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The moon never looked more luminous, more gigantic then it did at that moment, looking out the small window of the jet plane. I sighed as I let my gray eyes gaze at the night sky, with its silky white clouds being sliced like butter as the small aircraft glided through the air. I was so lost in the tranquil sight before me ,that I didn't hear someone close the small, wooden door that led to the cockpit. I also didn't hear that same someone sit beside me on the small tan-leathered couch.
"Beautiful isn't it?" a deep, smooth, seductive voice whispered into my ear, sending a chill down my spine. I turned away from the peaceful sight to look at my companion.
The moonlight shining in from the window made his blue-gray eyes sparkle. His golden curls shining like a halo around his face. Pale skin so smooth that my fingers itched to feel it against my flesh. His pink lips slightly pushed out, practically inviting me to touch them with my own. I felt his long fingers play with my own blonde curls and I got ever so close to him, hip to hip.
"No matter how many times I look at it, the moon still has the same enchanting effect on me. Even after hundreds of years of gazing at it." I whispered my reply.
"I know what you mean. It's beauty is everlasting." he said, not even glancing at the giant white orb in the sky. He leaned down to me, his lips lightly brushing mine. Slow at first, but full of desire. The kiss increased rapidly. His hands slid from my hair and down my arms. My hands immediately went to his soft face as he grasped my sides. He pushed me back against the leather, mashing our bodies together. I couldn't help but giggle into the kiss. His lips left mine to traveled down my neck. The feel of his fangs against my neck only served to heighten my lust for him. I moaned as they pierced through my skin and into my vein. This was a normal, almost everyday thing for me and him. The exchaning of our blood to one another. As my red liquid left my body, I closed my eyes shut as memories of our first meeting flooded my mind.
It was a hot, summer night in New Orleans. The night sky was clear of any clouds and the crescent moon hung high above the city. I was in a small, crowded bar, sitting on one of the black, old stools as I sipped on my cup of Vodka. I got a great sense of pleasure at the feel of the burning liquid run down my throat. It made me feel just a tiny bit human.
The bars occupants ranged from business men to tourists to locals, all escaping the troubles of human life and just wanting to have fun. The music was loud and the young girls swayed to the beat as their male companions watched on lustfully. At the back of the bar sat two men in suits. One with a khaki suit with dark brown hair and brown eyes and one with a stripped, navy blue suit with dirty-blonde hair and green eyes. They looked out of place in the small, southern bar, and their eyes searched the room, as if looking for someone.
The front door opened and a breeze swept through the room, making my knee-high back dress blow with it. My eyes left the business men to see the new incomer. I gasped when I laid eyes upon him, but quickly recovered.
Lestat de Lioncourt, a.k.a. the Brat Prince, was gliding across the floor as if he owned the place. His blonde curls in a low, tiny ponytail at the back of his neck. He made his way to the table where the two men in suits were seated. They both stood up as he came to a stop before them. He stripped himself of his black, leather jacket and was now wearing a quarter-length red shirt with a slit at the top. His black, wrinkleless, pants perfectly hung on his hips and his black, business shoes shined in the light of the bar.
Every woman's eye was on him, staring him down with obvious attraction. Two girls over at the jukebox kept their eyes on him full time and gave me seductive looks which he returned with a wink. They giggled with pleasure.
He talked with the men for no more then 20 minutes, when he finally noticed me at the bar. His mouth came agape, and I snickered. I knew I looked quite attractive in my flowing, shapely dress with a matching leather jacket over top and clear heels. My blonde hair was half pinned up while the other half fell in curls around my face. Pearl earrings dangled and shimmered in the light and my eye makeup was smoky with my plump lips light pink. I played with the straw of my new fruity drink and exchanged looks with him.
Undoubtedly, he believed I was mortal. Oh, but I would show him just exactly who I was.
He mumbled something to the man with the dark hair and stood up from his seat. The man tried to call him back but Lestat either didn't hear him or chose no to. He made his way to the stool beside me and sat on it gracefully.
Of course I knew who he was. He was just as famous in the vampire world as Akasha and Enkil were, maybe even more. Escpecially after what happened to the Queen of the Damned. I may not have been one of the vampires that confronted her, but I did watch from afar. I probably shoud have helped them, but I was afraid. Not of Akasha herself, but of seeing Marius and Armand again. I knew without a doubt that they would be there, and I didn't want to face them.
