Lestat de Lioncourt

Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good! (RP-Blog, NSFW)

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

"Fascinating?" He laughed softly. "Danger makes me fascinating? Fear makes me fascinating? Isn't that a bit cliché?"

Slowly so she wouldn't be alarmed he took her hand and kissed her wrist.

"Your heart... I can hear how fast it is. I can smell the adrenaline on you. How your body reacts to me... Is that what makes me fascinating?"

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

This time he didn't move. Didn't even turn around. This time he wanted her to feel safe.

"I don't know you. I would most certainly remember one like you... I've never needed saving, little bird. Never. Come..."

He touched the grass next to him as if he was trying to attract a scared puppy.

"Sit."

[thefinalgal]

“My memories say otherwise….” She swallowed as she slowly stepped near him, slowly lowering herself next to him.

“My memories showed me things…” Robyn now stared at him, her green hues taking in his features, admiring but still frightened of him.

She almost reached to touch him but quickly ignored the idea, not wanting to disrespect the ancient being. “I’m sorry… I- I shouldn’t have been following you.” She looked away and at the ground. “I just wanted to….” Trails off.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

He turned his head to look at her when she sat down.

"Scared. Still. Poor thing. And memories can be tricky. Easily scrambled. Easily..." Her scent was in his nose again. "What are you? Something about you... Is terribly off."

[thefinalgal]

Robyn looked at him. “You really wish to know the power i posses, dear?” She stared at him intently again this time turning her body to show she was paying attention.

“Damn do I stink or something?”

[lestatdelionc0urt]

„Most certainly…“ With a little cheeky smile he waved his hand in front of his nose. „It‘s the… something else in you…“ He leaned in closer, smelled her shoulder. „There. So familiar… so unreachable…“ He looked up into her eyes. „Give me a name. A true name for what you are.“

[thefinalgal]

“Ohhhh, I.. that.. hmm.. how do I put this? What did you offer Louis in the church before you turned him?” She spoke giving him a hint of her identity.

Staring back at him, she would look at him with such admiration, but still skittish around him.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

„And what did I welcome in the desert?“ He asked right back, half probing, half guessing. „Hm… you are a beautiful woman and yet… It‘s almost as if you fear yourself. You say you are powerful and yet you are afraid of me. Of me… You must know very little to be afraid of me. Compared to the ancients… oh… I‘m bit a child.“

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

This time he didn't move. Didn't even turn around. This time he wanted her to feel safe.

"I don't know you. I would most certainly remember one like you... I've never needed saving, little bird. Never. Come..."

He touched the grass next to him as if he was trying to attract a scared puppy.

"Sit."

[thefinalgal]

“My memories say otherwise….” She swallowed as she slowly stepped near him, slowly lowering herself next to him.

“My memories showed me things…” Robyn now stared at him, her green hues taking in his features, admiring but still frightened of him.

She almost reached to touch him but quickly ignored the idea, not wanting to disrespect the ancient being. “I’m sorry… I- I shouldn’t have been following you.” She looked away and at the ground. “I just wanted to….” Trails off.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

He turned his head to look at her when she sat down.

"Scared. Still. Poor thing. And memories can be tricky. Easily scrambled. Easily..." Her scent was in his nose again. "What are you? Something about you... Is terribly off."

[thefinalgal]

Robyn looked at him. “You really wish to know the power i posses, dear?” She stared at him intently again this time turning her body to show she was paying attention.

“Damn do I stink or something?”

[lestatdelionc0urt]

„Most certainly…“ With a little cheeky smile he waved his hand in front of his nose. „It‘s the… something else in you…“ He leaned in closer, smelled her shoulder. „There. So familiar… so unreachable…“ He looked up into her eyes. „Give me a name. A true name for what you are.“

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

This time he didn't move. Didn't even turn around. This time he wanted her to feel safe.

"I don't know you. I would most certainly remember one like you... I've never needed saving, little bird. Never. Come..."

He touched the grass next to him as if he was trying to attract a scared puppy.

"Sit."

[thefinalgal]

“My memories say otherwise….” She swallowed as she slowly stepped near him, slowly lowering herself next to him.

“My memories showed me things…” Robyn now stared at him, her green hues taking in his features, admiring but still frightened of him.

She almost reached to touch him but quickly ignored the idea, not wanting to disrespect the ancient being. “I’m sorry… I- I shouldn’t have been following you.” She looked away and at the ground. “I just wanted to….” Trails off.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

He turned his head to look at her when she sat down.

"Scared. Still. Poor thing. And memories can be tricky. Easily scrambled. Easily..." Her scent was in his nose again. "What are you? Something about you... Is terribly off."

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

This time he didn't move. Didn't even turn around. This time he wanted her to feel safe.

"I don't know you. I would most certainly remember one like you... I've never needed saving, little bird. Never. Come..."

He touched the grass next to him as if he was trying to attract a scared puppy.

"Sit."

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

He was losing interest. Again. Fast.

/Ah... Scared again. Come out. You know my name. My heritage. My children. And yet I only know of you that you are a little bird. Robin, yes?/

He stopped finally and settled down in the grass right next to the river.

/Come. I won't hurt you. I would have done so already... Come. I'm safe. You're safe.../

He attempted to lull her in with sweet words, gentle phrases...

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

He flattered in his steps for just a moment. Ah.... Talamasca then. Must be. There was no other. No other Organisation, non vampiric being, anything that could have possibly known all this. Talamasca.

