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- Location:Toowong cemetary
- Mood:
crushed - Music:silence
“I don’t mean to crush your dreams, but…”
You just did, you don’t even know it yet. But if you want living proof, that is what you’ll get. Just wait and see, watch me. Oh I’ll make you suffer for what you did to me. It won’t be grief that drives you to insanity; it will be self pity and guilt. That is my full intention; I take it upon myself to make you suffer for what you put me through. Most cruel, but oh, say, wouldn’t it be a shame if I lived up to what you just said? And you probably won’t even remember saying it! I’ll make you throw yourself off a bridge with despair. Maybe next time you’ll be careful. Maybe this is the only way I can make you learn the true power of words. How could you do this to me? Have I EVER said anything like that to YOU? Would I ever say anything to you? NO! Because I know only too well about sticks and stones. I was having a great day allowing the circumstances I had to endure – until you ruined it. No need to act all coy, you meant what you said; by denying it you’re lying to yourself. I only wish I had done the same sort of thing to you, but I don’t think I could, I couldn’t do anything like that to anyone. But why? To make yourself feel better? Of course, so much is obvious.
I’ll ignore the fact that you wrote “SLUT” in permanent marker all over my arm while I was distracted – you just made yourself look the fool by doing that. What you said on the other hand, that’s unforgivable. Hell, you’ll never know! Worst of all? I’ll have to pretend to be your friend when deep down, I hate you, hate you with a passion. This will be one sham of a friendship, sorry that it had to come to this but you deserve no better. I hate you. I hope you choke. I wont forget this, and I will never forgive you.
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.(Memoirs of a Geisha)
And thats just a random picture of Buster Keaton....
And thats just a random picture of Buster Keaton....
- Location:Graveyard of buried dreams
- Mood: depressed
- Music:Jason Webley - Music that tears itself apart
2007 - The Importance of Being Earnest: Gwendolyn
2007 - Trapped in Deaths Embrace (Vampire) Ophelia
2007 - Opium Courtesan
2007 - Bar Wench
2007 - Crack Addict
2007 - Green Fairy
- Location:Your Pants
- Mood:
drained - Music:silence
Well there you go, some sweet pictures of Alice in Wonderland. Wouldn't Johnny Depp be wonderful as the Madhatter? I want an Alice in Wonderland role play outfit, though I would be quiet content with the Madhatter's hat.
Is it strange that I find the caterpilla orgasmic?
Like the pictures? I seem to collect them these days....
Actually, I should be writing an essay about Stop all the Clocks so I know what to write for my exam. I should also be practicing for my German exam which is on the same day as the English exam and my drama performance. I could also be writing that Biology paper. What I fucking don’t understand about school is why the fuck squeeze in all those important things into the last few weeks of school? I just don’t see how anyone could possibly benefit from it. But worst of all, whenever I sit down to write an unimaginative piece of crap paper, I end up doing something else, like I am right now. No, I don’t want to fail, but I also don’t want to waste my free time.
On Thursday night I realized how something – the fact that I no longer have feeling for the people I had looked on lovingly and called my “friends”. In fact, being in their company for the duration of Macbeth made me realize that these people are complete idiots. Bimbos with highlighted, layered, jelled, heads full of air. They dress the same, they act the same, they think the same, and they are the same. I was reduced to numbed silence. I just couldn’t think of anything to say to them. I pretended to be sending a long meaningful text to someone during the interval when I found myself standing amongst them – just to avoid conversation. Why do people have to change? No, I assure, it is not me who has changed. I have had no reason to change. Standing there amongst them, I felt alone. Alone in a crowd of people. It was one of the most miserable realizations I have had to face over the years. I must have accidentally forgotten that I was not alone, because it led Courtney to ask, “Why do you look so sad?” How could I not be sad? After a year of heartbreak, to find myself so far yet so near. Then it hit me. I had stopped caring about them long ago. My artificial courtesy was a mere façade to shelter my hatred. It’s better to be alone than surround yourself with people you despise. Which comes to the matter of Riorden. I guess he is a shoulder to cry on, nothing more, nothing less. We disagree about most things; I don’t even know what holds this friendship together. I guess no one wants to be alone. Each day I fall deeper for Him. I must let go. It might take some time, but it will prevail in the end. My heart is highly unskilled in the art of affection as it is, so why should this matter. Hitler called his autobiography ‘Mein Kampf’ – My Struggle, this could be mine.
Winter nights are cold in their despondence, so here I sit and yearn for something undecided that doesn’t exist. Why do I have to be so morose? I could easily leave the house for a drink and a smoke, yet that would require an effort. I can’t stand my own company anymore. My procrastination of an existence made meaningless is so tiresome. Where is all the Freedom, Truth, Beauty, and Love? Are we so bowed down by the chains of society that those words mean nothing?
- Location:The Dark
- Mood: crushed
- Music:Heaven Help Us - MCR
I should be at school right now, but I'm glad I'm not because I would be sulking in some corner counting the minutes. Damn it Satine, if only you were here! We could go to the city and shop at Off Ya Tree and then sit around in Starbucks checking out all of the dishy emo boys as they go past! Or walk around King George Squar oggling all of the dishy emos! Well after my hitchhiking experiance, now I've been inspired to write an Outsiders fanfic where the boys pick up a hitchhiker - this girl thats run away - well I could write it decent if I tried hard, I dont even know what the Outsiders have to do with this, I think I must have been recalling a conversation I had with you! Well I'll make a lousy attempt at it and see what happens from here. Ever since that bitch left me that comment, I've never been more determined to prove them wrong. I mean I wouldnt be supprised if someone wrote the modern day version of the outsiders, only instead of it being Greasers vs Socs, it would be Emos vs Preps LOL!
Well while you were using your brain at school and making yourself useful, I wrote this, it dosnt have a name or anything yet, but hell, I've given it a go....
xXx
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Sugar
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The cars headlights flared in the night. I ran a hand through my hair and flipped it back, straightened my back and pushed my chest out – chances are it would be a man this time, I’d been able to get this far doing just this and it had worked, why should anything happen now? Sure, I hadn’t had a shower in three days and my freshly dyed bright red hair looked like a crows nest, but hell, what happens happens, besides so far fate had been on my side. As the car approached, I stuck out my thumb to indicate my intentions, hoping for it to come to a halt.
My stomach churned as the car rolled up beside me. ‘Every thing ok, ma’am?’ Asked the policeman, leaning out of the window trying to get a better look at me.
‘Yes, sir,’ I said, my voice shaking, ‘Just going for a walk.’
‘Not the safest part of town to be going for a walk in, ma’am, maybe I could give you a lift somewhere?’ he suggested, narrowing his eyes at me.
‘Its alright, I live here.’ I lied and waited for him to move on.
‘Well you have a good night then, stay safe.’ He said to my relief, as the car drove off. That was a close call; I must be more careful next time. Another car’s light flared in the distance as I sprang back to my original pose and hoped for better luck this time
‘Well I take it that Darry’s happy with you now that your grades an all have improved again,’ said Sodapop, ‘Remember what I’ve told you, Pony.’ He put his hand out the window and flicked the cigarette butt into the night.
‘Yeah…I guess he is,’ I picked up the box and passed him another cigarette, taking on for myself and lighting it, ‘He’s better than he used to be.’ I slumped back down in my seat and stared out the window. A few meters ahead of us, a girl stood under the streetlamp, sticking her thumb out to their car in hope of hitching a ride. ‘Hey, Soda, look.’
Sodapop whistled, ‘Think we should give her a ride?’ he asked for my opinion, checking himself in the mirror.
‘Yeah, I guess.’ he pulled over on the curb and the car stopped, the girl, her intense crimson hair falling down her shoulders as she ran over to the car and opened the back door.
‘Hey!’ she smiled at me and turned to look at Sodapop, ‘I’m glad you guys came along, I nearly got a lift from the pigs instead!’ she joked, her bright eyes sparkling as she arranged herself on the back seat. The dark circles under her eyes and disheveled appearance suggested that she was a street kid or a runaway…or could she be something worse…
‘So where’re you heading?’ Sodapop asked, taking a drag on his cigarette before picking up the box and offering one to the girl.
‘Thanks,’ she smiled, took one and put it in her mouth, her lips curving as she held the cigarette in her mouth and waited for me to light it, ‘That’s for me to know, love.’
‘Well where would you like me to drop you off then?’ asked Sodapop.
‘Wherever, I don’t mind.’ She said innocently and flicked some ash out the window, ‘So do you boys usually pick up hitch hikers?’
She was no older than me, maybe younger even, but she kept calling us ‘boys’ as if she was speaking to someone much younger. The jeans she wore were ripped and the leather jacket she wore two sizes too big – probably stolen – I decided. The bright red hair made it impossible for me to focus on anything else, obviously it was not her natural color but a dye, yet it still looked striking. Given a bath and cleaned up, she could be a really pretty girl and probably once was.
‘Sometimes,’ said Soda, ‘But they’re not always as pretty as you, sugar.’
She rolled her eyes, ‘Cut the sweet talk, aren’t you at least gonna start the car?’
‘Oh my, princess, it’s just that with your hair oh so bright, I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to focus on the road.’ He teased and started the car.
‘Sodapop…’ I groaned; this was just getting awkward. It’s not like I hadn’t seen my brother try to chat a girl up before, still, I didn’t like being around when he did. She seemed like a nice girl, knowing Soda, he would probably keep chatting her up the whole ride.
‘I like your hair, is that your natural color?’ he asked, knowing full well what the answer was going to be.
‘Oh yes, absolutely natural, straight from the bottle, the curtains match too!’ she taunted him. I blushed scarlet and looked away. She looked at me and laughed, not the sort of giggle a nice girl might give, but a mocking laugh. I think Soda was embarrassed too though he tried not to show it, and laughed it off.
‘Charming!’ he exclaimed, ‘Now I must find out for myself!’ he kidded.
‘When your done being a creep, be so kind as to tell me where you’re going.’
‘Ooh easy there! Well we’re going home…and how about you? Got folk around here?’
‘No.’
‘So you’re not from around here then?’ I asked, ‘What’s your name?’
‘Scarlett,’ she said and paused, probably waiting for Soda to make some witty remark like I knew he was bursting to do, ‘You’re Sodapop, and you are…?’
‘Ponyboy.’ Now for her to say something about my name and ask if my parents were on crack when they named me, ‘So what’s a girl like you doing on the streets at night?’
She rolled her eyes, ‘Selling my body to the night,’ she said sarcastically, ‘Look…’ she paused and thought about what she was going to say, ‘besides, that’s for me to know.’
‘And for me to find out.’ Joked Sodapop. I wanted to ask where she’d run away from and why, but I knew better then to ask. If she wanted us to know, she would have said so. Scarlett turned to me, ‘How old are you?’
‘Sixteen, and Soda’s eighteen.’
‘I’m sixteen.’
‘So I guess you hitchhike a lot…I mean, aren’t you scared we’ll take you some where, and you know…’ well at least I hope she knew what I meant, those things happened all the time.
She laughed, ‘Not you two, no! Besides, I hitchhiked all the way here and nothings happened!’
The car pulled up in the drive and Sodapop stopped the motor. Inside Darry was probably sitting in the living room reading the paper, waiting for us; I could here the others too, Dally yelling about some Soc…
‘So what are you gonna do?’ asked Sodapop, ‘You got anywhere to go?
‘Bite me. I don’t care really, whatever turns up.’
‘Well, you wanna come in for a bit? Darry and the others won’t mind.’
‘A girl all alone in a house full of guys? Hmm…sounds a bit risky to me..’ she said sarcastically and got out of the car.
‘Don’t worry, they wont hurt you, besides, Ponyboy Here will look after you.’ Said Soda, winking at me as we walked up the drive, ‘Wont you, Ponyboy?’
‘Don’t worry; it’s a risk I’m willing to take.’ Said Scarlet, walking beside me, back straight, head held high. What the hell was wrong with her? Wasn’t she even scared? I though of the girls at school, girls like Cherry and Marcia – and tried to picture them doing something like this but couldn’t. I’d never met a girl like this, who spoke to us on our own level and was so easy going about it. I wondered if she had a nice family back home missing her and waiting for her to come home. How long had she been gone for? What was I thinking?! A girl like that would never run away from her home in the first place! Girls like that wouldn’t even give guys like me the time of day.
‘Nice place you’ve got here, Ponyboy, now are you sure your parents won’t mind me?’ she asked, ‘I mean, I’ll go now if you want me to…’
‘No!’ I cried, surprised at myself, ‘It’s fine, I don’t have any parents, and Darry’s a nice guy, he’ll understand.’
‘Oh.’ She put her hand on my arm, ‘I don’t have any parents either. But thanks for taking me in.’
‘Did they die?’ I asked, unaware of the effect this would have on her.
‘No!’ she shot back, tears springing into her eyes, ‘I just have any, ok?’
‘Ok, jeeze, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…’ I waited to be rescued from this topic before she started to cry, because what was I supposed to do then? Soda knocked and Darry appeared at the door.
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- Location:dark white room
- Music:Maralin Manson - Sweet Dreams
In regards to the comment left on my previous entry,
I couldn't but help come to the conclusion that you despise me. Is this due to your own personal arrogance, or is it simply because you get great pleasure from insulting people of the lower hierarchy? I understand that you are an egotistical person pleased with the high rank and self importance you posses here, but sometimes one must consider that we are not all born with the same inconceivable intelligence you give the impression of possesing. Surely someone of your superiority would be able to recognise! But alas, that is something you will probably wish to elaborate on later.
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Sugar
- Location:dark white room
- Mood: crushed
- Music:Funeral for a friend - Monsters
Every parents nightmare is to wake up in the middle of the night to find the police standing at the door. Well the world our parents grew up in is gone. Lost are the days when you could trust your neighbours and leave the door unlocked when you went out, and not having to worry about your young children playing in the yard. In a new sick and twisted world where technology shall prove to be our downfall, the internet has become a dangerous place for our kids. Oh fuck it, I sound like someones mother, well I'm almost Alex's mother considering I had to nearly raise him myself.
My point is, a good friend of mine introduced me to this website - that shall remain nameless- and got me to make an account.
