Disclaimer: The only character I own in this is Faith. The rest are based off of the characters of Anne Rice.
Author's Notes: I AM SO SORRY!! I realize I haven't updated in forever, and I apologize profusely!! I have had so much writer's block over this chapter, and the next, so it's taken me forever. The bad news, however, is that the next chapter will be the last, to avoid ruining the story by pushing it farther than I can. Thank you to everyone who has been reading this and commenting, I love you all!!
Immortal
Chapter 7
The key was still clutched in Faith's hand when she woke that evening to the sound of music. Her first thought was that she left her iPod on, but that couldn't be it; her iPod was at home.
Curious, she climbed out of the bed and moved toward the door. The music grew louder with every step. Opening the door, she realized that the music was coming from the grand piano in the large room down the hallway.
She cautiously walked down the hall, toward the piano. When she reached the ballroom, she came to the realization that it was Lestat playing. She took a few tentative steps forward before Lestat's voice stopped her.
"Ah, Faith, you're awake," he said without turning from his song.
"Yes," she responded timidly. She sat down next to Lestat on the piano bench. She watched his fingers dance across the keys before she spoke.
"I should apologize for my behavior last night." Her words came out a whisper.
"Don't," Lestat said abruptly. "You have every right to know my intentions. After all, it is your life on the line."
She ignored his crude remark. "What is it you want to do?"
"I want to make you one of us," he began. "However, I need your complete, unwavering trust."
"But I do trust you," she protested.
"Not enough, cherie. Right now, you're still of the mindset that I'm going to just turn to you at random, and bleed you dry." He turned to her as if to demonstrate this, ceasing his melody shortly. She cringed visibly, emitting a small squeak. "My point exactly." He continued playing, leaving Faith in stunned silence.
"No sooner?" She whispered a second later.
"No."
"Why did you choose me anyway? Surely you would have known my fear of you."
"You have a strong soul. When I do change you, you will thrive. You will be able to kill ruthlessly if need be, but you will never lose control of the human that remains in all of us. You won't be the typical monster." He stopped playing. "You're beautiful. You're perfect." He touched her cheek lightly. "You'll make the ideal vampire." He pulled his hand away. "Now if you'll excuse me, love, I need to hunt."
He was gone in an instant. She looked around, only to find herself alone at the piano. She plucked out a few notes before standing and going to Louis' door. She went through, and climbed the stairs to his library. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, shutting it quietly.
The library was empty and almost eerily silent.
She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of ancient books. Scanning the shelves, she noticed a wide variety of French novels, and a few in Latin, with titles she didn't understand. A moment later, she found a book of poetry, this time, in English. She pulled it down and began to flip through the dusty pages.
She found The Raven and began to read it, taking it in with the intense fascination she's had when she was younger. She'd memorized it in high school, recited it for the talent show sophomore year, and still woke up repeating it to herself.
"'Nevermore,'" Louis' voice came suddenly as she read the last line. She jumped. He let out a small laugh from behind her.
"Wh- where did you come from?" she asked, looking around to find him. She looked over her shoulder to see him right there.
"You didn't notice me because you seemed very into your recital of The Raven."
She blushed. "I was reading aloud?"
He nodded, grinning.
"Oh." She mentally smacked herself in the forehead. Way to go, Faith, randomly start spewing poetry in the middle of what you think is an empty room…
She glanced over her shoulder, and jumped when she realized Louis was still standing right there.
He laughed silently, and caught her gaze. She was slightly shocked when she didn't feel the hypnotic pull, which she felt when looking into the eyes of Lestat. She was amazed, instead, by the shocking green of his eyes, the golden ring that outlined the emerald, and enhanced the gold flecks that danced in the dim light.
He brushed a piece of hair from her face and smiled. "It's fine, Faith. Recite all the poetry you want in here." His smile grew to reveal his teeth.
She smiled back comfortably, and found herself leaning back into him. He easily supported her and breathed in her scent, wrapping his arms gently around her. He moved her hair away from her neck, and placed a few light kisses there, right along her pulse. She relaxed further into his embrace.
"Forget Lestat," he whispered into the crook of her neck. "I want to make you mine." He bent closer, placing a few more gentle kisses to her skin, before he bit down.