I am the Brat Prince
I am almost sure the title will say it all, but for those of you who don't know, allow me to introduce myself--something I absolutely crave doing.
Bonjour. I am Lestat de Lioncourt. Though some, mainly my nearest and dearest, choose to refer to me as "The Brat Prince". Imagine that. Though, I have become quite fond of it.
I've been condemned to this Earth for the last 240 odd years and, believe me, it is very easy for one such as myself to become BORED after a while. I am always looking for new forms of entertainment--a secret; my favorite thing right now is the internet and the TV series 'True Blood', it's amazing how inaccurate hollywood can be!
(yawn)
Whilst on the topic of hollywood, I'd like to know where Mme Stephanie Meyer heard that vampires 'sparkle like diamonds' in the sun. That's absolutely ridiculous.
So, it seems that almost everybody I know had one of these online journals and, with an ego like mine, I flat-out REFUSE to be the last literary character without one. And, now, I can't lose my personal writings to a group of idiotic supernatural psychologists. The internet is the best way to advertise my glorious being so, here I am.
Ah, Lestat. (grin) Prince, Victorian gentleman, rockstar, and immortal father. I have been many things, mes amours.
Worship the beauty of The Brat Prince~as I, have arrived.
And I'm just dying to tell!
I ended up picking up yet another outfit kitted out with the glorious shine that I so crave. These Versace clothes are exceptional. Designed with help from a Mr. Alexander Plokhov, the displace Cloak Createur, and they are clean, cool and awesome. I think that changing their fizzy drink colours that usually end up on the Versace men’s catwalk was a brilliant idea, now they look like outfits and not costumes.
This time, though, I went for something a little more casual. A crisp white shirt with a grey tie knotted at the neck. I picked out a grey jumper over the top, a deep v-neck, of a darker shade than the tie, of course. We can’t have clashing colours now can we? It was the pants that fascinated me the most, they were of a mid blue and they shone, almost a plastic shine, like nylon, but not as tacky. The shoes aren't really important, just plain burgundy leather.
And, to all of you out there that worship me, still. I'm writing a new book. Keep your eyes peeled.
Hell's Bells are ringing, I can hear them calling me!
~Your Lestat