Out of all the bad things I've done, that has got to be one of my biggest mistakes. Basically you make an account, put some pictures of yourself up, and within minutes, men in their 40s leave you seedy remarks. Eventually dateless sexless desperate virgins try to get lucky too. I'm not feminist, but fuck me, being treated like an object is sick and wrong. These people dont even know who you are and already they message you and tell you how they want to 'lie on top of you' . How perfectly dispicable! This is how it all happens - girl meats boy on the internet - boy is a 40yr old man who lives in his parents garage and very much wants to meet girl. Girl goes to meet boy - gets her throat slit in the dark and raped. Sure, From Hell is about Jack the ripper - a man who killed prostitutes in cold blood, but it also has Johnny Depp in it...where was I?
Ah yes, I think its time I gave back something to the world I've taken so much from. I am going to play a little game with them. I will lure these men to me - something that has so far proved as easy - and I will bait them into this trap. I will be the pawn, I shall make myself out as the vunerable young girl that I am and invite them to come meet me - for sex - something they would not be able to resist, as it does not take a genious to figur out the minds of these sick perverts who boast their '8inches'. Waiting to meet them will be me sitting on a park bench in the dark waiting...and as he wraps his arms around me in a deathly embrace - the police will swarm around him and drag him off to jail - thus preventing him from doing it to any of the vunerable sluts he's likely to come across. I Sugar, shall be the heroin of this novel. Just wait and see.
- Location:small white room
- Music:Greenday - Basket Case
My only friend from The Group is also in exile so it was safe for us to spend the day together without having to worry about the rest of them as they've made it clear that they no longer want her, and have wished me gone from this world for a while now. The idea to go and exploit myself at Shakeiara's party on friday night is tempting, but is not something that I am wilful to endure. The routine of her infamous party is for one to bring their own booze and some to share with the company and everyone joins in. Soon everyone is intoxicated and that ofcourse leads to carnal matters. I've given up last nights opportunity, and shall do the same with this one. Today was spent browsing for trinkets at the mall and then a trip to the city where I came upon two guys I most sincerly detest - Sam and Callum who suprised me by plowing their way through the crowds of emo kids of whom there were more than usual in the city.
I bought a woven bandana from one of those 'smelly buddah shops' as Riorden refers to them, and a navy blue tshirt with a green peacock on it...to symbolise the demise of vanity.
The conversation was sluggish and mostly music and guy orientated. I felt empty. To have company after so many lonely days spent in my room painting and drinking in solitude, I am not so accustomed to being in human company.
It was almost like the good old days when we wagged school and went to the city to loiter around, but not the same. I know I've changed. I'm not as loud and cheerful as I was back in the old days when I was free to be myself and had the other four from our quintette accompanying me. The only bright cheerful thing about me these days is my hair, thats where it ends. I walk around head cast down, I hate the memories that linger on every foot path. Everywhere I go I recall them. I dont recall my love for them, only my hatred. I hope they choke.
On friday I'll be going to Pete's. Hopefully Daniel will be there and Stacy wont. Maybe this time I will be able to make amends for this mondays actions. But then again, fate always conspires against me so why even get my hopes up? I was saying to Erin today, 'I could sure go for a fuck right now...'
And who knows, maybe if I get the chance, I will, just so I know what its like...or maybe because I'm just such a whore that theres no point in waiting.
'Tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering campaign.
I bet to them your name is "Cheap", I bet to them you look like shh...
Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears. '
And I know, and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up. '
xXx
<3
Sugar
- Location:cushy black chair
- Music:Kaiser Chefs - Ruby
Introducing Scarlett, also known as Sugar, mistress of John Wilmot Second Earl of Rochester.
Best known for her wild intoxicated behaviour and success on the Drury Lane stage.
- Location:cushy black chair
- Music:Black Sabbath - Suicide Solution
So when Daniel, oh how he looks like Johnny......, whispered in my ear,
'Do you want to go for a walk.' I knew that I had won, again. But what do to about Stacy?!
Well alas cruel fate - she decided she'd come along to! Sweet Jesus why do you do this to me?!
I was so off my face by then that I couldnt walk in a straight line and had to have them hold me up. Daniel on my right, he wrapped his arm around my waist and held my other hand in his, and I was estatic, but then I remembered Stacy was there...
I said so many foolish things! I told them about the whole 'Sugar' thing and got slapped in return by Stacy who said she would fuck me up real bad if she ever found out I was going around with guys calling myself Sugar...making things worse for myself when I said, 'Oh but its too late now....' oh Christ it was a nightmare. Then Stacy started asking me if I had been fucking anyone and all that stuff - right infront of Dan - ughhhhhhhhhh! And going on to lecture me about the many crimes I'd commited, the whole time Daniel was sitting there smugly, probably recalling those times....oh if only she new! She was going on about how I need to go for guys my own age and stuff like that when Dan winked at me and I burst out laughing and then it was a very awkward moment because this was our little joke.
Well they ended up walking me the whole way home - an hour long walk....but now he knows where I live...which is always good...
I should be ashamed of myself!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate hate hate hate myself right now....but one has to be happy....
Sam, the first time in ages that I was genuinly happy was Thursday - because I was with you! Normally I'm not happy unless I'm with a guy...but this was a first! I love you so much and dont you ever forget it!
Awww darling the Moulin Rouge perfumes!!!!!! Hahaha awww I just remember what you said!
But why is this killing me so much?! This morning I woke up badly hung over and then the worst part of the morning after - when you start to recal the night before...all that hit me and God help me! The next time I see him I will act all dignified and refined - I will show him what a proper lady I can be, though he will see through the act straight away, chances are, it will amuse him - 'You're no lady...'
I'll do it, I have to. Its too late now, but I must make the effort. Its not an easy task and theres no use decieving myself...but oh if only you knew what despicable thoughts are going through my head at this moment - an example;
Me: Hmm when he see's me at the funeral in that black dress...oh he wont be able to take his eyes off me! Shame I dont have any nice black shoes...fuck what will I do about the shoes?! Ok, I'll worry about that later, first I must go out and buy the black crepe for my hair...Yes my hair...I'll have it in loose ringlets - he likes it like that - and I'll have the black crepe on my hair...oh it will look so modest but sexy!!!
WTF?! I am SICK! This is a funeral I'm talking about, and that is all I can thing of?! I am so ashamed of myself! But I must look decent because I'm going to be a pall bearer....WTF is a pall bearer?! Oh I hate myself, I sound so disgustingly vain...I dont know how to deal with this.
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His hand brushed my cheek, he ran his hand through my hair, holding me in his arms as if I would fall to pieces if he were to let go. I felt his lips on mine as he kissed me tenderly and embraced me, holding me against him, his eyes closing again. I lay in his arms, the darkness of the coffin enclosing me in its satin silence. The thirst stirred within me, pulsating like venom through my veins as I waited for Louis to wake. The ornate black coffin lid beside us was slid open as I heard Lestat rise, his movement that of a feline. I felt Louis stir and open his eyes.
He smiled and took my hand, 'How did you sleep, darling?' his brilliant green eyes glimmering in the darkness.
Lestat was moving around the room lighting candles, muttering to himself. 'Louis, am I dead now?' I asked, holding up my hand that was still entwined with his and comparing the two, both lithe and white, glass like nails that glittered. He took my hand and kissed it, looking me in the eyes before giving me an answer.
'Yes, Ophelia, you're one of us now,' he said, his voice tinged with some sadness. Lestat has already risen. Are you hungry?'
Lestat slid the coffin lid open and stood over us bathed in the candle light. He extended a russet sleeved arm towards me and helped me rise from the coffin.
'Oh ma chere!' he exclaimed, pulling me towards him and taking me in his arms, examining me, his alabaster hands running through my hair and along the skin on my neck. He buried his face in my neck, his lips brushing my collar bone.
'Oh Ophelia...' he murmured crushing me against him, 'my beauty, chere...' he smiled and began to kiss me. Louis stood by the coffin enraged.
Lestat opened one eye and looked at him, before turning back to me and kissing me more fervently as Louis watched.
His hand raced to my shoulder and began to slide off my sleeve. He pushed me onto the sofa, and crawling on top of me began to unlace my corset. I searched the room for
Louis, only to find him standing by the fire place with his back to us. Lestat laughed and held me down, he leant forward and bit at the black lace of my corset, tearing it so it hung from his mouth playfully. 'What’s the matter, ma chere?!' he exclaimed as I pulled away, the black lace still hanging from his mouth. 'A little bit of fun never hurt anyone.' he teased and took a glance at Louis.
'Lestat...please?' I whispered and edged away from him on the sofa, pushing up my sleeve and fixing up my clothes.
'Don't you want to please your husband on your honeymoon?' he asked and burst into a fit of laughter. Louis turned around and crossed the room.
'I'm not your bride, Lestat!' I hissed, my fists clenched at my side as I glared at him.
'Oh ma chere! It’s the hunger that torments you and makes you talk such nonsense!' He took my hand in his and held up my wrist to the light, 'Its time you fed.' he spoke to me as though I was a child, his tone tender and loving yet at the same time poisonous in its sweetness.
Louis reached for me and took me in his arms, holding me out of Lestat's reach, fixing up the torn lace and tying the strings Lestat had unlaced back in place, 'I'll go find you something to wear for tonight.' he said to me and kissed my cheek before leaving the room. Lestat was lying on the couch staring at the chandelier; he sprung to life as Louis left the room, and once again his attention was drawn to me.
'Come here, ma chere.' he said, beckoning to me. I didn’t move.
'Fine!' he cried and strode towards me, his face fixated in a snarl. I backed away. 'Oh for the love of...! He exclaimed, noticing my scared expression. 'Sit down, I'm not going to hurt you.' he indicated at the chair opposite the vanity table. I sat down and stared at the mirror. He put his hands on my shoulders and brushed away a loose curl. I grimaced.
'Don't make that face, because if the wind changes, it will get stuck that way.' he chuckled at his own joke and rummaged inside the draws for a silver handed ivory comb. He spread my hair so that it cascaded down my bare shoulders and proceeded to brush it. I stared into the mirror hypnotized as he combed out the tangles in my curls and arranged the delicate pearl ornaments. In the mirror I saw the door open and Louis stand in the doorway transfixed, a lilac gown hanging on his arm. Lestat finished with my hair and grinned with delight, bringing his head down and kissing me on the cheek.
Louis laughed; his laugh seemed to echo through the room, he was once again radiant, having fed just moments before. Lestat smirked, 'Sustained by the rats, Louis? You're like a stray cat!' he teased at some private joke that I did not understand; Lestat turned to me and winked.
Louis smiled sheepishly and unfolded the dress. I stood up and he held it before me, the pale lilac silk falling around my feet.
'Are you lost, madam?' inquired the handsome young man as he walked towards me. I gave him a nervous smile and let him take my hand in his, looking searchingly into his eyes.
'I'm afraid I am, good sir,' I began sweetly, moving closer to him, 'you wouldn’t know how I could get to Holbrook Street?'
'Why of course, my dear, it’s just a street away, I'm heading there myself.' He said, leading me through the crowds. I saw an empty bench nearby and put my hand to my head, exclaiming, 'Oh I feel so feverish, can we rest a minute?' without hesitating he lead me to the bench. I sat beside him, letting my head roll onto his shoulder and closed my eyes. I felt his face move closer to mine before I leant in and sunk my teeth into his neck. I felt a pair of hands cover my eyes and laughed.
'Guess who?'
'Louis?'
'Wrong!' said Lestat and let go. He looked approvingly at the young man slumped on the bench beside me and laughed again.
'Oh the innocence of it! You delight me, Ophelia!'
The young man must have been drinking, because as his warm live blood ran through my veins tinged with wine, my head felt light and I laughed!
'Would you look at this, Louis! She's drunk!' he cried and clapped his hands. Louis, who appeared beside him silently, reached out and gathered me in his arms.
'Are you still thirsty?' he asked, searching my eyes, wiping the last traces of blood from my lips with his finger. I considered it for a moment before my attention was taken by a chestnut seller.
'Nice 'ot chesnuts!' he called to the passers by, 'Come get some chesnuts before the night!'
He called to no one in particular. Before I knew it I was out of Louis's arms and walking towards him.
'Some chesnuts, madame?'
'Please.' I said, and exchanged my money for a bag of the nuts. Oh the aroma! The burning sensation I held in my hands! Never as a mortal had I felt like this, now with my vampire senses it over whelmed me. I reached into the bag and began to peel the soft brown shell. Lestat laughed.
'That’s so adorable! Look, Louis! She was going to put it in her mouth and eat it!' he cried, putting an arm around me and holding me close, 'In death your mortal feelings still live!'
The chestnuts had grown cold now and I felt foolish to be so ridiculed by Lestat. I started to walk away from them heading towards Regent Street which now swarmed with nightlife.
'Don’t be like that!' called Lestat, following me, until he was right behind me. Louis swept me into his arms.
'Let’s go home, ma chere...' he began only to be cut off by me. 'Let go of me!' I shrieked, pushing him off, his eyes full of hurt, looked to Lestat who seemed to be enjoying the drama.
'Oh Ophelia, my love, so caught up in your mortal emotions tonight. You forget what you are…'
I grabbed Lestat by the collar and held him in my grasp, he didn’t resist and waited calmly for me to proceed. 'For as long as I live, unlike you, I will NEVER forget how it was to be human. Do you not think that I feel pain each time I take an innocent life? I die inside! You kill indiscriminately and feel nothing, you disgust me!'
'Oh sticks and stones, ma chere.' said Lestat, rolling his eyes and eyeing a pretty blonde flower seller that was standing near by, already fantasizing about what he would do to her.
'I HATE YOU!' I screamed pushed him away.
'OPHELIA!' he roared, hurting the ears of passers by who stopped to stare before moving on again.
'Let her go, Lestat,' said Louis, putting a hand on Lestats arm to stop him from going after me.
He smiled and took my hand, 'How did you sleep, darling?' his brilliant green eyes glimmering in the darkness.
Lestat was moving around the room lighting candles, muttering to himself. 'Louis, am I dead now?' I asked, holding up my hand that was still entwined with his and comparing the two, both lithe and white, glass like nails that glittered. He took my hand and kissed it, looking me in the eyes before giving me an answer.
'Yes, Ophelia, you're one of us now,' he said, his voice tinged with some sadness. Lestat has already risen. Are you hungry?'
Lestat slid the coffin lid open and stood over us bathed in the candle light. He extended a russet sleeved arm towards me and helped me rise from the coffin.
'Oh ma chere!' he exclaimed, pulling me towards him and taking me in his arms, examining me, his alabaster hands running through my hair and along the skin on my neck. He buried his face in my neck, his lips brushing my collar bone.
'Oh Ophelia...' he murmured crushing me against him, 'my beauty, chere...' he smiled and began to kiss me. Louis stood by the coffin enraged.
