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Post by Princess Of Hearts on Apr 2, 2013 15:05:01 GMT -7
Carl cleared his throat, noting that Van Helsing had his coat back. The monk had been in too much of a rush not get out of the room and NOT look at the vampires to notice Anya return it but now seeing it in the hunter’s hands it was hard not to shudder. The woman was special and he wasn’t sure how he felt about her. One minute he was afraid, the next angry, the next worried for her. He frowned at his own unease. But quickly Van Helsing’s voice brought him back to reality and he listened gravely. He had to take a deep breath at the end of the man’s explanation. For a long moment the monk did nothing but stare at his hands. He wasn’t just thinking, he was praying. And after that stretched moment he looked up, not with an answer to his prayers but with a clearer mind. “Yes, we’ll work together. I’m sorry to be so shaken up and uneven…. But you can’t expect me to be exactly happy with this. And you should know, Van Helsing, that if I feel uneasy, than explaining this to those higher up than us will be no easy task.” He paused again. “But we will manage it together. I will do anything I can to help you. I’m no field man, but it seems that I’ve gotten a promotion… or demotion.” He awkwardly offered a hand to the hunter to shake. “These particular people are strange. I would never have expected help from them like we saw not an hour ago. It’s incredible. I didn’t have the impression that you made friends that easily.” The last of Carl’s comments, from another’s mouth, would have been an insult or teasing. But the monk seemed genuinely in awe of the hunter’s ability to make friends with such a group. Friends that seemed to have risked their lives (for the most part) for their possible killer. Jinx listened to everyone’s introductions. Mostly she just tried to absorb their words, but with Lestat she furrowed her brow trying to read between the lines of his ever floral language. And that other girl’s words, how they must have noticed how different she was… being born, caused her nose to wrinkle up. She knew that girl gave her the creeps. But perhaps that was being too superficial. The girl didn’t turn her off because she was small or pretty or so darned righteous about helping Gabriel. She didn’t even think it was the “born” thing. Something below the surface made Jinx’s teeth bare. She frowned under her glamour. Everyone was hiding things. Even Anne! Hadn’t she said that man was her brother? Now she claimed he was her brother. Not that a bunch of vampires hiding things was surprising. Nor could she claim to be the picture of honesty. This thought brought the smile back, a real smile too. Not a glamour in sight. Breaking away from all the internal nonsense, she looked to Anne and teased, “Lover? Oh my, I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing Anne.” “I’m Jinx. I’m from,” she waved a hand loosely, “around. I’m a bit of a nomad myself.” She paused, trying to think of more to offer. “I honestly just met the hunter at a bar. I helped him with some werewolves. I didn’t mean to fall into some war against Dracula or anything.” She looked around for some support.
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Post by Mother of Dragons on Apr 3, 2013 13:44:06 GMT -7
Van Helsing tried not to let out a loud sigh of relief when Carl conceded. He was glad that the monk was being practical, just as he should be, and hearing a clear, logical explanation of the oddity of their situation was refreshing to the hunter. He tried to give Carl a smile, but failed, only managing a grimace.
“I agree that they are all very strange… people,” Van Helsing said while nodding. “I don’t feel like it needs to be said, but use caution at all times when we travel with them. I intend to set some rules in the morning after I’ve procured some carriages and horses to move faster north with. If none of them can work with my terms, I will leave them behind or destroy them.” He paused, running a hand over his face. The sky outside was pitch black, a soft sheen of raining falling in the cold air. He sat on the edge of the nearest bed, trying to fight off the urge to fall over and pass out till dawn. Another thought came to him and he added: “None of this may reach the Vatican yet; I realize the church has spies all over Europe, but we will not send reports unless we have to, and when it comes to mentioning anything out of the ordinary, I will take care of it; you needn’t take any blame. Discretion, Carl… and we may survive this together.”
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Lestat looked away from Anya when she made her revealing statement about herself; he was intrigued by the girl, no doubt, but the fact that his Louis was so near to him, sitting close enough to embrace, was most prominent in his mind. He would question the little vampire later, when there were less witnesses around. He smirked as Anne blushed at Jinx’s comment. He knew well enough that the term “lover” was used in many ways in the vampire world, and judging another creature for such shows was not out of his bounds. He, however, was taken aback the most by the way Louis had introduced himself to the others; he always told the story wrong, in such a way that made it void of the color and life that Lestat felt each time he recalled his first few days with Louis. In his mind, the miserable Frenchman was a toy, a harmless child lost to the world’s joy and light… yes, damn it all, “rescue” was the right word, but when Louis spoke it Lestat felt like an unloved, despised jailor.