Not yet, anyway.
"I hope I'm not intruding on anything, but I just couldn't help but come over here and introduced myself. I'm Lestat de Lioncourt." He said as he reached out his hand to me. I took it gracefully in my own and shook it.
"Bianca Solderini." I said with a smile.
"Bianca" he whispered "What a beautiful name." He smiled at me.
"I get that alot." I said truthfully. He laughed.
"I'm sure you do. So, Bianca, where are you from?" He asked with interest springing in his eyes.
"A little bit of everywhere, but if you must know, I was born in Florence." I replied. Images of my home town running through my mind at the mere mention of it.
"Italy? Wow, I wasn't expecting that." he said genuinely.
I smiled. "So, Lestat, where are you from?" I asked repeating his question.
"I was born in France, but my true home has always been here in New Orleans." he replied. I smiled seeing the love in is eyes for this city.
I sipped the last of my drink. Lestat noticed at once and offered to but me another one. But that same, deep, blood hunger bubbled to the surface and the smell of the mortals pumping blood filled my nostrils. It was time for me to feed. As much as I wanted to talk more with this charming vampire, I had to take my leave. As he reached his hand out to the bartender, I quickly grabbed his arm in protest.
"As much as I would love for this conversation to contiue, I'm afraid I must go." I said as I removed my hand from his arm. A look of disapointment covered his face.
"Oh, do you have to?" he said with clear distress in his eyes. I sighed. It was now or never.
I looked down. "Lestat, you of all people should understand why I must leave.."
I looked back up at his face as my fangs formed from behind my lips. He looked confused and troubled, not sure of what I mean't.
I put a tip on the baar and stood from my stool. I looked at him as I smiled, fangs no doubt shimmering in the light. Shock came upon his face immediately.
"I hope to see you again very soon, Brat Prince." I said, teasing him with his name. I swiflty left the bar, leaving him stunned on the bar stool. I sought out my meal of the night.
I antipated seeing him again. I didn't have to wait long though, for the next night he found me at my hotel suite. We talked for almost the entire night, before he retreated to take his own feed. It went like tht for a couple nights, but there was some questions that I refused to answer to him. Like, who was my creator, how old was I, why was I turned, and so on. I would tell him nothing of Marius or Armand. The pain that I had endured was still there inside me, and I refused to feel it again.
He told be about his old life, and of Louis and Claudia. About what happened with Akasha and Enkil. When he first meantioned Marius to me, I had to ignore the uncomfortable tension that I felt. He quickly moved on though, thank God, and began his talk of his career as a rockstar. He told me that the men in the bar where his agent and a record producer. He was going to return to the music business, and he wanted me to come with him to L.A. to record his new album. I gladly accepted his offer, and the next night we were off to the magical city.
While there with him, things grew more heated than I thought they would. One thing led to the other, and the next thing I know, he's asking me to be in his new music video. I was hesitant at first, but I quickly gave in and said yes.
I found myself falling for this enchanting vampire slowly. I was falling in love with our nightly talks, our sudden outbursts of passion for each other (as you just witnessed), our occasional walks under the moon. I fell in love with watching him record a new song as he got lost in the sound, the lyrics, if only for a few minutes. I even fell in love with the love he has for Louis. If I'm honest with myself, I fell in love with Louis too.
I met with him and Lestat in New Orleans, and then he came and visited us in L.A. We talked together many a night when Lestat was out doing his work or feeding. His gorgeous green eyes and black hair had me somewhat mesmerized and his kindness overwellmed me.
I haven't felt this way for a very long time. And I wasn't planning on letting it go anytime soon...
My thoughts were drawn out of me as Lestat pulled back from my neck. My blood covered his lips and his eyes glazed over from the glorious drink. He looked down at me, mouth partly opened. He smiled and leaned down to my lips, brushing them lightly, leaving only a slight trace of blood. As he leaned in, I reacted.
I flipped him over in one swift movement, pinning him down on the couch as I straddled him. He was surprised but none the less pleased.
"Not yet, my love. For now, it's my turn." I whispered against his lips before leaning down to his neck and giving him the first of many love bites...
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