Lestat opened one eye and looked at him, before turning back to me and kissing me more fervently as Louis watched.
His hand raced to my shoulder and began to slide off my sleeve. He pushed me onto the sofa, and crawling on top of me began to unlace my corset. I searched the room for
Louis, only to find him standing by the fire place with his back to us. Lestat laughed and held me down, he leant forward and bit at the black lace of my corset, tearing it so it hung from his mouth playfully. 'What’s the matter, ma chere?!' he exclaimed as I pulled away, the black lace still hanging from his mouth. 'A little bit of fun never hurt anyone.' he teased and took a glance at Louis.
'Lestat...please?' I whispered and edged away from him on the sofa, pushing up my sleeve and fixing up my clothes.
'Don't you want to please your husband on your honeymoon?' he asked and burst into a fit of laughter. Louis turned around and crossed the room.
'I'm not your bride, Lestat!' I hissed, my fists clenched at my side as I glared at him.
'Oh ma chere! It’s the hunger that torments you and makes you talk such nonsense!' He took my hand in his and held up my wrist to the light, 'Its time you fed.' he spoke to me as though I was a child, his tone tender and loving yet at the same time poisonous in its sweetness.
Louis reached for me and took me in his arms, holding me out of Lestat's reach, fixing up the torn lace and tying the strings Lestat had unlaced back in place, 'I'll go find you something to wear for tonight.' he said to me and kissed my cheek before leaving the room. Lestat was lying on the couch staring at the chandelier; he sprung to life as Louis left the room, and once again his attention was drawn to me.
'Come here, ma chere.' he said, beckoning to me. I didn’t move.
'Fine!' he cried and strode towards me, his face fixated in a snarl. I backed away. 'Oh for the love of...! He exclaimed, noticing my scared expression. 'Sit down, I'm not going to hurt you.' he indicated at the chair opposite the vanity table. I sat down and stared at the mirror. He put his hands on my shoulders and brushed away a loose curl. I grimaced.
'Don't make that face, because if the wind changes, it will get stuck that way.' he chuckled at his own joke and rummaged inside the draws for a silver handed ivory comb. He spread my hair so that it cascaded down my bare shoulders and proceeded to brush it. I stared into the mirror hypnotized as he combed out the tangles in my curls and arranged the delicate pearl ornaments. In the mirror I saw the door open and Louis stand in the doorway transfixed, a lilac gown hanging on his arm. Lestat finished with my hair and grinned with delight, bringing his head down and kissing me on the cheek.
Louis laughed; his laugh seemed to echo through the room, he was once again radiant, having fed just moments before. Lestat smirked, 'Sustained by the rats, Louis? You're like a stray cat!' he teased at some private joke that I did not understand; Lestat turned to me and winked.
Louis smiled sheepishly and unfolded the dress. I stood up and he held it before me, the pale lilac silk falling around my feet.
'Are you lost, madam?' inquired the handsome young man as he walked towards me. I gave him a nervous smile and let him take my hand in his, looking searchingly into his eyes.
'I'm afraid I am, good sir,' I began sweetly, moving closer to him, 'you wouldn’t know how I could get to Holbrook Street?'
'Why of course, my dear, it’s just a street away, I'm heading there myself.' He said, leading me through the crowds. I saw an empty bench nearby and put my hand to my head, exclaiming, 'Oh I feel so feverish, can we rest a minute?' without hesitating he lead me to the bench. I sat beside him, letting my head roll onto his shoulder and closed my eyes. I felt his face move closer to mine before I leant in and sunk my teeth into his neck. I felt a pair of hands cover my eyes and laughed.
'Guess who?'
'Louis?'
'Wrong!' said Lestat and let go. He looked approvingly at the young man slumped on the bench beside me and laughed again.
'Oh the innocence of it! You delight me, Ophelia!'
The young man must have been drinking, because as his warm live blood ran through my veins tinged with wine, my head felt light and I laughed!
'Would you look at this, Louis! She's drunk!' he cried and clapped his hands. Louis, who appeared beside him silently, reached out and gathered me in his arms.
'Are you still thirsty?' he asked, searching my eyes, wiping the last traces of blood from my lips with his finger. I considered it for a moment before my attention was taken by a chestnut seller.
'Nice 'ot chesnuts!' he called to the passers by, 'Come get some chesnuts before the night!'
He called to no one in particular. Before I knew it I was out of Louis's arms and walking towards him.
'Some chesnuts, madame?'
'Please.' I said, and exchanged my money for a bag of the nuts. Oh the aroma! The burning sensation I held in my hands! Never as a mortal had I felt like this, now with my vampire senses it over whelmed me. I reached into the bag and began to peel the soft brown shell. Lestat laughed.
'That’s so adorable! Look, Louis! She was going to put it in her mouth and eat it!' he cried, putting an arm around me and holding me close, 'In death your mortal feelings still live!'
The chestnuts had grown cold now and I felt foolish to be so ridiculed by Lestat. I started to walk away from them heading towards Regent Street which now swarmed with nightlife.
'Don’t be like that!' called Lestat, following me, until he was right behind me. Louis swept me into his arms.
'Let’s go home, ma chere...' he began only to be cut off by me. 'Let go of me!' I shrieked, pushing him off, his eyes full of hurt, looked to Lestat who seemed to be enjoying the drama.
'Oh Ophelia, my love, so caught up in your mortal emotions tonight. You forget what you are…'
I grabbed Lestat by the collar and held him in my grasp, he didn’t resist and waited calmly for me to proceed. 'For as long as I live, unlike you, I will NEVER forget how it was to be human. Do you not think that I feel pain each time I take an innocent life? I die inside! You kill indiscriminately and feel nothing, you disgust me!'
'Oh sticks and stones, ma chere.' said Lestat, rolling his eyes and eyeing a pretty blonde flower seller that was standing near by, already fantasizing about what he would do to her.
'I HATE YOU!' I screamed pushed him away.
'OPHELIA!' he roared, hurting the ears of passers by who stopped to stare before moving on again.
'Let her go, Lestat,' said Louis, putting a hand on Lestats arm to stop him from going after me.
I walked fast, a shadow unseen by the mortals that swarmed around me in the light like magnificent butterflies, the beat of their hearts synchronized, pounding through my head, the press of their souls enough to suffocate me. The gay laughter of the rich that descended from carriages, the fluttering of exquisite feathered fans and the aromatic cigar smoke, the night coming alive consumed me. Past the hubbub of Regent Street and Mayfair I walked on until I came upon
White chapel where fragments of my mortal life were everywhere I turned. The cobblestones I walked in mortal life, the shops and cafes where I sat with my admirers who poured champagne into crystal glasses for me until I was senseless enough to submit to them. The life I had known and loved so well now snatched away from me. Had people even noticed I was gone? Or did they just
Let me slip into the dark oblivion of this heartless city in which thousands before me have disappeared never to be seen again. But did anyone of them ever care enough to search for me?
The answer was plain to see, the orange lamp light that illuminated the curtained window of my old room was enough for me to understand. I was never a person to them. They never loved me. I was just another pretty face, a bird kept in a gilded cage kept to entertain them each time the curtain rose. I meant nothing to them, so why should they mean anything to me? Lestat was ruthless in his killing, luring them to him like butterflies to nectar, never stopping to consider their families and loved ones. So selfish and despicable. I hated him. I hated the way he treated me like a kitten, like a doll, a replacement for the girl he lost! And Louis! He let Lestat control him like a marionette! The way Lestat had him in his grasp, like he would never have me. The night was still young, the streets full of people, though this time they possessed a more shabby, dishelved appearance, something I had never seemed to recognize in life struck me like a cruel slap in the face. The consumptious rasping coughing coming from a beggar huddled beneath rags and grime on the stoop entranced me, the rattling sound his lungs made as something seemed to rattle around within them while he chocked on his own blood. Blood. The fresh metallic scent that awoke me from my trance as it spluttered onto the cobblestones from the mouth of the beggar. The crimson liquid pouring onto the ground, illuminated in the lamplight, reflecting the moving shapes of passers by. Warm as it tickled my lips and danced on my tongue, the sensation pouring through my body I licked at the liquid, scraping the moist cobblestones. I licked my lips before lifting my head. A pile of rags lay in place of where the beggar had sat, a jostling blood gathered around me. I pushed back my long hair and stood up.
The people’s faces twisted in horrified anger, starting appalled, keeping their distance, mothers clutching their children, covering their faces with handkerchiefs and turning a way, a police constable began to push through the crowd, waving his truncheon as people cleared the path.
Whispers of 'Monster!' echoed through the crowd as the constable approached. His face twisted in disgust as he saw the blood that stained my lips, reaching out a hand to grab me with. I pulled back my lips to bare my protruding fang teeth and watched him crumple to the ground clutching at his heart. I shrieked and raised my outstretched claw like arms towards the crowd who instantly darted out of my way and ran for shelter. An insane guttural laughter echoing from my mouth as I disappeared down the series of dark alleys that led to my Mayfair home. I slowed to a human pace as I passed by St Giles church. The stained glass windows dull and lifeless, the churchyard hollow and empty. A heart beat faintly. It echoed in the silence, no more than a fraction of a normal mortal heartbeat. Slow and hypnotic, struggling with each breath. I searched the yard, my attention focusing on a small basket standing beside the rotten wooden door. Inside the moth eaten blanket lay a child, only a few days old, wrapped crudely in frayed linen, it shivered in the wind. I stood there staring at the child, my mortal emotions beginning to come back to me.
Nothing unusual. One of the thousands of unwanted children left on door steps, it had no chance.
It was already dead, for it had no future in this cruel, unforgivable world where survival was left to the fittest and small children onto the mercy of the Lord to whom they seemed to no longer matter. Cold and half starved, the child clung onto life while I stood watching it die, marveling at my own cruelty.
There are memories that we try to bury, like the dead left to decay in churchyards, they are left to decompose at the back of our minds, unpleasant to look back on, to be forgotten as time goes on. How I had come into this world would always remain a mystery to me. I knew not mother, nor father, both being dead to the Cholera epidemic that swept through the slums and carried them off before I was old enough to have any distinguishable memory of them. Left unto the mercy of our surviving neighbors, I was passed on from family to family, never staying long enough in one place to form attachment to any of them. By my 10th year I accompanied McGregor on his nightly pillaging of houses, half starved and small, I easily climbed the drainpipes and slipped through windows and into the houses of the wealthy, rummaging through their valuables for gold and silver, enough to satisfy McGregor, my elderly guardian who exploited me for his criminal pursuits while he waited around the corner, ready to run and save himself. Twice I was thrown in the Clink and threatened with Transportation to the new world. At 12 I stood on street corners singing popular ballads outside shops for pennies while Christmas shoppers passed me by. The great 'Masterio' a magician down on his luck desperate for an assistant offered me a position I could never refuse. Every day in Covent Garden I would enter his box of 'mystery' each time, a different character, sometimes a girl, a boy, a lady, an old woman, a gentleman, I would startle the public by persuading them that it was the real thing. Mr. Alto, owner of a small theatre in Drury lane had taken an interest in me, and after a sum of 10 pounds had exchanged hands, my acting career had begun. For the first time people were taking an interest in me and I was being looked after and treated with kindness and respect, I was no longer breaking the law and my life was getting better. By the age of 16 I was appearing in popular productions, my name featured on the posters besides the names of well known actors. I had admirers, and I had friends, for once in my life I was enjoying myself.
Life had been cruel to me as a child unwanted, why let this child suffer the same way I did, life had taught me the hard way, that sometimes you must be cruel to be kind. A life of poverty and begging awaited the child, mistreatment in an orphanage, an early death in the workhouse, it was a cruel blow that life inflicted, even on the most innocent of us. I bent down and lifted the child from its scant wrappings, the fabric falling to shreds in my hands, and held him up to the light. His face crinkled and he began to cry softly. Only out of my mortal instinct did I hold the child close to me and begin to rock him. 'Hush little baby don’t say a word...' I sang softly, careful to keep my voice barely audible even to the most gentle of mortal ears. The moss covered gravestones over grown with ivy crumbled at my feet, stone cherubs so like the babe in my arms looked down on me smiling as I walked around the graveyard singing the lullaby as the child began to doze off. I sat down on a bench outside a family tomb, the mausoleum long abandoned and soon to collapse. The smell of chrysanthemums, just a small echo now wafted from within. The child lay in my arms, a peaceful expression splayed across his innocent features.
He had been watching me the whole time. Like in the old days when I felt that mortal sensation of intuition indicating that I was not alone, now only sharpened by my vampire senses. I didn’t know whether to be angry and flee, though I felt great shame at having him see me like this.
'Louis,' I said finally, tired of this game, 'I'm not angry anymore. You don’t need to hide.'
The marble angel he had been hiding behind seemed to come to life at once as he melted into view.
His green eyes moved from the babe, then to me, slowly, taking in each of us before opening his mouth.
'I'm sorry about Lestat, he...'
He infuriated me, 'When will you stop making excuses for him? Why let him control you like he does?' I screamed, the child in my arms started to cry. I adjusted him so he'd be more comfortable in my arms and began to sing, 'Hush little...'
Louis looked at us again, this time his look sad as if recalling something too painful before looking away.
'We should find an orphanage, we can't just leave him here.' he said, turning to me again. I ignored him and continued to sing.
'Ophelia!'
I stopped singing and looked at him coldly, my voice shaking, 'No, Louis. You have no idea how cruel what you just said is. You know nothing of what it’s like...' I paused; my throat was growing tense, 'to be unwanted all your life. A life of drudgery and misery awaits this child, only someone as cruel as Lestat would let it live.' I stopped, Louis looked heartbroken the child began to stir, its bright hazel eyes looking up at me for the first time. We do not all have the fortune to get a good look at Death before being swept away, this child being the first of many. To take this child home, a thought that had edged its way from the back of my mind, was not possible. Louis watched me take kneel down amongst the graves and slowly peel back the cloth the child was swaddled in. A silent understanding had passed between us. He looked away as I proceeded to bow my head, and gently, let my teeth gnash at the soft pink flesh of the throat, indulging in the warm crimson liquid as it poured down my throat. It was not long before the faint beating of the child’s heart ceased and I forced myself to pull away. Louis stood beside me as I regained consciousness from the swoon, taking the dead child as it slipped from my arms and placing him back in the basket. He put his arm around me supportively and led me to the bench. I sat there staring at the countless tombstones while he dug a small grave beside a withered rose bush. I held the basket with the child, looking down at his peaceful face as he lay in eternal slumber, thinking of all the children I would never have. Louis finished digging and stood waiting to take the child from my arms. Taking one last look at the child, I kissed him on the forehead, already still and cold, before lowering him into the small tidy grave.
