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Post by Armored Soul on Feb 3, 2012 17:15:46 GMT -7
Astrid slid down the wall, gripping her head and shutting her eyes tightly. Now she just knew the man wasn't a human. What the hell is this?! She didn't like the feeling; it was too... close. She'd heard during her travels of vampires having all kinds of different capabilities, this odd invasion of the mind was one. There was no sense of comfort at hearing he was French as well. She'd left that country and didn't plan on going back and risking running into her family.
"Get out of my head!" She demanded aloud weakly. This was pathetic. She had no defenses. Her first direct encounter with another vampire and she was completely frightened. He said he wouldn't hurt her, but she had no trust to believe that statement. Now would be a wonderful time to find out if she had any of those spoken-of vampire powers, yet she seemed frozen, unable to move from her hunched squat next to the wall. I can't let a guy like this do me in. No, I won't.I've just got to run again. Get away like I always do. Keep moving. Find him.[/i][/font][/color][/size]
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Post by Mother of Dragons on Feb 3, 2012 18:00:54 GMT -7
Lestat listened to the girl's mental musings silently, his curiosity rising even further. So she was running... but toward someone. A man? A scorned woman, by the looks of it. Well, mon cherie, revenge is something that tastes almost as sweet as your young blood probably does right now. Her depressing, child-like state reminded Lestat of someone a little too much to just walk away from this mess-of-a-vampire. He walked carefully around the edge of the building to stand in front of the girl. Waiting till she looked up at him, Lestat gave her a perfect French bow from the waist, his left arm across his chest and the right out and straightened, his kerchief flourishing in the wind for the perfect finish.
Without giving the young vampire a chance to react, Lestat bent at the knees now and lowered himself to her height, shielding her from the sun. His face formed into a smooth smirk, his grey eyes flashing with confidence and assurance. He studied her face for a moment, tilting his head just slightly to try and read something in her sad little eyes...
"It's your maker," he whispered aloud suddenly, the statement falling from his lips like a painful realization that didn't want to be spoken; the words literally tried to fight with his tongue. That's impossible, though. Is she really in the same place I was... so long ago...? When Magnus made me and abandoned me in the same day? Coincidences... I think not.
Lestat, again, did not wait for a response from the girl; instead, he flicked his wrist so his kerchief draped over the top of his hand, then extended his hand toward the girl. Cupping her chin in his palm, he tilted the young vampire's face up toward him further. Keeping eye contact, he said softly: "Tell me your name."
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Post by Armored Soul on Feb 3, 2012 18:21:40 GMT -7
Astrid flinched away, a small glare on her face. How does he know that? I didn't say anything. Is he... Is he really in my head?! She hated the idea of the invasion of privacy. With as much steel as she could muster she replied, "Astrid D'arque."
She had to stop her shaking. She'd wanted to reply something like "none of your business" but she felt the need to answer properly. Perhaps it was the proper little French girl in her showing her manners or perhaps she'd been on her own too long and actually did want contact of some of kind. But, no! She couldn't trust this vampire. After the weird things he'd said and the way he'd gotten in her head, she would not let her guard down. She hated the way he touched her and acted so elegant. Obviously he wasn't going to just leave of his own accord. So why was he bothering to speak with her at all? Was it that obvious that she was young and unsure of herself? It couldn't be; she'd spent three years building up a wall around herself. "What do you want?"[/size]
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Post by Mother of Dragons on Feb 3, 2012 18:56:00 GMT -7
Lestat lowered his hand, running his tongue along his teeth as he thought about his next response. What do I want? I'm sure this child will be fine without me; she is not the first to no longer have her maker with her. I am a perfect justification of that unfortunate instance in life. Nor does she seem to want any help; her attitude is very clear, but I don't blame her. She doesn't know me, yet... Yes. This Astrid will have to listen to reason; it's midday and wandering the streets right now will surely get her into more trouble than necessary.
Lestat cleared his throat, noticing the villagers eyeing the two of them, crouched down on the side of a building in the middle of the day. He rose from his position and held out a gentlemanly hand, the kerchief now casually tucked up his sleeve. When I was in her position, I didn't want help, but, when it came to survival, I wanted to learn everything about this new... life change I asked for no part in. Maybe she'll take my pity as a sign of what needs to be done and not just my own whims.
