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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-09 10:28:00

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armand, complete, day 14, lestat de lioncourt

Day Fourteen
Who: Armand and Lestat
Where: Their room
When: Close to midnight
What: Armand finds his brand new room, and gets a surprise
Rating? It went NC-17 for rememberances of sexual activity (Lestat and Faith). Glad I didn't check this at work!
Status? Complete

It was late now. The sun had gone down hours ago. He'd met with the girl Toph, and she had all too easy to read. For some reason, almost getting killed tends to make vampires stronger. It had been the same with him. All his gifts were there, and stronger than ever. He could hear the constant drone in the back of his head that were the thoughts of mortals. Of course, he didn't focus on it. It would drive him quite insane to do that. He just let it be, and as always, scanned only for those who might mean him harm.

Over the course of the night, he'd gotten his key, and directions to his room. His room. How arrogant was this Planet that it would think to kidnap him, to take him away from his very death, and place him in a room. Like he was a child again for real, instead of just in appearance, and the Planet was a firm parent who was telling him what was best to him. If he thought about it much more, he might slam the walls with his fists. This might make him feel better, but really, what would it accomplish?

He wandered through the halls, searching for this room. He had no idea what to expect. How humiliating to be assigned to a room like this. But he didn't have a whole let else to do, and finding this room before sunrise was better than trying to dig into the dirt to escape the sun. He'd had enough of being burned. His body was still recovering from the last time he'd done it. The blackness was mostly gone, but he was dark still. Like he was a mortal with a dark suntan.

Instinctively, he shielded his thoughts. It wasn't something he thought about anymore. Even one of the Ancient Ones would have a hard time reading his thoughts when he didn't want them to. Only when he was surprised, or if someone was very strong, could he be read without his permission. So, silently, he walked down the hallway. The first indication that he was there, the first small sounds he made, were when he inserted the key into the lock and started to turn it. He wondered what his room, the room he'd been sent to, like a child, would look like.

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lestat_00
2008-09-09 09:07 pm UTC (link)

On the day he arrived, he was shown a tablet that outlined the rules for his life here on this world; true to it’s word, the Planet did provide for all of his needs…daily, golems delivered packets of blood, though he did not need to feed that often. He had no idea where the blood came from and didn’t really care. It was human, but he hadn’t detected any humans that matched the blood so far. He also had to admit the blood was quite good, but nothing matched blood taken directly from it’s source. When you fed from a human, you shared a deep emotional bond…a sexual bond…it was the sharp kiss. He had returned about an hour ago from feeding on Maxxie Oliver…the young man was a dancer and so passionate…so beautiful…he danced for Lestat before the feeding.

“Mon Dieu, but I can still feel you in my arms, still taste you…”, the vampire spoke to himself as he stepped out onto the balcony to stare at the moon. He never tired of the moon…it was an old and trusted friend.

Leaving the balcony doors open, Lestat stepped inside and grasped his cherished violin with a lover’s fingers. Not needing any sheet music, of course, he closed his eyes and sighed, “Perhaps a Nocturne…Chopin, I think”. Slowly he began to play with the light of the moon dancing across the surface of his bow.

It had been a long time since Lestat had known such peace…full of the warm blood from a feeding that brought him such sensual bliss…bathed in the light of the moon while he played his violin and…

….what?!....that can’t be…that can’t possibly be! He thought for a moment that he’d heard a mind…no!

Gently he placed his violin back on it’s stand and secured it.

The scent…the scent was unmistakable…impossible…

…the tumblers turned in his lock?! What madness is this?!!

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vagabond_child
2008-09-09 09:27 pm UTC (link)

His fingers felt sensitive. He'd been burned all over by the sun, even the parts covered by his clothes. His very blood had heated up in his veins. The pain was still there, but as the blackness had given away to reddness, and then to a sort of dark, deep brown that wouldn't be out of place on a California surfer boy. While he was no longer in crippling pain, it had been replaced by a sort of sensitivity.

As he turned the lock, he was sure he heard the strains of a violin. This brought back sharp memories, Lestat the rock star, Lestat the one who could hold one enthralled with his voice, his music, everything, really. It stopped as the tumblers fell into place, and the door started to open.