- Location:cushy black chair
- Mood: depressed
- Music:The Killers - Mr Brightside
Well I wasnt looking my best today, but I dont normaly anyway, and today in particular after getting up at 4am and then trying to sleep and then red eyed from pushing back tears after watching Miss Potter on the plain...I wasnt looking too swell. The customs woman hasseled me and I lost my temper and was kind of rude and pissed her off, so that wasnt a good start. Well while my 'dad' future priest of the Catholic church LOL waited for the bags, I went to freshen up and spent 15 minutes in the toilits...when I came out, the COPS darling wanted to 'talk' to me. They took me to this room and started emptying all of my bags and going all Gestapo on my ass! Holyfuck you cannot imagine how angry my dad was with me, because he really did think that I had decieved him and was a pusher!!! I was scared shitless and even though they went through every nook and cranny and didnt find anything, they got this special paper that acts as an indicator and rubbed it all over my stuff...and put it through my mashine...and found traces of Heroin, Cocain, Meth, Dope, and 3 other drugs I'd never even heard off! I swear on your life darling that I've never touched that stuff! Well in the end they gave it up, but I had to give them details and crap so they can 'investigate futher'....oh dear God...I am off drugs forever!
Thats my story for today....
Yesterday was so magical...ahh.....you're my hero!!!! *hugs* have a happy easter love!!!
xXx
<3
I miss you already!
Scarlett, but you can call me sugar ;)
oh and my parents NEVER found out!!!! ;D
- Location:Christchurch NewZealand - Club lounge of Crown Plaza hotel
- Mood:
energetic - Music:elevator music playing in the background
'Today was such a perfect day, cause I spent it with you...' thats a song by Velvet Underground, Love, everytime I hear it, I will think of you!!!!
*Well Satine, we finally met and I am sooooooooo estatic, you really are all I hoped you to be, and such a kindrid spirit, I will keep today close to my heart forever!!! It was perfect!!!!!!! I love you so much!!!!!
After I left you, I braced myself for a excriatingly boooooring hour train ride back home and then...these 5 guys get on!! Well I was pretending to be asleep, and eventhough the carriage was empty and there were heaps of seats, they came and sat right next to me. Well after a while I got sick of pretending to be asleep and 'woke' up. Well they were fooling around and stuff and I guess I glared at them or something, because this really really cute guy spoke up and said, 'Sorry Miss, they are such children.' And from then on he kept talking to me and I was so flattered because I was tired and looked like a dogs dinner and wasnt expecting any male attention because I wasnt looking very pretty and yea!! Well they even ended up catching the same other train as me and sitting with me again, Anthony, the super cute guy sitting right up close to me!!! Well the thing is...when he asked me my name, I said, 'Call me Sugar, love.' haha and this smart arse friend spoke up and said, 'And my names Pepper.' haha that made it awkward but I seriously couldnt believe that this guy - by far the hottest out of the 5 - was actually interested in moi! Well he was really cute and he was even our age, I was so flattered I couldnt believe my luck...well I didnt ask for my number, but he asked for mine and I gave it to him, not without whispering, 'Call me if you ever want to have some good sweet fun.' in his ear....now I'm cringing because I know I sounded like a whore and put him off completly!
But Sam!! We finnaly met!!! I'm going to be thinking of this for ages!!! Awwwwwwwwwww *hugs* and the Libertine was fantastic, trust me on the train those guys must have said 'fuck' and 'cunt' more times than me!!! awwwww *hugs* Cant wait to see you again!!!!
xXx
<3
Yours Forever,
Scarlett
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Louis's face was a mixture of anger and sadness as he pushed through the crowd towards where our carriage waited. The door was pulled open, he sat beside me entwining his fingers with mine, his face sad and tender as he looked at me, then turned to Lestat and stared at him bitterly.
'Oh Louis!' Lestat let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes.
I had not asked for this, I had never even considered something like this ever happening to me. I could not die. As the sun and moon would go on rising and setting, I would not die, I would live forever. A darkness settled upon me that I knew not how to lift.
'Don’t look so sad, ma chere, it will take time, but you will get used to killing, you have all the time in the world.' said Lestat patiently and looked back at Louis who looked distant and lost in thought.
'I don’t know about you two, but I am still hungry!' exclaimed Lestat, looking at me and grinning.
'Where are we going?'
'Covent garden!' said Lestat, 'Nothing but the blood of a fine thespian will do to quench my thirst!'
The carriage came to a halt, Lestat grabbed a top hat and cane as he got out and stood by the carriage outside Her Majesty’s Theatre, extending a white, gloved hand to me. We pushed through the crowds into the lobby, I waited with Louis while Lestat went to arrange our seating. I looked around me nervously, trying to avoid looking at anyone incase I saw anyone who knew me and recognized me.
A spasm of pain ran through my body, I gripped Louis's hand to keep my balance. He put his arm around me and led me towards a sofa on the other side of the room. He took my hands in his and sat beside me on the sofa.
'Am I dying?' I asked, watching as a crowd of bejeweled women strolled past me and went up the spiral staircase.
'Ophelia, your body is dying, but you will live on after it has died,'
he paused and looked over his shoulder before continuing, 'I will stay by your side, it should be over soon.' He stopped, Lestat was striding towards us, holding 3 ballet tickets in his hand and beaconing us towards him.
A private box arranged right above the stage had been acquired for us by Lestat's sweet talk. As we arranged ourselves on the richly upholstered seats, Lestat turned to me, a look of full concern painting his face.
'Ma chere! You need to feed again, it will make your death quicker.' he said, leaning on the balcony and looking down. After a pause he signaled for me to join him at the balcony. I turned to where he was looking and found myself gasping in horror as I saw Caroline's lithe figure standing in the wings surrounded by a group of ballerinas.
'Lestat! No!'
His fang teeth protruded from his mouth as he flashed me a smile, 'Go on, Ophelia, show me that you have the Dark Gift! Show me what you can do! Kill her!'
Louis rose from his seat and stood beside me and Lestat, 'Lestat, she's her friend, have a heart.' he pleaded meekly, giving me a hopeful glance. 'Please, Lestat? I will go find someone right now.' he said, placing a long white hand on Lestat's arm.
Lestat pushed past him fuming with anger and left the box.
'How do you feel?' asked Louis, sighing after Lestat had gone. I looked into his incandescent eyes, he gazed back and tucked a loose curl behind my ear. Another spasm of pain shook my body.
He led me to the sofa and bade me to lie down. I heard laughter coming up the stairs and froze as the curtain was pulled back to reveal Lestat, Caroline standing beside him, her face glowing with radiance as she beamed at Lestat who had his hand around her waist. Her eyes widened with shock as she saw me lying on the couch with Louis sitting beside me.
She broke away from Lestat and ran towards me wrapping her arms around me.
'Ophelia!' she cried, pulling away to look at me, 'Why...wh...where have you been...' taking me in her arms and putting her head on my shoulder.
I choked as I tried to speak, my eyes filling up with tears. Lestat grimaced at me, his fang teeth protruding as he mimed what he wanted for me to do.
'Do it now!' he hissed above the sound of the orchestra tuning up in the pits, 'If you don’t kill her now, I will.' He showed no sympathy and grasped Louis's arm in a tight grip to restrain him. I took a quick look at Lestat, his menacing grin flashing his fang teeth, bearing them at me threateningly. Louis was crazed trying to push Lestat away and pull away.
'Ophelia!' he roared, 'I've made it easy for you, Kill her!'
Caroline looked confused and pulled away, her eyes full of terror, I held her in my firm grasp and lifted my mouth to her neck. Lestat watched me, his eyes fixed on me as I drained my child hood friend until her heart ceased to beat. Her lifeless body, still warm and smelling of lilac fell to the floor with a soft thud, I saw Lestat's mouth move as he clamped his hand onto my shoulder to congratulate me. I pulled away and pushed past him and Louis, running down the stairs, tears blinding me, my body shaking. I wiped the blood from my lips with the back of my hand as I made my way through the crowds gathered in the lobby and fled down the stairs into the night.
I was no more than a shadow as I passed through the crowds at a pace unnoticeable to mortal eyes. I stood enveloped in a thick blanket of fog on the banks of the Thames, looking at the onyx black water as it swirled backwards and forwards amongst the rocks. The moon, invisible behind the clouds. I sat on the sand, hugging my knees to my chest, my head on its side. Torrents of tears stormed from my eyes, I wiped them away with the back of my hand, only to notice the red stains that formed, I was crying blood. The spasms were gone completely. I was left to go insane from guilt and fury. Louis stood uncertain a few meters away, the rain beginning to fall on
him. He sprang to life and walked towards me so fluidly that he hardly appeared to move, the light in the distance illuminating him. Now he stood beside me and put his hand on my shoulder.
'Why did I do it?' I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
'Because you had to, Ophelia, not because you wanted to.' he said, sympathetically, his eyes glowing in the darkness.
'I can’t live like this.'
'The pain will become only a small throbbing as time goes on,' he said gently, 'It was only a hundred years ago, that was where you find yourself now. I know how you feel.'
'How could you?' I screamed, enraged at his calmness.
'Death comes to everyone, Ophelia, everyone that lives must drink from the cup, but not us.' he stared at me, a smile on his lips, my vision becoming dull and trancelike as I drew closer towards him. He stood before me angelic in his preternatural ambience. 'Forever we shall remain like this, young as you are now, you will never age, time will never fall shadow upon your face with age, you will be how you are now. Always and forever,' he continued patiently and persuasively, 'Although I have Lestat, I long for a companion, someone to share my thoughts and feelings with, someone who I can let into my heart. Ophelia, will you be that someone?'
I was angry and entranced with his angelic beauty as I embraced him, our heartbeats beating as one as we stood upon the dark beach, the rain getting harder as it fell on us.
'You feel the way I felt when I was alive, you know what it is to love...like I did so long ago. I love you, Ophelia.'
'You really want to be with me?' I asked, afraid and anxious all the while.
'Yes. If you can forgive me for killing you. I shouldn't have let you die. You don’t understand how hard I tried to stay away from you. In the end I just couldn’t take it. From the moment I first laid eyes on you I knew I had to have you.'
I lifted my mouth to his and kissed him, he opened his mouth and gathering me up in his arms. I tasted death on his lips each time we kissed, I thought to myself as I kissed him back.
He stopped and looked down at me, a smile on his lips.
'Its nearly dawn,' said Louis, looking up at where the clouds had parted, 'Time to go back.'
We walked along the beach in silence and hailed the first brougham that came our way. The sky had turned a faint shade of purple as we raced up the drive and ran into the house. Lestat sat at the bottom of the staircase, radiant in the candle light.
'Oh how beautiful death has made you, ma chere.' said Lestat, standing up and drawing towards me. He traced my jaw line with his ice cold hand and ran his fingers through my hair. He drew towards me and placed his lips on mine. I pulled away.
'What’s this?' he cried outraged, 'you ungrateful girl!' he grabbed my wrist and his grip around me tightened. 'Just remember, you're one of us now, your very existence depends on me.'
'Leave her alone, Lestat, it’s nearly dawn.' said Louis, putting an arm around me protectively. He took my hand and led me upstairs. The high ceilinged room was furnished lavishly just like the others. In the middle of the room stood two black ornately carved coffins. Lestat followed us into the room and bolted the door behind him, a menacing smile on his lips as he watched my horror. Louis put a protective arm around me and led me towards a coffin on the right. He let go of me and opened the coffin, the red satin shone like blood in the candlelight. I stared at
him in shock, then looked at Lestat who beamed at me, I didn’t turned away from both of them and stared at the coffin.
'Go on,' said Lestat, 'the sun will rise soon and you will be reduced to a pile of ashes.'
I hesitated and looked at Louis who looked apprehensive.
'Please, Ophelia. You must get in.' he assured me, ‘it’s nothing to fear, you shall dream the sweet dreams of death and when you wake, I'll be here.'
I looked at the two coffins, 'Where will I sleep?'
Lestat glared threateningly at Louis who in return narrowed his eyes bitterly. 'It’s the lady's choice, Lestat,' his voice full of resent as he said his name. He turned to me,
'Ophelia?'
Lestat looked at me pleadingly, all most begging. I looked at him uncertain and took Louis's hand. Lestat spat and got into his coffin, slamming the lid shut, muttering something under his breath. Louis graceful climbed into the coffin and lay on his back, his arms outstretched towards me. I climbed in and lay in his arms. The coffin door was pulled shut and I was lapsed into total darkness.
'Louis?' I whispered in the darkness, my face inches from his, 'Will I be dead when I wake up?' I asked, thinking how ridiculous that sounded.
'Yes, when you awake you will be dead. A fully fledged vampire.' he answered me in the darkness and closed his eyes.
'Oh Louis!' Lestat let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes.
I had not asked for this, I had never even considered something like this ever happening to me. I could not die. As the sun and moon would go on rising and setting, I would not die, I would live forever. A darkness settled upon me that I knew not how to lift.
'Don’t look so sad, ma chere, it will take time, but you will get used to killing, you have all the time in the world.' said Lestat patiently and looked back at Louis who looked distant and lost in thought.
'I don’t know about you two, but I am still hungry!' exclaimed Lestat, looking at me and grinning.
'Where are we going?'
'Covent garden!' said Lestat, 'Nothing but the blood of a fine thespian will do to quench my thirst!'
The carriage came to a halt, Lestat grabbed a top hat and cane as he got out and stood by the carriage outside Her Majesty’s Theatre, extending a white, gloved hand to me. We pushed through the crowds into the lobby, I waited with Louis while Lestat went to arrange our seating. I looked around me nervously, trying to avoid looking at anyone incase I saw anyone who knew me and recognized me.
A spasm of pain ran through my body, I gripped Louis's hand to keep my balance. He put his arm around me and led me towards a sofa on the other side of the room. He took my hands in his and sat beside me on the sofa.
'Am I dying?' I asked, watching as a crowd of bejeweled women strolled past me and went up the spiral staircase.
'Ophelia, your body is dying, but you will live on after it has died,'
he paused and looked over his shoulder before continuing, 'I will stay by your side, it should be over soon.' He stopped, Lestat was striding towards us, holding 3 ballet tickets in his hand and beaconing us towards him.
A private box arranged right above the stage had been acquired for us by Lestat's sweet talk. As we arranged ourselves on the richly upholstered seats, Lestat turned to me, a look of full concern painting his face.
