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Lestat found himself flinching as he walked, recalling his story. I did it... he thought, clenching his jaw, bile rising in his mouth as he remembered the actions. I had no idea how I did what I did; her blood gave me powers I did not understand. I looked at a man, saw the fear, confusion, and innocence in his face-- and, before I realized what I did, he was screaming. Blood burst his eyes to bits in his head, red gushing in gagging bursts from his ears. I could hear his skull cracking, his fingernails ripping the skin from his own neck, almost as if he were trying to put himself out of his misery... I did it to another, and another, following her lead, hypnotized by my foolish, useless love to do as she said... I believed her opinions out of trust... and she betrayed me. I was taught like the ancient vampires, the old ones that still use the term "Dark Gift," that generation between the ugly, unciviled clans that believed they were brought here by the devil and the scum of today that are arrogant, ignorant fools, not understanding or knowing about the power which they so undeservedly came from. We believe in only killing "evil-doers," no innocents. Akasha broke that rule for me... I never hurt anyone that wasn't "evil" in a way! My soul died that day in that sick temple, all my love and my devotion to whatever bit of mortal-sense was left in me... I've lost everything I ever cared about...
Lestat walked alone, his eyes shut, the breeze blowing the ruffled collar of his shirt. He leaned his head back, tilting it from side to side, flexing and stretching the tight muscles under his hard, white skin. He strolled at a normal pace, his senses guiding him through his eyelids, his mind wandering aimlessly through memories. Akasha, he thought solemnly, her name only stinging him now. He couldn't help but recall the few full days he had spent with her. That lonely, ancient, isolted town in the Himalayan mountains, he mused. That demented temple we visited, where the villagers were tricked into thinking a vampire was a god there that they had to sacrifice themselves to for salvation... what was his name? Marcus? Maul? Something like that... Akasha and I arrived... he was feeding on his worshipers... that disgusting way they threw themselves at him, believing his sucking the life out of them gave them eternal happiness... what a monstrous action, Louis would say. She told him she had come to kill him, just like all the other vampires in the world, besides those I told her not to harm. He refused; she set him on fire. As he burned, the worshipers went insane, panicking. Akasha proceded to kill all the men in the temple, the few women there running back to the village, spared by her sexist views. She squeezed their hearts with her mind, made blood pour from their ears, eyes, noses, and mouths, then set them on fire, flailing everywhere. I cowered, was frightened, terrified beyond belief, seeing the woman I thought I loved destroying all these innocents, bathing in their blood... "And then she asked me to do the same," Lestat thought aloud.
"We'll see how that goes," Lestat laughed aloud, leaning against the nearest tree, tilting his head back and looking up at the afternoon sun through the branches, letting it burn and heat his bright blue eyes in their sockets for a moment. The world changes... he thought sadly, suddenly. We do not... therein lies the irony that finally kills us...
Lestat nodded his head once, slowly. "Maybe not that far, but don't you agree your attitude has only made her move farther from you? Your own child, your property, hating your very being... there must be something wrong with you there if she feels so strongly."
Lestat nodded. "True," he began. "I understand that... but if you want her and, more importantly, want her to be happy, your ways shall never be a success."
"I didn't enjoy it as much as you seem to put on," Lestat shrugged honestly. "I did figure that kindness and empathy work a lot better than your usual approaches..."
Lestat bit his lower lip, swallowing a laugh and tilting his head back. "Ah," he began. "I wouldn't say that..."
"Not really," Lestat said. "I don't really care either way. I'd like you to stop being so hostile. You're quite an interesting man, but you should try some politeness and charm every so often."
"Oh, I'm not interested in her," Lestat chuckled, waving a hand. "She's not mine, she's yours. I'm not that partial to women, after... after Akasha, nothing will work. Instead, I'd rather apologize to you again for my... charming, impulsive curse."
Lestat stood slowly, licking the bit of blood off his own wrist. "There will be a time when you wished you'd thanked me right now," he said softly, knowing John would hear. www.myspace.com/jrrtolkienfreak ITS HOT.
"Oh, yes," Lestat sighed happily, grinning as wide as he could. "I am!"
OOC: SPAM!!! :spam2::spam2::spam2::spam2::spam2: "I understand," Lestat said calmly. "I didn't expect it to, actually."
"You don't have to ask," Lestat said, running one of his fangs along his wrist slowly, letting a small bit of his blood drip on John's collarbone, then his knees. He smiled to himself as the bullets removed themselves and the flesh closed up, healing with the tiniest bit of smoke coming off the surface of the injuries. "A trick from a friend," he explained a moment later.
"Hm," Lestat said through a small laugh. "Doesn't look like that will happen time soon."
Lestat smiled and touched John's collarbone, letting the drops of blood drop off his fingertips. "I know," he said kindly. "But you don't look too well now, and, at this point, whomever started what doesn't seem relative to your health."
Lestat smiled softly as Beatrice left, and then turned to walk toward John's body, kneeling next to the man as he reached him. "Oh, my," he sighed under his breath. "Do you need some help, my friend?"