A brief flash of something in his room, a mind, something familiar. And a smell, also familiar. It was unmistakable. He recognized it just a split second before he let the door swing open. His room indeed. The shock was overwhelming, and for once, his mind was as wide open as any mortals. Even a vampire newly made could have picked his thoughts up easily.

Him... no. Not here, how could he be... my room, I was told... and then, with a surge of emotion so strong it was a wonder it didn't show on his darkened face. Lestat...

He simply stood, though, his thoughts a clear beacon, so unusual for one who could normally control his mind and emotions so well. Years of practice at it, and it was all out the window. He just looked, his face full of a vague sort of wonder.

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lestat_00
2008-09-10 09:39 pm UTC (link)

He was shocked. He was surprised. He had to admit, he was also excited and overjoyed. Then again…he was The Brat Prince. He was Lestat de Lioncourt.

The vampire Lestat stood there bathed in the pale moonlight as Armand opened the door. He had crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow.

“Your room, my sweet angel? Have you lost your manners as well as your mind?”, he lightly scolded the beautiful vampire, although he was happy to see him, “What were you thinking…walking into the sun?”, he walked towards him now, stopping almost nose to nose to place his fingertips lightly on the auburn-haired vampire’s cheeks, “…my porcelain angel is now a jungle boy, it seems”.

Lestat’s eyes shifted down to the key in Armand’s hand and a smile crept across his face, “I see the planet has made another decision for me”, he sighed. With a shrug, he walked to the leopard-skin chaise and sat on the end, patting the seat next to him, “Come and sit, Armand, we have much to discuss…this room, for instance. Shall it be half mine and half yours or shall we agree on a common decor, perhaps?”. His hands flourished out to showcase the room, “This is the apartment I kept with Louis and Claudia in New Orleans. Nostalgic for me…not so much for you, I suspect”.

The Brat Prince was truly delighted to see his old friend(?), but he couldn’t be obvious about it…that just wasn’t him. He was also suspicious of the planet’s reasons for bringing Armand here…and placing him in this very room.

“Tell me, Armand, are you thirsty? The planet supplies us with excellent packets of human blood”, he chuckled, “How gauche is that?!”

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vagabond_child
2008-09-10 11:12 pm UTC (link)

Suddenly, all his mental shields were back in place. It couldn't possibly have lasted much longer than it did, and the only reason he'd even been put off guard for as long as he had was because of the sun. It did things to a person, even a vampire, nearly dying. But he was back to normal now, mostly. And his defenses against the mind-reading gift were strong. Which was a good thing, really, because seeing Lestat was making him feel all sorts of things.

"I was told it was my room, the girl told me... did I come to the wrong place?" He glanced down at his key, which was engraved with the room number. Shrugging, the action still somewhat painful, he set it down on a table. "And you're hardly one to lecture about manners. I hope you see the irony here."

He laughed softly as he felt the cool fingers on his cheeks. Cool, but not cold. Lestat had not been starving. In fact, he looked as healthy as Armand had ever seen him, and that was saying something. When Lestat made the offer, he didn't hesitate long before accepting it. His body was still healing. It would take time, and he still moved a bit stiffly, sore. Carefully, he settled himself down next to the other vampire, his eyes focused right on him. It wasn't likely that he'd want to look away anytime soon.

"It figures." The words just burst out of him. "It figures that we should all be so worried for you, your own mother should go down into hell looking for you, and I would go into the sun because of what she found. I should be so angry with you, I should blame you..."

Suddenly, impulsively, the little boy once more, he flung himself at Lestat and wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. It hurt Armand, of course, but he didn't care. This was Lestat, and he was here, and while he was still just as much of a mystery as ever to the auburn-haired vampire, what was more important was that he was with him.

He scanned the room, and shrugged. It didn't matter all that much to him, not really. He hadn't exactly spent a whole lot of time in that particular house, he had barely known Claudia, really. It held no memories, good or otherwise, for him. But the setting appealed to him, actually.

"I have lived in worse places, you might remember." He kept his arms around the other vampire. He should probably let go. And he would. In just a minute. "All in all, I like it. I have no complaints. But what makes you so sure this isn't a mistake? Maybe I just got the wrong room key. Or I could go complain to...." he frowned. "Whoever it is that I would complain to. I'm still not clear on everything. But surely I could get my own room, you don't have to share."

