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Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: November 22, 2012, 4:17 pm
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If the song Inertia Creeps is known, one might believe this
should definitely be under R Rated Fiction, but it won't go that
far! ;)
Lestat wanted a short one, so this shouldn't take very long to
complete! Lestat De Lioncourt & Christine Malloy are my
characters...
[IMG]
HTML http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa285/Danisvampiress/LestatLouis_banner_experiment_by_elricfamilyguardian.jpg[/img]
HTML http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=63988516
HTML http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=63988516
HTML http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sE7xyn28wjg
Maybe I should just issue a warning for the lyrics in that song
as they are very suggestive, haha.
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: November 22, 2012, 6:22 pm
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*Lets out a squee of excitement that can be heard through all 50
states and Canada* I love this song (very suggestive indeed but
I love it none the less) this sounds like a fab story and I
seriously can not wait! :D
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: November 22, 2012, 11:48 pm
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Update due in approximately ten minutes! :]
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: November 23, 2012, 12:15 am
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Woohoo!!! *claps hands together and does her version of the Gary
happy dance*
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: November 23, 2012, 12:42 am
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I am sooo sorry! I didn't even realise I'd taken so long, but I
got so into it, haha. I hope this was worth waiting for!
there'll be more shortly after!
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Evil is a point of view..
Daniel spoke these words to me in an attempt to calm my nerves
and banish my harsh thoughts over meeting his two immortal
friends. At first I had not believed a word of it, but when he
played back the tape he’d recorded during his interview with
Louis, it was impossible to doubt him. Of course, he had been
through an awful lot over the years and most likely damaged his
ability to think clearly, but there was just no denying he had
met and spoken with a real life vampire. Over the last two or
three hours, he had filled me in on everything he had stored in
his brain that this vampire had told him. It was better to be
safe than sorry, for when I would meet them this evening,
knowing who they were was a necessity. Mind you, the only
description he had given me was of Louis, the brunette who had a
loving and caring disposition. He had yet to inform me of what
to expect when meeting Louis’ companion. All I received was a
name, and word that he had not been in contact with Louis for
more than half a century.
To me, that sounded almost as though they had grown apart or
begun to dislike each other greatly. If that were true, visiting
them both tonight was not the most appropriate plan of action.
Nonetheless, my brother wished for me to explore the depths of
hades with him, and I would not turn down such an offer, despite
my ever present fear of the undead.
“Trust me, everything will be fine. Louis is not a bad guy once
you get to know him, but I think you’ll pick up on that straight
away.” Daniel said.
As he leaned toward me and looked into my eyes reassuringly, I
gave a small sigh and nodded my head in acceptance. There was
just no way of worming my way out of this one, and I could see
all over his face just how much it would mean to him. He had
called Louis his biggest success, and the only person who held
such a powerful and touching story that would hopefully have his
name up in lights once he’d put the pieces together and sold a
few copies. People of all ages, nationalities and beliefs were
interested in the possibility that there might be something more
out there, compared to the life we already know. I had believed
the same since a very young age, and clung to the hope that
someday, we would be given answers. This, right now, if my
brother was indeed being truthful and these two men were exactly
what they claimed to be, would be all the proof myself and the
world would need.
“Shall we then?” I said, standing and walking up the path toward
the gloomy looking mansion.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Daniel crack a genuine
smile at having persuaded me to tread into the devils lair,
oblivious for the most part and scared out of my wits. Still, I
held it together for him, and with a deep breath as he knocked
on the huge wooden door, I prepared myself for an amusing sight.
As we stood there waiting for someone to let us inside, thoughts
of a man dressed in Victorian clothing and caked from head to
toe in white make up invaded my mind. Despite the look of dread
on my brothers face as he waited patiently beside me, he frowned
when he noticed me holding back laughter.
“Now is not the time, Christine” he said, sternly.
Never had he been so cross with me before, and never had he
looked so frightened before. He had failed to mention that he
too was a little uncomfortable being around these men, and now
that I saw his true colours, my amusement turned to ashes.
“I’m sorry” I said, reaching for his hand and squeezing it
gently.
He simply smiled warmly and nodded his head before letting his
hand drop down to his side once more. I followed suit and stood
silently as footsteps approached the door. Whoever had come to
let us in was surely wearing some rather loud heels. The
clanking sound against marble flooring was like nailing a
picture to a wall, with that infamous ringing that seemed to
give you one hell of a headache that just wouldn’t disappear for
anything. As the door opened slowly, creaking as a dim light
fell onto the porch in front of us, a shiver ran right up my
spine.
“Welcome to Romanus Manor” a young woman greeted, holding the
door ajar for us.
