Disclaimer: I only own Fred, Bob and Ned, and Neill. Sorry to
disappoint.myself.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. I hope you like the story so far, I know there hasn't been much horror yet but it's coming. Be patient my friends (if you could hear I was doing my vampire impression.). Okay enjoy
Ch 8 Home
Lestat and Neill rode for a long time, the sun was coming up in only an hour and Lestat was beginning to get nervous. Neill rode behind his master obediently following him no matter which road he took. He too was getting concerned about his master and himself, to be caught in the sun would not be good. He tried to put the thought out of his mind as he followed not mentioning anything to Lestat.
Fred was in front of Lestat on his horse, she had not woken up throughout the journey which Lestat was pleased about. He had admired her courage and strength during the fight in the castle. He knew when he saw her kill that man that he had made the right choice. He stroked her hair as he guided his black horse in the right direction.
Soon the shadow of a castle came into view. Lestat's new home. He smiled that it was as awful as he had left it centuries ago. He had never like this particular castle much, he had stolen it from a knight that had tried to slay him. There were too many bad memories in that place. Although he was glad that they would not burst into flames when the sun came out. He knew Neill would be pleased.
The two horses rode up to the gates of the castle which opened on their own as if they knew their master was returning. Lestat continued to ride forwards but Neill who had never been to this castle before looked up in awe. He was taken aback by the darkness of it he couldn't help but think that some greater evil than Lestat had once dwelled here and he wasn't sire whether he like it.
Fianally he snapped himself out of his trance and rode forwards to the place where his master was already lifting Fred carefully off his horse. Neill jumped down without worrying about how it looked. He watched his master unload Fred and was amazed that such an evil thing could be so caring. He didn't understand what he found in the girl, it was certain she had a quality but he didn't know why the master liked her so much.
"Do not just stand there admiring the horses. Go, take them to the stables. When you return I would like something to eat. Find the nearest village and bring me something fresh." Lestat ordered as he walked towards the doors. They too swung open when he neared them and Neill felt himself shiver slightly.
Lestat carried Fred through the dark, draughty corridors. The candles that lined them came to life as Lestat breezed past them, the hall behind him was filled with a dim light, the hall in front of him was not so inviting.
He reached the largest bedroom and strolled over to the huge four poster bed. He laid Fred down gently and she shifted position and fell into a deep sleep. He brushed a loose stand of hair away from her eyes and kissed her cold cheek.
He went over to the windows and looked out. He saw Neill coming from the stables and disappearing down a trap door in the ground. Sometimes he wondered if he had made a mistake taking Neill on as a servant, he had begged though and he did taste very good.
Lestat looked across his new land and smiled. He closed the window and then the shutters. The room was filled with blackness just as Lestat and now Fred liked it. They were home.
A/N: I know this is a very short chapter but I think it says enough. Please review. Please.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. I hope you like the story so far, I know there hasn't been much horror yet but it's coming. Be patient my friends (if you could hear I was doing my vampire impression.). Okay enjoy
Ch 8 Home
Lestat and Neill rode for a long time, the sun was coming up in only an hour and Lestat was beginning to get nervous. Neill rode behind his master obediently following him no matter which road he took. He too was getting concerned about his master and himself, to be caught in the sun would not be good. He tried to put the thought out of his mind as he followed not mentioning anything to Lestat.
Fred was in front of Lestat on his horse, she had not woken up throughout the journey which Lestat was pleased about. He had admired her courage and strength during the fight in the castle. He knew when he saw her kill that man that he had made the right choice. He stroked her hair as he guided his black horse in the right direction.
Soon the shadow of a castle came into view. Lestat's new home. He smiled that it was as awful as he had left it centuries ago. He had never like this particular castle much, he had stolen it from a knight that had tried to slay him. There were too many bad memories in that place. Although he was glad that they would not burst into flames when the sun came out. He knew Neill would be pleased.
The two horses rode up to the gates of the castle which opened on their own as if they knew their master was returning. Lestat continued to ride forwards but Neill who had never been to this castle before looked up in awe. He was taken aback by the darkness of it he couldn't help but think that some greater evil than Lestat had once dwelled here and he wasn't sire whether he like it.
Fianally he snapped himself out of his trance and rode forwards to the place where his master was already lifting Fred carefully off his horse. Neill jumped down without worrying about how it looked. He watched his master unload Fred and was amazed that such an evil thing could be so caring. He didn't understand what he found in the girl, it was certain she had a quality but he didn't know why the master liked her so much.
"Do not just stand there admiring the horses. Go, take them to the stables. When you return I would like something to eat. Find the nearest village and bring me something fresh." Lestat ordered as he walked towards the doors. They too swung open when he neared them and Neill felt himself shiver slightly.
Lestat carried Fred through the dark, draughty corridors. The candles that lined them came to life as Lestat breezed past them, the hall behind him was filled with a dim light, the hall in front of him was not so inviting.
He reached the largest bedroom and strolled over to the huge four poster bed. He laid Fred down gently and she shifted position and fell into a deep sleep. He brushed a loose stand of hair away from her eyes and kissed her cold cheek.
He went over to the windows and looked out. He saw Neill coming from the stables and disappearing down a trap door in the ground. Sometimes he wondered if he had made a mistake taking Neill on as a servant, he had begged though and he did taste very good.
Lestat looked across his new land and smiled. He closed the window and then the shutters. The room was filled with blackness just as Lestat and now Fred liked it. They were home.
A/N: I know this is a very short chapter but I think it says enough. Please review. Please.
