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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: November 23, 2012, 5:19 pm
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Perhaps he is indeed trying to tell you something! maybe you
should ask him specifically what he's after, haha. You are by no
means odd because I felt the same way toward him after reading
that book. It's also very easy to see in Interview With The
Vampire (book and movie) just how much of his old self still
lingers. In the movie, it's clear as day. He's very much the
brat prince he was made out to be, but his true feelings are
always written on his face. That also makes me admire Tom that
little bit more for being able to create such a realistic
Lestat, just as Anne wanted. Even if she wasn't happy about Tom
being cast as one of her leading men at first! haha.
Do not worry about that! we do indeed have hallways and winding
staircases and everything here :D it's very much like a manor,
as you suggested. I can picture it too now that you've mentioned
it, haha. Ohh! I had no idea that was one of your favourite
outfits of his xD that one, along with the one he wears when he
finds Louis sitting in a gutter (I think thats what it was), all
that blue velvet .. his pale face and then dazzling bright blue
eyes. I think we might need little Gary to wake up soon and get
mopping! haha.
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: November 24, 2012, 12:12 am
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Upon entering the warmth of the manor once more, I was greeted
with a huge hug from Daniel. It was as though he hadn’t seen me
in a lifetime, when in truth I had only been out in the gardens
for no more than half an hour.
“Daniel, you simply must view the garden! It’s beautiful, and
there’s a small lake that is clear as crystal, with swaying
trees like in E.T.!” I half yelled, squealing in excitement and
forgetting where I was.
I looked around and noticed Louis and Lestat, as well as Yvette,
were all seated around the huge table that was situated in the
centre of the dining room. My face could have passed for the
rose petals in each bowl as I approached the table and Louis
raised his arm, pointing to the chair at the far end. Before I
even had the chance to pull my chair back and sit myself down,
Lestat was up like lightning and holding it back for me as I sat
down and tucked myself in with his help.
“Thank you” I whispered, but knew he heard me when he smiled and
nodded.
The tension between us was unbearable now, since he had so
bravely tried to kiss me not too long ago. As I looked over to
the other side of the table, I spotted my brother sitting a
little too close to Yvette, who had been invited to join us
given the special occasion. It came to my attention that they
did not get visitors often, and this would most likely be the
first time in a long while that they ever would again.
“Christine, did you enjoy your walk?” Louis asked as everyone
dug into their meals.
I was amazed to find that even Louis and Lestat had plates
before them, only, they contained bowls that rested on top of
the plates. In those bowls, much to my displeasure, sat a pool
of scarlet blood. From where I sat it looked very much like
tomato soup, which I was much more inclined to think it was for
the time being. If I so much as thought of human blood being
devoured whilst I ate the cheese and lettuce around the edges of
my plate, it would bring it all back up again. Daniel glanced
over at me briefly, questioning me with his eyes as I brought
one hand up to cover my mouth. I heaved a little, despite my
eagerness to keep things running as smoothly as possible so as
not to anger my brother.
“I’m sorry, please excuse me” I said, standing rather quickly
and rushing out of the room.
Once out in the hall and free from the wandering eyes of both
mortals and immortals in the other room, I breathed a sigh of
relief and tried to contain my involuntary urge to heave all
over again. Just the thought of them sipping the blood from
their spoons as easily as we mortals ate our soup gave me a look
of disgust. As I leaned carelessly against the wall behind me, a
thought crossed my mind. I wondered, even though we were now in
different rooms, whether or not Lestat was able to process
everything my head was screaming out to me. At present, the only
thoughts running through my mind were quite sickening. I was
having an inward debate over whether or not they spent every
night drinking the blood of mortals from posh bowls with equally
posh cutlery, or they simply went out to hunt and feed in a way
that came naturally to them. It made me think long and hard
about my sanity, and I had started to question why I agreed to
come here.
It is a little late for that Chérie. I am afraid your brother
planned your visit for a week or two. There is no chance you can
get back home on your own.
His voice entered my head as though he was posting a letter
through a letterbox. It startled me at first, and then I allowed
his words to sink in. Speaking of sinking in, I wondered how
painful it might be to feel his fangs plunging into the skin of
my neck, but quickly shook those thoughts aside when I felt his
presence somewhere nearby.
“You are quite a feisty one aren’t you?” he said, walking toward
me.
“It is late, forgive my ignorance. I’m feeling rather
lightheaded, could you show me to my room?” I asked, hopeful
that he would leave it at that.