Daniel and I nodded our heads in thanks as we stepped into the
beautiful building, allowing the young maid to take our coats
from us. She lay them gracefully over one of her arms and told
us to follow her through a long hallway. It seemed to last for
miles until a thick French accent stopped us, including the
maid, in our tracks. It seemed to echo throughout the whole
manor but begged with such sweet delight that we join the owner
of the mysterious voice inside the room it had come from.
Turning to us, the maid directed us into a rather large library,
but walked right through to another set of doors, leading into a
dining room. My mouth dropped to the floor at how large a room
it was. The table, no less, was almost the same width as the
room itself, adorned with rose petals in ebony coloured bowls. I
admired the decorative designs and smiled at my brother as he
had wandered off behind the maid. It seemed, despite being here
for business only more or less, he was far more intrigued by the
beauty who had taken his coat from him only minutes ago.
I had to crack a smile at the idea of him looking rather taken
back, almost as though he had never seen such a beautiful woman
before, which in our town, was most likely very true. I sighed,
walking alongside the walls and admiring the well crafted
drawings and paintings that hung upon them. Though their
whispered words were too faint for my ears to hear, a childish
giggle from the young woman led me to believe my dear older
brother was flirting shamelessly. He had some nerve, after
begging me with his eyes earlier to remain professional when
within the presence of such men, even if they were currently out
of sight.
“Daniel, so pleased you could come along on such short notice.
And who might this fine young lady be?” that same accent spoke,
appearing out of thin air.
Startled, I had jumped back and almost knocked one of the
paintings from the wall before steadying it with both hands. I
turned around in shame, my cheeks tinted pink as I tried not to
do or say anything stupid. The man who had spoken smiled at me
and approached, holding out his hand toward me. As I looked down
at his pale skin and the length of his fingernails, my mouth
very nearly reached the floor again before finding its manners.
I sealed my lips together as tight as I could, extending my hand
and laying it in his, feeling the coldness as we shook and
introduced ourselves. When he released my hand, I felt tingles
run up my arm as though ice had seeped through his pores and
into mine, and was now spreading over my body.
“Pleased to meet you, Christine” he said, walking over to the
large window beside Daniel.
He greeted my brother with a very loving hug, which I found
absolutely adorable and had to grin at. When Daniel looked at me
over Louis’ shoulder, he pulled tongues in that boyish way of
his. I giggled, despite the company, and quickly hid it by
turning around to admire further artwork.
The sound of deep conversation entered my ears, and as I turned
in wonder at what the two men were talking about, Daniel gave me
a little wave and informed me they would return in a little
while. I nodded, even though I would rather tag along and not be
left alone in such a creaky manor with shadows that lingered in
every corner you passed. Finding the maid in the hallway just
outside the dining room, I asked her if she could give me a
little tour of their home. She looked bewildered for a moment,
almost as though no one had ever dared approach her before,
quite like she was not allowed to speak with anyone who entered
this manor, beside her masters.
“Hey, don’t worry so much. If anyone asks, just say I forced
you” I said, winking at her.
For the first time since we had arrived, she gave me a very
small smile, but it was as real as anything. I beamed at her as
she grabbed my hand and pulled me up the winding staircase as
though I was her best friend. Both of us shared a joke or two
and laughed wholeheartedly as we sped through each room, with me
stopping every once in a while to admire the décor.
I lost my grip on her hand as she sped through every hall and
corridor like a mad woman, and my interest sprung to attention
when she purposely passed by one room on the third floor. She
paused in her steps and came bounding back toward me with a look
of worry on her face. Before I could even ask her what was
wrong, another heavily French accent reached my ears. Her face
went from a beautiful caramel colour to a snowy white in a
matter of seconds. I gulped, not wanting to dare look behind me,
as her eyes tried to focus on mine and nothing else. I couldn’t
imagine it was Louis, for his aura simply oozed angelic
kindness. The person behind me, who seemed to frighten the
colour out of my new found friend, was clearly a man Louis
seemed to worship; Lestat De Lioncourt. I gulped again, trying
to soothe my dry and aching throat as I watched the maid take
small steps back. A look of horror crossed my face as she turned
her back on me and walked briskly down the hall and out of
sight. Now that I was alone, with this stranger standing
somewhere behind me, I felt all my fear return tenfold.
“Do not fear me, Chérie” he spoke.
My breath seemed to find a blockage somewhere in my throat as I
spluttered whilst trying to respond to his words. I had not even
glanced upon his person yet, but he seemed incredibly
intimidating. Now, I was beginning to realise why Daniel had
chosen to avoid telling me too much about him. As my thoughts
captured my entire being, I failed to notice the warmth of an
arm wrap itself around my waist.
