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« Thread Started on May 22, 2005, 6:31pm » | |
OOC|| Okay this role-play is just for me and Louis! ^-^
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Tyger, tyger burning bright…<br>The dreaming of David came to vision once more, the young man crouched in the greens of India... Out of the dappled light the beast comes, its orange and black stripes like the light and shade itself so that it is scarcely visible.In the dream comes it head, how soft its muzzle, white and bristling with long, delicate whiskers. But its yellow eyes, mere slits, and full of horrid mindless cruelty. David, its fangs! Dear god is fangs!
And David is down on one knee, with the long rifle propped against his shoulder. And the giant cat is still yards away, bearing down on him. On and on it rushes, until the crack of the gun stops it in its tracks, and over it goes as the gun roars again, its yellow eyes full of rage, its paws crossed as they push in one last final breath as the soft earth…<br>
Lestat awoke with a start, shooting from the dark velvet chair in which he had fallen asleep. His mass of blond hair fell about his shoulders in loose ringlets, seeming almost a white in the darkness that suffocated him with grace. His fair hair had obviously been unkempt for the moment, the locks loosing a bit of their luster. He quickly got up, pushing himself from the chair in ease, and swept from the room in a quick manner that would barely be visible to the mortal’s eye. Steps echoed against the walls in a thousand steps, seeming of several men rushing away in either fear or hurry. His figure was still of course the usual thin, perhaps a bit more then usual. His long dead limbs were the pale bone white, his veins throbbing against the skin as if attempting to break away from the animated corpse.
His grey eyes were vivid as ever, though clouded with thoughts that left him in a frustration. His acute gaze scanned the passing architect as he entered a large living room, the fire ablaze within an instant of the thought. He slowed his pace, finding comfort in the room. He let out a sigh that was but barely audible as he sunk into a seat adjacent to the dancing flames. His attire from the past night was simple, consisting of a white silk shirt, crumpled from the night’s events. And his handsome coat suited the rule-breaker well with the plain tight velvet pants. His boots were of a dark material, shining dimly for they barely touched the ground in his voyages.
He blankly stared around the room, letting his gaze find the oh-to-familiar illusion of Claudia standing in a corner, narrowed glare locked upon him with a taunting smirk. Her haunting phrase rang through the room, clearly only audible to the vampire, “I’ll put you in your coffin forever, Father.” He had long ago become use to these visions of his daughter in death. Their effect had worn off, leaving the Brat Prince to simply remember. He quietly sat there, staring into the tempting flames in an eerie silence…<br>
But Claudia was not to be ignored, illusion or not. The soft rustling of a lace dress could be heard shifting across the room, acompanied by the faint clicking of shoes upon the flooring. It seemed so real, deceiving the with such skill that a shiver ran up the Prince's spine as she neared. Locks of golden hair bounced in small ringlets upon her shoulders as she came to a slow halt at the arm of his chair. Her expression was stone dead though her eyes were alive with pure hate as they stared into the flaming fire, with its hues of red and orange. Her small round arm lay atop the arm rest, just inches from Lestats body. Slowly, she turned to stare at the vampire with an innocent smile upon her features. "Why do you ignore me Father? Pay me attetion for I am your Devil." her words were sharp and seemed human within the silence, only causing the vampire to doubt more if she dead.
"You only bring me pain, dressed up in lace and ribbon. You are no Devil to me but a memory. Be gone!" He waved her away though the smll doll-like figure did not move from where it stood. "I wish not be tormented with your words! Leave me be." His voice was iced as he glared down at the floor, unable to stare at the face that haunted him day and night for so long... Slowly the figure wavered and faded into shadows, leaving Lestat to isolation once more...
Louis -
Better long and incredibly well written than short and craptastic.
