The Mansion sits in silence, everything inside it coated in a heavy layer of dust. It's waiting. It's plotting. It had reluctantly released its captives for a while -- back to their native books lands -- but that was only to lull them into a false sense of security. Now it's back with a renewed sense of mischief ( Read more... )

He's poking his head in, though the place seems strangely quiet. Still he takes his place in his usual chair by the fireplace and waits, hoping that someone will come along to speak with.

Since we haven't had one in a while ( Read more... )

     Daniel has been gone quite a few evenings now an Lestat does not have much worth noting to occupy his time. A few trips here and there, a few affairs to get in order, a present or two purchased. If he cleaned the little home they shared any more there would be no floor left to vacuum, no tiles left on the floors, no porcelain left in the tub, ( Read more... )

There's a small little woman on the mansion grounds.  In complete silence, she performs the routine she's been practicing for years, now.  Her eyes are intent on the absent target, her mind is focused on what she is doing, but when she strikes, she cuts the quiet as violently as her hit, her jab or her kick would find its target.

The short cries ( Read more... )

     It was a walk, as usual, that brought Lestat to the mansion a bit earlier, a short conversation leaving him sitting in the main room pondering not really all that much at all. He smiles to himself as he plays absentmindedly with the ring on his right hand staring off out a window. A part of him knows he should seek out Louis once more as he ( Read more... )

Because he can't find another way to get in touch with Lestat besides returning to the Villa where he spoke to Marius (and Louis won't consider that), he writes a note and leaves it on the mansion's cork board. This was what Marius instructed him to do when he needed him, so he supposes that someone would pass the note to Lestat.

Lestat, or ( Read more... )

     Pinned to the ever useful cork board of the mansion is a short note for a friend.

It would seem I owe you a wedding present, and while I've no idea where you might keep it you did seem enthused about the whole thing. And so chérie, from me to you, congratulations on your engagement. Should you need help in acquiring anything else for your ( Read more... )

His hands behind his back, Louis walks calmly and languidly down a corridor. His head is slightly down, dark hair hiding one side of his face, but his expression is peaceful, if not somber. He doesn't know where he is, but knows, for a fact, that the museum he frequented did not look like this. Yet that was the door he walked through. Perhaps he ( Read more... )

     Lestat is pleased. So pleased in fact that very soon following his return from his wonderfully lovely trip he feels he must spread the joy elsewhere. A brisk walk has brought him here and here he sits in front of the fire smiling every so often to himself about seemingly nothing in particular. Should anyone need cheering up he would certainly ( Read more... )