Lestat de Lioncourt here ( Read more... )

Where the hell are you?!

You have some explaining to do. Exactly why is Nicki free? You just let him waltz out - ah, no! You did more than that! You gave him a ride out! What the hell has got into you? Answer your phone, damn it!

It's been pointed out to me that six months is a fairly long absence and that I have returned only with a collection of random thoughts and moods ( Read more... )

The little bastard has done it again.

I said I have washed my hands of him and so I have. I've given him over to Louis. Nicki swore and kicked the walls and laughed and tried all his old tricks but I've had enough and I told him so. I told him if he is too much trouble for Louis, I'll give him over to Armand.

When the message reached me that Nicolas de Lenfent was about to die a secret part of me rejoiced ( Read more... )

I'm not sleeping. I'm not dead. I'm not an ice-clad captive, nor hiding from the infamy of my latest sins. No-one you know is dead, nothing has been burned to the ground and everything is more or less where I left it ( Read more... )

Yes, it really is home even though I have lived here for a mere few weeks. I feel calm here.

I'm simply glad to be away from Paris, the chaos there and that apartment where for once in his life Nicki seems to be the sanest inhabitant.

This time, I knew exactly what I had to do ( Read more... )

So, last night I went to see Nicki in his small Parisian apartment. Louis was also there, sulking in Nicki's bedroom ( Read more... )

It's been a fair while since two of my immortal progeny ganged up to show me the door. At least I got out unscathed this time. Who says immortals never make progress in their relationships?