Ic: Louis sits propped against the many pillows of a velvet couch, a copy of MacBeth lying open in his spidery hands. The play is obviously pored over frequently, as it is filled with folded corners and careless, oddly-colored stains. A page rustles happily as it is gently turned by the one who finds escape in it. Louis closes it and sits up quickly, his vampiric hearing having picked up the slightly panick-ridden, yet still melodious voice of the Brat Prince. A slight groan escapes from Louis's thin lips. He stands and makes his way up the cold, stone staircase quickly, finding Lestat in the grand living room staring, meditatingly it seems, into the fire burning bright. Louis walks to Lestat's chair with heavy footfalls, feeling required to announce his presence somehow. He places a questioning hand on his Master's shoulder, his index finger grazing the cheekbone lightly. "What is it, Lestat? I heard you speaking to someone, you sounded scared, and I was worried for you. I ..." He trails off, the last syllable resounding dramtically from the walls.
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Lestat listened to the heavy treads of the vampires trek. He slowly blinked, welcoming the warm touch. "It was nothing Louis. I was siply speaking to myself." he replied faintly and motioned for teh dark haired vampire to take a seat. He couldn't tell Louis about the illusions. He simply could not for he knew to well that this beautiful creature still mourned for her death. He tore his gaze from the flames to stare up at the vampire, giving him a reassuring smile though it twas fake. He erected himself within the chair and pulled back the locks of hair onto a tail, the blond tresses scattering about his back and shoulder blades. "Please don't worry Louis. I am fine." he added afterwards.
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Louis's brow knits seamlessly as he looks upon the one who bestowed upon him the Dark Gift. His dark, think eyebrows come together over his emerald eyes, throwing them in shadow. The flickering light of the fire pulls them into sharp relief every moment or so, giving the illusion of deep meaning when there really is none to have. Despite his unwillingness to let the matter rest, Louis takes a seat in the chair directly adjacent to Lestat and crosses his legs comfortably. His long hands rest on the arms of the chemise, the fingers running nervously along the seams. He stares into the hypnotic dancing of the fire for a moment, losing himself in the gorgeous shades of red, gold, even blue of the blaze. Louis's creamy face reflects the colors dimly, keeping half his face dark and the other aflame with light. His loose waves of ebony hair glint softly as he turns to face Lestat, his eyes full of a small wondering fear. "I am... sorry, I suppose, for worrying so much for you. It's just that... ever since that scoundrel James ran off with your immortality I have had a time of trying to think of anything but your safety. I realize that you are arguably the most powerful among our kind, but you must stop chasing danger. I don't know what to think when I hear you all alone, speaking to no one or everyone with fear evident in your velvetine voice. I become so worried, always worried..." Louis stops, his eyes drowning in red. He wipes away this emotion, filled with shame, before it becomes uncontrollable.
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« Reply #1 on May 22, 2005, 6:32pm » | |
Lestat -
Lestat sighed became audible, echoing off the walls to roll back to him in whispers upon hearing Louis’ words. Guilt washed over his with its weight of a thousand tons. He tilted his head forward, the layers of tailed hair tumbling over his shoulders into spidery tresses that striped his shirt and face with blond. He blankly stared down at the redwood flooring, gazing at each defined line through dusted eyes. He finally came to speak, “I know Louis. And I am sorry. It’s just… I as well have been thinking, I mean of when I was human, not in the body that James stole but when I was actually human, not as I am.” His voice trailed off as he broke his stare from the floor to cast it upon the immortal beauty of his fledgling. How perfect he had made him, yet were they all not beautiful? Yes. They all were beautiful; it was their weapon, their curse, and their blessing. They were his as well. An ivory hand was raised to stroke the fine material of the chair, its touch soft to his chilled fingers that seemed nothing but bones and veins. He then let his gaze fall with iron as the guilt became his anchor. So many things he had kept from this deserving vampire, and yet there was still so much he hid. Oh if only he could have told Louis of everything. Perhaps then they would have lived in peace and would have been well. But he knew this not for Louis had hated him and his only reason for having stayed was to pry as much knowledge as he could from him. Ah how Lestat knew his time would come as the fateful night of Claudia’s attempts to kill him tolled over his head. What a rough and blind path the Devils Road was.