Not that he really wanted that, if he was honest. He'd never lied to himself about the fact that he'd always been powerfully attracted to Lestat, drawn to him. He'd always wanted his companionship, his love, and he was more that a little surprised that, now that he'd gotten the opportunity, he would try to give it up.

"Of course I'm thirsy... I almost died." He blinked, and then a soft, but infinitely amused smile crossed his face. He shook his head slightly. "This Mirage supplies us with blood, even? Does that mean we don't hunt? I'm not going to stop."

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lestat_00
2008-09-11 11:41 am UTC (link)

Seeing the pain in each gesture that Armand made, Lestat almost felt sorry for him…almost. It was more a type of empathy…a ‘glad that’s not me experiencing that pain’ feeling. To be fair, he didn’t like seeing the angelic vampire in this disabled state; whether he wanted to admit it to anyone…himself included…he cared for Armand. That was not to say that Armand didn’t, at times, infuriate him…hmmm, but so did Louis.

“Was there a lecture, mon chere? I believe I missed it”, Lestat bit back, but softly, “If it’s a lecture you want, I’m quite capable of delivering it, you know”, he pushed aside Armand’s collar to inspect his chest, “Let’s begin with ‘Why I should stay out of the sun’, shall we?”.

Lestat was enjoying this. He didn’t realize how lonely he’d been until his time had been filled with one of his own kind. Human company was nice, but it wasn’t quite the same…there wasn’t the same bond, the same unspoken understanding of shared experience.

It felt comfortable, sitting on the chaise next to Armand…it felt as if he belonged there. Lestat reached to brush his fingers through that silken, auburn hair…

"It figures that we should all be so worried for you, your own mother should go down into hell looking for you, and I would go into the sun because of what she found. I should be so angry with you, I should blame you..."

Hearing those words from Armand, the Brat Prince pulled back his hand and hissed, “What did you say? Gabrielle did what?!”.

Lestat didn’t care if Armand was angry with him, it seemed that was often the case, but what was this about his mother? Gabrielle was always doing the damnedest things. It was a miracle that she was still alive…well, existing. She survived Akasha with him and Armand and the others and she goes to Hell?

“Tell me…”, before another word could come out of his mouth or his previous questions could be answered, Armand had coiled around him in a very tight embrace. This time, Lestat was indeed startled, but not negatively so. He wrapped his arms around the smaller vampire and soothed, “Mon Dieu, Armand, be at ease. Everything is going to be fine”, he stroked the boy’s beautiful hair and rubbed his back. It felt strange to have someone cling to him for comfort and assurance. Louis was emotional and passionate, but that was most often turned against him to berate and complain. Armand was a bit more like Lestat…he liked being a vampire…he wasn’t a whiner like Louis. “Shhhh, be comforted, old friend. This place is a whole new world for us to explore and play in”.

When Armand spoke of living in worse places, Lestat’s mind flashed back to some of those places, “Ugh, please don’t remind me! Crypts, cemeteries! You should thank Louis for burning you out of that rat’s nest in Paris”. He continued to rub the boyish vampire’s back gently. “No, you shall stay here. The planet wanted it so and I wish it also”.

Kissing Armand’s neck, Lestat purred, “When you release me, Mon chere, I shall give you all of the blood you can drink. Then I will tell you about the boy I drink from. His name is Maxxie Oliver and he’s a dancer and he dances like Bagoas before Alexander the Great”, he paused for effect, “however, you must be careful, this planet is like a living god and it has decreed that there will be no killing…so, we may hunt and feed, but don’t be greedy and kill. We also have to be careful because there are far fewer people here than on Earth and far fewer places to hide. Understood?”.

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vagabond_child
2008-09-11 01:05 pm UTC (link)

He rested his head on the vampire's shoulder, calm now. These little surges of temper never lasted too long with him, and it was just too nice to hold Lestat close to him. Somewhere along the line, he'd given up on him. And without Lestat, the world hadn't seemed quite the same. Something was right now, in a way it hadn't been before. And Lestat, miraculously, was holding him back, murmuring softly to him. He found himself laughing again, and wondered idly if the sun had driven him quite insane. It didn't seem impossible.