“Why must you tell the story so horribly, dear Louis?” Lestat complained, whining while he gave his long-lost companion a forlorn look. “I understand the juicy, bloody details would make the ladies blush, but… really? ‘Reborn’? Can you think of no other way to put it, with poetry and color and prose? Honestly…” He faded off, mumbling in French and crossing his arms in a pout across his chest.
“Lady Anya, did you say you were born as a baby the way you are now?” Anne spoke up tentatively, looking to the little vampire. She had never heard of such a thing, and she was curious as to how it was even possible. She also noticed the way that, when Jinx decided to speak up about herself, she was very vague on specifics. Anne began to get the idea that Jinx didn’t really care for groups and quests; she seemed to enjoy being on her own, and suddenly being put into a righteous situation like theirs was out of place for her. This only made Anne want to talk to the older vampire woman sooner, and see if there were any secrets she was keeping that could help her own cause. “I’ve never seen a baby… drink blood…”
“Of course not!” Lestat scoffed, waving a gloved hand casually through the air. “Surely petit Anya does not place herself higher than anyone here with her story… especially me.” His eyes flashed dark gold, waiting for someone to challenge him, to dare say they were godlier in this human world than the Brat Prince himself.
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Post by dushasoul on Apr 4, 2013 10:09:43 GMT -7
Louis sighed at Lestat's chiding words. The man still hadn't changed at all. Assuming everything was the way he chose to see it. Whether it was blatantly wrong or not. One long fingernail scratched absently at the dried blood that had spilled across his skin. The metallic scent of blood once human mixed with something more foul. It wrinkled his nose with it's odor. He moved his shoulders, a small ache in the muscles. He knew it would leave him soon enough, but the feeling of it reminded him of the pains of humanity. His torn vest was nothing but rags as he pulled it off, letting it fall to the seat of the chair behind him. He listened to each person absently as they spoke, he himself had nothing left to say at the moment. He peered at the women in the room as they spoke, each obviously very different from the other. One seemed just as lost as he was so many years ago. One a mystery who wanted to stay that way. And then the last, the small 'born' vampire. She seemed very forth coming yet withheld information. Despite her petite form, Louis was able to tell she was a dangerous woman to deal with. Anne's words drew his attention once again. She spoke so innocently with curious nature. "Lestat." Louis spoke up to counter the man's arrogance. He didn't turn to look at him however, he didn't need to. He knew the sort of face the man would give him for speaking as though he were a troubled child. "Exclusively you." Anya responded. Her blue eyes flashed as she looked at Lestat. She knew she wouldn't like the man but his arrogance was pushing the limit. She folded her arms and turned to face him directly. "There are bigger and greater things out there than your pitiful existance, Lestat de Lioncourt. I can assure you, certainly more important. You think because you are a gentleman of France that you are better than everyone here? You are wrong, sir. A sad mistake on your part. Now dear Anne." Anya turned, her hard expression changing to kind caring. She stepped towards the young vampire woman, her arms falling to her sides. "I was born as an infant yes. And being a vampire blood was and is still my food source. I drank from the vein just as I do now. My 'bottle' was a village woman near where I was born, who sought to become a vampire. However illness took her before the agreement could be finalized. I grew, much like you all did as human children. But how is that possible? Simple. I am a Pure Blood. The oldest and purest form of vampirism. So yes, Lestat, vy slaboumnyy, I am higher than you if you so wish to believe it." Anya looked at Lestat over her shoulder, daring him to bite back.
Louis' snapped his head towards her at the statement. A Pure Blood? What did that mean, it couldn't be as simple as the words sounded. But perhaps that would explain the sense of danger he could feel every time the woman moved. He had to admire her courage in the way she spoke to Lestat. He couldn't see himself able to do such a thing and not suffer any sort of consequence. Yet she turned her back to him as if not fearing he'd retaliate on a physical level. He knew Lestat's temper was hot and easy to set aflame. And this woman had blindly offered her back to his fire.
