"I cannot believe it," Lestat sighed, laughing lightly. "I still cannot say her name! I couldn't after she..." He paused, shaking his hair, trying to relieve the stress in his mind. "Marake and Maharet were brought to the king and queen to show their powers, since Egypt was taking over every small town like theirs, killing all the inhabitants. "The king thought they were harmelss since they only spoke to good spirits and could keep the evil ones at bay, since the good ones loved them so much, thought they were sweet little twins that it was worth making rain for in the village. "But then came Akim, the vengeful, evil spirit that longed to be human, to have feeling and flesh more than anything. The witches tried to get rid of them. She... the queen, blamed Makare and Maharet for not being able to get rid of Akim. He longed for humanity so much he had the power to whip around mortals and prick holes in their skin, pull out their blood. The queen said that the red-haired twins did it on purpose, were plaguing them with this spirit for killing their village. The king seemed to have on power over her; what she said was. "The king and queen had a right-hand man, Khayman, whom they trusted with everything. But he cared for the twins, made them happy when they were imprisoned. He saved them from the king and queen's rath... but not before the spirit Akim possessed... her... the queen."
"An evil spirit," Lestat began, his grey eyes thick with memory and the soft yellow of the fire. "A demon spirit named Akim that was known for being... well, bad. There were people outside the land of Egypt, which was, at the time, the most powerful land in the known world. These people lived in peace, farmers, they were. And two people, the red-haired twins, lived there just like the rest of their family since as far back as they could remember. They were witches, these women. Now, witches were just thought of, back then as those who could speak with spirits of the world, good and bad, and read minds. Nothing bad; they were revered, special. Makare and Maharet were their names. And they were cannibal witches, just like all the other people in their land. Then the Egyptians invaded... killed their mother, all their people, and brought the twins to the king and queen: Enkil and... and..." but he faded off.
"There were parents," Lestat began slowly. "A Mother and Father; ancient Egyptians from over six thousand years ago. They were the first... and I met them both, just behind where we are sitting."
"It doesn't bother me too much now," Lestat began. "But I can ask you something first: where do you think we all came from?"
"I could tell you, if it will keep your mind occupied," Lestat started slowly. "I've never spoken of it aloud or in my mind to anyone."
"I could tell you things that would make you look like a saint," Lestat muttered under his breath.
"I'm just as awful," Lestat said. "You cannot even..." he faded off, his voice actually choking slightly. "Cannot... imagine some of the things I've done..."
"Good," Lestat murmured. "Edward did tell me to do whatever it took to keep you safe, calm... I guess I'm not complaining."
"Well, I know that feeling, trust me," Lestat sighed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her head down close to his chest. "You just stay calm... that will help."
in a manner of speaking... :D
Lestat chuckled and turned his head so his mouth was an inch from her ear. "Yes..." he whispered, his voice soft and sweet, coated in a happy tone. "Truthfully."
"That's better," Lestat smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Now how are you feeling?"
oh yes... i make many women jealous... teehee
"You'll be fine," Lestat laughed, raising his hand again. "You don't have to trust yourself; just me."
"Come here," Lestat said after a moment, inclining his head to the step beside him. "You can't hurt or scare me, dear."
"Oh," Lestat began, the small syllable a little sigh that escaped his lips as he went to sit on one of the steps leading up to the two thrones. He rested his arm on one bent knee and grinned. "Hasn't he at least told you that he needs you to finish the job?"
"I don't mean to offend you," Lestat smiled. "And I do apologize for not letting Edward tell you more about what he's... got to do with John. You understand, though, don't you?"
Lestat shook his head slowly. "I don't work well with others," he said softly, almost in a whisper. "Believe it or not, but I'm better alone. Though I am enjoying helping you."
"I didn't either, Hannah," Lestat began seriously, catching her eye. "I had no choice... no father, no teacher, no helper. I know your feelings, trust me. I've felt alone, acting against things that, as a mortal, I would have loathed and feared more than anything. I only kill humans because... well, I like it, secretly. But only evil ones; ones that have done wrong, no innocents... most of the time."
yeah... at the WORST... lol thats gonna be fun...