'Ma chere! You need to feed again, it will make your death quicker.' he said, leaning on the balcony and looking down. After a pause he signaled for me to join him at the balcony. I turned to where he was looking and found myself gasping in horror as I saw Caroline's lithe figure standing in the wings surrounded by a group of ballerinas.
'Lestat! No!'
His fang teeth protruded from his mouth as he flashed me a smile, 'Go on, Ophelia, show me that you have the Dark Gift! Show me what you can do! Kill her!'
Louis rose from his seat and stood beside me and Lestat, 'Lestat, she's her friend, have a heart.' he pleaded meekly, giving me a hopeful glance. 'Please, Lestat? I will go find someone right now.' he said, placing a long white hand on Lestat's arm.
Lestat pushed past him fuming with anger and left the box.
'How do you feel?' asked Louis, sighing after Lestat had gone. I looked into his incandescent eyes, he gazed back and tucked a loose curl behind my ear. Another spasm of pain shook my body.
He led me to the sofa and bade me to lie down. I heard laughter coming up the stairs and froze as the curtain was pulled back to reveal Lestat, Caroline standing beside him, her face glowing with radiance as she beamed at Lestat who had his hand around her waist. Her eyes widened with shock as she saw me lying on the couch with Louis sitting beside me.
She broke away from Lestat and ran towards me wrapping her arms around me.
'Ophelia!' she cried, pulling away to look at me, 'Why...wh...where have you been...' taking me in her arms and putting her head on my shoulder.
I choked as I tried to speak, my eyes filling up with tears. Lestat grimaced at me, his fang teeth protruding as he mimed what he wanted for me to do.
'Do it now!' he hissed above the sound of the orchestra tuning up in the pits, 'If you don’t kill her now, I will.' He showed no sympathy and grasped Louis's arm in a tight grip to restrain him. I took a quick look at Lestat, his menacing grin flashing his fang teeth, bearing them at me threateningly. Louis was crazed trying to push Lestat away and pull away.
'Ophelia!' he roared, 'I've made it easy for you, Kill her!'
Caroline looked confused and pulled away, her eyes full of terror, I held her in my firm grasp and lifted my mouth to her neck. Lestat watched me, his eyes fixed on me as I drained my child hood friend until her heart ceased to beat. Her lifeless body, still warm and smelling of lilac fell to the floor with a soft thud, I saw Lestat's mouth move as he clamped his hand onto my shoulder to congratulate me. I pulled away and pushed past him and Louis, running down the stairs, tears blinding me, my body shaking. I wiped the blood from my lips with the back of my hand as I made my way through the crowds gathered in the lobby and fled down the stairs into the night.
I was no more than a shadow as I passed through the crowds at a pace unnoticeable to mortal eyes. I stood enveloped in a thick blanket of fog on the banks of the Thames, looking at the onyx black water as it swirled backwards and forwards amongst the rocks. The moon, invisible behind the clouds. I sat on the sand, hugging my knees to my chest, my head on its side. Torrents of tears stormed from my eyes, I wiped them away with the back of my hand, only to notice the red stains that formed, I was crying blood. The spasms were gone completely. I was left to go insane from guilt and fury. Louis stood uncertain a few meters away, the rain beginning to fall on
him. He sprang to life and walked towards me so fluidly that he hardly appeared to move, the light in the distance illuminating him. Now he stood beside me and put his hand on my shoulder.
'Why did I do it?' I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
'Because you had to, Ophelia, not because you wanted to.' he said, sympathetically, his eyes glowing in the darkness.
'I can’t live like this.'
'The pain will become only a small throbbing as time goes on,' he said gently, 'It was only a hundred years ago, that was where you find yourself now. I know how you feel.'
'How could you?' I screamed, enraged at his calmness.
'Death comes to everyone, Ophelia, everyone that lives must drink from the cup, but not us.' he stared at me, a smile on his lips, my vision becoming dull and trancelike as I drew closer towards him. He stood before me angelic in his preternatural ambience. 'Forever we shall remain like this, young as you are now, you will never age, time will never fall shadow upon your face with age, you will be how you are now. Always and forever,' he continued patiently and persuasively, 'Although I have Lestat, I long for a companion, someone to share my thoughts and feelings with, someone who I can let into my heart. Ophelia, will you be that someone?'
I was angry and entranced with his angelic beauty as I embraced him, our heartbeats beating as one as we stood upon the dark beach, the rain getting harder as it fell on us.
'You feel the way I felt when I was alive, you know what it is to love...like I did so long ago. I love you, Ophelia.'
'You really want to be with me?' I asked, afraid and anxious all the while.
'Yes. If you can forgive me for killing you. I shouldn't have let you die. You don’t understand how hard I tried to stay away from you. In the end I just couldn’t take it. From the moment I first laid eyes on you I knew I had to have you.'
I lifted my mouth to his and kissed him, he opened his mouth and gathering me up in his arms. I tasted death on his lips each time we kissed, I thought to myself as I kissed him back.
He stopped and looked down at me, a smile on his lips.
'Its nearly dawn,' said Louis, looking up at where the clouds had parted, 'Time to go back.'
We walked along the beach in silence and hailed the first brougham that came our way. The sky had turned a faint shade of purple as we raced up the drive and ran into the house. Lestat sat at the bottom of the staircase, radiant in the candle light.
'Oh how beautiful death has made you, ma chere.' said Lestat, standing up and drawing towards me. He traced my jaw line with his ice cold hand and ran his fingers through my hair. He drew towards me and placed his lips on mine. I pulled away.
'What’s this?' he cried outraged, 'you ungrateful girl!' he grabbed my wrist and his grip around me tightened. 'Just remember, you're one of us now, your very existence depends on me.'
'Leave her alone, Lestat, it’s nearly dawn.' said Louis, putting an arm around me protectively. He took my hand and led me upstairs. The high ceilinged room was furnished lavishly just like the others. In the middle of the room stood two black ornately carved coffins. Lestat followed us into the room and bolted the door behind him, a menacing smile on his lips as he watched my horror. Louis put a protective arm around me and led me towards a coffin on the right. He let go of me and opened the coffin, the red satin shone like blood in the candlelight. I stared at
him in shock, then looked at Lestat who beamed at me, I didn’t turned away from both of them and stared at the coffin.
'Go on,' said Lestat, 'the sun will rise soon and you will be reduced to a pile of ashes.'
I hesitated and looked at Louis who looked apprehensive.
'Please, Ophelia. You must get in.' he assured me, ‘it’s nothing to fear, you shall dream the sweet dreams of death and when you wake, I'll be here.'
I looked at the two coffins, 'Where will I sleep?'
Lestat glared threateningly at Louis who in return narrowed his eyes bitterly. 'It’s the lady's choice, Lestat,' his voice full of resent as he said his name. He turned to me,
'Ophelia?'
Lestat looked at me pleadingly, all most begging. I looked at him uncertain and took Louis's hand. Lestat spat and got into his coffin, slamming the lid shut, muttering something under his breath. Louis graceful climbed into the coffin and lay on his back, his arms outstretched towards me. I climbed in and lay in his arms. The coffin door was pulled shut and I was lapsed into total darkness.
'Louis?' I whispered in the darkness, my face inches from his, 'Will I be dead when I wake up?' I asked, thinking how ridiculous that sounded.
'Yes, when you awake you will be dead. A fully fledged vampire.' he answered me in the darkness and closed his eyes.
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Oh and I hope you enjoy Pirates! Darling!!!
XXX
<3
Oh and I hope you enjoy Pirates! Darling!!!
XXX
<3
- Location:cushy black chair
- Mood: enthralled
- Music:The Living End - Whose gonna save us
The only thing I'm worried about is that I'm such a f*cking moron and I'm sure to screw up! Like miss the train or get on the wrong train - and I would be fucked if that happened! So I'm getting up the usual time and if my mum asks why I'm not in uniform, I'll just tell her its free dress day - LOL! So then I'll catch a bus to the trainstation and I'll be on the 8:43 train to Romastreet, then I catch a train from Roma Street at 8:57 (God willing the trains are running on time!!!) and if all goes well I'll be at Helensvale station to meet you at 9:57!!!!!!! I am so psyced up!
But then I have to be back at the station at 2:59 to get on my train home :( But darling, atleast we'll get to see each other for a few hours! Its all worth it in the end! The fun we'll have! *hugs* I am seriously fucking estatic right at this moment!!! This is going to be the perfect crime!!! Have a great day at Wet n Wild, and I'll see you tomoro!!!!!!!
Heres the third part of the Vampire story....
Lots of LOVE darling! *hugs*
xXx
<3
Scarlett
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~:~Ophelia~:~
I felt the press of his body against mine, as Louis moaned and sunk into a swoon. The pounding of drums made me loose my train of thought and I heard the echo of Lestat's laughter. His hand cradled me tenderly as he gripped me in his deadly embrace. The room spun and twirled like dancers at a masquerade, Lestat's laughter and the music of a harpsichord rose and fell under the slowing beat of my heart, the drum barely an echo in the distance. Louise let go and let me roll beside him onto the bed. He lifted his wrist to his teeth and slashed the vein with his fangs; the blood poured out in a crimson torrent as he lifted it to my lips and gathered me up
in his arms. I clutched his wrist and tasted the warm metallic vampire blood on my lips. I held onto him until he winced with pain and pulled away, staggering and collapsing into Lestat's arms. The room spun, inanimate objects coming to life, the calls of the street criers and the sound of horses hooves on the cobblestones pounded in my head. I clutched my head in pain and let out a piercing animal scream that sent the window cracking up into crystal fragments before falling into the street below. Lestat lunged at me and covered my mouth with his hand. He turned to stare at Louis who lay collapsed next to the bed. Louis moaned and staggered to get up. His brilliant emerald eyes sparkled, his dark hair gleamed and his alabaster skin glowed as if illuminated. Everything in the room shone brighter, the oil paintings on the wall seemed to breathe. Lestat was talking to me, he shook me. I stared at him in rapture.
'Ophelia? Ophelia! Listen to me, ma cherie, you've been very ill, but to get well you're going to have to take some medicine.' he said, stroking my cheek and tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Louis snatched me from his grasp and put his arm around my waist.
'Oh, Louis! No need for that! We have eternity with her, why fight now?' Lestat joked and winked at me before leaving the room. Louis led me to the bed and sat me down, putting his arm around me. He sat there looking at me for what seemed like a life time until he heard the scrape of Lestat's boots upon the stairs, springing to life like a puppet. Lestat entered the room carrying an assortment of brightly colored piles of clothes in his arms which he placed onto the settee and gestured for me to sit beside him. Louis stared transfixed as Lestat held up an emerald gown of watery silk to me.
'You're a beautiful girl, ma cherie, we must dress you in something fine that complements your beauty.' he said, holding my face to his.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Louis as he searched through the pile, selecting certain items and placing them beside him on the settee.
'Yes, I think this gown will complement your features excellently.' said Lestat, placing the gown on my arm and instructing me to go behind an oriental silk screen to change.
Louis sat on the settee staring at nothing in particular, ignoring Lestat while he rummaged through the pile and threw out random pieces of clothes for me to put on. In my dreamlike state I did as I was told and followed Lestat's instructions. When I was dressed to their satisfaction, Lestat sat me down in front of an ornately gilded mirror and ran a tortoise comb through my hair. I hardly recognized the girl I saw in the mirror as Lestat stood behind me arranging the red gold curls around my face and decorating it with bejeweled ornaments shaped as butterflies and flowers. I felt a stab of sharp pain on my lip and shrieked, in an instant Louis was beside me. Lestat scowled.
'You monster!' he shouted at Lestat, 'You didn't even consider explaining to her what’s happening to her!'
Blood treacled out of my mouth and down my throat, I examined my fang teeth in the mirror. Lestat wiped the blood off my lips and held it to his. I stared at him feeling nothing, though thinking why the act disturbed me so much made no sense. He smiled with delight and kissed my cheek.
'You disgust me, Lestat. You're one cruel son of a bitch,' said Louis, his voice full of resent.
Lestat grimaced, 'Do you want to upset our bride? This is her Wedding night, why spoil it, Louis, have you no heart?'
I froze. 'Bride?!' I screamed, 'I am not your bride.' I looked up at Lestat who appeared annoyed that I had no notion of this. Louis looked at me sympathetically, took my hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
'Oh, but you are, darling.' He said, looking at me in a matter of fact way before continuing. 'You are my bride, and Louis's bride.'
in his arms. I clutched his wrist and tasted the warm metallic vampire blood on my lips. I held onto him until he winced with pain and pulled away, staggering and collapsing into Lestat's arms. The room spun, inanimate objects coming to life, the calls of the street criers and the sound of horses hooves on the cobblestones pounded in my head. I clutched my head in pain and let out a piercing animal scream that sent the window cracking up into crystal fragments before falling into the street below. Lestat lunged at me and covered my mouth with his hand. He turned to stare at Louis who lay collapsed next to the bed. Louis moaned and staggered to get up. His brilliant emerald eyes sparkled, his dark hair gleamed and his alabaster skin glowed as if illuminated. Everything in the room shone brighter, the oil paintings on the wall seemed to breathe. Lestat was talking to me, he shook me. I stared at him in rapture.
'Ophelia? Ophelia! Listen to me, ma cherie, you've been very ill, but to get well you're going to have to take some medicine.' he said, stroking my cheek and tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Louis snatched me from his grasp and put his arm around my waist.
'Oh, Louis! No need for that! We have eternity with her, why fight now?' Lestat joked and winked at me before leaving the room. Louis led me to the bed and sat me down, putting his arm around me. He sat there looking at me for what seemed like a life time until he heard the scrape of Lestat's boots upon the stairs, springing to life like a puppet. Lestat entered the room carrying an assortment of brightly colored piles of clothes in his arms which he placed onto the settee and gestured for me to sit beside him. Louis stared transfixed as Lestat held up an emerald gown of watery silk to me.
'You're a beautiful girl, ma cherie, we must dress you in something fine that complements your beauty.' he said, holding my face to his.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Louis as he searched through the pile, selecting certain items and placing them beside him on the settee.
'Yes, I think this gown will complement your features excellently.' said Lestat, placing the gown on my arm and instructing me to go behind an oriental silk screen to change.