Louis-
Louis is surprised at this answer, this confession of... sorrow, could it be? He glances away suddenly, feeling acutely the veritable sea of secrets that lies between the pair of immortals. Louis sometimes feels he is drowning in this overwhelming gap fated to fledgling and maker. He looks back to his beloved, the firelight glowing magestically in Lestat's hair. "Is your old mortality troubling you, Lestat? I thought that in writing your autobiography you would have let go of all those cobweb-covered memories." Louis says this somewhat playfully in an attempt to make more happy his glorious Brat Prince. A small smile lingers fleetingly on Louis's smooth lips, revealing for a moment something horrible wicked and wrong. There is something almost wolfish in the grin that is gone as soon as the lips close. Only an immortal could now perceive the hidden fangs that announce themselves in hunger and stress.
Lestat-
Lestat smiled. "I thought so too but I guess not. Damn those memories." he replied with a light laugh and returned the grin, displaying ivory fangs as pale as his complexion. But soon afterwards cam ethe familiar wave of lust, the hunger. He frowned and looked away, hopeing the other would not realize. He closed his eyes for a moment, the battle within him slowly drifting to a dull roar as he re-opened his eyes and stared at Louis blankly for a moment.
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« Reply #2 on May 23, 2005, 4:58pm » | |
Louis feels immensly the hunger that beautifully clouds Lestat's eyes. He sighs softly, reaching out and touching the hand of his Father in Death, caressing the fingers lightly, concern creating miniscule lines in the corners of his eyes. "Ah, Lestat," Louis whispers. "'Tis so good to have you here again..." He looks away, down and to the right, ashamed suddenly of his secret thoughts.
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« Reply #3 on May 23, 2005, 5:07pm » | |
Lestat smiled but it ceased to exist as Louis looked away. "Why do you cast away in such silence?" he enquired and took the hand that stroked his. He smiled gently, the lust rising over again to pull upon the sanity that linger within him. He gave a sigh and slowly rose, still holding onto the vampires hand. "Would you not accompany me for a night stroll? My veins ache within my very skin." he said softly and continued to smile, his face seeming a corpse with blond hair and vivid steel eyes. To his posture came a light shake as the demonic blood wailed for what it had been denied for so long. He had to feed tonight and wait no longer...
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« Reply #4 on May 25, 2005, 5:17pm » | |
Louis lifts his soulful gaze to his Maker once again, feeling his own thirst devour all other yearnings. The exquisite pain rushes through his veins deliciously, and he shudders with it. He rises, his left hand in Lestat's, and nods. "Yes," the young immortal says softly. The faint smile on the Brat Prince's lips passes to Louis, who steals a small kiss from his frozen mouth. An impish grin reveals eager fangs as he turns away towards the staircase. With a glance back at Lestat, Louis leads the way down the stairs, his feet making not a sound. He turns into the grand hall and makes his way to the door, his hunger pounding in his ears. His long hand pauses on the knob of the door for a moment before he opens it to the beautiful New Orleans night.
The smell of jasmine graces Louis's nostrils as he breathes in the warm air, purging the stale from his lungs. He sighs lightly, sweeping his emerald orbs quickly over the surroundings before stepping away from the porch and out into the street.
As soon as he sees his victim, Louis becomes the predator. A catlike alertness descends over him as his prey, this strong, deliciously wicked young man who would kill him for the rings on his fingers, comes towards him. Ah, it is so easy. Louis's cold hands rest lightly on the man's neck, his thumbs rubbing gently the tiny jagged hairs of an unshaved beard. His hands move down to grasp the shoulders tightly as he tilts his head. His mouth opens and the evil little fangs protrude, cruelly glinting in the dim light of the streetlamps. The pulsing blue jugular bulges as Louis forces the victim's head to the side. The man yells and wrestles wildly, trying in vain to escape from the iron grasp of his assailant. Do not fight it. There is no longer hope for you. Lips cover the great vein, fangs pierce the skin swiftly, and the man's fighting creciendos wonderously. But the white hands clutching his shoulders are too strong, the body of this Satanic attacker too hard.
