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Tweak says, "stupid unreliable vampire"

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
2008-09-16 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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