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Post by Mother of Dragons on Apr 4, 2013 12:25:39 GMT -7
Lestat bristled, shaking himself and straightening his back at Anya’s words. He flexed his long fingers at his sides, constricting the delicate, sharp nails into fists, then back again. Arrogant girl, he thought viciously, using all his effort to remain silent. She knows nothing of my life, immortal or no. I know I look like an angel, but I am far from it. I laugh at those that title themselves “pure” and “high” and “old” above other vampires. I have the right to my title and my prowess; what could this child have I do not? I will conquer her… maybe not this evening, but soon enough, she will concede and bow, I swear it. I will play her like petite, well-tuned violin.
“Perhaps you are right, mon petit,” Lestat began aloud, his tone high and casual. He shook his hair from his face, sighing as if the words spoken were not setting a fire in his stomach. “The old rules of nature encompass many creatures like us; we are beautiful like the diamond-backed snake, or the striped tiger… yet we are merciless killers, no? It is hard to judge in the raging chaos of immortality.” He paused, letting his words echo around the silent common room. The Brat Prince cleared his throat. “I know little of this vast, sad, dark world; I have traveled from one end of the globe to another, made children in good and bad lights, switched bodies with a mortal man… oh, I’ve also met the Devil himself, as well as God. I have been to the crucifixion of Christ, seen Heaven and Hell, fallen in love and killed with joy and ecstasy. But you, darling…” He slowed his speech again, spinning on the spot and grinning mischievously. “You are ‘pure,’ yes? You are ‘old,’ oui? Then I must bow, my cursed, beautiful lady!” He dramatically fell to one knee on the dusty floor, a fluid movement that the immortal eyes of his audience could still observe. With an elegant twirl of his wrist, Lestat extended his arm and dropped his head in mock-reverence. “My high, loving creature of darkness, find somewhere in your cold heart the small speck of forgiveness your disobedient child craves! I beg you, look past my sins and ignorance so I may learn from your glorious wisdom.” Lestat turned his head slightly to look back at Louis behind a curtain of shining blonde locks.
“Louis, dear, where are your manners?” he demanded. “Pay your respects to the high Lady Anya before she smites us all. Bow!” The Brat Prince couldn’t stop himself from chuckling under his breath, proud of himself, basking in the attention as he knew all eyes were on him, where they belonged.
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Post by Princess Of Hearts on Apr 4, 2013 13:05:00 GMT -7
Jinx ground her teeth at the little woman’s retort towards Lestat. A pure blood, eh? No wonder she made Jinx’s skin crawl. While she roamed the lands she sometimes found other vampires in the towns she stayed in. But always she hid herself, glamoured herself into obscurity. But she was always keen to eavesdrop on those she hid from to hear what tales and legends were being spun in the underworld that was the vampire society. What Jinx had learned from those stolen conversations was that there was no society. No government or ruling belief. Vampires seemed to differ over the time and land; small pockets formed a way of living here or another way there. Legends for one group were unheard of and laughable to another. But this group… yes she had heard of them. “Pure bloods.” Like human royalty, at least in their own eyes. Jinx stopped grinding her teeth and breathed out loudly as Lestat prostrated himself mockingly to Anya. “Lestat, you’re making an ass of yourself. Stand up.” She spoke up again. “For God’s sake, you’re both very naïve if you think yourself so highly. No one is high in our world.” Her voice was low and had lost its light, mocking quality. Although they wouldn’t know it, she now sounded more like the voice that nagged her in her skull. That cruel voice that liked to tell her she was a liar and a runner and scared. But only for a moment did she drop her usual tones. Quickly—before anyone could catch her being too serious—she continued with a new grin. “Now, perhaps we should ask the next question: what are we, exactly? All of us together I mean. I think we’re all taking things for granted in each other, and I’d like some clarity, if you catch my drift.” Carl nodded, looking distressed as usual but oddly at peace now that the hunter had talked him down. It was as if a big weight had fallen off. Not that his shoulders were free… but perhaps lighter. And without that pressure and fear, all the adrenaline in his system seemed to quickly dissipate, leaving him well aware of his tired body. “Alright. No reports, and discretion.” He yawned widely, then. “But perhaps we should sleep… now….”[/color As he spoke he began to sit and then lay back on the bed near him. And by the end of his suggestion, his eyes had taken on 10 tons. It was impossible to keep them open.
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Post by dushasoul on Apr 4, 2013 13:18:51 GMT -7
Anya paid as much attention to Lestat as a child does to his monotone teacher. She'd met many men like him. Arrogant, assuming they were better than others with nothing to back them up. She sighed combing absently through her hair at his long-winded speech. What did he truly wish to accomplish with that childish fit? Attention? He'd gain none from her. Instead she flicked her eyes to man behind him. Lestat's child and long lost lover. He looked as if he was used to such behavior from Lestat. He hadn't made eye contact with Lestat at his words and seemed more interested in cleaning himself than indulging in the man's whims.
