Lestat sighed, seeing the heavy thought process in Beatrice's eyes. "I have a very old friend," he began slowly, his gaze dulling slightly as he recalled. "A charming, mysterious friend of mine that gained a bit of wisdom from a fellow vampire; we all must be three things: powerful, beautiful, and without regret. You're regretting right now, little one; you're regretting what I've done to you and the things you've done since then. I know it's hard to comprehend now, but you must try to not be that way. It will only hurt you more... but also remember this..." His gaze sharpened again now, catching her eye and holding it steadily. "Do not become apathetic, either. You musn't become one you regrets nothing, who feels nothing. Do you understand what I mean by all this?"
"At this point you should be thanking me for making you want you are," Lestat whispered, still happily toying with a strand of her hair. "Despite minor setbacks from your friends," he added.
Lestat smiled wider and Beatrice's reaction. "You must thank me for something else, though," he added, his voice low as he reached out a hand toward her face. He pushed a stray strand of her blonde hair off her cheek, letting it hang over into his palm. "Do you know what I mean?"
Lestat chuckled to himself as he walked, floating near the castle. He shut his eyes, seeing Beatrice in her bed a few stories above him. With little effort, he held his breath momentarily and then found himself on the bed next to the girl, laying on his side and resting his arm on his knee. "Hello, little one," he said softly, grinning and winking at her. "Good job."
Lestat placed John's body in the nearest ditch he could find, careful not to get too much dirt and mud on his silk and leather clothing. He hunkered down and reached for John's right arm, shutting his eyes as he ripped it from its socket, tossing it to the other end of the ditch. Once he'd done the same with his other limbs, Lestat threw the vampire's head to another end of the ditch before covering the parts with a thin layer of dirt. "I told you you couldn't beat him, my friend," Lestat grunted happily, standing above the ditch now and admiring his work. "If only you'd listened and let the girl go." A fire, he thought to himself now. Hot enough to blaze this ditch to bits but not strong enough to raise above the edge and continue into the forest. I'll thank the Queen of the Damned for those powers... Lestat left the hole in the ground blazing behind him to burn out on its own. Little Bee, he thought as he walked away. I told you I'd come visit you tonight... get that dreadful friar friend of yours out of your room.
Lestat paused, stopping his trek and placed John's body on the ground by his side. Nothing I can do, he muttered. Just rest like your friend said.
“Good luck with your Dracula,†Lestat inclined to the others before simply vanishing in midair, only a small chuckle left behind him. I am so proud of myself.
Lestat knelt next to Edward as well, smiling weakly. “Boo,†he laughed at Hannah. “Ah, no thanks,†he added when she opened her mouth to speak. “Maybe later. I do still have to dispatch your… maker here.†He stood with a flourish after clasping Edward’s shoulder for a moment. When he reached John, barely conscious now, he squatted down next to him and grinned. “I’ll be quick, shall I?†Lestat put his hands on either side of John’s head-- --Merciful death, how you love your precious guilt-- -- and twisted it sharply, the ugly snap not bothering him. “I’ll check on you later, yes?†Lestat said to Edward, throwing John’s body over his shoulder easily.
“Sorry, John.†Lestat muttered the words into the man’s ears before he had any time to react; a quick slur, a speeding, meaningless apology. He swung his arm swiftly at the side of John’s head, the solid, stone-like bone cracking hard with his skull. The other vampire cried out, but Lestat was glad to hear the noise: he needed the man half-conscious, not dead. “Edward,†Lestat snarled, both in his mind and aloud. "Get over here."
"Oh," Lestat sighed happily. "If I had a franc for everytime someone said that to me. Get inside." He put his arm around John's shoulder and pushed him through the doorway, shutting the heavy door behind them.
"Inside," Lestat muttered, swinging open one of the large doors to the castle. "We can talk in here."
"Oh, I thought you wouldn't mind the polite beginning of the conversation," Lestat sighed, waving his hand in the air as they reached the front doors of the castle. "But, if you insist, we can skip formality and go right to the.... how do they say it? Good stuff?"
OOC: i win.
"Just follow me," Lestat said, walking slowly toward the front doors of the castle, beckoning John to follow him. "How have you been then?" he began now, still smiling. "Your wounds are healed, that's for sure."
Oh, you'll like it much more in person, Lestat chuckled. And you know where I am. Come over here, if you don't mind.
I'd like to speak with you now, Lestat crooned happily at John. Just come toward the castle and we can... speak in person.
Lestat chuckled at Beatrice's comment. As a mortal, yes, he replied smoothly. But you're different now... better. He paused for a moment, and then adjusted his mind elsewhere. Oh, John, he thought, a bit of a taunt in his tone now. Where are you? Come out, come out... wherever you are. OOC: yay QOTD lines! :D:D:D
I'm very proud, little one, Lestat sent, letting himself drift toward the Valerious castle now. Doesn't it feel good, all that power you're discovering? You're friends will be very impressed when they come back.
Soon, Lestat laughed at Edward. You must calm down, my friend. He's not an easy man to persuade and corner.
OOC: what about him? :) Concentrate, little Bee, Lestat sent at Beatrice, a grin on his face now when he could feel her growing strength. Can you feel the power in your veins? Sit up... let the pain and weakness leave your body... remember the fresh blood inside you... can you feel the lead lodged in your skin? Force it out; push it away from you. Impress those two idiots outside the door. Let them come back in and see two bullets in your palm and a smile on your face. You can do it.