As he looked over me with a smile, he nodded his head in
agreement and walked ahead of me and up the staircase just a bit
further down the hallway. Further paintings hung there, and as
we walked in silence, all I could think about was who might have
had the time and patience to create such skilful work.
“They belong to Marius, for the most part. Louis spent some time
painting a few years ago, but I could not tell you which were
his.” Lestat said, slowing his pace and walking beside me.
“They are all beautiful, truly. I have spent the last several
years of my life painting, and yet I cannot capture any amount
form of emotion. It’s such a difficult hobby to have, unless you
were born with a graceful knowledge of what works and what does
not work. Tell me, do you not paint, Lestat?” I asked.
My rambling seemed to have amused him, as he continued to walk
beside me with a grin on his face.
“No, ma cher. I have other talents” he said, whispering the last
part as though it were a secret.
It intrigued me, but I pressed no further on the matter as we
stopped before an ivory coloured door. Lestat, being the
gentleman I expected him to be, opened the door for me and
stepped aside as I walked in after him. He waited patiently
inside the doorway, leaning against it with his arms folded as
though waiting to hear my opinion. I understood what he was
doing, and so inspected the room as closely as I could, wanting
to be sure there was nothing out of order. I often found faults
in everything, though they were more or less minor, but this
room was perfect. Utter perfection and nothing more. My blood
boiled at the fact that I couldn’t amuse myself by reporting to
him that there was something I did not like. I caught him
smiling like an idiot and realised again that he was reading my
thoughts. I scoffed. That was one thing that would get very
boring in time, but was increasingly annoying at present.
“Stay out of my head, please” I said, taking a seat on the edge
of the bed.
The bed was nothing like what I would have imagined it to be. It
had ivory coloured covers, sheets and pillow cases. Almost
everything in the room was of the same colour, only of different
tones and textures. In the back of my mind I was dying to say
something about that, but chose otherwise.
“Thank you, this is perfect” I said.
As I turned my head toward the door to smile at him, he was no
longer there. The door had been closed, and my inner torment
screamed out that perhaps it was simply a trick. Perhaps they
had planned on killing us all along, and had locked the door
from the outside. I laughed at my silly ways, but nevertheless,
jumped up from the bed and ran for the door. It opened rather
easily and I felt guilt wash over me. But, what was one to
expect when in the company of the undead. Things such as that
were more than likely to happen, as they could not and should
not be trusted at the drop of a hat.
Be careful, Chérie
I cursed aloud for forgetting just how easy it was for him to
read my thoughts. I tried to shut out everything and play a
little melody in my head, hoping it would keep words from
running through it. I sighed in defeat, walked over to a rather
large looking wardrobe and peaked inside. There, in all its
glory, was an outfit that I assumed I was supposed to wear
during the night for as long as I stayed here. I was hoping and
praying that a little shopping spree was on my agenda this week,
for I refused to walk around in what I was currently wearing for
the whole two weeks. The idea of it was not very pleasant. As I
tried to untie my corset, I was tossing about all kinds of
profanities. There was absolutely no way I could do this by
myself, and would rather the men in the house did not do it
either. I poked my head through the door just in time to see
Yvette wandering down the hallway and toward my room. I beamed,
thankful that someone could help me get this blasted thing off.
Sure, they were beautiful to look at and touch, but to wear,
they were hell.
“Do you need some help, miss?” she said, stopping just outside.
“Please, and call me Christine” I said, allowing her to step
inside.
Yvette eyed my corset and grinned as she realised what the
problem was. I had completely forgotten to unzip the back before
untying the strands of lace. I ended up laughing loudly and she
soon joined in before I was free of the death grip it had on me.
As soon as I removed it from my body, I felt an enormous amount
of relief and freedom. Thanking the woman who I hoped would soon
become a close friend, I told her I was going to tuck in for the
night. Smiling, she nodded her head and collected my clothes
after I’d changed into the beautiful chemise baby doll. It was
baby blue in colour and had lace around the top in the shape of
snowflakes. I wondered who had picked this out, but thought it
must have been Yvette, or at least believed she might have been
involved somehow given how womanly and comfortable it was all in
one.
Just as I climbed under the covers, there was a knock at my
door.
“Come in” I said, making sure nothing was visible.
In walked Daniel with a very large grin plastered on his face.
He walked toward the bed and sat on the edge as he continued to
grin like an idiot. All I could do was laugh and wait for him to
tell me what had happened, and what he found so highly amusing.
“I think we might be staying a little longer than I intended.
Yvette, well, lets just say she is quite a woman, though she
fails to realise it. I’m going to stick around and write about
the men of this household some more, all the while expanding a
potential relationship with their maid.” he said.