Louis stood after a moment bowed slightly at the waist. His eyes closed, avoiding visual contact with Lestat as he spoke. "Please excuse Lestat's erratic behavior. He has not met many who could withstand him." Louis then stood reverently. The woman may be Pure Blooded, but his action was not from fear, but from proper etiquette towards a lady. It didn't matter the status of which she stood. A woman was a woman and deserved respect regardless.
Anya smiled gently to him, grateful at least one of the men there wasn't into himself. She nodded her thanks to him but didn't say a word. She didn't care for being patronized and even more so for men who ignored the possibility that a woman could and would stand as a more powerful being. It was the same throughout history. Men always assumed they were better. Especially when a woman was involved. She was merely to look beautiful and be present when she was wanted. For Anya, it never sat well. She may be small, petite even. But she could certainly hold her own against a man. She pushed her hair over her shoulder. She heard Jinx speak though her mind was focused on Lestat.
She walked fluidly, her swaying skirt moving on a silent breeze. She dropped one hand as if extending a forgiveness towards Lestat. However she meant nothing by it, except a reason to maim his 'glorious' face. She flicked her wrist upwards quickly. One sharp, long nail grazing into his cheek. The pop of crimson on her finger was enough as she lifted the long, delicate finger to her lips. She licked at it as she stepped away. Even his blood was foul in her mouth. She swallowed it however and looked down at him. For a moment she had the urge to do more than simply scratch his pale cheek. However she restrained herself further. He'd mocked her and would certainly do it again. But she would do no more at the moment, for the sake of the others in the room. "U menya net vremeni, chtoby tratit' na vas zhalkim sushchestvom." The vampire woman spoke harshly. Anya moved her shoulders regally and stepped away from him, giving him the chance to rise once again. His wound would heal quickly, but not as fast as normal. Vampire inflicted wounds too longer. She moved herself to the empty part of the room, sitting atop a table, the rest of the vampires in front of her where she could better discern their intentions. If the tension continued, she may have to remove herself from the inn. Lestat was a ticking bomb, Jinx was flighty, playing them. Even an untrained vampire could pick up on the way she constantly avoiding immersing herself within them.
Louis remained silent having no need or want to re-enter the conversation. He simply wanted to get cleaned up, fresh from the blood staining his clothing. Lestat's behavior only grated on him the reasons he left in the first place.
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Post by Mother of Dragons on Apr 4, 2013 14:00:45 GMT -7
Van Helsing was thankful for Carl agreeing once again; he knew that the task before them was paramount, one of great importance in his career, and the fact that he had to get his hands dirty to do what needed to be done was no weight on the hunter’s conscience. Yes, it was out of place and something he could never had considered a year ago, yet here he was, and content enough for the current situation. He felt a tinge of guilt as Carl fell asleep; Van Helsing never intended to involve the monk so deeply in the process, but he tied his own knot in fate’s rope by finding Anya. Or had Anya found him, and the hunter was the only thing that had stopped the vampire from harming the poor monk? Van Helsing was not sure, but he meant to keep a close eye on Carl. He debated for one moment going downstairs and finding some kind of food before sleeping, but the prospect of facing a room full of monsters made his appetite disappear. Instead, he lay down on his own bed and shut his eyes, praying silently that the light of dawn would come as soon as possible.
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Anne silently nodded her head at Jinx’s words, though the Brat Prince’s antics made her smile. His attitude toward himself and those around him was infectious, but she was careful to watch Lestat’s child and the way he responded to his maker. There was a connection in the air between them, a silent bond of sorrow and dark emotion that no one acknowledged but she was sure could be felt. It seemed that, when they first met, it had been a long time since they had last seen each other, yet there was no joy or celebration in the reunion. Anne envied the two men for a moment, a sharp pain grabbing at her dead heart; she could blink her eyes and in that small second see Henry’s face, smell his hair, feel his soft skin, his sweet voice… how could one be apart from their maker for so long and not be in their arms when brought together again? Just the idea of seeing her other half made her eyes tear, and she shook her head to clear it and pay attention to what was happening.
She gasped and put a hand over her mouth when Anya retaliated to Lestat’s mocking rudeness. Her eyes widened at the brief, miniscule scent of fresh blood, and Anne’s stomach suddenly rumbled loudly. Blushing, she lowered her head in embarrassment and wrapped her arms around her waist. No color came to her cheeks as Anne realized she was much hungrier than she thought.
