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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 11, 2009 0:09:57 GMT
Lestat caught her, and picked her up with light hands, holding humans to him was like holding a newborn, one wrong move and their lives could be gone for forever. With Rowan he was careful, he walked through the hall and turned into the room he had had made for her, a elegant four-poster stood in the center, it had intricate rose carvings up the poles and a solid white canopy with a white comforter fit for the humidity of New Orleans a rosewood dresser set completed it, Lestat had picked out the furniture with her in min.Someone had left the window open onto the street for fresh air, and lit a lamp in the corner to ward off the shadows.
He laid her on the pillows, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. It was getting light outside, he was older, he could handle a few more hours. "Bien Noit,chere." he said, smiling at her, "You need to sleep," he told her, he knew she wouldn't want to, but he had to try.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 11, 2009 0:46:27 GMT
"Who?" Vittoro. I had never heard of such a fellow. He would come with us. If I would not force him, then Stella would bring him. Shall we? I released Jacqueline, gently, and kissed her forehead. "Pardonnez-moi, ma cherie."
"C'est bien," I responded in my own native language. "Vittoro?" I had only ever heard of him. Read about him here and there. His story was still unknown to me. I saw Stella smile. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?" What is this?
I muttered to Jacqueline quietly. "We don't want Stella standing outside alone with a vampire. Shall we bring him with us?"
I raised my hands up. It was not up to me, but up to Stella.
"Agreed," I muttered back to her thoughts. "Stella will decide." He seemed harmless enough. "I trust you got that foolish thought out of your head, did you?"
Which one, about the vampires? You could only wish, Louis. Yes, perhaps. Perhaps not. I know nothing right now. Only that it would be a last resort. I shrugged, sighing as I did.
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 11, 2009 1:18:27 GMT
(Who wants to play Vittorio? I have a lot of people already so I don't want to take him without offering)
Stella looked to them, she didn't know how or why she was the one to decide, but she had already, he would come with them. She smiled to him again and turned, making a small gesture for him to come and follow along with them. She caught Louis hand as the turned, and then grabbed Vittorio's hand, as though it was the most normal thing to do. She was pulling him along as Jacqueline led the way. Though it was impulsive it was also clever, now he was no longer able to trail behind them and he had to be next to them, and she knew he feared her.
She had read of how he was an innocent (even if he would never believe it,) a vampire who saw angels, a vampire who could see the soul of living humans as well as dead. Also she felt his isolation, Ursula had gone into the sun, she knew this, and he had never been a friend of any other vampire.
Rowan sunk into the bed, the top feather mattress fluffing up around her. For the first time in two days she felt the sleepiness she had been ignoring, her body was aching, and had been for some time she realised now. The cotton sheets felt like sturdy silk around her, she kicked her heels off and slipped out of her silk suit jacket. Softly classical music was pouring through the speakers which were built into the old walls. The posts of the bed glistened from their frequent oiling and the canopy above her was a stark white which she loved.
She caught him as he started to stand up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, her lips pressing lightly against his, the stolen blood preventing them from chilling her.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 11, 2009 1:22:55 GMT
(Okay I'll play Vittorio haha sorry for the misprint up there  I'll post as him and give a bio tomorrow) She took my hand and pulled me with the other two whom I did not recognize. One of them, I could tell he was a vampire. That was a given. "Pardon me," I said quietly. "Where to?" Did I dare to trust this trio? My mind was ablaze.I supposed at that moment that this "Vittorio" would be coming with us. My mind clenched instinctively and I watched Stella take his hand. If she dared to do as much, he was likely all right. |
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 11, 2009 1:43:04 GMT
Stella felt the cold hands in hers, it was surreal, her head was swimming, the darvocet was wearing off. She always took too many liberties with vampires, with everyone, but she looked young and soft, and this seemed to have prevented any violence. She didn't even know where they were heading, but as Jacqueline stayed silent so did she. The heady perfume of gardenias swirled in the moist wind around them.
She didn't know what was happening, what was causing Louis, Jacqueline, Vittorio and herself to be pulled together, was it just Lestat? What need did Vittorio have for Lestat or Louis? Perhaps he just needed vampires now, any vampires, but perhaps particularly these, the one who went to hell and came out and her Louis, who lived in his own hell always, the one who had for so long wished to see the dead as Vittorio could. She hurt thinking off it.
She sensed Vittorio's apprehension and opened her mind, concealing nothing, though it was painful.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 11, 2009 20:33:51 GMT
Suddenly, as if a radio were slowly being turned on, Stella's thoughts emerged, clouding my mind. I walked with the others in a daze, listening to her thoughts. Her revealing this Louis, the vampire, and her new acquaintance, Jacqueline, whom she did not trust, but Louis seemed to, so she followed.
Was this all the work of Lestat? her thoughts asked. Something that would draw us to him. Yes, perhaps. They were all interwoven with Lestat some way, we all were.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 11, 2009 22:36:34 GMT
Lestat was caught off guard with her embrace. He simply held her back, careful not to embrace too roughly, for fear of shattering her. He kissed her back softly, taking in her scent through her mouth, her lips were so soft, so...mortal, it was almost a shock to him, but then again, so much entertained or surprised him in this body, funny, he though kissing a witch would be different, he thought he'd be struck down even in the motion, apparently not so.