Louis sat on the settee staring at nothing in particular, ignoring Lestat while he rummaged through the pile and threw out random pieces of clothes for me to put on. In my dreamlike state I did as I was told and followed Lestat's instructions. When I was dressed to their satisfaction, Lestat sat me down in front of an ornately gilded mirror and ran a tortoise comb through my hair. I hardly recognized the girl I saw in the mirror as Lestat stood behind me arranging the red gold curls around my face and decorating it with bejeweled ornaments shaped as butterflies and flowers. I felt a stab of sharp pain on my lip and shrieked, in an instant Louis was beside me. Lestat scowled.
'You monster!' he shouted at Lestat, 'You didn't even consider explaining to her what’s happening to her!'
Blood treacled out of my mouth and down my throat, I examined my fang teeth in the mirror. Lestat wiped the blood off my lips and held it to his. I stared at him feeling nothing, though thinking why the act disturbed me so much made no sense. He smiled with delight and kissed my cheek.
'You disgust me, Lestat. You're one cruel son of a bitch,' said Louis, his voice full of resent.
Lestat grimaced, 'Do you want to upset our bride? This is her Wedding night, why spoil it, Louis, have you no heart?'
I froze. 'Bride?!' I screamed, 'I am not your bride.' I looked up at Lestat who appeared annoyed that I had no notion of this. Louis looked at me sympathetically, took my hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
'Oh, but you are, darling.' He said, looking at me in a matter of fact way before continuing. 'You are my bride, and Louis's bride.'
I stood up and Louis placed his arms around me, striking me with sympathy and passion. It could not be undone. His touch was irresistible. He held me gently in his arms, his fang teeth visible from the faint trace of a smile that had spread across his face. I lost myself; I couldn't break away from his embrace and did not want to. He stroked my cheek and ran his hand through my hair. Shocked at his beauty I clasped his head and kissed his lips. My body relaxed as he embraced me, holding me against him.
Lestat stood watching us, a bitter smile on his lips. 'I'd hate to intrude on such a tender moment, lovers, but I have the carriage waiting downstairs. So if you don’t mind, you can continue this display of affection after I've fed.' Taking a jacket out of the wardrobe, and a hat hanging from a hook, he gestured for us to follow him.
Outside a black polished coach gleamed in the lamp light of the courtyard. The coachman after having been given instructions from Lestat opened the door for us. Seated between Louis and Lestat on the richly upholstered red velvet, the carriage flew across the cobblestones and disappeared amongst the crowded Mayfair street.
Lestat stood watching us, a bitter smile on his lips. 'I'd hate to intrude on such a tender moment, lovers, but I have the carriage waiting downstairs. So if you don’t mind, you can continue this display of affection after I've fed.' Taking a jacket out of the wardrobe, and a hat hanging from a hook, he gestured for us to follow him.
Outside a black polished coach gleamed in the lamp light of the courtyard. The coachman after having been given instructions from Lestat opened the door for us. Seated between Louis and Lestat on the richly upholstered red velvet, the carriage flew across the cobblestones and disappeared amongst the crowded Mayfair street.
Louis and Lestat seemed to glow in the darkness of the carriage. Neither of them said a word, just stared straight ahead. I was trying to work up the courage to ask where it was that they were taking me and was relieved when Louis spoke.
'Where are we going tonight?' he asked Lestat, looking at him quickly and then returning his focus on the wall of the carriage.
'A place Ophelia knows very well, she will lead us to our prey tonight.' he said, smiling at me, his fang teeth protruding ever so slightly from his wide curved mouth.
'White chapel?' I asked, hoping I had made some mistake.
'The very place, only the very finest will satisfy my appetite tonight.' he said and laughed.
I thought of the crowded streets and filthy taverns full of scum, the underworld I had known so well. What if someone was to recognize me?
'Tonight I want the blood of White chapel’s finest - the murderers, thieves and cut throats that thrive like vermin in these squalid streets. You might even recognize some of them!' he smiled at his joke.
Louis looked uneasy and remained quiet. The carriage came to a halt and we waited as the coach man stood aside with the door open for us as we descended into the crowded street. Lestat took my wrist firmly as we walked through the evening crowds, Louis following beside me took my arm, Lestat shot him an angry glance.
'Where shall we go first, ma chere?' asked Lestat, looking around us, waiting patiently for me to make up my mind.
The Ten Bells was just around the corner and would be full of prostitutes, dealers, thieves - the unfortunates Lestat was so keen to prey on.
We entered the crowded, smoky little tavern, Lestat surveying the room. A group of prostitutes sat at a wooden gambling table entertaining a group of rough looking men. Lestat led us to the table and reached into his pocket for some coins and notes that he quickly planted on the table.
'My my! What a fine gentleman indeed!' exclaimed a brightly made up girl as she took Lestat's hand, losing all interest in the man whose lap she'd been sitting on.
Lestat kissed her hand and slipped his arm around her waist, the girls giggled and one of the men began to lay the cards out on the table. Louis pulled out a chair for me and sat down beside me, I felt his hand on my lap under the table and looked up at him, he returned my gaze.
'Don’t worry,' he whispered in my ear, 'Take the man on you're right and do as I do with this girl here.' He said, indicating to the prostitute who was eyeing him from across the table.
I watched Lestat as he teased the girl, playing with her hair and complementing her. I couldn’t help but feel jealous, or maybe it wasn’t jealousy that I felt, it was the piercing hunger that racked my body. The girl had placed her head on Lestat's chest and he stroked her cheek, all the while looking at her neck. I caught his gaze and he smiled those cold gleaming blue eyes.
The man who had been watching me nervously turned to me and poured me a glass of wine. I cordially accepted his offer and lifted the glass to my lips, giving the appearance of taking a dainty sip. Louis was struggling with a rubenesque girl that had placed herself on his lap and had her arms around him. Lestat turned to whisper in the girl’s ear, she giggled and both of them rose and started towards the stair case. Louis's girl saw her friend go and whispered in Louis's ear. He gave me a hurried glance and followed her out the door. I was left alone with the mild mannered man who was talking quickly in an accent I couldn’t understand. I nodded and smiled while waiting for Lestat and Louis to return.
Lestat came first, descending down the stair case with the grace of a panther, his face had taken a complete transformation, everything about him seemed to have an evanescent gleam. He looked at me and the man I was struggling with.
'Ah Ophelia darling, a moment, if you don’t mind, Sir?' he asked in his velvet voice, the man completely lost.
'O - of course!' he stuttered and hurried to pour himself another glass.
Lestat took my arm and led me towards the bar, 'Hurry up!' He hissed, in my ear, 'You're dying Ophelia, and it will hurt unless you get something into you.'
'Don’t worry,' he whispered in my ear, 'Take the man on you're right and do as I do with this girl here.' He said, indicating to the prostitute who was eyeing him from across the table.
I watched Lestat as he teased the girl, playing with her hair and complementing her. I couldn’t help but feel jealous, or maybe it wasn’t jealousy that I felt, it was the piercing hunger that racked my body. The girl had placed her head on Lestat's chest and he stroked her cheek, all the while looking at her neck. I caught his gaze and he smiled those cold gleaming blue eyes.
The man who had been watching me nervously turned to me and poured me a glass of wine. I cordially accepted his offer and lifted the glass to my lips, giving the appearance of taking a dainty sip. Louis was struggling with a rubenesque girl that had placed herself on his lap and had her arms around him. Lestat turned to whisper in the girl’s ear, she giggled and both of them rose and started towards the stair case. Louis's girl saw her friend go and whispered in Louis's ear. He gave me a hurried glance and followed her out the door. I was left alone with the mild mannered man who was talking quickly in an accent I couldn’t understand. I nodded and smiled while waiting for Lestat and Louis to return.
Lestat came first, descending down the stair case with the grace of a panther, his face had taken a complete transformation, everything about him seemed to have an evanescent gleam. He looked at me and the man I was struggling with.
'Ah Ophelia darling, a moment, if you don’t mind, Sir?' he asked in his velvet voice, the man completely lost.
'O - of course!' he stuttered and hurried to pour himself another glass.
Lestat took my arm and led me towards the bar, 'Hurry up!' He hissed, in my ear, 'You're dying Ophelia, and it will hurt unless you get something into you.'
I stared at him in shock. He waved away my look and started again, 'Now listen, take that man out back into the alley and bleed him to the point of death. Remember, you must stop as soon as his heart beat slows, if you don’t, he will drag you into death with him. Now go!' he hissed before turning back to the table.
I stumbled back towards the table and propositioned the man in the most seductive tone I could manage. He stood up quickly, nearly knocking his glass over and took my hand in his sweaty palm. I saw Louis dart across the dark alley out of the corner of my eye as I stopped by the wall. He began to fumble with the lace of my corset, Louis stood in the shadows watching me, his face expressionless. I placed my lips on his neck and pierced his flesh. The mildew covered walls of the alley melted away as I was enveloped in a haze, his pulse beating like a drum as I fell into a swoon.
'Ophelia!' I could hear my name being called; I struggled to open my eyes to find Louis pulling me away from him.
I stumbled back towards the table and propositioned the man in the most seductive tone I could manage. He stood up quickly, nearly knocking his glass over and took my hand in his sweaty palm. I saw Louis dart across the dark alley out of the corner of my eye as I stopped by the wall. He began to fumble with the lace of my corset, Louis stood in the shadows watching me, his face expressionless. I placed my lips on his neck and pierced his flesh. The mildew covered walls of the alley melted away as I was enveloped in a haze, his pulse beating like a drum as I fell into a swoon.
'Ophelia!' I could hear my name being called; I struggled to open my eyes to find Louis pulling me away from him.
'Stop! He's dead!' he cried, I had slumped on the floor beside him and stared at him standing over me. I was paralyzed. He slashed his wrist and put it to my lips. Instinctively I began to drink, the swoon returning.
'Enough!' he pulled away in pain and stood up. He extended a hand and pulled me to my feet and stood there looking down at me. His dark hair dishelved and hanging around his face.
'I'm sorry, I forgot,' I tried to explain, he took me in his arms and embraced me.
'Didn't Lestat warm you?' he asked, still holding me in his tight embrace.
'He did. I just...'
Lestat stood at the end of the alley, a smirk on his animated white face, 'Oh Louis! Aren't you proud of our little fledgling?' he said in a mocking voice, pushing Louis away and taking my face in his hands. I looked into his gleaming eyes and waited for him to go on mocking me. I lost interest in his eyes and shuddered.
'Come along now, love, the night is still young!' he gestured flamboyantly, one arm still around
me, his eyes riveted on Louis in a scowl as the crowd closed in around us indifferently.
'Enough!' he pulled away in pain and stood up. He extended a hand and pulled me to my feet and stood there looking down at me. His dark hair dishelved and hanging around his face.
'I'm sorry, I forgot,' I tried to explain, he took me in his arms and embraced me.
'Didn't Lestat warm you?' he asked, still holding me in his tight embrace.
'He did. I just...'
Lestat stood at the end of the alley, a smirk on his animated white face, 'Oh Louis! Aren't you proud of our little fledgling?' he said in a mocking voice, pushing Louis away and taking my face in his hands. I looked into his gleaming eyes and waited for him to go on mocking me. I lost interest in his eyes and shuddered.
'Come along now, love, the night is still young!' he gestured flamboyantly, one arm still around
me, his eyes riveted on Louis in a scowl as the crowd closed in around us indifferently.
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- Location:cushy black chair
- Mood: ecstatic
- Music:The Ramones - Tainted Love
(Thats a pick of the house I'm living in right now)
Nothing special, I know, its made of asbestos so we're all going to die from the consumption. So raise your glass high for tomoro we die.
Well I'm too scared to face my teacher without the draft for my assignment because the last time that happened it didnt go down well. But then again I got to sleep in till 8, which is a special treat. Seriously, who gives a fuck, its not like I'm going to miss out on much, fuck that, we dont do any more work anyway now that holidays are in a few days.
Easter is such a sham. Its just another excuse for the big department stores to cash in on gullible shoppers, just like Christmas and Valentines day. If its such a damn religeous holiday then why the fuck is 'gluttony' one of the 7 deadly sins being celebrated? And those godamn rabbits( which KILLED the Bilby) and chickens everywhere you look? Sorry for being sacraligeous but I am ignorant to God, Jesus, and the rest of that entourage.
My writing lacks inspiration! I want to paint something but I dont know what to paint! My painting that hung in the gallery is gone and I dont know where it went! It makes me so angry because I want it back. I dont have any absinthe left so theres nothing to drink and inspire me. I'm going crazy and chlaustraphobic.
Oh Satine have fun at Movie World! You're lucky that its not holidays yet in Queensland so you wont have to waste time standing in ques! If you see Maralin Munroe, becareful of her because she gave my ex-step-dad syphyiliss. Have a great time darling!
I'm bored so I'm going to put the next part of Trapped in Deaths Embrace on here....
Lots of LOVE
xXx
<3
Scarlett
ps; I would leave my window open every night just so a vampire like Lestat would come take me away...my life lacks lustre and this is exactly what I need....before I lose intrest in living all together...
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She kisses him; he lets his tongue play with hers, and then runs it down her neck. Ophelia swoons with pleasure and from the laudanum Lestat laced into the wine. His lips caress her neck as he prepares to sink his teeth into her throat. He turns around and looks at me playfully.
‘The honor is yours, Louis, go on, take the first bite, come, taste her lips.’ Lestat beacons.
He fills me with smoldering fury; I throw him off her and onto the Persian rug. He laughs and gets to his feet.
‘Oh Louis, I take it that your in love with this mortal! For have you not stalked her every night, your heart giving you no rest! You’re resisting the one thing that can give you peace!’
‘Lestat, leave her, I don’t want to take her life.’
‘Love is terrible for you, Louis; you feel it like a human, still, but you’re a vampire! Then do whatever it is in your nature to do. Then take her, Louis, do what ever it is that you plan to do.’
The sky was beginning to grow a faint shade of purple, dawn was approaching. Ophelia lay on the settee in an perpetual slumber, her mane of hair framing her face and spilling onto the velvet pillows. I picked her up, cradling her as I had once done with Claudia and carried her up the stairs, Lestat in tow.
‘So what is it that you plan to do now, Louis? Make her one of us? Another child of darkness? You pine for Claudia and here you’ve found another one, to take her place? Admit it, Louis!’ demanded Lestat, standing in the doorway observing me as I laid Ophelia onto the four poster bed and covered her with a blanket. I drew the curtains around her, taking one last look at her. Silently I followed Lestat to the chamber where we retreated each morning. Lestat sat up in the coffin, he looked directly at me and was about to say something. Instead I slammed the lid of the coffin shut and fell into a troubled sleep.
