. Can I call you back later? Love you."
"Okay Stel, I love you too." her father's voice fuzzed out quietly into the room as she pulled the phone away from her face and started to close it.
She turned, trying not to seem rushed as she walked back to the table,"Sorry about that," she mumbled as she slipped back into the booth.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 7, 2009 3:09:23 GMT
I overheard the girl say "Lestat." As she spoke with her father, Louis and I spoke with each other. It was exhilarating - I felt my breath jump every time I looked into his gorgeous vampire face.
"So, when did you begin this... interest?" I ask, a little jealous, but barely.
"As a child," I said freely.
"And you are fine with telling me these things?"
"You are Louis, who knows Lestat more than you?"
The girl comes back.
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 7, 2009 7:12:48 GMT
Stella looked to the beautiful Talamascan. Crazed, her eyes had the same glint Stella had seen in her own eyes, when she had first seen the journals in the vault, in London. At the time Stella had remembered seeing Louis, that first time when she as no more than fourteen. It was all adding up for her and she was mad with it, enraptured like she would never be again. The only time she had been similarly consumed was with her own file, egotism, she had loved seeing it, the Mayfair history in the scrawls of a million Talamascans, some her ancestors. But Lasher had put an end to her lust for all thing preternatural, she was still obsessive, but more weary than she had been in those first years. In those first years it was wild and fun, and she supposed for many it stayed that way forever. Now it was an addiction, something necessary to go on with everyday life it seemed.
She would be known by them and have them known by her.
She caught a glimpse of herself in a mirrored wall behind the bar. Little rich girl lost, she still appeared, even at her age, she looked 16 maybe, though she supposed her eyes could hide nothing
Stella looked down at a menu that had been left while she was on the phone.
"I know where they are going." She said flatly.
Rowan moved to touch Lestat, the only way she knew to reassure him. She was not horrified of him, how could she be, this experience had only deepened her interest in him, if not her love for him.
Yes warm, she thought as she let her fingers graze his skin, running along his arm. Then she melted into him, her hard features softening. She ran her hand along his jawline, fingers trailing. Smooth and hard, he would never have that rough stumble like Michael, the stubble that would rub against her when they made love.
Michael had been something rugged, something wild. Human, and masculine, that had been Michael to a T. She was thinking of Michael in past tense now, his wintery smell, his aftershave. But no guilt came with it, regret maybe, of how she left, but no guilt.
Lestat was a beautiful statue, every bit as masculine, every bit as wild, and he was what fit her. She would never be what Michael needed, she would always have too much run away in her, she was damaged perfectly for this fiend, this wonderful brat prince.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 7, 2009 13:42:50 GMT
ooc: meh sorry I went MIA, I got a bit of writers block without meaning to I guess over exhilerating with Lestat. haha I read a bit of Blood Canticle to get him back.
Lestat hadn't said anything, feeling something he'd never felt before, ashamed. He'd known showing Rowan what he could do had been a mistake, but his impulsiveness had pushed him onward, as it always did in things. He looked at her when she touched him, the warmness of her palm against his skin, he grabbed her wrist when she grazed his jawline, pulling her fingers to his mouth and kissing each of them, his eyes never leaving her features, he put her hand down and touched her cheek with his own hand, lifting her face up to his.
He knew he could never pleasure her sexually, he hadn't been able to do that since the bout with the Body Thief. That was the only flaw with a human/vampire relationship, he'd seen it million times before in life and in stories. The predator inside him was begging to turn her into one of them, he leane into her ear and whispered "May I ask you something cherie?" he said in a whisper soft enough for her witches ears to hear.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 7, 2009 21:00:34 GMT
"You do?" I ask her quizzically. It was too easy, that a stranger would suddenly appear here and tell me that Lestat was near, or that they even knew where he was. I was already reeling with excitement, unable to cope with myself, but suddenly I grew wary. "You are sure?"
I had yet to ask questions of the girl. Instead of invading her mind, I'd ask her out loud. "Cherie, what is your name?"]
"Oh, how rude of me," I said with a small smirk and my heart pounding with excitement. Louis was here. Louis had called me "dear." Louis, who was Lestat's beloved. Louis, the one who would take me close to Lestat. Maybe. "Je m'appelle Jacqueline de Lesseps." I turned back to Stella. "Stella, right? Where are they? And who are they, who is Lestat with?" I had to know. If he was with another love... well, I wouldn't know what to say but perhaps I could at least tell him about my passion for him. That is who I am. Passion.