His grin grew wider as he looked at the horror written all over
my face. My mouth was hanging open in shock and I just about
managed to speak my thoughts. In my head I was saying one thing,
whilst I told him something very different.
“Well, whatever you wish for, you know I’ll go along with. Just,
don’t leave me around this manor too long on my own, if you do
decide to wander off anywhere. It’s not exactly homey, is it?” I
said.
My eyes darted around the room as though someone was listening
through them to our every word. Daniel’s eyes followed suit
before he burst into laughter at how ridiculous I sounded. My
heart ached at how cruel he could be sometimes, and I smacked
him upside the head, knocking his reading glasses off his nose
and onto the floor at his feet.
“Ha” I said, folding my arms in a huff.
“Alright, alright. I promise, I won’t go anywhere without you
from now on” he said, leaning over to peck my cheek before
walking out of the room.
I sat up in bed for some time, pondering on what I might be able
to do during our stay here. Given that I had not yet had the
chance to look around, I decided that would be on tomorrows
schedule, straight after breakfast of course. I slid down under
the covers, and as soon as my head hit the feathery pillow, I
was out like a light on a Christmas tree. My slumber was
dreamless for once, for the most part. What I believed was a
dream, soon turned out to be real. I had risen from my bed,
opened the door and began creeping slowly through the hallways
of the manor. It was pitch black outside, as I noticed through
every window that did not have curtains drawn, and it felt
almost as though something outside was watching everything on
the inside. I shuddered, realising how cold it was in such thin
material. The only thing keeping me warm were my thigh high
stockings, that I was incredibly thankful for and would have to
thank Yvette soon.
The heeled slippers she had picked out were perhaps something I
could have avoided as I stumbled about on the fluffy rub that
stretched throughout the halls of the manor. I’d have chosen to
walk on the marble had I not thought I would wake anyone up.
[center]Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory[/center]
I whispered the words to one of my favourite songs as I
continued to walk uneasily through the hallways and down the
winding staircase to the ground floor. Along the way, the faces
of certain paintings seemed to glimmer in the moonlight that
fell upon them. I marvelled at the contrast and brushed my hand
over one or two of them. They were rather large in size, almost
half the size of the front door.
I could not count the number of times I tripped over in my
feathery slippers, but knew come morning that my feet would have
suffered severely. The faint sound of music filled my ears as I
walked around as quietly as possible downstairs. I figured since
I’d woken up in the middle of the night and was no longer tired
enough to sleep, I might as well explore the manor. As I
listened intently, trying to find the source of what sounded
very much like a grand piano, I spotted a stream of light at the
end of the hall. Someone was in that room, and that someone had
left the door open a little. They were also playing beautifully,
and as I recalled my previous conversation with Lestat, I
wondered if it was he who was playing the piano.
I crept as close to the open door as possible without making a
sound. No matter how hard I tried, I realised that vampires had
extensive hearing, so even if I thought I was silent, he may
very well hear my movements as I approached. Failing that, he
had probably smelt my scent the second I had reached the ground
floor.
“You are up late” a voice spoke, just as I looked through the
small gap in the door.
“Yes, I.. well, I was dreaming and then suddenly woke up for no
reason at all. Perhaps your melodies woke me without my
knowledge” I said, walking into the room and closing the door
behind me.
“My apologies then, Chérie” he said, not taking his eyes from
the music he was following.
I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room for a little while,
waiting for him to stop playing and talk with me, but he
continued to play as though I was not even there. This angered
me, but I chose not to speak my words, or think them. Instead, I
approached his side of the piano and took a seat directly beside
him. For a moment, he froze in wonder. His hands slowed their
timing and what was once a beautiful melody turned into a god
awful mess that sounded like the attempt of a small child who
could not yet read. Despite the tension that was building inside
him, and the angry look on his face, I laughed quietly.
“You, must go back to your room, it is not safe for you here” he
said, turning his attention away from me.
I was beginning to feel hurt by his need to brush me off and
stay as far away from me as possible. Given the way he had acted
in the garden earlier today, I would have thought he’d enjoy
being close to me. I know I was enjoying it.
“But I am not tired. I cannot fall asleep and there is so much I
want to do” I said, sighing heavily.
Before I could blink, he had turned his body around to face me
and had one hand around my neck. Even though his grip was not
painful, the idea of what he might do next disturbed me. He held
so much anger in his eyes that they shone an ungodly shade of
blue. They were almost pure white under the faint light of the
room. I stiffened, my mouth closed tightly, along with my eyes.
