"In my isolation now I dream of finding some sweet young thing in a moonlighted chamber--one of those tender teenagers, as they call them now, who read my book and listened to my songs; one of the idealistic lovelies who wrote me fan letters on scented paper, during that period of ill-fated glory, talking of poetry and the power of illusion, saying she wished I was real; I dream of stealing into her darkened room, where maybe my books lie on a bedside table, with a pretty velvet marker in it, and I dream of touching her shoulder and smiling as our eyes met. 'Lestat! I always believed in you. I always knew you would come!' I clasp her face in both my hands as I bend to kiss her. 'Yes, darling,' I answer, "and you don't know how I needed you, how I love you, how I always have.'" OOC: *faints and dies* :inlove:
OOC: i am yummy... yummier than edward.... the end.
"I will be the Vampire Lestat for all to see. A symbol, a freak of nature - something loved, something despised, all of those things. I tell you I can't give it up. I can't miss. And quite frankly I am not in the least afraid." Lestat laughed, always charmed at his own words.
Lestat grinned, clasping Edward's hand strongly and brieftly. "Yes," he muttered before stepping off into the shadows.
"The hunter, you mean?" Lestat snorted. "Do not worry on him; just keep Hannah close; you need her on your side to do what you must."
"You'll see," Lestat said vaguely, winking at the vampire. "I'll even get rid of the body for you."
"It's all talk, most of it," Lestat murmured, nodding his head in reponse to Edward's thank you. "About the people I know... I mean, they call me the brat prince; not the best reputation."
“That’s why I’m here!†Lestat exclaimed suddenly, patting Edward’s back. The werewolf could feel his back crack under the pressure. “I can handle John after you’ve done what you need to. Do not worry about that.â€
“Take my word,†Lestat shrugged, though his eyes were a deadening shade of black, solid, serious. “I wouldn’t tell you unless I thought you would live. You’re strong enough to take it all into your system. Hell, I didn’t even think of it before, but my own venom in your body will help!â€
Lestat smiled at Edward, his teeth pointed, shining. “Losing our nerve, are we?†he chuckled under his breath. “What more do I have to tell you?â€
"I know you have worry in your mind, doubt, fear," Lestat spoke. "About what you must do to John... the process."
"Here," Lestat chuckled, pulling himself out of a shadow next to Edward. "Now, talk."
Let him be, Lestat cautioned Edward before stopping himself in the shadow of the nearest tree. "Well, I'm off to find something... young, I think, to drink," Lestat smirked at John. "Enjoy your... evening." He stepped off into the trees, still lost in his own nostalgic thoughts.
"You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" That's what you are! You are the devil himself!" Louis had told him once... "Yes, I know," Lestat had replied, high on blood, power, and being around his remaining child... venturing to New Orleans once more, visiting their old home, mourning little Claudia... it all sent a delightful, almost painful rush to his brain! "And I love to hear you say it, Louis!" he had replied. "I need to hear you say it. I don't think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!"
Lestat smiled, remembering the wonderful, opening line to his book he wrote: I'm the vampire Lestat. Remember me? The vampire who became a super rock star, the one who wrote the autobiography? The one with the blond hair and the grey, and the insatiable desire for visibility and fame? You remember..."
OOC: breaking rules? *dies* :dead: THAT'S MY FRIKKIN JOB! LOL
I need to confirm some things, Lestat muttered at Edward. His thoughts wandered as well. He thought of trying to contact Louis, but then stopped himself, as he always did, when that paticular idea came to mind. Let him be, he told himself firmly. Let him mourn his 'passion with the golden hair' and speak to me when he wishes...
Maybe, Lestat thought. Oh, and Edward, he added to the werewolf. We need to have a little talk once you're friends stop again...
True, Lestat replied. That is something I may never be able to conquer, even if, soon, I won't have to drink blood anymore... the sun will always be there. He swallowed telling the truth, not minding the spoken lie at all. The sun and I both know about each other, he thought to himself, even though he tried not to think about it. We were very... close, at one point...
ooc: My name is Lestat and I am yummy!!! I do applaud you in that instance, Lestat smiled.