Lestat bit his lower lip at the tinge of pain, a wave a shock running through his body; she was bolder than he thought, and the Brat Prince grinned as he stood to his full height. He paid no mind to his cheek, though he noted the fact that his skin pulled back together more slowly than usual. The girl was entertaining to test, and it seemed Anya wasn’t as collected as he expected her to be. Pushing her in the future will be very amusing, he thought happily. Such high ladies should show better restraint.
Louis had so little to say of importance, and that attribute of his long-lost child irritated Lestat still as it had in the past; it was always whining, complaining, crooning at the moon in sorrow and lonely turmoil… could he do nothing more than make Lestat want to weep? The man had life and beauty and music in him, but it was buried so deeply in dark, immortal pain that all the Brat Prince could do was grind his teeth in frustration. What would it take to make him smile, laugh, even? Lestat was at a loss, and it did not make him any happier.
He wasn’t sure what to make of Jinx’s question: what were they, after all? An odd group, one this world most likely hadn’t seen in many centuries. Lestat, however, was not keen on more discussion of himself or the details of those around him; his Louis was with him again, and right now learning the pasts of more troubled souls did not appeal to him. When Anne’s stomach’s grumble filled the silence, Lestat laughed, a rich sound that echoed as warm as light itself through the room. “Ah, the young one is in need of a drink or three,” he began, winking at Anne. “I’ll assume that, if we truly are intending to work with the gentle humans upstairs, we must fulfill our own needs at opportune times. Vous êtes d'accord, ma chérie?” Lestat took a step forward and elegantly extended a hand to Anne, whom he noticed was quick to accept it and rise from her seat. Smirking, Lestat turned them both to face the door, smoothly tucking her small fingers in the crook of his elbow.
“Louis, you will come out into the night with me… won’t you?” He glanced sideways and the dark-haired man, adding a pleading stare to his sweet smile. “I promise you will not be disappointed.”
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Post by Princess Of Hearts on Apr 15, 2013 22:21:06 GMT -7
Jinx touched her own stomach, debating feeding again. It had only been a day… and that man had been so tasty…. The briefest thought of creeping up to the hunter’s room and playing her usual game with him came to mind but was quickly banished. She told herself he would be no fun in bed, and besides, the other wouldn’t like it if she killed the hunter. But that ever present annoyance in her head whispered warnings against harming anyone. It didn’t give a reason, just the flat: “You can’t hurt them anymore than you can run.” “Poor little girl can’t run anymore.”She ground her teeth at the more honest thought. That voice, something she’d fought with for so long, was getting more and more prominent lately. A pang of fear hit her, causing the hand on her stomach to clench hard. She always put off the voice as nothing but a way to keep her from feeling lonely or even too vain. Even if she didn’t like it, giving that part of her mind a voice was important when she hid her face from her fellow vampires or when she only spent a night with a man if she planned to devour his life blood. It gave her a companion that would not let her fall into insanity or loneliness. But recently it wasn’t keeping her sane or company. It was becoming darker. Over the past two or three nights—had it only been that long?—it had come to sound more like a harping temptation and punishment all in one. A short whine crept out of her throat at these thoughts. She glanced around, reminding herself to be aware of the others near her, and wondered if these other creatures felt these things that had her diving in and out of her own musings. She winced, knowing she seemed absent and perhaps even dull with this constant silence. The hunter probably wouldn’t believe she could shut her mouth for this long. That last thought cheering her up, shrugged, “Let’s eat.” She spoke up, taking her hand off her stomach to clap her hands together cheerfully. “I wonder if this town has any good looking men about?” she pondered, winking at Lestat as she walked past him and Anne towards the door and possible noms. “Present company excluded of course.”
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Post by Mother of Dragons on Apr 22, 2013 12:57:06 GMT -7
“I think everyone here will be surprised to learn about the details inside the linings of this sad, quiet little town,” Lestat began mysteriously, giving Jinx a small bow at the sideways compliment. From the way she was acting, speaking, and moving, the vampire did not look hungry to him, so he assumed she may just be in it for the thrill or to learn more secrets. He was happy to share, yes, but at a price; where was the point in free information, especially nowadays when the wrong word could have you hunted by the most skilled trackers from Rome? The Church’s corrupted arm reached far, and the Brat Prince was good at staying under the radar, for decades at a time, yet… these creatures were different, and two humans slept upstairs who must not know of any misfortunes that they could feel inclined to share with their superiors. Lestat did not trust the hunter, nor did he consider himself working with the melancholy, moody man; he just happened to keep interesting company that entertained him.