“Such frightful thoughts from such a beautiful creature” he
whispered.
His icy breath hit the back of my neck and seemed to banish the
difficulty I’d been having with breathing, and my knowledge of
the whereabouts of his arm was born. In any normal situation, I
would have swung around with my fist and knocked out any man who
would dare to touch me without permission, but this was no
normal situation. This, was me standing with my guard down in
the arms of a vampire. From the moment we had walked into this
manor and been given the view of such splendour, as well as
meeting with Louis, I knew that my brother had been telling the
truth all along. Still, I could not shake the thoughts of
immortality being nothing but a fairy tale, something highly
unlikely and only vivid in ones imagination.
“Oh ma cher, you are so wrong” he whispered, again.
Through extensive reading and knowledge that even the most
uneducated person would have, it was perfectly clear to me that
he had invaded my thoughts. Rather than risk my voice cracking
in fear, I spoke to him whilst he was inside my head, despite
feeling like a crazy person.
His evil cackle rippled through strands of my hair and dove
right into my ear. The sound was unnerving, as was his arm that
still held me firmly against his chest. Against my back, I felt
a very faint beat, and would never have guessed that immortals
had such life inside of them. Intrigued for a moment, I bravely
lifted his arm from around my waist and turned to face him.
Having not been prepared to witness such beauty right before my
eyes, I had to steady myself in case I fainted at the sight of
him. He was absolutely beautiful, what with his wispy blonde
locks that reached just past his shoulders, and his piercing
blue eyes. It took all the strength I could muster to not stare
longingly into their sky coloured wonder. I continued to look
him over as I stepped back a little, allowing myself room to
admire the entirety of him. All the while, a sly grin hung on
his lips, and when he brightened that grin with a full blown
smile, I gasped at the sharp fangs protruding from his mouth.
“You .. so it’s true then? I would never have believed it, are
they really real?” I asked, making an idiot out of myself as I
stepped closer and reached out my hand.
“They are as real as the gleaming moon just outside my window”
he said, grabbing my hand in his so I could not prick my finger.
I smiled a little, my eyes still hanging on their sharpness
before he pulled me into the room I’d wanted to go into earlier.
Looking around, I realised this must indeed be his room, for a
rather large painting of himself hovered above a welcoming
fireplace that emanated a tremendous amount of heat.
“Come, see its wonder” he said, standing on the balcony.
As I took small steps toward the balcony, watching him with my
eyes as wide as anything, I became mesmerised by how his beauty
sung out in the silence and moonlight surrounding him. He truly
was a remarkable work of art, and my thoughts carried me away
into a fantasy I only dreamed would come true.
“Someday, perhaps” he said, grinning at me and tossing me a wink
as he grabbed my hand.
I made a mental note to avoid thinking delicate thoughts around
him. If he knew too much too soon, he would probably want
nothing more to do with me. Though, as we stood leaning against
the railings of the balcony, admiring the gigantic form of the
moon directly above us, a sense of peace washed over me.
Perhaps, immortality was not such a bad thing after all.
Perhaps, this vampire who had remained unknown to me for weeks
on end, was in fact a close resemblance of his companion. To me,
in the short time I had known him, he seemed almost identical to
Louis where personality was concerned, though maybe a little
more daring and courageous. I admired him already, and his
beauty was breath taking.
“Your thoughts are so pure Chérie. Would you be interested in
taking a midnight stroll through our gardens? Perhaps you could
get to know me a little better” he asked, turning his attention
to me.
I looked up longingly at the moon with my chin resting on my
arms. He had to cough to gain my attention, but his question had
not gone unnoticed. Blushing, I tried to hide the fact that his
inhuman ability to read my thoughts was embarrassing, and nodded
my head in agreement to a stroll through their rose garden.
“Lestat, how long have you and Louis known each other?” I asked,
as we walked by a small lake.
“Oh, too long to remember” he answered, truthfully.
Nodding, I shuffled my feet as we walked on in silence for what
felt like hours. The quietness of the garden and the gently
swaying trees around us only added to the awkward atmosphere. I
was starting to think that he would soon get bored of me if I
did not open up to him soon.
“Your silence is relaxing, mon cher. You need not worry about
going quiet on me. I tend to do enough talking for both Louis
and our lovely maid day in and day out” he said, laughing
loudly.