"I remember your lectures well enough, I don't need a reminder. As for why I went into the sun, well, I told you that already, didn't I? I went because of you, indirectly."

There was a lot to explain, and Armand was awful with words. So he just pulled back slightly, leaving his hands on the powerful vampire's shoulders, and gazed into his eyes. There was too much to say. How could he get into words everything that had happened? And Lestat wanted to know about his mother, well, Armand could definately help with that. This time, when his mind opened, it was done on purpose. Just as he had all those years ago in Paris, he allowed Lestat into his thoughts.

Lestat was gone, and Gabrielle became more and more unstable. The unemotional woman with the face of an angel seemed to actually react to something, to the disappearance of her son. And the next thing Armand knew, she had been invited down to hell. He begged her not to go, as did Marius, but she, stubborn as her son, had gone. And she'd come back with the True Icon, the Veronica. When Armand had seen it, he'd known he couldn't exist in a world with so much holiness. So he went into the morning sun, allowed it to take him. His sacrifice.

It was just a series of images telling a story, strongly interlaced with Armand's feelings, his emotions. The drive toward holiness, sanctity, that had made him step out into the sun and attempt to give his life. When it was over, he drew back from the other vampire, both in his mind and physically. Though he left one hand companionably on Lestat's shoulder. In a very real way, he needed to be sure that the blond vampire was there finally.

"So you see, my darling, if you hadn't left, Gabrielle wouldn't have gone into Hell to find you. And she wouldn't have found, instead, the object that was the one thing that could drive me into the sun. God didn't want me, and neither did Satan, so here I am."

His burnt, slender, small fingers moved along the vampire's shoulder, feeling the muscles beneath, and gradually worked along to his shoulder-length hair. Soft, just as soft as it looked. He felt the urge to thrust his fingers into those locks, tangle them there, but restrained himself to a more light touch. It still felt good.

"Ah, must you remind me of such things? The Theatre, I cannot be sad that our Louis burned such a sad part of my life down. Better to be in New Orleans, am I right? And Les Innocents" He shuddered elaborately. "I'm not the same creature I was then. I hope you know this." He sighed softly, his fingers still in Lestat's hair while the blond vampire rubbed his back gently. It hurt. Everything did. But the pain, compared to the pleasure of the affection, more than made up for it.

"I will stay, then. I didn't really want to go." He expected thet Lestat knew this, though, but he said it anyway. "I've released you now, my beautiful one. Although if I were you, I would be prepared for such treatment again. I still haven't gotten over seeing you. And yes, there's no need to warn me. The girl, Toph, showed me the plaque. I won't kill. Although, I will admit to being curious. What do you suppose happens if we do?"

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lestat_00
2008-09-16 09:59 am UTC (link)

When Armand released his telepathic shields, Lestat didn’t hesitate one second to invade his mind. He saw the events as Armand had seen them…he saw his mother, how he loved her, the most agonizingly frustrating woman on Earth; he watched as she argued with Armand and Marius…Lestat could not help but let a chuckle escape his lips, knowing that his mother had first looked for him in Hell.

Squeezing Armand’s shoulder, he felt rather than saw the passage of time and then saw his mother return from her sojourn in Hell with the True Icon, the Veronica. Armand’s mind seemed a maelstrom after that…words, thoughts, images all hodge podge trying to make sense of his existence. Then, the angelic vampire’s pitiful epiphany came and he attempted suicide. Lestat pulled out of his companion’s mind as the walk into the sun had begun.

The blond vampire looked crossly at Armand, “I should turn you over my knee and spank you like the child you are, my sweet. Throwing away your blessed immortality over a Christian icon…you fool! There are none on Earth such as we! No…God did not want you…Lucifer did not want you…they rule above and below…we rule on this plane! Don’t you forget it, my friend!”. Lestat let his fangs elongate fully, “We are vampires, Armand…we are a race like no other…born to hunt, born to rule”.

Lestat enjoyed the attention he was receiving from his beautiful angel, but disentangled himself and walked to a special box by the door; opening the box, he reached in and retrieved two large packets of blood, “Here you go, mon chere. Delivered fresh every day! They even mark them with the blood type”, he tossed the packets to Armand and came to stand behind him and run his fingers through the angelic vampire’s long auburn hair.