"Mademoiselle D'arque," he began, his tone warm and practical for those in earshot. "With your condition, being in this heat will only harm you. Let me extend my own hospitality... if you have no place to stay."
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Post by Armored Soul on Feb 3, 2012 19:16:16 GMT -7
Astrid stared at the hand, debating whether or not to take it. If she did take it and did follow him, would it turn out to be a nasty trick? If it did, she mostly likely wouldn't stand a chance against this Lestat in any kind of fight. If she didn't take it, she'd just continue on as she was. Was that so bad? It wasn't exactly fun, being alone and doing awful in order to survive. Lestat was acting so kind. It was hard not believe him. He seemed so honest. But did he really want to help her? Why else would he bother with her? She bit her lip, revealing a fang.
"Thank you...." She still hesitated as she took the hand and raised herself to her feet. For now, she would resign to him and let herself go with him. But this was not to be mistaken as trust. She only helping herself. "I have no place to stay right now."[/size]
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Post by Mother of Dragons on Feb 3, 2012 20:13:31 GMT -7
"You poor thing," Lestat crooned without really meaning the words, helping Astrid rise to her feet. He gracefully kissed the top of her hand before letting it go, nodding at a particular villager walking by that was blatantly staring at them. Pulling the hood of her cloak up further on her head, Lestat began to lead the way back to his loft of an apartment on the other side of the small village. Now that they were walking normally down the road, no one paid them much attention.Well, that was easier than I thought it would be. I look at it this way: a human would do the same for another human in that type of situation, yes? If a man found an injured, sick, or lost man or woman in the streets, he would help. At least, that's how things used to work. But chivalry is dead... as am I."You don't have to talk out here," the Brat Prince continued as they went. "Save your strength till we're inside, because..." He paused, putting a casual arm around Astrid's shoulder to guide her in the right direction. "... the only catch is you answer my questions. All of them. That's not so bad is it, mon petit?"
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Post by Armored Soul on Feb 3, 2012 20:29:57 GMT -7
Astrid tensed, not used to the contact; Lestat was acting all too familiar considering they'd only just met. She had been grateful when Lestat mentioned not talking, but then that relief was shattered when he told her the catch of his kindness. Not so bad? No, that was bad. She'd rather him do anything else than make her talk. But she couldn't stop her feet from moving along where she was guided. She nodded to Lestat to let him know that she accepted his deal.
Calm down, She told herself. He never said I had to answer truthfully. Then again... I really can't lie believably. I should probably work on that in case I ever get into a situation like this again. Ah! Focus! I'll stay with him for now. Until nightfall. Then I'm out of this town and on to the next. If I keep moving, I'll find him eventually. I've got all of time, don't I? Her thoughts were derailed by the severely uncomfortable heat of the sun through her coat. She told herself to deal with it for just a while longer. They'd be inside soon. And then the real trouble would begin.[/size]
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Post by Mother of Dragons on Feb 3, 2012 20:57:11 GMT -7
Lestat loved how her head nodded but her body stayed tense: decades of training myself on the way people's bodies and mind's react separately from each other, depending on the person's principles and fears... it pays off sometimes. All I can think about is how lost I was when I was abandoned... like one of my damn hunting dogs that couldn't keep up with the pack during the first winter's hunt. This reminds me of something my blind, arrogant, son of a bitch father used to say: "You can tell who needs to be weeded out; the weak deserve to be left behind for the benefit of all others." Damn it all to hell, the Brat Prince thought angrily, then quickly calmed himself as they reached the door into the main barroom. He could practically taste the tension that released from Astrid as they left the outside and went into the cover of the cool shade inside the building. Not pausing to let her speak, Lestat led his new acquaintance up the stairs and into his loft, shutting the door softly behind him, using a small bit of telekinesis to lock the bolt into place.