Louis moans as the first torrent of crimson blood touches his tongue, and he takes it in great gulps. The heart resists, slows its beating, and Louis eases his pulls, letting the heart pump the life from its body. Images of the young man's life burst through Louis's mind, flashing pictures of brutal murder and rape accompanying the ecstatic groans issuing from his bloody lips. At last the heart gives in, letting forth one final gush before stopping completely.
Louis parts from the cold body, not a drop of blood spilt. He lets the body go, and it falls slowly, as if through water. He kneels down and bites his tongue with his own fangs, allowing his own demonic blood to erase the signs of his sin.
And so he becomes once again Louis the Killer, Louis the Unwilling Sinner, Louis the Vampire, bestowing death eternal upon those who feed his unGodly immortality.
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« Reply #5 on May 25, 2005, 7:08pm » | |
Lestat smiled and followed the dark haired vampire. His treads were light, seeming a phantom making his nightly rounds. He as well stepped from the manor to be greeted by the familiar scents of New Orleans. As he followed his beloved the images and thoughts of a thousand others poured into his mind, willingly giving him the knowledge of his victim for the night. He took his leave from Louis to follow a woman of guilt that rose as a rancid stench within her aura that false thoughts could not conceal. His eyes reflected the hunger that wailed within his empty soul. He followed her block by block, the predator becoming the prey. He had become a monstrosity in his impatience, stalking silently to find a moment in which he might strike. Ah but had his tactics not became a repetitive kill? Trailing his victims for hours at end before cast their death upon them in isolation from the world. Yes, he had become accustom to his sluggish ways. He stood at the corner of the street, watching his feminine elixir trek slowly to a dreary apartment to which she entered.
He was soon to enter the home, his presence unnoticed as he paced through the halls in search of his victim. He finally came upon the room in which she sat, watching an aged television. He lingered at the doorway, his looming figure resting from her sight. He slowly blinked and pushed himself from the dust covered panel to step towards her. He gave a sigh, permitting the mortal woman to hear his sounds and turn about to fall into a blank state. She remained paralyzed as he advanced, a hand coming to slip about her waist and pull her to him. He brushed locks of amber colored hair from her neck, his gaze taken to by the pulsing vein within her neck. He sluggishly pulled her to him, head lowered to easily reach the source of his feed. As she gave a small gasp he slid fangs deep into the soft flesh, her nerves giving a jolt as she began to resist, struggling helplessly in his powerful grip. Ecstasy swept over him as the crimson liquid filled his mouth. He seemed to tighten his grip, the sounds of her heart racing drumming in his ears.
As the sounds faded away and her last breath came to ear he slowly released her. Laying her atop the couch and sitting beside her. The woman stared up at him blankly as he stroked her hair back, having already healed the telltale wounds. He watched as she died, leaving the corpse as it was. He stepped from the home in silence, traveling back towards the heart of New Orleans to await Louis…<br>
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« Reply #6 on May 26, 2005, 7:32am » | |
Louis turns back to the manor slowly, feeling this newly acquired blood pulse through his arteries and veins. He can actually feel his heart beating steadly in his dead chest. With a slight downward glance, he can see that his hands have lost their ivory glow; the Bruxelles lace around his wrist is now whiter that the skin it surrounds. How glorious, this, that one grotesque evil act can turn a demon into a seeming saint. Even the vile fangs have receded, Louis's body being content, filled with the crimson elixir.
Louis reaches the door of the manor, stepping inside quickly and silently. He returns to the warm firelit chamber upstairs and seats himself in the cozy armchair, hoping Lestat is contented is well, and that he hasn't gotten himself in too much trouble.
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« Reply #7 on May 27, 2005, 9:08am » | |
(Aww, look at the love! im gogin to cry when you guys re-unite, or did you? I dunno, im awaiting, and fearing, when a Pandora comes....)