He pulled back, "Sleep," he said, smiling at her, he moved to the balcony, watching New Orleans during the first dark hours of light, he was different from most vampires, he could handle theses times, thanks to Akasha and Magnus's blood that coursed through his veins, two of the oldest vampires, his maker and the Queen of the Damned. He wondered where Louis was tonight.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 12, 2009 0:20:18 GMT
I wondered where Lestat would be. What he would be doing. Perhaps.... perhaps we would see him. Now we stood at the seventh floor of le Grand Apartements of New Orleans. Jacqueline's apartment in particular was number 47. I stood by the window, hearing Jacqueline pace and listen to Vittorio's thoughts as he observed the room. Lestat...
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 12, 2009 4:07:35 GMT
Stella sipped a glass of water slowly, peering out from the modern cement and glass balcony, the sun was coming, she could feel it from the minds of Louis and Vittorio. Rowan, she called out with her mind, Rowan, she thought again. She got back something that surprised her, a dream, but where it was from, and whose it was she wasn't sure.
"If we see this through, if you don't back off from what I do, if I don't shut you-" Rowan's voice and chilling gray eyes.
"Yes," Michael said.
"Then nothing will ever come between us. Nobody ever will." Rowan said. She started to kiss him.
Michael woke with a start in the giant leather reclining chair. Inlaid mahogany and small led lights along the aisle. All the lights were dim. He twisted in his seat and glanced up, on a large television screen in front of him there was a small dot of a plane, slowly following a dotted line. Flight time:5 hours 4 minutes and 48 seconds, it read in the corner. He looked around, Charles, Stella's father, sat silently in the back, staring at a book but not turning the pages or moving his eyes. Michael glanced at the table next to the arm of his chair, an address was scrawled there, and next to it a list. 1:26 AM, Stella seen by guard leaving through her bedroom window with pale, dark haired, green eyed man. Next to it was another sheet of paper, 11:48 pm, May 14th, Rowan seen leaving First Street with pale, blue eyed man, with long blond hair, Michael Curry found in swimming pool, announced DOA at Mayfair Medical, revived at 12:05. Michael looked away, Pierce and Ryan were in the back, Ryan was watching the news and Pierce was asleep. Michael turned, dropped his chair flat, and attempted to go back to sleep, pushing the dream out of his mind.
Pieter sat in a coffee shop in a large private airport outside of London. He sipped his coffee and looked at the files. It was like the casualty count of a war, so many women in the Mayfair family killed by Lasher, and now Mona was gone with a pale skinned lover, and Rowan, now Stella as well? He hated this. He took a deep gulp of his coffee, it was dark like espresso and scalded him perfectly as it flowed into him. He glanced up at the hangers outside and the trucks topped with stairways and printed in large company names that scurried about. 3 more hours and they should be here, he turned back to his papers.
Rowan slept fitfully despite her exhaustion, when she woke she saw Lestat was no longer in her room. She stood up, slipping slowly onto the floor and walked to the balcony, her feet sinking into the rich, thick oriental rug. She opened the door and stepped out on the cement balcony with it's ornate statuettes, two angels swung out from the wall on both sides of the doors, supporting the balcony above. A hanging basket swung in the breeze as she tapped a pack of cigarettes on the palm of her hand, and slipped one out. She lit it and sucked in the deep sweet, smoky flavour. When the cigarette finally sputtered, burning the filter lightly she pressed it out in a small glass dish. She returned to her room, slipping off the suit skirt she fell asleep in and pushing the covers she had slept on top off down, sliding under them.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 12, 2009 4:26:54 GMT
The sun was coming indeed. Lestat gave me his blood. Twice, now.
This was too much. I realized that however much I stayed away from Lestat, I would always end up returning to him, missing him too much. Knowing that life without him, as he once said, was unbearable. I turned to Vittorio, Stella, and Jacqueline. "We have much to do, if we all are in search of Lestat. You are in search of Lestat, non?" I asked Vittorio.
My mind was blocked to this new one. Louis. I had heard of him, so much, so well known, because of Lestat. "Perhaps. Perhaps not." I said nothing else. "Although he is what brought us all together. That much I am certain of." I smelled the burn of the sun that would be rising soon. "Dawn is coming. Are there no coffins, no accomodations?"
They looked at me. "Louis doesn't need any," I said. "I did not know you would be coming, as well." I thought for a moment. "The base floor." The basement of the apartment. "There was a room that was unopened. No one went in there. The superstitious goats here believed that the room was haunted. I knew better - I knew that the howls of pain that they had heard at that time, why, it had to have been the turning of a vampire. It was, actually. The vampire in question was torn apart nights later in the same room.
I heard her thoughts and nodded. "Will you take me to it when I ask you?" None of the others would know where it was. My glass eyes met Louis's. He was in pain.
"Oui." I looked at Stella. I had been up the entire night. Coffee was the only thing I could thank for that. "Stella," I said for a moment. "I do not know if you trust me or not." I was sure she wasn't in the mood for this but I had to get it out before anything else went on. "But Louis does, as does, I'm sure, Vittorio. I will not break any trust I might earn. If you do not trust in me, have faith in that." I looked down quietly at my hands. I felt Louis's pain from next to me. Then, the unexpected. I felt his pain as though it were my own pain. Instead of hearing his thoughts, as one might usually expect, I felt his thoughts. I was taken aback. I felt Stella's worry. I felt Vittorio's doubt. I heaved in a sigh and released. It was too much to take in.
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I'll post as him and give a bio tomorrow)