Giving Astrid a second to take in and enjoy his hundreds of pieces of priceless, imported French decor, Lestat stepped forward swiftly to shut all the curtains in the apartment, and then stopped in his steps: the woman he'd... met a few hours ago was still discarded on the ornate carpet at the foot of his largest couch in the center of the room. He thought quickly, knowing it would take a little while to talk his way out of this one; the smile on his face split into a sweet grin.
Standing in front of the body casually, Lestat turned in an elegant half-circle to face Astrid. "Tell me, love... does this make you feel more at home?"
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Post by Princess Of Hearts on Feb 3, 2012 21:43:32 GMT -7
OOC: ................. so much reading already!!!! BIC: A loud slamming and light, whispers of footsteps woke Carl quickly. He wiped at his mouth and rubbed his eyes to shake off the sleep before the entering monk (of course it was a monk with those light steps. He'd never gotten down that walk...) caught him sleeping away the day.
"Carl? There you are. You have orders to take that new contraption of yours to the monster hunter, Van Helsing." the small man muttered in Carl's general direction.
Carl's response was the dignifed stammering of many questions. Finally he formed a coherent one. "Into the feild? Why doesn't he come here?"
"His next job is near to where he already is. Apprently it's easier to send you than to make him come here. I think..." here the monk paused, sounding a little wary. "i think they mean for you to stay there. Keep building just for him. It's supposed to be more efficent, if i understand them."
Carl paled visably. Sure he didn't want to be a muttering, reading, boring monk. But he never wanted to go out there and... and... well do whatever it is being out "there" would entail. But direct orders from 'yonder 'on' high were not something the little inventer could deny. So, awkwardly, he rose from his lovely, safe, wonderful desk to pack and bring Van Helsing his newest weapon.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jinx cuddled up with the man who had followed her to her room. Hours ago he'd awkwardly, and alittle drunk, stepped into her room. They'd exchanged a few words about her drinking proess. She'd giggled, he'd grinned, she'd told a few lies about herself, he'd opened up. Soon they were laughing and falling all over each other. Now, after a few sweet hours, his sleeping body rest against her own, he held her around the waist.
Jinx smiled softly, playing with his hands. Then, very gently, she turned around in his arms and bit down on his neck. But he didn't wake. She glamoured a sweet kiss around the hard bite and suck she gave to his throat. Soon enough the blood stopped coarsing and he lay dead in her bed.
She flipped over on her back, his arm still covering her naked stomach as she stretched out. Her mood changed how she treated her meals. But lately she'd been leaning towards... it was difficult to put it into words, even in her own mind. She liked to make a memory about of these people, these humans she stole from. Lately she'd like to beleive she'd been falling in love with them first. Getting to know them. What she didn't like to think was that she was paying them back with a good, pure memory before stricking. Before Killing. As if to try and make it right.
Jinx sat up quickly, letting the strong arm fall off of her. She leapt out of the bed and went to the window, staring into the day which she kept herself shadowed from. "I need to get moving." she irratibly muttered, "This isn't want I was looking for." A small voice, the one that suggested she was being nice to her meal because she felt bad for what she did, asked "So what are you looking for?" but as usual she didn't answer. She waited for night.
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Post by Armored Soul on Feb 3, 2012 21:44:36 GMT -7
Astrid was so distracted by the wonderful decor she didn't notice Lestat step in front of a body. She was caught up for a moment while she admired the furniture, recognizing some of the carving patterns from some famous artists. She watched as the vampire turned to face her, a very small part of her paying attention to his attire now but the rest of her listening to his words and keeping her guard up. She wasn't about to relax just because she was surprised by the French fantasy that was his room. He had asked her question though, and the deal was that she answer all his questions.
"Only slightly," Astrid's answer was truthful; she liked seeing the recognizable French aura after years of being away from it; however, she didn't like being around the stuff with Lestat right now. But then she stiffened. She smelled something, and it wasn't something a normal human would smell. It was blood. She took a step backwards, swallowing the lump forming in her throat. A part of her knew it was old blood, but she had no control. Whenever she was around any amount of blood she had difficulty controlling herself. Her dark brown eyes darted around the room, looking for the source of the unsettling smell. Was it just the scent of the room or was there something in there emitting the smell? Either way, it made her stomach knot with the sick wanting she hated so much.[/size]
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