Since there was a party at work that day, a launch for a new magazine, I was wearing my nice white, strapless dress with red polka dot on it. I had my hair loose around me which I did for special occasions only. I had put make up on and red lipstick to match the dress. I had red high heels shoes. I thought I looked pretty good. I admit I chose that evening to go to Lestat's place because I knew I was going to look good however, I was probably over dressed for the occasion. But who cares. To me, it was like a date. It's not like we're ever going to go for dinner and a dance anywhere. Besides, since I don't like to dress up, I was killing 2 birds with one stone sorta speak.
I was very excited, and a bit scared to be alone with him at his place. I was also a bit scared about what I might find in his pad; would there be roting corpses? Left over bones? But I chose not to dwell on that feeling.
Lestat was waiting for me outside as usual. He looked pretty handsome himself with his black leather pants and long jacket as usual. He had this sleevless red shirt on. Red as blood I thought to myself.
He lived in an old house in New Orleans, in the French Quarter. In his house, his furniture were all looking centuries old. Also, he had a piece of furniture from every era. He had a music room, of course, as he loved music of all kinds.
He showed me every room in his house and every single one of them had its mystery. It was so completely beautiful to me. I just wanted to loose myself for hours in this house.
Then we came to his bedroom. A big antic bed was standing in the middle of the room. The room was an orangy red like color, nothing fancy, no windows, lots of boxes It was fascinating.
He had boxes after boxes of memories and keepsakes. And in one of them was the violin from his story, violin that he still keeps after all this time. If you read the books, you'll know I'm talking about the one he was playing on the beach so many centuries ago, when he was first made vampire against his will, and he had had to kill that girl he was playing with and her father.
Because I knew this story, the very touch of the box or the violin sent shivers down my spine. I'm sure a tear came to my eye but I didn't want to start crying. This wasn't my drama, it was his and I had no right to steal it. I believe Lestat noticed that sensitivity in me because his ways were slowly changing towards me, becoming more soft, gentle, flirty in a way.
He took off his jacket and I could now see this almost perfect body of his. I did my best not to look or stare, didn't want him to know how I felt. He gestured for me to sit on his bed while he went to get a box from his closet. I was wondering what he could be doing with a bed, I thought they slept in coffins. I decided that I would ask that question later.
Lestat came to sit on the bed beside me, and opened up a box of old pictures. In there, there were pictures dating back from the time he was still human. He had kept them in special wrapping to preserve them.
" Gabrielle gave those to me, when she didn't have any use of them anymore" He said to me.
I knew Gabrielle was his human mother turned vampire by him; he didn't have to explain it to me. But for your knowledge, I will tell you quickly that Lestat made his mother, Gabrielle, into a vampire when she was sick and dying. She and him had had a special relationship before he was a vampire himself; an understanding of each other, unconditional love. This is why he did it. She became a very different person afterwards but he had always loved her and she loved him too.
Back to the story. I was totally amazed by these pictures, so much so that I didn't notice right away when Lestat had started to stare at me and wasn't listening to me talk anymore. He seemed in another world right now, starring at me.
He moved slowly, closer and closer to me until his mouth was inches from my mouth. He knew what he was doing. Centuries of practice made him very skilled. I couldn't feel his breathe on my face because he had none, but he could feel mine. I imagined that mine was surely warm to him and most likely exciting.
Moving my hair off my left shoulder with his fingers and moving his lips to my left ear slowly he said softly:
" You look very beautiful tonight, very desirable."
I wanted to move away, but I didn't. My mind was telling me to leave but I was too intrigued, too attracted by him I guess.
With Lestat, it was different. It wasn't so much his physique that attracted me, though that surely helped, but his mind, his personality, his body language. He was a fiend and a lover at the same time. He could kill you, and give you life with the same breath. For the first time in my life, I met someone to whom I could relate so badly it was intoxicating.
We stayed like this for a while, looking at each other's eyes as if trying to see a glimpse of each other's soul. Then he moved to kiss me. First, softly, barely touching my lips, never leaving each other's eyes. Then, he put his arms around me like a foe wanting to lock in his prey for the kill, and kissed me deeply, passionately. I felt myself abandoning the little bit of control I had and not being able to move in his grip, I simply moved my head sideways, away from his mouth, and said " no please stop Lestat. I don't want this with you."..But I knew he wouldn't and I cannot say it was very convincing. I knew this would just make things more pleasurable for him, especially that he now had his mouth on my neck and was kissing it.
Without saying a word, he laid me down on the bed and put my hands high to a side pole from the headrest of the bed, and directed my fingers to grip it. Of course this made my strapless dress go down exposing my breasts which were covered by his hard naked chest. I kept looking at him. I must have looked scared or intrigued, I'm not too sure which emotions were transparent on my face, I wasn't too sure what I was feeling, but I made certain he couldn't read my excitement. I didn't know what was going to happen next but I have to say that I was on the verge of not caring. If this had to be my last night, well, I just might be going out with a bang…..sorta speak.
Lestat continued kissing me again. Then moved slowly down to my neck. I was surely loosing my mind now. He was moving slowly from my neck, to my chest, to my exposed breasts. He started sucking there and I let go of my hands but he was quick at putting my hands back on the rail and tell me not to let go till he tells me so. Then he continued where he was but this time, brushing his fangs against my left breast, sending a chill all over my body. I couldn't help myself but arched my back and let out a soft moan. This was maddening. Then he was sucking again, hard. I'm guessing the scratch must have made me bleed but I wasn't sure, nor did I want to see it. At the same time, he put his hand between my legs, entering slowly with his fingers. I had no idea if it was pleasure or pain that I was feeling but I was fighting hard to keep my thoughts straight. I couldn't decide whether I wanted this or not.
Then I begged him to stop, which he did. And at that moment, I thought that maybe I would be saved, body and soul. But instead, he looked at me very intrigued and said
"Ma chère, If you can still think properly, than I must be doing something wrong"
With a move that was faster than I could see, he went down between my legs and put my right leg onto his shoulder. Slowly, gracefully, he started kissing my inner thigh while I could feel his other hand moving for his fingers to enter me again. As he licked my inner thigh now, his fingers entered me fast and hard. I was loosing my mind now and I certainly gripped that bar a little harder. Somehow, whether by instinct or by centuries of practice, he knew when I was on the verge of an orgasm and bit my thigh at the same time. I let out a loud moan and hanged on to that bar real hard. Pleasure or pain, what was it, I didn't know. I thought it was the end, that he would kill me but I didn't care. I couldn't think of a better way to die. I never wanted it to go that far, but regardless, he managed to get what he wanted; my blood, my soul.
Suddenly, he stopped. I wasn't dead, but I thought I was close to it because I felt so tired. A more proper word for this feeling would probably be "drained". I went to my side and curled up like a baby. I couldn't move, I was loosing consciousness, I needed to sleep. I was between 2 worlds but I remember him putting a cover over me and telling me to rest. I remember he was sitting in a chair with a puzzled look on his face, staring at me. I wanted to know what had happened but I couldn't do it, I had to sleep. I was exhausted and probably also needed a blood supply. Then that was it, darkness, I was asleep.
