The hands were all over her body, carrying her down the halls, and she was screaming, kicking, clawing and biting at whatever she could get a hold of. They weren’t taking her away from Louis, or her new mother. The hands gripped her even tighter and the ceiling above her shook and bounced and passed by with such speed that her infuriated mind ( 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... )

I wake up with one of those epic headaches and a stiff neck, but the moment I open my eyes, I know something is wrong.  Crap.  I'm not in my bed, and I'm not with Micah, and Nathaniel isn't there either.  No wonder it was so damn cold !   In an instant, I check myself.  Shit!  No gun, no shoes, no clothes.  Just me, in an underwear and t-shirt.  ( Read more... )

    Lestat is bored, he has been wandering the halls of the mansion this evening but nothing has happened that has really grabbed his attention. The man asleep amongst the paper almost succeeded in doing so, but after a second glance he just passed on by and made his way to the door. Feeling the need to be alone he makes his way out to the porch ( Read more... )

To celebrate the marriage of David Talbot and Nicolas de Lenfent, there is a small informal gathering in the tower. The happy couple are both inside with young Lilli (who has been allowed to stay up late, just this once). They would welcome friends old and new to share a drink in celebration.

Typist: So they've got married and this is the party. Tag ( Read more... )

I'd rather just skip them all together, but seeing as how the general public does not find that polite I suppose it's best that I just get it over with. My name is Lestat I was born in Auvergne, France in 1760. Yes, that does mean I am quite old. No, jokes about my age are not appreciated, and I would prefer it if it just wasn't mentioned again. I ( Read more... )

The memory that haunted Lestat was one of the past. The recent past, although it could be argued that it was his present -- or what he thought his present to be. It was the only thing that could be considered forgotten, since he never truly forgot anything, but this event had been forcibly pushed from his mind. The details were not apparent -- but ( Read more... )

A rather good-looking gentleman (if he may say so himself) with blond hair and cobalt blue eyes that often appear violet strode up to the mansion. He seemed to have no hesitance despite the strangeness of it all, but Lestat was easygoing and there was very little that would cause him to do a double-take or throw him off guard. Or if it was a rare ( Read more... )

A drunk and dirty man stumbles into the mansion; he might be attractive if he were to take care of himself, but as far gone into the drink as he is he doesn't take notice of the tattered jeans and soiled shirt long overdue for a trash bin ( Read more... )

Having made his way out of the tower undetected, Lestat has decided to wander the halls of the Mansion properly, and see who he can meet along. He whistles a tune mindlessly to himself, hands shoved in his pockets and looks at everything with childish curiosity ( Read more... )