Louis was still asleep when I rose from my coffin the next evening. Ophelia was still in the house and was beginning to wake up, the laudanum I had cleverly laced into the wine was wearing off. My thirst was unbearable and as I stumbled out of the room I could hear her thoughts coming down the corridor. The delirium was beginning to wear off and slowly she was coming to her senses. She lay staring at the ceiling, wide eyed and flustered. Hearing me come in, she sat up and pushed back the tangle of curls from her face, stretching out her hand to me. Instinctively I gathered her up in my arms. I looked down pitying on her beautiful face. I stroked her soft creamy cheek, her eyelashes trembling as she looked into my eyes.
‘Ophelia, darling, your very ill my dear, but I am going to make you better.’
I brought my head down towards her neck. She shivered as my lips brushed her throat. Louis stood in the door way. I let go of Ophelia and backed away laughing, she slipped from my arms and onto the bed.
‘Well you caught me, Louis, don’t worry, she’s all yours!’
Louis stared at me in horror. He checked Ophelia’s throat for wounds and seeing none, he relaxed. I laughed, and left the room.
I cradled her in my arms and looked down onto her pale, doll like features. Her silky lashes fluttered and looked up into my eyes, her expression dazed and confused, the red gold curls tumbling down her forehead and cascading down her bare shoulders. I could feel the blood pulsing through her veins, tormenting my ravishing hunger as I glanced at her bare neck. Just one taste and nothing more. But I knew I was deceiving myself, for I would never be able to pull away once I tasted the tender pink flesh. I could not take her life and I would not allow Lestat to either.
'You are the devil, are you not?' she asked, her amber eyes searching my face anxiously. She showed no fear and remained composed.
'Why would I have brought you hear if I was the devil? Would you not now be dead? What would I want from you?'
'But what do you want from me? Why do you keep me here like this?' she asked, trying to sit up
and pull away from my grasp. I held her wrist tight and watched her struggle.
'You are the devil, are you not?' she asked, her amber eyes searching my face anxiously. She showed no fear and remained composed.
'Why would I have brought you hear if I was the devil? Would you not now be dead? What would I want from you?'
'But what do you want from me? Why do you keep me here like this?' she asked, trying to sit up
and pull away from my grasp. I held her wrist tight and watched her struggle.
'Because you're so beautiful and full of life, so passionate and strong, you remind me of someone I used to ...' I paused.
It hurt me to say it, to have her look at me with such a wild expression of fear and anger that I wanted to plunge my teeth into her neck and drain her till her last heart beat. I could no longer bear to look at her and turned to look out of the window. Through the London fog ghostly buildings stood silhouetted against the dusk. Lestat appeared in the doorway, radiant and beautiful in the candlelight. Ophelia broke away from my gaze and observed him.
She turned to Lestat and pleaded, 'Monsieur, please, you must let me go, I must get back to the Theatre, I am due to perform tonight as Lady Macbeth! I beg and beseech you to find it in your heart to let me go! Please Monsieur?' Her pleading making Lestat beam, he turned to grin at me. She threw herself on the bed and sobbed.
Lestat broke into a shaking fit of laughter that echoed throughout the house and made the candles flicker. Instinctively I gathered her up in my arms and held her against my heart protectively, looking back at the spectacle of Lestat shaking with laughter. Ophelia shook as more torrents of tears poured down her face and saturated my shirt. She stopped crying and turned to look at me, I turned my face downward and looked at her, her face stricken with fear and grief. I stroked her cheek, my hand running down her throat, the stabbing hunger pulsating through my body as her crying became softer. I closed my eyes, my hand on her throat, and as if in a trance, bent to caress it, my fangs deep within her flesh. Lestat towered over us, howling with laughter.
'My, my, Louise! How touching! And I thought you promised yourself not to harm the girl! Ah, my friend, why that’s simply your vampire nature!' he exclaimed before breaking into another fit of laughter.
I broke away and stared at the unconscious Ophelia in my arms and let her slip gently onto the bed. Shamefully I wiped my mouth and stared at the streaks of blood on my hand, the tiny wounds on her throat.
'Well fancy that, Louise, the girl lives! You've left her alive after all!' Lestat taunted me, sitting on the bed next to her and stroking her hair and teasing her curls. 'Come on Louise, you hunger for a female companion, you know you want her Louise, the pain has been excruciating for you, you feel the need to replace Claudia, you can't go on like this.'
He gave me a compassionate look and grinned, his fang teeth showing.
It hurt me to say it, to have her look at me with such a wild expression of fear and anger that I wanted to plunge my teeth into her neck and drain her till her last heart beat. I could no longer bear to look at her and turned to look out of the window. Through the London fog ghostly buildings stood silhouetted against the dusk. Lestat appeared in the doorway, radiant and beautiful in the candlelight. Ophelia broke away from my gaze and observed him.
She turned to Lestat and pleaded, 'Monsieur, please, you must let me go, I must get back to the Theatre, I am due to perform tonight as Lady Macbeth! I beg and beseech you to find it in your heart to let me go! Please Monsieur?' Her pleading making Lestat beam, he turned to grin at me. She threw herself on the bed and sobbed.
Lestat broke into a shaking fit of laughter that echoed throughout the house and made the candles flicker. Instinctively I gathered her up in my arms and held her against my heart protectively, looking back at the spectacle of Lestat shaking with laughter. Ophelia shook as more torrents of tears poured down her face and saturated my shirt. She stopped crying and turned to look at me, I turned my face downward and looked at her, her face stricken with fear and grief. I stroked her cheek, my hand running down her throat, the stabbing hunger pulsating through my body as her crying became softer. I closed my eyes, my hand on her throat, and as if in a trance, bent to caress it, my fangs deep within her flesh. Lestat towered over us, howling with laughter.
'My, my, Louise! How touching! And I thought you promised yourself not to harm the girl! Ah, my friend, why that’s simply your vampire nature!' he exclaimed before breaking into another fit of laughter.
I broke away and stared at the unconscious Ophelia in my arms and let her slip gently onto the bed. Shamefully I wiped my mouth and stared at the streaks of blood on my hand, the tiny wounds on her throat.
'Well fancy that, Louise, the girl lives! You've left her alive after all!' Lestat taunted me, sitting on the bed next to her and stroking her hair and teasing her curls. 'Come on Louise, you hunger for a female companion, you know you want her Louise, the pain has been excruciating for you, you feel the need to replace Claudia, you can't go on like this.'
He gave me a compassionate look and grinned, his fang teeth showing.
'Do what you've wanted to do since the moment you first saw her on stage, for only then will you truly be at peace. You will feel as you felt when Claudia was with us.'
He looked reminiscent for a moment, I searched his gaze, confused how a vampire so merciless and cruel as Lestat could possibly understand what he was talking about. Intrigued and seduced I watched as Lestat lifted Ophelia in his arms and drew her towards him, I looked at her, stricken with a mad passion as I remained entranced by her delicate beauty and fragility.
'You haven't fed enough, Louis,' he said gently. Ophelia murmured in her sleep.
He looked reminiscent for a moment, I searched his gaze, confused how a vampire so merciless and cruel as Lestat could possibly understand what he was talking about. Intrigued and seduced I watched as Lestat lifted Ophelia in his arms and drew her towards him, I looked at her, stricken with a mad passion as I remained entranced by her delicate beauty and fragility.
'You haven't fed enough, Louis,' he said gently. Ophelia murmured in her sleep.
I was ravished with a desperate hunger, agonizing over her fate as Lestat held her in his arms like a doll and whispered in my ear, his voice full of hilarity, 'Take her Louise, embrace that maddening ecstasy you so crave for.' he said, as he slipped her into my arms.
I shut my eyes and caressed her, kissing her rose bud lips, brushing the silky curls off her neck and slowly, gently sunk my teeth into her, careful so as not to wake her.
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- Location:cushy black chair
- Mood:
indescribable - Music:HIM - Vampire Heart
Drugs. I'm not going to lie, yeah I've done drugs before, and I used to drink heavily on a regular basis, but thats stopped. Now I only drink on the weekends, and when I do, its mostly just vodca and goon. Maybe thats why I've lost all intrest in life. It could be that. Or it could be a broken heart. But to have your heart broken, you need to have a heart in the first place for it to be broken.
Right now I am so disapointed. A friend of mine gave in to peer pressure and did drugs - again. Ok, so she used peer pressure as an excuse the first time, and now that she's done it again...well what should it matter to me? She's gone to live in New Zealand and who am I to be disapointed in her for fucking up her life? Its up to us to make choices...we just dont always make the right ones. But hell, smoking pot is just a stupid waste of time. Next thing she knows, she wont be able to go on without it, and then pot will lose its lustre and she will go onto harder stuff like cokain, E, and finaly heroin. Then one morning she will wake up somewhere in the gutter and wounder, why the fuck am I here?
When you're in a relationship, or you have feelings towards someone, normally theres a song that goes with those feelings, like for example 'Think of me' from POTO as it is for Satine and Tina, 'I'm not okay' by MCR is for Erin and I, and 'Every rose has its thorne' was my song with Him. I had another nightmare about Him last night. I woke up this morning and realised it was just a dream and went to get ready for school.
The only pleasing thing about my day was getting the results from my modern history exam back. For the first part I got a A+ and for the second, an A. I was so stoked, because I tried so hard that test because I was determined to do better than Rueban, and he wasnt even there to get his paper back, so now I'll never know. Well in Biology I asked Hugh what he got for his, and he got the exact same results as me! Christian got a haircut - now he looks exactly like Buster Keaton! It makes me so happy when he walks alongside me and calls me his bestfriend! When I was looking at him I was thinking how awesome he would look with just a bit of eyeliner, like how Buster Keaton wore it, but ofcourse I didnt say it. The only thing is that when we were walking along it was me walking between Hugh and Aaron, Christian looked left out, but that was his fault because he dosnt like those guys, I dont really know why. He's always calling them 'losers' under their breath when they talk to me. I only wish he was kinder. Well we had to sit in the shade on the riverbank and sketch crap and I sat between Christian and Geoffery at the start, though really I wished that it was Hugh who sat next to me. Well then Aaron who was sitting on the other side of Geoffery made them switch places so that he could 'talk' to me. Ugh. I wanted to scream. I wish it had been Hugh sitting there, but he is so shy that he wouldnt have been so forward, as Aaron, who God forgive me, I'm sure he's a nice guy, but I really just dont like him! Talking to him is about as excieting as watching grass grow! I've noticed the teacher observing me with curiosity, she's really nice, infact shes the only nice science teacher I've EVER had, but then again I understand. I would come across as strange. A girl with bright red hair thats always with the boys. I dont blame her really. I noticed she was walking close by at one point and casually asked what we were talking about - politics - thank God, it was a perfectly smart innocent subject. I dont think I could possibly go to school tomorro, I havent done my english draft...besides we didnt do any work today.
Oh Satine, I loved our little conversation before *hugs* I'm glad that you're safe <3<<3<3
I'm bored so I'm going to post my old Vampire story that I edited here....
xXx
Scarlett
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London, 1880.
Now you’re nothing more than a line in my book…
I stood there in the dark alley, a soft drizzle sprinkling on my already damp hair, unfurling a few loose strands. I had been following her for quite some time now. Watching her from my box in the theatre and then following her when she left, I had done this every night for the past year. Tonight I had followed her from the theatre through the maze of London’s cobblestone streets and dark alley ways to the hovel in White Chapel she called her home. Her long red gold hair shone like spun gold in the dim lamp light, streaming down her back, as she stalked through the alley clutching her white ‘Lady Macbeth’ costume that she had been clothed in only an hour or so ago when she stood upon the stage in Drurry Lane. She ducked over the low eaves and wound her way around the corner, I followed unseen. I wasn’t the only one following her. He had slipped around the corner; she was oblivious to him following her, like a cat stalking its prey. I was only a few meters away when she stopped dead in her track. She’d heard his footsteps along the slippery ground. Cupping a hand over her mouth, he dragged her to the wall. I saw the silver glint as he placed the knife at her throat; felt her raw terror as I watched her eyes fill with fear and panic as she felt the cold metal press against her creamy white throat and struggle against his tight hold. She fainted clean away and lay limp on the moist ground, the drizzle covering her body in a silvery blanket, while I plunged my teeth into his neck and drained him to the point of death.
I left his corpse where it lay, in the gutter, and bent over Ophelia lying slumped against the wall. I picked up her warm body and cradled it, her heart beating against mine, her red gold curls mingled with my dark hair. She smelt faintly of rose petals, her skin so pink and warm compared to my icy alabaster. I looked down at her face, those soft silky lashes and full red lips. It felt as though time ceased to exist while I stood there in that dark alley cradling Ophelia, the rain getting heavier. It brought me back to a memory that I held so dear to my heart, a name I dared not speak. Claudia.
I hailed a cab and took her back to my Mayfair townhouse, all the way, stoking her silky gold hair, reminiscing on the past, of Claudia. I lay Ophelia down on the sofa and lit the fire to bring some warmth into the cold November evening, and in hope of waking her up.
The fire glowed in the grate casting menacing shadows across the dim room; the only source of light was from the oil lamp that stood on the small table beside where I lay on a richly upholstered sofa. The room’s lavish rosewood furnishings and extravagant oil paintings told me that I was in the house of someone wealthy. How I had got there remained a mystery to me still. I sat up and was about to get up and move closer to the fire when the door knob moved. He walked into the room and stopped a few paces away from the fire, in the candlelight he appeared like no other man I had ever seen. His piercing emerald eyes seethed with incandescence that seemed to look straight into my very soul. Clothed in an extravagant tailored coat, he had the air of a lord, but something more, something perpetual, like no one I’d ever known. I had seen him somewhere before, but where exactly, I failed to remember. I was reduced to nothing. All of my previous thoughts, even my fear of how I came to be here became completely insignificant. I lost myself. I sat frozen on the sofa watching and waiting. He must have sensed my fear as his face softened and he smiled. I began to relax.
‘And so I suppose you’re speculating how you came to find yourself here?’ he asked, his voice calm and kind, like some stranger comforting a lost child.
‘You were about to have your throat slit in a dark alley and I had to restrain the assailant. You fainted and I having no notion of where you live brought you here instead of living you to die on the street.’ I was silent and looked away from him and into the fire. Sensing my discomfort he turned to me again and waited for me to reply. It took me a few moments to get my thoughts in order when he spoke to me again.