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« Reply #8 on May 27, 2005, 4:06pm » | |
Lestat was to return in a matter of a few minutes after his fledgling had, having trailed him home. In silence he made his way up the stairs, not a foot touching the steps in his hurry. He slowly paced back into the room, taking a seat close to the ajacent vampire's. He seated himself lightly, a leg crossed over the other at the knee in a casual manner. He smiled to Louis. "If I might enquire, how was your feed?" he asked softly, attempting to start a conversation that would atleast give them verbal contact. He lovingly gazed upon his fledgling, adoring the fine strands of silken hair and vivid green eyes. He was perfect i nhis eyes, and how angelic he seemed there within a elegant chair with the fire ablaze before him. He gave a sigh of contentment and leaned back into the chairs back cushion, glad that Louis was here with him.
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« Reply #9 on May 27, 2005, 5:37pm » | |
Louis looks away when Lestat poses this question so casually, as if they were speaking over tea, making conversation. The death of one so alive and strong-willed to feed a demonic hunger does not seem to Louis something to be discussed so nonchalantly. But memories of the old days, when Louis was so young and fed from the blood of rats, angering Lestat so, forces him to reply kindly. "Yes, Lestat, I did feed well this night." He feels his maker's eyes on him and glances over at him, sweetly surprised to find Lestat with a slight smile on his lips, observing Louis contentedly. A slight blush rises in Louis's cheeks as he looks away, then right back again. His newly acquired blood pulses through him, invigorating and exciting him as an entire spectrum of new sensations shiver through his body. His eyes bright, Louis asks the same question of the Brat Prince. "I trust you fed well also, Lestat?" He says the name slowly, savoring it. Ah, it had been too long, their silence and avoidance. But now, that is all past. Together they are, once again.
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« Reply #10 on Jun 11, 2005, 5:13pm » | |
"Ah but do I not always?" he replied with a smile, steel gaze indolently sweeping about the room. In his vision lingered the common picture of Claudia, glaring to him with a simple hate, hand resting upon Louis’, laced figure looming beside the chain in which he occupied. The vampire came to sigh, growing weary of these illusions, the glares, the simple phrase, it would drive a mortal to insanity.
But did these things not always happen to Lestat? He was the one to step into such problems, many to be named off the back. He was the devil of night, the brat prince of immortals, the wolf killer of his village, and Lelio of the stage… Trouble seemed to seek him out, mischief his companion. But very rarely did this fair headed beauty serve a fateful punishment, commonly it bringing to brighter light. And of his Louis? Had he come to realize the truth or did he simply hide the light, lost in his condemnations…
Thoughts as this intruded upon his mind, the immortal brooding upon them in absence. Soon the many enquires faded out to permit his attention once more to his beloved Louis, Claudia fading from sight.
OOC I love using quotes from my poems! ^-^
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« Reply #11 on Jun 14, 2005, 11:49am » | |
Louis smiles at his companion, nodding knowingly in reply. He opens his mouth to speak an acknowledgement of some sort, to continue this conversation, ah, how nice it is to hear Lestat speak again, but something stops him. His beloved is not looking at him anymore. Rather, he is staring at his hand. Louis opens his mouth again, a question on his lips, but decides against speaking at the moment. Lestat seems completely lost in thought.
Louis waits a few moments, allowing the Brat Prince to sort through his mind before speaking. He moves his chair close to Lestat's gracefully, resting his white palm on the top of his hand. "What is it, Lestat?" Louis says softly, feeling slightly needlesome, yet his insatiable curiousity will not let him simply sit by and watch his Father in Death struggle in a mental battle that is closed off to everyone else.
OOC I apologize for the shortness of this post, and the lack of good writing. I'm a bit off today.
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« Reply #12 on Jun 14, 2005, 5:01pm » | |
OOC S'all right!
BIC Lestat shook his head, refusing to stare Louis in the eye. "It's... nothing." he replied, words fumbled. He dared not tell Louis of Claudia, he knew he still mourned for her death, he would not be able to take this confession. He would have to bear it alone... He sighed, hand running through his hair as he tilted his head back onto the top of the chair, neck exposed to show the throbbing veins pulsing with fresh blood.