His laughter, yet another thing to add to my growing list of
minor details I loved about him. As I ran through every bullet
point in my head, going over and over each one and glancing at
certain features on his person, he tossed me a look every now
and then. Each time I looked at him after reading off something
that I liked, he would catch my eyes with his and grin
devilishly at me. My face flushed for the thousandth time as we
finally reached the other side of the lake. The manor was no
longer in view, and the light of the moon had faded because of
the overgrown trees surrounding the water. I looked around in
wonder, and could only just make out Lestat and his bright blue
eyes as he stepped forward, his arm slipping around my waist
again. Only, this time, he pulled me right up against his body
until there wasn’t even an inch between us.
His eyes travelled over my face briefly, landing on their
desired location moments later. I followed his gaze and tried
not to smile too much as they settled on my lips. His own were
parted slightly, a look of hunger building in his shining eyes
as he debated whether or not he wanted to have a taste.
“Lestat, bring Christine back inside, Yvette has prepared a meal
for our guests” Louis called.
Pulling away harshly, Lestat hurriedly apologised for almost
knocking me onto my behind as his arm so swiftly removed its
grip from my waist. I laughed a little, cursing inwardly for the
interruption. As I dared to look up at him to see if he had
caught that last thought, the grin returned and I knew that
would not be the last time he tried to commit such an act.
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: November 23, 2012, 12:58 am
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Ahh! Where do I begin?! I believe you rival Anne Rice with this!
You made me feel like I was right there, Wolfy! *does best
Oliver Twist impression.* Please Ma'am may I have some more? :D
I've got a feeling Lestat has something planned for dear
Christine!
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: November 23, 2012, 1:05 am
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Your reviews make me so happy! and that is far too much of a
compliment to accept! haha. I would love to be even a little bit
as good as Anne. She is my top Author, and King is a close
second. I've actually been considering the possibility of
writing her a message on her site, as I believe she allows
people to send in questions and comments, and responds to the
majority. Hey, I think I just convinced myself to actually go
ahead and do that! haha. I'm really very happy that you're
liking this so far, and I will update with another bit very soon
:D
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: November 23, 2012, 1:10 am
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I'm adoring it! Oh you're most welcome! :D I believe she does, I
know she used to be on Facebook quite a bit and she called her
fans that followed her "The People of the Page." I'm not sure if
she still does it because some of her fans turned into complete
jerks and she wouldn't have it. Definitely go ahead and do it!
You've got every right to my dear! Yay! *claps hands together in
utter joy* I really should be more quiet, poor mini Gary must be
fast asleep by now in one of the forums. Poor dear, wouldn't
want to frighten him.
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: November 23, 2012, 1:58 pm
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Anne is such a lovely woman and a brilliant writer. Though to be
honest, I only collected three of her vampire books, haha. I
believe I have Interview With The Vampire, Queen Of The Damned
and The Vampire Lestat. The latter is my favourite, because
unlike the movies that feature Lestat, the book actually tells
you a little bit more about him and why he is the way he is. And
I much prefer the knowledge that he went through some pretty
cruel things in his life, leading up to his brattiness, haha.
I'm sorry, I went on a little rant there I think! Aww, don't
worry :D I believe he sleeps like a log so nothing would wake
him up, unless the forum flooded again and he was floating
around on his mini bunk bed, haha. Ah, before I share the next
update, I wanted to torment readers who are more of a fan of the
brunette Lestat. I like him of course, but Tom will always be
Lestat to me. So, this is how I've been imagining him as I've
been writing! it's a little dark so I had to adjust the
brightness. Hopefully you can make out what he's wearing, as I
find it quite beautiful, but he never does wear this outfit
again throughout the movie.
HTML http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa285/Danisvampiress/Interview-with-the-Vampire-The-Vampire-Chronicles-lestat-26398463-1280-720.jpg
Would like to add Christine's nightwear too -
HTML http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64063578
HTML http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64063578
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: November 23, 2012, 5:03 pm
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Funny you should say that about the books, I lent some of mine
out and I'm down to just Interview and The Vampire Lestat, haha.
Maybe it's Lestat himself telling me something? :D Dare I say
this but after reading The Vampire Lestat and knowing what he
went through I find myself all the more endeared to him and
almost defending him, that doesn't make me odd does it? You're
more then forgiven for the rant, no worries! Aww, I just got a
mental image of poor mini Gary fast asleep all tucked up in his
bed just bobbing up and down the forum hallways (because
evidently we have hallways here now? *shrugs* Perhaps the
forum's kind of like a manor?) like a little cork and totally
oblivious. Ahh! How did you know that out of all the things he
wore in the movie that this was one of my favorites?! You're a
mind reader you are :D It's quite a shame that we didn't ever
see him in it again. I'm all excited for the update now *bounces
up and down in chair* P.S. I almost forgot to mention how much I
loved Christine's outfit!
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