“I’m sorry” I managed to choke out.
His hand fell away from my neck instantly, and the fierce look
that was in his eyes vanished.
“Forgive me. I see now why you fear my kind so” he said, clearly
ashamed.
“Au contraire, monsieur. I found it quite.. exhilarating” I
said, my French pronunciation very fluent.
Lestat seemed taken back by my use of his own language, and a
smile grew on his handsome face as it had done so many times
this evening. Somehow and somewhere, I believed that smile would
be the death of me.
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: November 24, 2012, 12:34 am
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I'm loving the "thing" between Christine and Lestat! Makes me
all giddy, haha. The relationship between Christine and Daniel
is adorable :D I feel like I'm just following behind Christine
marveling the same way she is at this magnificent manor house.
Ahh, I just can't find the words, Wolfy. Expect to tell you that
I adore this and can't wait for the next update! *bounces up and
down excitedly*
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: November 24, 2012, 12:49 am
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Once again, thank you for a lovely review of another update!
I'm still working on it at the moment so another update will be
due either in the next hour or as soon as I wake up later on
today. It's already almost 7am though so I may just pull a full
day or something, haha. I'm pleased that you like the
relationship between Christine and her brother! unfortunately, I
don't have that with mine! haha. The thing that Christine and
Lestat have going makes me giddy as well as I'm writing it all
out. I'm just trying to think of some interesting ways I can
have him approach her to go after what he wants most ;]
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: November 24, 2012, 1:00 am
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Oh good grief lady! Aren't you exhausted?! It's only 2 here and
I'm wide awake, haha. You're most welcome! I don't have that
kind of thing with any of my brother either, but as far as I'm
concerned they're all self righteous gits anyhow, haha. I'm all
excited over here *does gary happy dance* Trust me take all the
time you need :D
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: November 24, 2012, 3:03 am
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I had a pretty late night the night before, but now that it's
approaching 9am, I'm starting to feel that tiredness, haha. I
can't go to sleep anytime soon though as I have plans to go out
for dinner today, so I'm out of luck there. Haha! if I ever said
that about my brother he'd most likely kill me :D I do think
that of him sometimes, but love him either way!! it's just
unfortunate that he has quite a temper. My apologies for not
posting an update with this reply, but I'm too tired at present
to even think about writing any more lines xD I don't want to
ruin the story!
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: November 24, 2012, 3:24 am
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Oh by all means don't apologize! I can wait as long as it takes!
:D Oh my, perhaps you can squeeze in a cat nap somewhere. I
wouldn't want you to fall asleep in your dinner, haha. Aww,
that's so sweet, I suppose I love mine as well but I'll never
admit it to them, forgive me haha. Oh my, perhaps my brothers
would get along with yours? :D By all means enjoy your day and
have a lovely dinner out my dear. I'll be here when you come
back, keeping the peace between Jackie and Mike and helping Mini
Gary around the forums :) I dare say I saw Lestat with plans for
adding on another wing someplace and poor Mini Gary's reaching
the end of his tether, haha.
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: November 24, 2012, 3:42 am
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I will try my best to have another update posted as soon as
possible. I'd like to think I could have a little nap before I
go out, but as it goes, I no longer have a working alarm clock
and know that I just wouldn't wake up on time either way, haha.
Ah, you suppose you love them! haha, best thing I have ever
heard xD don't worry though, I'll never tell them you admitted
to that. Thank you kindly! I'm just hoping I don't have to
travel too far today because I just couldn't make it, haha. Ooh,
I do hope that things don't get too hectic around here while I
am gone, and thank you for offering to keep the peace until I
get back. Really now? I shall have to have a quiet word with
Lestat as soon as I can, in my bedroom .. where it's rather dark
8)
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: November 24, 2012, 9:15 pm
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Apologies for the short update. I'm still writing away! :]
“Come” he said, extending his hand.
After what had just happened, I was a little frightened of
touching him, or allowing him to touch me again for that matter.
When he realised I was somewhat reluctant, he grabbed my hand in
his and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. Ever so slowly,
he lifted his eyes up to meet mine as his lips lingered on my
skin. A shudder ran through my body and my lips quivered as he
looked longingly at me. All I could do was look back at him,
into those icy blue eyes that seemed to capture my very soul.
Minutes passed and still he had not raised his head, nor taken
his eyes away from mine, until I looked off in another
direction. A small chuckle released from his throat, but when I
turned back to confront him, he had stood from the bench and
pulled me up beside him.
“I would like for you to walk with me, there is much to show
you, if you really are not tired” he said.