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 8, 2009 1:24:24 GMT
"Of course," she said with a slight nod of her head. Rowan looked up at him, her cold gray eyes burning into his too smooth face. A few ashen strands of hair obscured her view as she stared at him. Had it been anyone else she would have glanced away, the awkwardness of the stare would make her, but his eyes burned just as directly and without end, into her.
Stella thought slowly about revealing anything at all. She had been foolish to say anything she felt now, but under Louis' gaze she had let it slip. She pushed at her menu then looked up again. "San Francisco," her voice seemed hoarse even to her, she coughed lightly,"or just outside." She was reticent to say Rowan's name, Stella had yet to do PR for the Mayfairs, but Rowan had been on camera as soon as she had recovered. She talked about Mayfair Medical without end on local talk shows and news channels.
She took a deep breath,"He is with my cousin," was all she said. She looked out the window, the drunken tourists that normal roamed these streets were no longer there, it must have been late, past four in the morning she figured.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 8, 2009 15:04:08 GMT
I held my head. "He didn't follow us here, then," I said. Damnit. I was so close. I didn't want him harming us but I wanted to find him at the same time.
I sensed a bit of urgency in his voice. "Louis," I said. "You want to find him too? And Stella?" I didn't know what she wanted but there were two of us in the search of Lestat and that meant so much.
"Oui, darling," I said. "I want to find him." The girl's brown eyes glimmered as if there were a rainbow of possibility behind them. I read her mind. My mind tires of him, sometimes. Of finding Lestat. Is it ever possible? Will it ever be possible? "It can't be," I said back. "He will find you." He likely would, she was a Talamascan. Lestat always found the Talamascans. Like he found David with me in London, and had him create a file-folder just for him. "You are a Talamascan," I repeated, this time out loud.
"I don't want to be," I said. "I want to work alone."
"They found you, didn't they?" I gritted my teeth. I looked at Stella. I talked to her through my mind. Stella... they did that to you, didn't they? I knew they would.
"Sadly. As I said," I muttered. "I don't mind it, I have more resources. Just... when they..." when they take me out of doing the work that I want to do to send me along something to do with, I dunno, witches....
Witches. Lestat. Wait a minute... there was Rowan Mayfair, wasn't there? She knew Lestat. I did not know the extent of how much. But she knew him. And this girl... Stella. Her angular features reminded me of Rowan. Too much of Rowan. "I recognize you, now," I said. "You're the one who stuffed these notes in my bag when I was in Rome." And so she was.
Stella Mayfair.
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 8, 2009 20:45:45 GMT
Stella remembered it without warning, Lasher over her, that sickeningly sweet scent, his elastic skin, like a baby's, his strength as he held her down. She shook it off, but she couldn't, she was shrinking back into herself instinctively. Pierce and her father finding her and screaming, her own blood all over everything, First Street seemed soaked in it. And then their blood, her brothers, the Talamascans that betrayed her, their blood on her hands as she raged at them. This came with the name Talamasca now, and with Louis silent words, though she felt that was not what he meant at all, it came.
Rome and Florence, fun and play with the Talamasca seemed far away, but yes, it must have been Stella, or Pieter. "Yeah,probably," was all Stella could say. While the girl was distracted Stella could feel her think of Rowan. She noticed the twinkle of recognition in the girl's eyes. She started to play with the emerald at her neck.
"Rowan is having her old properties in San Francisco refurbished."
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Post by boo radley on Jun 8, 2009 22:40:33 GMT
"Mm," I say. "You both don't have anywhere to stay, perhaps, do you?" I said in my head, knowing they both could hear me. You are welcome at my apartment. There are two spare rooms. It is quite large. Then I realized that Louis did not sleep in rooms. "At least you would have somewhere to return to."
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 8, 2009 22:52:15 GMT
"Would you...." Lestat started, he stared back into her grey eyes with his blue, that eerie blue that shocked most mortal's, but no, not her, not his Rowan, he paused before asking her, if he had had a concience it would be screaming at him to stop, "be willing.." he was taking awhile to get it out, he knew what he wanted to ask her, had it been during the ages with Louis he would have just taken her here and now, not consenting to what she wanted, "to be with me....forever" he'd fought with asking her that for awhile, pacing his flat and talking to himself until David walked out and started wandering the city when he got that way, and Mona told him to just do it from her little computer in her room. He'd driven all that he lived with mad with his constant dribble over Rowan and changing her.
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