LESTAT
Roaming the midnight streets of London, alone again. He ambled about wondering if he should eat. He was not thirsty, only bored. At leats hunting would've been something to do. Ever since the band had taken a hiatus and Jessie had left him to seek her own fortune he had been haunted by one unwelcome feeling: boredum. Nobody to talk to except for raving groupies, who would've given their lives just for him to "kiss" their necks. Nobody to share enternity with. So many had promised, so many had lied and betrayed him. Maybe not all vampires could live with other vampires. Or maybe what they said about him was true, maybe he was in fact unbearable. Whatever the case, Lestat was once again 'loning it in the darkened streets of Dublin.
He was considering just turning and heading back to his apartment when he heard a struggling noise coming from a near by alley way. He peered in to listen and watch. Through the darkness he saw a young girl, no older than thirteen trying to climb out of her window. she was stuck half way through and struggling to get out. Lestat entered the alley way, hidden completely by the shadows and watched the little girl, debating to himself on whether or not to strike.
"A little young to be sneaking out, aren't we?" Lestat said with a smirk, emerging from the shadows. The girl gasped and lost her balance, tumbling to the cobble stone street. She stood up and brushed herself off, rubbing her obviously sore back.
"Judas preist on a pony! I thought you were my step father!" The girl gasped in relief. Lestat stared at her and she stared at him right back. Now that she was in the moonlight he could see she had flaming red hair, like that of a gaping wound and very fair skin. She was wearing a trash bag as a shirt and a pair of jeans that seemed to be held together by only safety pins and shoe laces.
"Hey, I know who you are. You're that vampire guy, Lestat, right? My friend has a hufe crush on you. Well, my name is Piper. Its nice to meet you." She said, extending her dainty hand. Lestat shook and was not surpised when she jumped from how cold it was, but was surpised when she didn't let go imediatly.
"I suppose you're going to kill me and drink my blood. Make it quick if you can." Piper said with a heavy sigh, moving her fire engine red hair away from the left side of her neck. Lestat put up his hand and shook his head.
"I have no intentions of killing you...now." He added. Piper laughed loudly and it echoed through the walls of the alley.
"But you did, didn't you!" She taunted, still chuckling. "I'm not afraid of you Lestat." She said very quietly when her laughter had faded. Lestat just gazed at her. He could sense it on her that she was telling the truth. Her stance was casual, her mood fair, her attitude reasonable. She was honestly comfortable with standing by a man who had just admitted to wanting to drink her.
"How very odd." Lestat mumbled. He turned to leave, but Piper stopped him.
"Where do you think you're going? I want to know something!" She called after him. He turned back around and stood there, nothing but a shadow cast from the moonlight.
"Why didn't you kill me?" She asked once she had in attention. Lestat thought for a moment before answering because he himself was not sure. Why did he stop himself from striking? Why had he turned down what could've been a perfectly good meal? Was it his loneliness taking control?
"You're amusing to me I suppose." He said finally. Piper cocked her head to the side.
"You suppose? Well, I can be much more amusing if you like." She offered shyly. Lestat smiled slightly and nodded. Piper perked up and trotted to his side. "Such a gentlemen." She teased when he held out his arm for her to latch onto.
"Tell me about yourself. I'm very curious. What's life like being a thirteen year old girl?" Lestat asked as they left the alley way and made their way down the abandonned streets.
"Well, I live with my mother and my step father. I'm an only child. I love cats...Hm, what else?" Her voice trailed off as she tought of more to say.
"Step fathere? What about your real father?" Lestat asked. Piper bit her lip and he knew he had struck a nerve.
"Its a very long story." Piper sighed, looking at her boots.
"I've got all night." Lestat offered. Piper smiled at him.
"Well, I was bron in London, as you can probably tell from my voice. My mom was still with my dad then. But she met my step dad Rob and had an affair. She left my dad for him and got custody of me in this huge court battle my parents had. Rob insisted we move away from London and go back to Dublin, which is where he was from. We left a lot behind; my friends, my family, my father..." Her voice trailed off again as she glared up at the night sky. She sniffed and hurriedly wiped her eyes. Lestat didn't judge or blame her for getting emotional.
"Do you like your step father?" Lestat asked when Piper had regained her composure.
"No, not at all. He's a bosy jerk who tries to tell me how to dress myself. He treats me like I'm five. I hate him. He's the reason I'm stuck her instead of with my real dad." Piper ranted on. Lestat could feel her fuming from the inside out. A hate that strong could melt steel and collapse buildings.
"And so you retaliate by wearing trash bags?" Lestat smirked. Piper laughed a little too.
"I was actually sneaking out to visit my band. I'm a singer, just like you. But I do stuff like sneak out and mouth off all the time. Its kind of my way at getting back at them." Piper explained. Lestat nodded.
"Passive aggressive?" He teased. Piper smiled and nodded.
"No other way to describe it." She said with a shrug.
The two ktp on walking until the reached a small open diner and went in to sit down. Lestat listened patiently as Piper ranted and talked on and on about her life. He was charmed by her human qualities. She felt so much, more then he thought a human could. She was emotional about nearly everything from if the calender had the wrong date to her parents. She was very stubborn and hot headed as well, something that reminded Lestat of himself. Piper was also quiet beautiful, in a strange way. He loved that she was human and that she felt the way she did about things. And so he sat there with her as she charmed and disarmed him with her words of another place in time.
"Well, that's about all I can think to tell you. The life of an eighth grader is probably very boring to somebody who's immortal." Piper finished. Lestat blinked at her.
"No, I find it quite interesting. You're so wrapped up in yourself that you barely see past you nose most of the time. You have to remember that the world is much bigger and grander than just eighth grade." Lestat explained to her. "But either way I find the way you feel about things lovely."
"Thank you Lestat. That means a lot to me." Piper said honestly. "Now tell me what its like to be a vampire. I'm sure your life if much more interesting." Piper insisted. Lestat sighed.
He told her how he became a vampire. He told her about Luis and Claudia and his journey with them. He told her about how they had tried to kill him twice to no prevail. He explained to her what one might do to turn another into a vampire.
"I could turn you into one right now if you like." Lestat offered. Piper, who was getting more and more tired by the minute, yawned and shook her head.
"No thank you Lestat. As interesting as it must be, immortality just seems too sad. I mean, watching all your friends and family die while you live on. Much too depressing for my taste. But thank you for offering." Piper refused. Lestat shrugged and continued.
He told her about his one hundred years of sleep and how he had longed so badly for a companion. He confessed to her about his rock stardom and how he used to drink his groupies, if you could even call them that. He told her about Jessie and how he had loved her so much and how once she was a vampire she abandonned him to realize her own greatness. It was quite a long story and by the time he had finished, Piper was nodding off.
"How rude." Lestat chuckled to himself. He decided not to wake her. It was around three AM and they had a long walk home. He lifted her up and carried her home at lightening speed, reaching her window in a matter of seconds. He silently crept through the window and placed Piper back on her tiny bed, where she fit perfectly. Lestat watched watched her for a moment or two before turning and leaving...