‘You were about to have your throat slit in a dark alley and I had to restrain the assailant. You fainted and I having no notion of where you live brought you here instead of living you to die on the street.’ I was silent and looked away from him and into the fire. Sensing my discomfort he turned to me again and waited for me to reply. It took me a few moments to get my thoughts in order when he spoke to me again.
I could sense her fear and confusion as she stared back at me after an uncomfortable silence. Those coffee colored brown eyes searched my face, biting her bottom lip anxiously until she bit is so hard that it punctured a hole and burst, the warm crimson blood trickling down her lip. This aroused me and filled me with a strong passion, the meal I had before completely forgotten as I watched the blood treacle slowly down her chin and drip onto the lacy bodice of her indigo gown. I had to steal myself away not to lunge at her. I went over to the dust covered liquor cabinet and poured her a merlot to warm her up. She took it from me appreciatively and put it to her lips. I watched her drain the glass and saw the color begin to rise in her cheeks and her eyes grow brighter. Not long after she spoke again.
‘It is most generous of you, but I’m afraid I know not your name.’ She said, regarding me with curiosity as I am used to most mortals doing.
‘Though ironically I know yours, Ophelia,’ I said, ‘My name is Louis, I’ve seen you perform in the Kings Theatre countless times.’
‘Oh! I had a feeling I’d seen you somewhere before.’ She said, and paused to take another sip, ‘ I cant thank you enough for what you did.’
‘The pleasures all mine.’ I took her hand into mine and she got up, her amber eyes told me she trusted me completely and so I led her out of the room and into the hall.
The interior of the house was lavishly furnished with mahogany and rosewood furniture. A candle was lit here and there, but the atmosphere remained dim and sober. As he led me down the stairs I was able to get a better look at him. He was slightly taller than me and of a slender build, with dark shoulder length hair combed back out of his face, with a few strands hanging loose. His fingernails were glass. I hadn’t noticed this until now and carefully I tried to get a better glimpse. Downstairs, he led me to an ornately carved double door. I stood aside as he opened it and watched in awe as he led me into the vast elaborately decorated room and seated me at the table.
‘I understand you must be hungry, I’ll see go see what I can get you.’ He said and left the room.
I got up and walked around the room, the priceless paintings of Dutch masters covered the walls and although the fire was burning in the hearth the room had a cold feel about it. I hadn’t noticed him come in and set the silver tray of food on the table. I turned around and saw him sitting at the head of the table and watching me and waiting. He stood up and pulled out the chair for me to sit down and lifted the silver cover off the plate. A roast chicken and vegetables finely cooked and a freshly uncorked bottle of wine which he poured generously into the fine crystal glass. As I ate I observed him out of the corner of my eye as he sat there motionless as if under a heavy spell. A carriage pulled up in the drive of the house and I could hear the click of heals coming towards the room, a rich loud voice singing a song, eventually growing louder as he neared the door.
‘Louis!’ he sang, ‘Oh Louis?’
Louis got up and moved towards the double door as it was flung open by a prolifically dressed gentleman wearing a top hat from which his shoulder length flaxen curls cascaded. He took off the top hat and ran a hand through his hair, his wide mouth smiling and his brilliant blue eyes luminous like gems in contrast to his alabaster complexion as he looked at me.
He clamped a hand on Louis’s shoulder and exclaimed, ‘Why Louis, I see you’ve got a guest! And who may this charming mademoiselle be?’ he said, grinning at me, his eyes glinting with mischief.
I stared rapt as Louis introduced me and extended my hand to him without knowing it. His lips caressed my shaking hand like a panther caressing its victim before devouring it as I sat there lost in his cobalt eyed gaze. He grinned and called for Louis to bring him a glass, which he obediently did. Lestat shared the same incandescence Louis possessed, a seemingly ageless quality, though out of the two, he was the more charismatic of the two and did most of the talking while Louis stared into the fire, every now and then glancing at us.
‘Why, you’re as cold as ice, my dear!’ said Lestat, putting his arm around me and teasing one of my loose curls. His nails, just like Louis’s. Without me noticing he led me to a sofa near the fireplace and we sat down, Lestat pouring me another glass.
‘Oh, I don’t feel too good, Lestat.’ I said as he put the bottle down on the table and wrapped his arm around me, ‘I think I’ve had enough.’ I insisted.
‘Ophelia, darling, you have no head for fine wine like this!’ he exclaimed and laughed. He lifted the glass to my lips. ‘What would you say if I tasted your lips?’ he asked, twisting a lose strand of my hair into a ringlet, his face only inches from mine.
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- Location:cushy black chair
- Mood:
aggravated - Music:Fallout Boy - This aint a scene
(btw the dress makes me look like I'm pregnant - I'm not really as fat as it makes me look!)
Satine and Scarlet - wanted for their exploits in assisting the notorious Jack Sparrow....
Yeah, I know that sounded kind of lame, but I'm just in the mood. I was thinking about you all day, it was so unexpected that my family got together to 'celebrate' the divorce, or whatever was the meaning of going to the coast and having lunch. Did you have fun at Sea World? How many times did you go on the pirate ship ride?! My record is 11 times in a row!! Haha I know, spastic.
It was just good to be by the sea again. Before my family collapsed I used to sneak out every night and on the rocks by the Brisbane river and dip my feet into the water that flowed in from the ocean and then back out again.
You're so lucky your holidays have started, my school dosnt finnish till thursday, but I'll only go for mon, tue, and wed, because on thursday I have to fly to NZ with my ex-step-father. The itinery includes leaving me to do whatever I like all day, listening to him go on about how much he hates my mother, and sitting with him in the club lounge getting head splittingly drunk. My main consern is that I'll blurt out something personal, if you know what I mean, and get myself into trouble...
'One day I'll fly away...leave all this to yesterday...'
Satine, how do you manage to spend so much time with your family? For me 'family holidays' was something that I dreaded all year! Well the main thing is that you're somewhere nice! Oh I'm already imagining what fun we'll have when we meet up!
I was just thinking, if this was the 18th century, I'd run away and become a pirate...pirates are the only thing I can think of at the moment - a pleasant change from vampires, maybe thats why this journal post isn't so dark and melancholic.
But here is the real probleme - I dont know how to send you any messages or leave messages on your journal, which by the way has the most dishy Jack Sparrow picture....
Jack Sparrow...I'm going to close my eyes and picture myself on the sand, lying in his arms.....*sigh*
I want to write a pirate story, dedicated completly to you darling, with you as the main character, but right now I dont where or how to begin! But I will do it, I just need to put my mind to it! I havent written anything in ages and now...well you know that feeling you get when you feel a sneeze comming on and you try to supress it...well its sort of like that! Any day now I'll just sit down and the idea will come to me!
~To Satine~
When Twilight drops her curtain down
And pins it with a star
Remember that you have a friend
Though she may wounder far.
~~~(I have no idea who wrote that, but it reminds me of you!)~~~
xXx
<3<3<3
Scarlett
- Location:Jack Sparrows arms
- Mood: apathetic
- Music:Demolition Lovers - My Chemical Romance
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No one is immortal. Everyone that lives must drink from the bottom of the cup. Once we are gone, we become nothing but memories, memories that warm our hearts or make our blood run cold.
After all those weeks, I saw Him again. As always when in company, we hardly acknowledged each others presence. No one will ever know what happened that weekend, He has made sure of it, and so have I. But its better that way. Because it was a mistake, something I regret so much that it hangs like a lead anchor on my conscience and weighs down my heart with shame. Alcohol fueled passion is a dangerous thing, when feelings never meant to be expressed are let out. But I am to blame, for I should have known better.
After all those weeks, I saw Him again. As always when in company, we hardly acknowledged each others presence. No one will ever know what happened that weekend, He has made sure of it, and so have I. But its better that way. Because it was a mistake, something I regret so much that it hangs like a lead anchor on my conscience and weighs down my heart with shame. Alcohol fueled passion is a dangerous thing, when feelings never meant to be expressed are let out. But I am to blame, for I should have known better.
I am so childish in many ways. Like a child that wants a toy it can’t have, when it finally gets that toy, it loses interest in it soon after accumulating it. That is how I am and was that night and the night after.
I have a thing for Johnny Depp, and when I finally met a guy that looked so much like him and was just overall dishy, I pursued him. It was simple, as it turned out; he wanted me just as much. The seven year age difference made it all the more exciting as I like my men older and experienced, not to mention, to have looks and charisma. It was my full intention to drive him wild by wearing that lacy black pinstriped corset, but I had no idea that it would be so successful. This went on for two nights. The second night we drank so much absinthe. I thought it was going to be once off, I’m only 16 after all, I had to keep reminding him. Well I am not used to be treated so well by any guy. He was the first guy I had been with since that 25 year old tried to rape me in that alleyway. We both got what we wanted and avoided each other for the next two weeks. Pete and Mark had their suspicions, but He made sure nothing would be said, by telling them that he didn’t want me walking the streets alone so he ‘walked me home’ but I wanted to go find some guys and ended up ditching me. So he gave them the impression that I’m a street whore. I can only say that I am glad that I didn’t fuck him. I have no intention of fucking anyone. It was a shock to see him last night. He’d walked past the door several times before actually coming in, only staying a few minutes; he was going to the Regatta with the girl he’d so often denounced as a common trollop. It’s so typical of older guys wanting to deflower innocent young girls. I’m glad I didn’t give him that satisfaction. Let him have all the cheap whores in the world. Once again I was nothing but a fucking doll. A fucking plaything. That is all I’ve ever been and ever will be. ‘The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.’ This is the 21st century, there is no such thing as ‘love’ it’s a word made cheap and overused, nothing more.
School:
Although I barely passed the test, Biology is my favorite class. Christian, who I was certain despised me, announced that I was his best friend in the class, something that came to me as a shock, due to the way he is always dark and sarcastic to me, while so cordial and sickening nice to the girly girls. He reminds me so much of Buster Keaton that talking to him makes me happy in a weird way. Every biology class I sit with two guys either side of me, and am viewed with contempt by the ‘popular’ girls who think I am a complete trollop, but who cares! Guys are great as friends, they are so easy to talk to and they won’t backstab you! Aaron who I find completely repulsive is always far too close, and now as a result he’s caught my cold. You’d think that would teach him to keep a bit of distance and give me some personal space, but nope, no luck there. These days I’ve been talking to Hugh a lot more, though he never says much, he is such a sweet guy, though I only wish he wasn’t so shy! Something that I realized, is that he has the same eyes as Gerard Way, the same bone structure and all, in fact, if he grey his hair longer and straightened it, he would look so much like him, and I would be chasing after him! But I only wish he would talk to me more! I’m always the one who talks to him. It kills me. Last lesson, Geoffrey who is smitten by Emma was asking me for tips on how to win her heart. I did all I could to give him advice, but it is so hard, for Emma just wants to be ‘friends’ and is a total nerd, she only cares about her studies! She doesn’t care about guys! I know only too well what it is like to be heartbroken, I hate seeing anyone like that, because he is a pretty nice guy and would probably make any girl a great boyfriend. Of course it’s kind of awkward to be surrounded by a bunch of guys who are hanging off my every word, but it cheers me. I’m pissed off badly because at school my best friend is Riorden, and when people see us together, they think we’re going out! It’s not like that all, we are best friends, nothing more! Why do people think these things, we don’t hold hands or anything like that, just because we’re always together, people just jump to that conclusion. That is the reason David and Andre no longer covet me! Last year David was crazy about me, now he’s just awkward! Finally on Thursday when he asked how long we were going out for, I explained it to him, that we are just best friends and that I’m not going out with anyone at the moment. So now I’m hoping he might ask me out. Its not that I like him at all, Christ, he would be a terrible boyfriend, he goes to church and everything, he’s practically a saint, he probably hasn’t even kissed anyone, ever, he wouldn’t know how to please me! It would be like going on a date with your brother…who would pay for you….which is always good, part of the reason I bother with these guys I feel nothing for. I don’t expect you to read this and jump to add me as a friend; I don’t want you to like me….
Although I barely passed the test, Biology is my favorite class. Christian, who I was certain despised me, announced that I was his best friend in the class, something that came to me as a shock, due to the way he is always dark and sarcastic to me, while so cordial and sickening nice to the girly girls. He reminds me so much of Buster Keaton that talking to him makes me happy in a weird way. Every biology class I sit with two guys either side of me, and am viewed with contempt by the ‘popular’ girls who think I am a complete trollop, but who cares! Guys are great as friends, they are so easy to talk to and they won’t backstab you! Aaron who I find completely repulsive is always far too close, and now as a result he’s caught my cold. You’d think that would teach him to keep a bit of distance and give me some personal space, but nope, no luck there. These days I’ve been talking to Hugh a lot more, though he never says much, he is such a sweet guy, though I only wish he wasn’t so shy! Something that I realized, is that he has the same eyes as Gerard Way, the same bone structure and all, in fact, if he grey his hair longer and straightened it, he would look so much like him, and I would be chasing after him! But I only wish he would talk to me more! I’m always the one who talks to him. It kills me. Last lesson, Geoffrey who is smitten by Emma was asking me for tips on how to win her heart. I did all I could to give him advice, but it is so hard, for Emma just wants to be ‘friends’ and is a total nerd, she only cares about her studies! She doesn’t care about guys! I know only too well what it is like to be heartbroken, I hate seeing anyone like that, because he is a pretty nice guy and would probably make any girl a great boyfriend. Of course it’s kind of awkward to be surrounded by a bunch of guys who are hanging off my every word, but it cheers me. I’m pissed off badly because at school my best friend is Riorden, and when people see us together, they think we’re going out! It’s not like that all, we are best friends, nothing more! Why do people think these things, we don’t hold hands or anything like that, just because we’re always together, people just jump to that conclusion. That is the reason David and Andre no longer covet me! Last year David was crazy about me, now he’s just awkward! Finally on Thursday when he asked how long we were going out for, I explained it to him, that we are just best friends and that I’m not going out with anyone at the moment. So now I’m hoping he might ask me out. Its not that I like him at all, Christ, he would be a terrible boyfriend, he goes to church and everything, he’s practically a saint, he probably hasn’t even kissed anyone, ever, he wouldn’t know how to please me! It would be like going on a date with your brother…who would pay for you….which is always good, part of the reason I bother with these guys I feel nothing for. I don’t expect you to read this and jump to add me as a friend; I don’t want you to like me….
Haha, Satine, I was just remembering what you told me of the Libertine! Have an awesome holiday! Love you not sexually! LOL! *hugs*
XXx
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Scarlett
- Location:cushy black chair
- Mood: drained
- Music:Thursday - 5-4-3-2-1