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vagabond_child
2008-09-16 10:15 am UTC (link)

Armand looked at Lestat, his entire expression amused. How perfect a response from the other vampire, really. As Lestat withdrew from his mind, he closed up his shields without really having to think about it. It was automatic, had been for hundreds of years. He watched as Lestat moved around his... their... room. It still felt odd to think of it that way.

"Threats, my love? You could try, I suppose, but why would you want to take that risk? You know how going into the sun makes us stronger." Not that, of course, he really thought he was stronger than Lestat. He knew better. But he could provide a fight now, of that he was sure. "Fine. So I will be the God and the Lucifer of this plane, and I will be an angel and a devil. I will be all of this. I will do as you say, hunt and rule."

His eyes lit up as he saw the blood, despite the fact that he'd never drank from such a container before. But his wasted veins were singing with the desire for the substance. It was blood, and more blood, he needed to remove this pain. So he eagerly accepted the packets and leaned his head affectionately back against Lestat as he opened the first and began to drink. He didn't stop until it was drained, and even that one packet of blood had lightened his skin noticably. He looked up at Lestat, lips dark with a slight tinge of blood, and he smiled.

"Oh, life is good once more. Tomorrow, I will find victims. I want to hunt."

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lestat_00
2008-09-16 11:37 am UTC (link)

Lestat’s eyes grew wide as he released a haughty chuckle, “Mon petit chaton, I do believe the sun has fricasseed your poor little brain”, he kissed Armand on the top of his head and continued, “Did you actually say I could try?”, he laughed dramatically and moved to pick up his violin, “…and that there would possibly be some risk?”. After a heavy and overly dramatic sigh, Lestat played a few wild notes on his fiddle…for a fiddle it was, a violin should never sound like that… “Who makes the threats now, Armand, as empty as they may be?”.

He replaced his violin on the stand and once again retrieved a few blood packets for Armand and returned to the Chaise, “Here, you will need much more if you are to challenge me”, the corner of his mouth curled, “Be a good little vampire and drink all of your blood”, he teased now as he stroked Armand’s hair. Lestat could go from angry to loving at the drop of a hat and only he knew the reasons why.

Armand’s words of challenge, if that’s what they actually were, didn’t really anger Lestat…it woke him. He realized that he had been complacent too long. Lazy, untried…away from his own kind and missing them far, far more than he ever realized he would. He looked down at Armand and smiled…he was a gem, he was, in ways, the best and the worst of Louis, Marius and himself all rolled up into one pretty package.

Rubbing Armand’s shoulders, he promised, “We will hunt, mon chere. We have a whole new world to play in and a food supply that really has nowhere to run”.

“Now, tell me, do you still miss your dear ol Lestat?”

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vagabond_child
2008-09-16 12:31 pm UTC (link)

If Lestat was thinking thoughts about being challenged, and having been complacent, Armand was having a similar thought process. Ever since Lestat had come into his life and, with a few casual words, destroyed his previous coven, the blond vampire had caused him all sorts of problems. Of course, to be fair, he'd provided countless opportunities as well. When Lestat had left, a source of total annoyance had left, too. Surprisingly, he had missed it.

"A good little vampire? You know I've never been anything like that before, why should I start now?"

Still, despite his words, he accepted the blood and opened another one, savoring it this time. Still, it wasn't long before it was drained, as well, and another and another. He raised a hand and surveyed it, laughing in satisfaction when he saw he had lightened further. His head rested back comfortably on Lestat's stomach. If he was unnerved by the change from vague threats to affection, he didn't show it. Anyway, wasn't he doing the same thing?

"I don't think we've ever done that... hunted together. Have we?"

Idly, he raised a small hand to rest on the well-muscled stomach of the other vampire, close to his own head. His fingers moved idly as he basically thought out loud.

"No, I didn't miss you. None of us did. We enjoyed the peace and quiet." The words were cruel, but the tone light and sweetly mocking. Of course, he'd missed Lestat, his tone said. How could he not? "But enough of this. I don't want to talk about that anymore. Instead, tell me of those you've met here. I can sense you've been here for awhile, is this right?"