He knew that Louis would say no; he always said no, no matter what the question was, no matter what the year or the place: no was Louis’ mantra. No to life, no to color, no to laughter, no to the delicious, tempting skin of an innocent, sleeping man’s throat… no. It was never good enough. If it had been the two of them, just them alone, Lestat would have exploded in a fit of rage, demanding more of a reaction from his companion. He could practically hear their past arguments in his own ears, the shouts, the shattering glass, the flinging insults, the heated theological debates that they could never agree on. He would have rushed forward, closed the distance between them, grabbed the front of Louis’ torn shirt, and shouted in his face till he turned red, shook him until he saw sense… but others were watching, and times had changed. My Louis has not, though… he will remain the same till the end of time, my love and my curse.
Anya would have been entertaining to see hunt, but the girl had chosen to stay as well. This made him a little nervous; what would the arrogant vampire say to his beloved while he was gone? Would he come back to even find Louis here at all? Lestat shook off the insecurity, taking the opportunity to see that at least Anne and Jinx were not afraid to step out into the village with him. He would share details with them, see if they were trustworthy, and take another step tomorrow, if the time seemed right.
Lestat took Jinx’s free arm in one smooth movement and draped it over his other elbow. Smiling, he led both vampire toward the door, inclining his head at Anya and Louis before they exited. The night was dark, a shade that a human could not easily see very far in, yet to Lestat it was clear as noon. The streets were still empty, and tall, narrow buildings void of any light or noise. The Brat Prince knew which direction to go, however, and turned so he and the girls on either of his arms headed north, down the cobblestone roads, in silence. Horses whinnied quietly from the stables not far from them, a chill wind making its way down through the abandoned streets in a light howl that was strangely sad in his ears. Voices of the past clung to the breeze, dull echoes of old blood spilled, ancient hearts broken, and secrets made anew.
His train of thought was broken when Anne spoke up: “Excuse, Monsieur de Lioncourt,” she began, her voice exonerating just the right amount of accent to make him smile at the title. Lestat wondered if this girl was as clever as she let on, but he kept in mind she was young to their way of life, and on top of it, was lost and alone; no wonder she was clinging to the rich fabric of his sleeve so tightly. He nodded his head for her to continue.
“I don’t mean to pry but… when Dracula’s brides were here, and you… saved me from one of them, you spoke to her about a Goddess, one that owns this town. I’m not sure I understand what territory you were referring to, or to whom it may belong. You see, if we’re supposed to journey forward, into the heart of this ugly country where all these monsters seem to come from, I want to know what we’re up against, exactly.”
“You are a monster, mon cherie,” Lestat commented with a smirk, glancing to his right down at Anne. “The farther you go into the fray, the more blurred the lines between black and white, good and evil, become. Are you sure you want the answer to such questions?”
“I assumed your elegance and intelligence would be enough to help a lost soul like myself learn such answers,” Anne returned smoothly. Lestat raised his eyebrows, impressed at how quickly she retorted with enough compliments to make him smile wider. “I won’t pretend to be as strong as you, or as old as Anya, or as brilliant as Jinx, yet I am strong and I am not afraid. I am a monster, just as you said, and I am not sorry for it.”
“Prove it,” Lestat snapped back in a kind tone, shaking his air out of his face as a stronger gust blew through their path. “Words are wind to such as us. You will find, young one, that this town is special, more so than any place south of it; the people come out only for necessities, and otherwise stay indoors. You will find them more than willing.”
Anne opened her mouth to retort, but Lestat was pleased to find she wasn’t sure what to say. No, he would not answer all her questions so easily… what fun was that? Besides, he wanted to see both of these girls in action before he entrusted any details that he’d earned in the underground of Transylvania over the last few years. Such information was liquid gold in their world, and a young, lost child and a mysterious old vampire with tricks up her sleeves would not play him. The game was the best part, the hunt that lead to the kill, and Lestat’s mouth watered at the thought of fresh blood along with some entertainment. Besides, he wanted to see what Jinx had to say; he looked down at her, with that odd look on her face in her cute little outfit… none of it fooled him.
“Aren’t you curious as to why, ma belle dame?” he prodded a little further, hoping she would bite.
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