XXTiaXx: hi everyone this is me and ToxicXDolly working together to do this FF. I will generally be writing from Gabriel/IL's and Lestat's POV and ToxicXDolly will generally be doing Lillian's and Alice's. Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Swearing and violence at some point. And possibly some other things that may happen but when they do I'll let you know :P
Disclaimer: we own nothing except our own Characters we created (Gabriel and Lestat(and no its not the one from the Anne Rice Novel ¬ ¬))
Gabriel was sat in his room clutching onto his mothers rosary praying in a language only his mother and father understood. It was not a secret language he had created as most people would've expected as he was only 6years old. It was a language his father had created, telling both his son and his wife that it was a holy language that God had taught him in a dream. Of course his wife Dahla new that he was insane but she could only obey him and do as he said for the safety and wellbeing of both herself and her beautiful son.
Gabriel jumps up as he hears a high pitched scream and runs into his parents bedroom. His mother was lying on the floor dead, his father stood there with a look of pure hatred on his face. "Gabriel, your mother was a sinner and a blasphemer. She was working with the devil. We must leave this impure home and travel to London, just as God told me."
Not a single person in my village had mourned over my mothers death except myself. Many of the women came to say goodbye to me before I left with my father, travelling horseback with all our belongings and money.
It took us 2years to finally reach London and when me and my father had arrived at my grandmothers mansion I didn't expect such a grand welcoming. She had thrown a ball just for us. All of the noble families were attending. Once me and my father were washed and dressed we both walked into the ballroom, greeted by many sad faces who had heard of our grief. My father was already mingling with a group of young girls when I noticed a beautiful young girl, about my age, with pale skin, long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. Was she like me? Was she an Angel that had been blessed upon man in a human body?
My mother had told me stories of when I would find my perfect match when I was older, more mature. Was this her? We both had hair that radiated the purity of heaven, mine the pure white hers the radiating gold, her eyes the sky blue, mine the silvery wings of the angels. Yes this had to be her.
She walks over to me elegantly and gracefully and as she reaches me she stretches her hand out and…
Hits me rather hard on the shoulder then grins. "Tag, your it!" she laughs before running outside, taking her shoes off and running barefoot in the mud.
What in God's good name had just happened?