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lestat_00
2008-09-16 02:04 pm UTC (link)

As Armand filled himself with the packets of blood and lounged back against him, Lestat watched with cool satisfaction as the beautiful Vampire’s skin began to noticeably lighten; soon he would once again be that porcelain angel that Lestat so adored to look upon.

When Armand asked why he should start being a good little vampire now, Lestat merely shrugged and narrowed his eyes, “Maybe it’s not too late for you”, he grinned, “I could start the disciplining now, if you like? We have all eternity to make you a good little vampire”, he teased.

Patting Armand’s shoulder, he thought for a moment, “There have been so many hunts, mon chere…but I do not recall…”, he patted the hand that caressed his abdomen, “It’s of no matter…we will now have many hunts together. And…to answer your earlier question”, he came around and made himself comfortable next to Armand, “this planet is like a god. It abducted us from another world. It animates stone and wooden golems to do it’s bidding. I have no doubt that it knows everything happening on it’s surface”, he caressed the angelic one’s cheek, “No more dramatic suicide attempts for awhile, chaton”.

Lestat had to grin when he was told that he wasn’t missed. He knew they missed him. He was Lestat de Lioncourt.

“Ahhh, you’d like to know who I’ve met here…forewarned is forearmed, oui?”, the blond vampire moved close to Armand and put his arm around his shoulder. “I’ve met some very interesting people, Armand. People you may want to meet…or not!”, he played with the pretty vampire’s fiery hair as he talked, “On my arrival, I was met by a witch with purple hair…”, he raised a hand, “…don’t say a word. I am speaking the truth. Her name is Tonks and she apparently teaches at a university for witches. I’ve also met an ancient warrior woman…somewhat of a Greek Amazon, Named Xena. Interesting”, he grinned, “I don’t think she liked me very much. There was also an ancient samurai and an odd fellow who called himself Captain Jack. I’m not quite sure what he was the captain of…he possessed some measure of mental abilities”. He tightened his arm around Armand’s shoulder, “Then I met Faith. Did you know there were Vampire Slayers, mon chere? There are and I believe Faith is the best there is…”, his lips brushed against Armand’s ear, “…I do know that she can fuck up a vampire pretty bad…”, he paused and let his lips linger against the soft, pale skin of the ear, “…in bed, that is”. Sitting back up, he returned to playing with Armand’s soft, auburn hair, “If you ever get the nod from Faith, go happily. Ahhh…another interesting person you maybe be interested in is this alien fellow I met…big, hulking fellow… bald…shining eyes, but quite handsome. Called himself Riddick”, a deep chuckle came from the blond vampire, “Oh what I did to him…he was too much fun to torment. Then…there is Maxxie…my little dancer boy”, he looked at Armand, “I may let you taste him once, but he’s mine”.

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vagabond_child
2008-09-16 08:31 pm UTC (link)

This was an odd mixture, really, of comfort and excitement. One could never be too certain around any vampire, but most especially Lestat. Unpredictable was putting it mildly. And yet, it really was sort of relaxing, to be drinking blood out of these odd little packets and resting back against his friend, or whatever he was. He'd never been quite sure on that point.

When Lestat spoke, Armand rolled his eyes and looked up at the blond vampire with an expression of mock-horror on his face. "Again, I hardly think you're the one I should take as a role model for being good. As for discipline..." He grinned up at the other vampire, showing his fangs. "You can always try." There was a definate emphasis on the last word. Dangerous, these games he was playing, but thrilling too. Who wanted to live life in a safe, boring way anyway? Maybe he had once, but no longer.

He watched as Lestat made his way around back to the chaise, Armand didn't waste any time and all resting his head in the other vampire's lap comfortably. The words whispered in his ear had made him shiver, and he wasn't sure he'd hid it all that well. There was always the chance Lestat hadn't noticed, of course. Not a large chance, probably, but a chance.

"Yes, many hunts." He practically purred as he pressed his cheek against the other vampire's chilly fingers. "A god? Truly? Well, I won't worship this god. I'm done with that foolishness. And you don't have to worry, my dear Lestat, I won't be in a big hurry to try that again. You see, I... I wasn't going to die. I knew it, even before this Planet took me. I'm too old, and Marius' blood is too strong in my veins."

