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Tweak says, "How do you sleep?"

Beauty (i_tame) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-07-21 22:32:00

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honour bellaforte, lestat de lioncourt

Truth from Art [Lestat]
After Eric left her place of employment, Beauty scoured her memory for any hint of where she could seek Mssr. de Lioncourt out. Beauty had only seen the Mssr. de Lioncourt at one place: the City Opera House. Granted, she'd seen him but once, which was during the City Masquerade, but she truly didn't know enough about him to look for him any other place. She quickly convinced herself that it was there where she should look to find him.

She closed up Bookmark Books directly after the 9th chime from the grandfather clock in the back of the store. Typically, her path took her straight to her cottage deep in the City Commons -- but tonight, she dared to move deeper into the city itself. As she navigated the dark and twisting streets, she kept her head down and her arms curved around herself protectively. She still recalled the trouble that Errol had saved her from in these city streets. The thought was still unnerving. But what was even more unnerving was going even a single day more without as much knowledge as she could find about this Eric and his strange friend Red. Mssr. de Lioncourt had some of those answers. She had to try to find him.

Warm lights within the City Opera House welcomed her just as her nerve was failing. She had only taken a few steps upwards when the golden ornate doors swung open. Quickly, she sidestepped into the marble columns lining the entry up toward the doors. And she waited. And she watched.

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i_liveforever
2011-08-26 08:58 pm UTC (link)

Oh. Dear. God.

"It's...."

Lestat decided to just tell her.

"A vampire is a creature that began life as a human being. But somewhere along the line, that human being was drained of blood, and asked to drink the blood of a creature which feeds on human beings. After drinking this blood, the human dies, then rises again as a predator."

He sighed. "A vampire is a walking dead man that must drink blood to survive."

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i_tame
2011-08-29 01:38 am UTC (link)

Her eyes grew progressively wider, her breath progressively shallower, and her heartbeat progressively more rapid as he explained in very clear and precise terms the nature of both himself and the man who had sniffed her hair in her bookshop. "And you have... You can do things with the minds of others," she stammered. "You can make them tell you things. You can... Can..."

It was unbelievable. She was sitting here across from him like they were two normal people -- and he was a monster. And she'd let another monster into her bookstore. She could have been his dinner! What had stopped him? And why did he say he'd never hurt her?

Why was she still alive?

She hadn't realized she'd asked that question, aloud, to Lestat, until his expression across the table changed. Her muscles were tensing, ready for flight. She wanted to run, but something in her throat was choking her. She could hardly get a breath.

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i_liveforever
2011-09-02 06:22 pm UTC (link)

Lestat shook his head.

"Some of us can make people do that. Not all."

He knew she was upset, but facts were facts. He very, very rarely even attempted such a thing and didn't want to be lumped in with Eric, who'd obviously scared her quite a bit.

"Some of us can do it but choose to be respectful. Some can't do it at all. What Eric did was not right."

He could hear Honour's muscles changing. The blood was reacting differently inside her. She was scared.

Great. "I won't be upset if you choose to get up from this table, right now," Lestat said. He held his hands near the tea for warmth. "But please know that I absolutely do not intend to harm you. Ever."

The ever was sharp and final.

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i_tame
2011-09-06 12:46 am UTC (link)

She couldn't keep herself still. Her hands were clamping on and off the side of the table, and her breath was so fast now that it seemed to her that she wasn't taking any at all. Her will kept her from altogether screaming, when that was all she wanted to do. Beauty had never been this terrified in her entire life.

But she heard what Mssr. de Lioncourt said -- so similar to what Eric had said -- and she nodded in automatic polite gratitude. Thank you for not hurting me, Mister Monster, her internal voice said and she outwardly laughed at it, a thin, tittering thing, swallowed a second later in what was near panic.

Answers and protection were what she'd gone looking for tonight. Answers, she'd found, but she was a far cry away from protected. Regardless, she couldn't endure sitting here a moment longer. With some strength she didn't know she had, she managed to stand (not leap) from her chair. "Thank you, Mssr. de Lioncourt," she said. "Forgive me for excusing myself."

And that was as polite and kind a parting word as she could manage at this point. As soon as she'd cleared the patio and was out onto the street, Beauty ran for her home.

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