InsaneJournal

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.