He listened with a slight sneer on his face as Lestat listed off the people he'd met. Some of them seemed interesting, some less so, but it was the last one named that really made him scornful. Lestat and his mortals, he would never understand it.

"You don't need to worry on that account, Lestat, I have no interest in your mortal toy." He smirked a little before continuing on. "A witch? They exist on this world, too? I remember talking once to David, right after he was turned into a vampire, about some of the witch families the Talamasca was studying. Are there other witches around? Why does she have purple hair? What a strange name...." He shrugged. "A mortal who slays Vampires? That amuses me greatly. What sort of pathetic vampire could be slain by a mere human? And why would you bed such a creature? An Amazon... a witch, a Slayer, an alien, a captain... you have had some odd experiences."

The mention of Riddick, and the implied cruelty that had been done to him, made his eyes shine. He sat up slightly, wrapping his arms around the other vampire's neck. "I think I will seek out this... Riddick. If you had so much fun with him, why shouldn't I? At least I could feed from him, I've never drank from an alien before."

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lestat_00
2008-09-17 10:58 am UTC (link)

Lestat tried to remember how he had not been bored to tears in this room, all by himself, and he could not; he wondered if Armand knew how endearing his little jibes and mild challenges were. He stroked the head that lay in his lap, so beautiful and spoiled…and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Idly finger-combing Armand’s hair away from his near perfect face, Lestat tried to explain ‘the Planet’. “Although this Planet is a living, thinking being and has godlike power, mon chere, it does not demand worship. It only demands of us that we follow the rules on the tablet…”, he paused in the finger-combing and rested his hand on Armand’s chest, “…ahhh, and periodically, the Planet may require you to do things…things you may not wish to do…”, Lestat shuddered, “…like group activities to bond with others. That’s how I met the warrior woman, samurai and captain…ahem…in a cooking class”.

The blond vampire lazily rubbed his companion’s chest, “Don’t even think about teasing me, imp, because it was hinted there will be more such activities and, who knows, you may end up square dancing or doing karaoke”, he chuckled at the thought. “Oh, and if you are thinking ‘I just won’t go’…I thought the same thing. I refused to go and found myself teleported directly into the cooking class”, he patted the auburn-haired vampire’s chest, “I imagine we could just as easily be teleported directly into the heart of the sun. Food for thought, mon chere”.

“Why such disdain, Armand? Were we not all mortal once?”, Lestat purred as his fingertips lightly traced circles on the vampire’s smooth chest. “I should think you would love mortals for so selflessly donating all the blood we need to sustain ourselves”, he grinned at that. Lestat was glad that Armand had no interest in Maxxie…Maxxie was special somehow and maybe someday Lestat would turn him.

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lestat_00
2008-09-17 10:59 am UTC (link)

“Yes, a witch, and I have no idea why her hair is purple. She may come off a bit clumsy and odd if you ever meet her, my sweet, but don’t be fooled, she’s no rank amateur. I haven’t met any other witches personally, but there are others. I go to the café some mornings and sit, pretending to read, and I scan the minds of the patrons. That’s how I found Maxxie. There is one other witch, it seems, names Ginny…she’s younger than Tonks…and a wizard named Snape…dark fellow, I like what I’ve seen about him”.

When Armand spoke contemptuously of Faith, Lestat grinned, “Ahhh, Ignorance is bliss. Faith is no mere human, my love. These ‘slayers’ are something more…something almost supernatural themselves and as why I should want to bed ‘such a creature’…I can only offer you this…”, the blond vampire opened his mind to Armand and gave him a glimpse of the wild night he spent Faith…

With his cock fully erect again, the vampire Lestat levitated above the Slayer and then, with his eyes aglow, slowly lowered himself...then he was upon her and entered her, full and to the hilt. He kissed her passionately, bruising her lips with his enthusiasm, as he thrust himself into her repeatedly like a demon possessed.

As he was savagely pounding away at her, his back arched away from her and he opened his mouth showing a full set of very sharp, very fearsome fangs...and he emitted a terrifying feral growl. Looking down at her with glowing amber eyes and elongated fangs, he soothed, "Fear not, mon chere, the beast just shares my joy".