He welcomed the touch of Louis upon his hand, savoring it as one would a kiss. He glanced down to their hands before finally rising his gaze to meet Louis'. "I'm just thinking is all, nothing to worry about." he said after a moment, smiling softly in reassurance. He stroked the palm of the vampire's hand, his own touch warmed from the recent kill, hues of pink visible in his limbs and face.
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« Reply #13 on Jun 18, 2005, 7:24pm » | |
Louis rejoices in the newfound intimacy between himself and the Brat Prince. Ah, it really had been too long. So much potential the pair has to be confindants for eternity, perhaps the only pair that has a chance. Immortals yearn for other blood drinkers' companionship but are not satisfied by what they find. Louis hopes that he has found an eternal consort in Lestat.
Though he tries in his heart to believe Lestat, Louis finds himself in a state of helplessness. It would be so simple to let it go and pretend that nothing is marring Lestat's thoughts, that nothing is bothering him, but he cannot lie to himself. Lestat normally excels at hiding his true feelings, but now something is tormenting him that he cannot help but show. Watching his beloved closely, Louis notes the newly acquired blood pulsing through Lestat's white face. The light of the fire reflects oddly from the smooth contours, throwing his eyes into shadow and brightening his cheekbone, giving the semblance of deeper meaning when there is really none to be had. If only it were that simple.
Louis doesn't speak. He looks deep into his maker's eyes, imploring him silently, and letting him know that he can trust him.
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« Reply #14 on Jul 6, 2005, 12:11pm » | |
A dread seemed to rise within him, resurrecting memories. For nearly a century he had kept the secrets of their history from his Louis, and from Claudia. He had sworn to an oath and had not given in, even though it lead to his angel’s demise. What if he had explained it? What if he had told Louis and Claudia? Would she be alive, would this discernible distance between himself and Louis have vanished?
He could only enquire himself of these, wondering what if. Would he keep yet another secret from Louis until came the death it had to be revealed. No, he could not bear it; he had to tell him of Claudia, her torments… “Louis…”
No sooner had he spoken this name did the apparition of this angelic demon appear. “Yes, tell him about me. Watch the grief wash over his profile and desolation befall him. He still mourns over my death, unlike you.” She snapped hatefully, standing beside the figure of Louis, a small hand stroking his cheek softly as she smiled deceitfully to Lestat. “Go ahead…”
The vampire sighed, shaking his head slightly. “I… I have a confession to make...” he stated, voice an undertone as disconsolate gaze rose to meet his. “I didn’t want to tell you because… well, it might affect you more then what it has to me…” he paused a moment to let his gaze fall away, focusing on the smirk of Claudia. Would he really do this?
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« Reply #15 on Jul 9, 2005, 10:40pm » | |
(( I know, I know...I know what Armand does to Claudia. Sry, ill go away now, good read))
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« Reply #16 on Jul 13, 2005, 9:23am » | |
Louis watches Lestat curiously, questions arising in his mind, yet he dare not voice them for fear of interrupting Lestat's obviously deep thoughts. Lestat's face seems wonderously blank as he recedes into his mind silently, quickly. It secretly thrills Louis to see Lestat ponder seriously. In the beginning, Lestat had seemed the reluctant teacher, the shallow keeper of deep secrets. But then, Claudia was brought to them, making them a coven, bonding them, however unwillingly, together. How glorious it had been to witness Lestat becoming more tender with Claudia. What a handsome pair they had make, the tall blond man in the top hat and the porcelein child with an angel's smile. A grin plays on Louis' lips upon this memory. Oh, how he loved them both...
Lestat speaks suddenly, and Louis looks into his Father in Death's eyes. Sadness there; something clouds the beautifu icy orbs. Could it be regret? Louis notices worridly that Lestat is not returning the glance. Rather, he is looking to the side intently, tiredly. Lestat speaks again, his sentences broken, his voice shaking. Louis nods in reply, slightly fearful of what will pass from Lestat's lips next.
"Go on, Lestat. I want to know. No, I need to know."
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