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Post by boo radley on Jun 9, 2009 17:01:11 GMT
"I'm sorry," I said. I saw her flip out. "I'll tell you when we're in a safer place." Now wasn't safe at all. We were in a vampire tavern, what did she expect? There were other curious eyes. "It's nearly dawn. We ought to go."
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 9, 2009 17:24:36 GMT
Stella was taken aback, she sat still staring off, hating that anything about her was readable. Stella never worried about vampires, other than those she loved. Her terrible trick worked on them too, well, most of them. Stella dropped a crumpled fifty on the table for the mortal waitress as she stood, her calves rubbing against the vinyl booth bench as she slipped out. She pressed her palm against and into the pale green silk of her dress, smoothing out a few of the wrinkles as she walked towards the now closed door. She pushed it open and ducked under and through the plastic strips. Outside a warm breeze blew a few curls into her eyes, she shook her head and turned into the wind to right them while she held the door open for Louis and Jacqueline.
The grass on the median was dewy already and the sky was a deep navy, paling slowly from it's midnight, velvety black.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 9, 2009 19:47:38 GMT
I smile at her and walk through the door.
"My dears," I said quietly. I knew Stella could read my mind but I spoke out loud, for this girl, Jacqueline, was naught but human. "Someone follows." Follows us.
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 10, 2009 2:44:38 GMT
Stella stopped at the end of the block at Louis' words. She turned, popping onto the heels of her shoes and twisting quickly. She narrowed her eyes as she saw the man slowly walking behind her. He was wearing a coat, despite the summer air that swept around them, and his collar was popped up. He had a a black fedora hat, he looked like a Talamascan, but he was a vampire, this she could tell instantly. He was stopped a few feet away, not even attempting to conceal the fact that he was following them.
The man's audacity made her smirk, but she didn't want to play games tonight, as much as she might any other day. She pushed her loose and mussed curls back, running her fingers through her hair and sweeping it to one side as she tilted her head. She stared at him and marched forward.
She glared, staring into his dilated pupils, she could sense his fear suddenly, and was almost taken aback by it.
"Who are you?" she said slowly and softly.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 10, 2009 15:04:04 GMT
I turned and faced him as well. He smirked at us. I smirked back. He bared his teeth at me. I mocked him.
"Cherie, you would do well not to annoy vampires," I said. "It isn't quite smart."
"I know," I muttered. I wanted the vampire to approach us. It sounded stupid, but I had my reasons. If he had killed a Talamascan for his attire, he would most certainly be having their other belongings on his person.
"Ah," I said, understanding her thoughts. "Stella, step back." I sensed his fear. "Stella." I shall take care of this myself, darling.
"Who are you?" I thundered. He would know I was a vampire now. There was no avoiding it.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 10, 2009 15:28:39 GMT
Lestat turned to a iron gate, he pressed a button and the gates swung open. If it had just been him he would have lept over the gate, any vampire could do it, he had the gate there to keep the mortals out, the ones who gathered with their drugs and their beer and had fun trashing peoples houses. He held it open for Rowan, letting her into his little garden. He had planned everything in that courtyard, even the burbling fountain in the middle with the cherub on top, spouting water out of it's persed little lips. The house was lit up like a christmas tree, clearly Mona and Quinn had forgotten to turn things off, he liked it better that way though. It gave it a warm feeling.
Out of the brush bounded Mojo, jumping on Lestat, his tail wagging like a demon monstrosity, he barked, then saw Rowan. The German Shepherd had seen her before, but still greeted her in the same way, sniffing her all over until Lestat scratched behind his ears and he became mush in his hands. Lestat laughed, flopping Mojo's ears over, "Go on you great brute" he said, sending the dog off back into the garden. He unlocked the locks with his mind, the door opening into his flat, "Coming cherie?" he asked Rowan.
((ooc: Thinking of bringing in Marius...yay or nay?)
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Post by boo radley on Jun 10, 2009 15:32:45 GMT
(yay yay. haha)
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 10, 2009 23:15:24 GMT
Stella slowly stepped back, she felt very little fear now, she would have demanded more, she would have moved even closer, but for Louis' sake she moved away from the man. She stared at this man, she knew him, maybe from files only, but she recognized him. It was growing too late, or early, to fight with this man, to run about trying to lose this man. A tumble of her curls was picked up by the wind as she tried desperately to recall. The street lamps were dimming and the sky was becoming a paler shade of deep blue. She looked to Louis, she knew that he despite all of his years was still very sensitive to the sun, they had another forty-five minutes, maybe, before he had to hide.
