Chpt 2: Reunion
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Chpt 2: Reunion
It has been weeks now and I haven't seen one inch of that mysterious man named Lestat. And what was strange was…I can't forget about him. Not only for one small second. Even though I knew he was some kind of weird cannibal, explaining about the whole ripping out the men's throats and all. But yet, it never explained to myself why I can't stop thinking about him. Ever since that night when he saved me from those three men, I have been going from one person to the next in town asking if they knew a man named Lestat Du Lioncourt. None was a success. No one even heard those three words before.
I sighed; giving up at my search no matter how hard my heart yearned to go on. I cursed that inner organ with each thought of mine about him as I made it back home. What was so special about him anyways? Was it his eyes, his face, or that perfect structure of his body? And why did the simple sight of him make me want to…touch him so badly. At that thought I gave a shiver, imagining the blonde demon angel running his fingers across my skin, leaving trails of goose bumps where his fingers were.
NO!
I will not think of such feelings towards that man! Yes, he may be handsome but I have no business towards him and him towards me. It was only one meeting, not like he really promised in seeing me again. So I should just forget about him right now. He was probably in a room with some other person anyhow, seducing them with his angel like charms and cocky smile. This rose a laugh in my throat as I imagined this actually happening and I was able to relax and continue on back towards my empty home, glad that I was able to get over him quickly with simple facts.
Oh how I now laugh in how much of an idiot I was to just think it was all over…
When I set foot in my home, I noticed in how all the lights seemed to be dimmed down, leaving lights of shadows instead. I raised an eyebrow; confused in why my house had it's lost of light. Was the reason because the candles burnt out or something? I had no idea, so I just kept walking inside my dark filled home. After a few seconds of walking down my lone hallways I then paused when I finally noticed a gentle crackling sound of a fire that seemed to be up on the second floor. It was strange because before I left to go up town, my mother and young sister was going into the market with a few slaves to get some food and material. They said they would be in town for the night and then come back tomorrow morning. No one was supposed to be in the house. My heart raced at the thought of someone breaking in my home, so I cautiously started to walk slowly up the stairs, towards the mysterious light. When I reached the second floor I looked to my left to see our two antique swords crossing each other in an 'X' on the wall, showing off their glory to everyone. I always hated them, afraid that someone would take one and hurt themselves or others. But in situations such as this, I was actually thankful.
I took one of the blades, clutching it so hard as my knuckles turned white as I continued down the hallway, inching closer and closer to the room where the fire was lit. It was then, as I got closer, I soon came to realize that the direction of the fire light lead right to my room. This caused my panic to rise in further within myself. 'Why me? Why does it ALWAYS have to be me?' I asked my Lord, pleading for a sign for the reason why so much misfortune has happened to me yet so far.
I pushed my foot on the door lightly, making it swing silently open as I entered the room with my blade clutched close to my side as my emerald green eyes darted back and forth. It was only in time that they soon rested on a figure sitting in my chair, back facing me, as it was gazing into the fire place, drinking out of one of my wine glasses filled with red wine. Or at least…I thought it was red wine at the time. Seconds later after I starred at the man sitting in my chair that I finally had a guess who this intruder was. It was when I saw the mess of blonde curls on top of his head, neatly brushed down that I knew it was him.
"Lestat?" I called out, mumbling a bit as I stepped closer, seeing if it was truly him. I then only paused when the man replied with a deep beautiful chuckle. "How you know it was me Young Louis?" He asked, amusement coming from his voice like how a cat purrs before she jumps on her prey.
Great…just great. Just when I thought I would never see him again and that I finally got over him…. He suddenly showed up back into my mind and life. "Just a guess." I replied a bit harshly. I was always in a damn grumpy mood when someone dared enter my home without permission.
Lestat gave his same charming laugh once again as he got up from my chair with the wine glass still in his hand as he turned towards my direction, striking me with his purple-blue eyes. At this sudden eye contact, it caused me to step back, almost making me stumble and fall backwards. But I regained my strength and remained standing, not daring to make a fool of myself in front of him.
He chuckled again at my sudden shock and movement and took one step towards me with an entertained smile, taking one sip out of the wine glass.
"No welcoming hug or kiss?" He teased with a sly grin
"And why the hell would you think that? You broke into my HOUSE!" I spat back.
Step
"Oh…. Louis that really hurts my heart."
"I don't give a damn about your heart! And how you know my name!"
"Louis please, lower your voice. It's really hurting my precious ears when you yell like that."
"Stop avoiding my question Lestat…"
"Damn you look so cute when you're so mad looking"
Step
"Lestat!"
"Touché. But it's not so easy to explain Young Louis. I have my ways to get these kind of information."
"I'm very mad right now Lestat, so I have no time in being touché' or not! Now will you PLEASE stop calling me 'Young' Louis? Its just Louis!"
"No… I like calling you Young Louis."
Step
"Your REALLY trying my patience here Lestat…"
"You should know that about me right now."
"Lestat-"
I was then interrupted when his last step led me to a dead end at a wall, my back pressing hard against it as he loomed over close to me, making sure there was no way to escape. Just like that guy he saved me from before. 'Great…well done.' Was all I could think as I rolled my eyes hatefully at the angel before me. Lestat smiled down at me, that same old cocky smile I have just soon hated with all my heart. "Alright, enough fun. Lets talk business." Lestat began, as he didn't dare take his eyes off of mine. I paused, looking up at him like he was some crazy man who tried to use a fork to eat soup with. "Business? What business? I HAVE no business with you! All the business for you is for you to get out of my house!" I yelled at him, narrowing my eyes to give an extra measure of anger towards him.