Like a child, I beamed at him and his offer, nodding my head
furiously which amused him some more. I soon straightened myself
out though. As we walked out of the room and along the hallway,
the knowledge of his hand still holding mine made me blush. My
cheeks were burning, but I could not remove my hand without
seeming rude, so I tried my best to avoid further misfortune.
“Lestat, in all the time you have lived, as both a mortal and
vampire, were you ever betrothed?” I asked, wondering.
He stopped in his tracks and immediately dropped my hand from
his. Before he even spoke, I knew my question should have been
kept to myself. He turned on me slowly, stepping closer and
closer until my back hit the wall, leaving me vulnerable to
whatever he might say or do. I was not prone to causing such
trouble, but my mouth sometimes did run away with me, making me
seem very ignorant. Carelessness was another of my unfortunate
traits, and as he stood as close as possible, breathing his ice
cold breath on my neck, I knew whatever he was going to say
would not be pleasant or agreeable.
“I was not, not in the way you speak of. I did love someone,
very much. It was not meant to be” he said, his every word
striking me like a sword at how much depth hid behind them.
All I could manage was a very sorrowful exhale, not realising I
had been holding my breath since he had first stopped as though
frozen in time. He stayed close to me as he waited for some form
of response, but as I fought with myself to say something that
wasn’t stupid, I couldn’t quite come up with anything. Lestat,
despite having just angered him, seemed to grin at my current
disposition.
“Forgive me, Lestat. I would never intentionally try to bring
you memories you have tried for so long to forget” I said.
I was looking down at the velvet buttons on his jacket as I
spoke, fearing his eyes would see right into my soul and know
just how afraid I was. There was always something to fear when
it came to death, whether it was the act itself, or the mere
mention of anything involved. To me, these creatures of the
night, with their ungodly eyes, inhumane beautiful looks and
sharpened canines were the epitome of all that death is. These
thoughts ran through my mind faster than I could examine them,
but when his thumb lifted my chin so I would look at him, a
great sadness lingered in his eyes. His eyes, that were only
moments ago shining almost as white as snow, had returned to
their pale baby blue shade and were deep with regret. His inner
torment was evident now more than ever. Through the pain in his
eyes, to the way in which it danced across his features, eating
slowly at his sanity. Somehow, I realised in that brief moment
just how fragile he was. It made sense to pinpoint the root of
that pain toward whoever had hurt him so badly all that time
ago.
“You wanted to show me the manor?” I asked, hoping it would
lighten the mood.
I smiled as best I could whilst trying to process all that was
happening. He might not have spoken of how badly he was hurting
inside, but his eyes told the whole story and left nothing to
the imagination. The one he had loved must have been terribly
cruel to him, perhaps even left him and declared their hatred of
him. Even if I had known Lestat only a short while, it was clear
to me that despite his cold exterior and wicked ways, there was
much more to be found. There was, without doubt, a double of
Louis buried somewhere between his unbound anger and his moments
of realisation.
“Indeed” he said, backing off after a moment of hesitation.
As soon as he had stepped back away from me, I sighed defiantly
at the fact that he could have very well kissed me, but had
chosen otherwise. It was my own fault of course, but after
pulling myself together, I caught up with him as he was already
walking down the long hallway. Forgetting that the heels on my
slippers were rather high and thin, I tripped on the rug beneath
my feet and flew forward as though flying through the air.
Somehow, the images in my head were of Lestat and Louis gliding
gracefully through the cool night air when no one was watching,
waiting patiently for a delicious looking meal. My eyes shut
tightly and my hands covered my terrified face as my body fell
almost in slow motion toward the floor.
“You’re okay” a voice whispered.
I had not noticed him even moving to try and catch me, but
somehow he managed. He held me now as though we had just
completed a waltz, and he had dipped me toward the floor. I
clung tightly to the sleeves of his jacket and stared mesmerised
into his beautiful eyes. Lestat, who looked just an entranced as
before, stared right back into my own before an unseen force
pulled his face lower and lower.
His lips hung barely inches over mine when a loud shriek echoed
through the manor, pulling us apart.
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Re: Inertia Creeps
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: November 24, 2012, 9:41 pm
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*blinks and stares at screen and then fans self* Ahh! I'm
officially in love with this Wolfy my dear! No need to apologize
at all! This was utterly wonderful! You've nailed Lestat on the
head and I didn't think it was possible to adore any more then I
already did, you proved me wrong! I must admit I'm quite vexed
as to who could have pulled them apart, going around shrieking
like that. *shakes head* I'm so excited for the next update! *
bounces up and down in utter glee*
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