She squinted into the neon bar lights and stared at him, then it hit her, she knew just who he was.
Rowan watched as the hulking dog ran up to greet her, she let it sniff her slowly, his whiskers tickling her hand. The garden was awash in the yellow glow of lamps, the crape myrtles in the corners standing gnarled in their haunting way. The neatly trimmed Japanese maples and miniature magnolias seemed to be set in beautiful little cliques through the garden. Climbing roses wrapped a large oak tree to the right in the deep set front garden, and a beautiful old gray cobblestone walkway led to the front door. As she walked on in her heels clicked, but the sound was enveloped in the babbling of water. She loved the smell here, so light and floral, so much less abrasive then they sweetness of the city. The humidity was breaking in preparation for sunrise and tiny drops of water were speckling her as well as the plants.
As the door opened she stepped in, the warmth of the foyer shocking her. Beautiful marble tiles gave way to what seemed like acres of rich, shining hardwood floors. The cool blue-green light the garden seemed to give way instantly to the deep warm browns and the golden light of lamps. Books lay open on tables everywhere, a small laptop laid as if casually tossed there, on a blue velvet Louis the XIV chair. Everything in the house seemed picked out slowly and lovingly, antiques blending perfectly with the oversized TVs, which were hung on the walls as though they were art themselves. Miros hung next to Rembrandts and near that were small pieces of digital art that men sold on the streets outside.
The extraordinary beauty of it she was never used to, it had been the same with First Street. She turned to see Lestat, only here did his beauty seem to fit, only here was it perfectly acceptable, hell expectable. Despite the beauty, and his belief in the savage garden, he seemed unnatural, and he fit only in her eyes with these man made beauties, this exquisite furniture and these intricate paintings. She moved to touch him slowly, and as soon as she did she fell against him. His hair fell over her shoulder and she crushed herself against his hard body.
(you know it's a yay from me! ;D Also I am leaving who the vampire is open, but I was thinking Vittorio, because then she would know who he was from pictures but Louis hasn't met him. Everyone else I thought of I was like, damnit Louis already knows him and would recognize him. But it could be whoever)
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Post by boo radley on Jun 10, 2009 23:38:06 GMT
(I think Vittoro is perfect for this, because Louis doesn't know him, as you and I both noticed haha so its agreed)
"Who are you?" I asked again. He was beginning to drive me insane. Which was when I noticed Stella's spark of recognition. "You know him?"
The vampire cowered. He didn't like being known, that was obvious. I smirked at him. "Louis, you do not know him?" I thought Louis knew everyone. Er - mostly everyone. Anyone who would follow him.
"My darling, this is one I do not," I said. She was a human. Stella was a witch, she could fend for herself. I instinctively grabbed Jacqueline's shoulder and put my arms around her, protecting her. Stella, be careful, love.
This was an interesting twist. I only wished I could, too, be of some supernatural order, able to fend for myself. I suppose standing in Louis's protective embrace was all right but... a vampire was so much more. I realized then that that was what I wanted.
"No," I whispered, reading her thoughts. "It is not." Stella knew what I was talking about. She now stood next to me, her hand on my shoulder. Good. You are like my... I thought. If anything happened to her, it would be as if it were Claudia all over again. No. No. I shook Claudia out of my head. Stopped the blood-tears from coming out. You are like my daughter, I resumed. Stella, if anything happens to you, I will never forgive myself. She would have to understand. I loved her like no other. It was the human-vampire relationship that was forbidden and yet occurred anyway.
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 10, 2009 23:58:09 GMT
Stella picked up on Jacqueline's thoughts, foolish to want for that she thought immediately. Stella had found through time that her gifts were a curse, her family was haunted always, even now, even though Lasher was gone. Stella never knew what it was to be normal, she didn't know how average felt, how it was a curse as well.
When Louis sent his thought to her she broke from her thoughts and looked to him, she understood though she wished she didn't. The Mayfair's were falling apart, her obsession with vampires had grown partially, she knew, because she had a death wish. These thoughts were hidden, half from herself as she looked back to the vampire.
"Vittorio," she said quietly. Her thoughts were hidden now but she wanted him to know that she knew him. She smiled at him, he was by all accounts a vampire who would not kill once you spoke to him, similar to Louis,and one that never killed the innocent. From everything she had read she liked him. She became less tense as soon as she recognized him, there would be no battle here tonight.
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