Lestat didn't cringe one bit. He just stared at me with that same expression with that same smile. "Will you stop with the house nonsense? It's not like I stole any of your riches or anything." He said with an annoyed whine as he rolled his eyes. I just stayed quiet as I continued to glare at him and waited for him to continue in his whole business nonsense.
"Now…since I have finally gotten your FULL attention, I will continue. You owe me. You owe me for saving your life with those three thugs. And you can owe me this by giving me control as a Lord over your land and slaves." He told me with a mischievous grin on his face. I stared at him, face blank from what he has told me and then it was soon replaced by anger at his so called business and so called claiming of my land. "I don't owe you ANYTHING and I am not giving you my owner ship of my crops!" I yelled at him, straightening up and puffing out my chest so I can try to level with him, eye to eye and not try to look weak.
But the only reply I got to this notion was the look of laughter in his eyes, even though he didn't laugh out loud, I knew he was laughing. "Oh yes, you DO owe me. Why else would you think the reason of me saving you was?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow as he smiled. Somehow, his words caused my heart to drop and hurt only just a little bit. But I pushed this questionable emotion aside and shrugged. "Out of the goodness of your heart?" I said, asking if I was correct. From those seven words, it caused Lestat to reel his head back as he let out a fit of laughter. "Out of the goodness of my heart!? Now that's funny! Funny indeed!" He cried out as he continued to laugh.
He was laughing so much that tears started coming down his eyes. Strange…the color of his tears seemed to be the color red…most likely…blood. When Lestat saw my confused look he quickly turned away, wiping at his eyes with a handkerchief as quickly as possible and then turned around and looked back at me. "Oh…. I needed a good laugh." He said with a sigh and then leaned close to me, placing his left hand beside my head as he leaned. "Sorry My young Louis, but I have no heart. It's sort of dead right now." He replied to me with a smirk.
Confused at his reply, I started to open my mouth to ask what he meant by that before he clamped his other hand over it, stopping me in my tracks. "No, I did it because I want your ownership of this place. And don't worry; I just want ownership so I can get your share of the money and a place to stay as of my own. You can still live here and such, get money, sleep, and eat. Whatever you like. But I want to get complete control and you have to do as I say. So…We have a accord?" He asked, removing his hand from my mouth and lifting it toward me, waiting for a deal handshake.
My eyes traveled to his hand, examining it and then I looked back up to his eyes. "How can I trust you? I bet you will kick me out once you have complete control. And EVEN though you give me your word, I will NEVER agree!" I yelled, standing my ground as I refused to give up my right of the land. Lestat face fell a bit, turning a bit hard as his smile then turned into a scorn. "Look, I wish I didn't have to come to this, but I believe it is necessary." He said with a sigh. "You have such a nice family…A beautiful mother and a wonderful sister…. and such fragile necks…" He told me as he then took his free hand, softly tracing his finger across my neck, causing me to shiver. He smiled but didn't dare get that in the way of what he was trying to do. "Do you really want the reason for their deaths to be you?" Lestat asked me in a whispered as he leaned over my ear.
Green eyes widen in fear as thoughts of my own mother and sister were being slaughtered in front of my eyes by this angelic demon, laughing as they layed there dying as I stood there…knowing it was my own fault. I shook my head, getting the images out as I looked up at Lestat. I then slowly gave a sigh of defeat as I nodded my head. "When do you want to sign the papers?" I asked soullessly as I didn't dare meet his eyes. But I could feel them widen and a huge triumphant smile spread across his face. "I knew you would see it my way!" He cheered as he rested both of his hands on each of my shoulders. "I'll come tomorrow, at midnight sharp!" He replied with a nod of his head.
I then lifted my head, looking at him with confused eyes. "Why so late at night? Why not midday tomorrow?" I protested. I did not want to stay up that late, I'm not necessarily the kind of person who wants to stay up all night. Lestat only shook his head. "Midnight tomorrow or you'll regret it." He warned. At those very words, I nodded my head quickly. "Fine, fine. Tomorrow. Midnight." I replied quickly, hoping he didn't change his mind quickly or his mood. He smiled. "That's my Louis." He whispered. "Now…I must leave. I will see you tomorrow. And don't you dare be late." He warned as he leaned forward, face only centimeters from mine. "I don't think I could contain my hunger very long if you kept me waiting." He whispered seductively and meaningfully. Lestat smiled as he saw my face go a bit red from his sudden closeness and his words. He only then chuckled. "But till then," He began to say as he then cupped his hand behind my hand and brought my head forward into a lustful kiss. "We shall wait." He ended. And then in a flash, he was gone.
One he was gone, the room fell into an unsteady silence. I was the only one left standing in the dark filled room, with a flame flickering, and lips tingling from his sudden kiss. I placed my fingers over them, feeling the tingle and I quickly withdrew with a glare.
"Damn Lestat." I hissed and stomped out of my room, passing the dead rat unnoticeably that was laying beside my chair.
Noya: There you are!! Chapter Two!! I hope I did it right. TT What do you guys think?
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