"Yeah, do it already. Jesus Christ, I need you to fuck me, like, now."

She eagerly spread her legs for him, and then wrapped them around him as he lay on top of her. Her hips arched up off the bed to encourage full penetration, and her kiss was just as rough, though her lips were being bruised almost to the point of bleeding. She didn't care, not in the slightest.

"Oh, fuck, Lestat.... so fucking good..."

His display only had her laughing in delight, her own eyes alight with an almost unholy pleasure. Faith, while fully aroused, was definately a bit intimidating to your average person. She had her own beast inside her, and when she was like this, she looked a lot like a sex-crazed demon, some sort of succubus.

“…This is why I would bed her and why you should too!”, Lestat laughed.

Lestat loved that Armand had a cruel streak almost as wide as his own. He laughed merrily, “That’s the spirit, Armand! That’s what a real vampire sounds like!”, he thought back to all of those times he wanted to play and Louis whined and worried about the humans they were going to kill anyway. “There are other aliens here too, mon petit chaton…one that rooms with Riddick, named Lord Vaako, who I definitely want to play with…HAHA…Lord, indeed! There are also two handsome boys I’ve seen in the minds of others, both dark-haired, one named Clark, the other, Max”. Lestat paused in thought for a moment, “If you come across any of these aliens, mon chere, drink carefully, for, I must confess…I did not drink from Riddick, I now recall…I only fucked him”.

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vagabond_child
2008-09-17 08:39 pm UTC (link)

Again, he made a soft noise, nearly purring as the other vampire played with his hair. Actually, he rather felt like a cat, satiated with warm blood as a cat might be with milk. Not that he intended to get used to this or anything. The cuddling with Lestat, he didn't fool himself that it could last forever. They'd fight, as they always did, sooner or later. But they'd come back together in the end. It was always that way. It probably always would be.

"Good, I want to be worshipped, not to worship..." He sighed and shifted his head towards Lestat, moving along his leg until his lips were against the vampire's stomach. He let them rest there, kissing him slowly, sensually, before relaxing back down again. He rolled his eyes, though, and despite Lestat's admonition, he couldn't help but mock.

"If you say so... though I'm unspeakably amused by the image of you... cooking, Lestat? You don't even eat!"

Again, the disdain came out. He had no love of mortals, having never really met one worth his time. Although, Toph... she interested him. But normally, it was the vampires, the ones he shared immortality with, that truly consumed him. And he didn't bother hiding this from Lestat.

"You know I have little use for mortals. I haven't been one for over five hundred years, and I don't love them as you do."

Almost lazily, he arched his back so his chest pressed into the caressing fingers of the blond vampire. It felt good. Vampires were such sensual creatures, and one thing he'd never understood about Louis was his insistence on avoiding such things. Oh, he'd been a passionate enough lover, of course, but there was the damn guilt afterwards, which Armand didn't share and didn't even pretend to.

He listened as Lestat spoke of those he'd met here, filing this all away for future knowledge. It never hurt to be prepared. He might run into some of these people himself... and then, he was totally and completely taken off guard by the undoubtedly delicious images Lestat was allowing him to see. His eyes narrowed, became slightly unfocused, and he even made a soft noise in the back of his throat of arousal as he glimpsed this in the other vampire's mind.

"Mercy, Lestat, please... so that's Faith. But of a... what's that word they use these days? Nymphomaniac? I can see the appeal. Did you drink from her? I wonder if the blood of one of these... Slayers, did she call herself? I wonder if it would strengthen me..."

Of course, being who he was, he was always after greater power, and was keenly interested in anything that could offer that. Tentatively, he thrust himself into Lestat's mind once more, savoring the shapes of the Slayer's body, and of Lestat's, as well. He'd never seen him like that before, it was quite something.

"I am a real vampire, which is why I sound this way... can you imagine how our Louis would be right now?" He grinned slightly at the thought, his lips once more shifting over to move over the blonde vampire's stomach, caressing it almost with his lips. "He would be horrified to hear us talking... a lord, you say? With this Riddick? Oh, interesting... you had the alien, now you want his lover as well." There wasn't even the slightest trace of disgust in his voice. If anything, he sounded approving. "I will drink from this Riddick, I think."

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