He felt her vanishing from his senses again.

/Why would you leave so soon, my darling little bird. Come back. My arms are open just for you.../

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

"What? Little bird? Oh..."

He didn't turn around while he spoke, certain by now that she would simply follow.

"Certes, ton cœur palpite comme un petit oiseau. Viens..."

He kept walking along the river, past the île de la cité and further. Further and further away from people. Spectators.

"Say my name then."

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

The millisecond she revealed herself he attacked. Although... It wasn't really an attack. Well... Depends on who one might ask...

His hand curled around her throat, the other around her waist as he flipped her around and pulled her close. He used all the vampiric speed he had but almost non of the strength.

"I do not appreciate being interrupted, little bird."

As quickly as he had grabbed her he released her again, turned away and walked off.

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

"You are a curious little bird..."

He kept walking. Away from the bridge but still along the river.

"Come out now. Before I lose all interest. Se cacher n'est pas le chemin vers mon cœur."

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

Ah... English again. So the French was just for teasing. Well... English was such a crude language. Boring.

And invisible? Spirit then? No...

When she stepped next to him he opened his eyes. He watched the corpse of the young man slowly float down the river. There it was. The familiar scent of...

/She's on her way. We don't want to be here when she arrives.../

So he simply began to walk away. Slowly enough that anyone, or anything could easily follow.

[thefinalgal]

“I am not a spirit, sweets. Nor am I dead… but I am not human either.” Rihanna followed him, slowly so she wouldn’t step on the backs of his shoes. “I am.. something different. Different from mortals. But and i will only reveal myself if you tell me who you are.” She looked at the body that now rested in the river, waving her hand she sent the soul to heaven and the body disappeared, was he referring to her? Her death persona? Maybe.

“Je ne suis pas là pour vous irriter. juste une femme. une curieuse femme immortelle. peut-être à la recherche d'un ami dans ce monde cruel.” She spoke in French again. “I believe I know you already, my mind has just been on the shelves as of late.”

[lestatdelionc0urt]

Dramatic...

Lestat heard the splash of the water filling the void that the disappearing body had left. The soul, gone. Gone to where he could never go. Where he had gone in fact, however briefly with... No. He didn't want to think about that right now.

"You are close..." He spoke out loud now, quite aware that whatever powers she had, she was most likely able to hear him, even if she wasn't all that close. "Le monde n'est pas cruel. C'est un jardin sauvage... Montre toi. N'aie pas peur."

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

Ah... English again. So the French was just for teasing. Well... English was such a crude language. Boring.

And invisible? Spirit then? No...

When she stepped next to him he opened his eyes. He watched the corpse of the young man slowly float down the river. There it was. The familiar scent of...

/She's on her way. We don't want to be here when she arrives.../

So he simply began to walk away. Slowly enough that anyone, or anything could easily follow.

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

How absolutely incredibly devastatingly rude.

When he heard her yet again he bared his teeth in anger, quickly snapped the young man's neck and dropped him in the river. Too bad. He had wanted him to live. But not like this. Not when someone was watching. Oh it was her, of course but now.... He couldn't see her.

/Ce n'est pas très poli de m'interrompre quand je... m'amuse./

He stepped back from the edge of the river. Closed his eyes and listened. Listened for something, anything. A heartbeat, breathing, the rustling of clothes. Where was she?

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

No. He didn't know what she meant. And he didn't particularly want to follow her. He was far too comfortable where he was. Besides, she made the most profound mistake anyone could ever make: She tried to force him to play by her rules. Oh... Stupid little girl.

Lestat let her go. He stayed at the little cafe an hour or so longer and then decided to follow the young Russian down to the Seine. Just a snack. A little sip. Some shared pleasure. A delicious way to pass the time.

He followed him silently until they found each other under a bridge. The mortal intrigued, the vampire amused. A kiss, or two. Felt so good to feel a warm body against his cold one. A gentle bite... Oh... The bliss that came with the blood.

The vampire couldn't help but lose himself in it.

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

When she came outside, all dolled up, beautiful in the eyes of every human around them, Lestat's nostrils flared. It wasn't a sign of hunger, or desire. No. Something about her smelled off. Dark. Eternal. An abyss of lost stories. She smelled of death. Not decay, mind you. Death. If death had a scent other than decay. Something warm, velvety and... consuming. What was she?

No, he didn't stand out. Lestat had long learnt how to blend in. People watching was hard when the people mainly watched you.

/Not every chase has to end. Find me.../

[thefinalgal]

CHEATING DEATH.

There she sat in a cafe in Paris. Enjoying the finer things the mortals around her tended to indulge in. Rihanna was still partially human, wrapped in the mortal world, tied with her big black bow. Her brother, GOD, had periodically abandoned the subject of humans he once labeled his favorite. The mortals he had chosen over her own children. Why? Why did he favor mortals but rarely answer their prayers when they called to him? Rihanna would never understand him. He was all-powerful but being a parent wasn't his best feature.

Her eyes scanned the room, watching them blend and bond with their friends. She took slow sips of her tea, the heat of it burned her throat a little but soothed her all the same. It had been a while since she would visit Paris for a vacation with it always being business when she was there. New Orleans was the place she would hide within the crowd in, most didn't enjoy the ways of the city, especially being an out-of-towner but they would always adapt, adopting their slang, even finding fondness in their clothing.

Even though Rihanna was different, immortal, the holder of life and death; she was still but a simple woman that loved small things while the mortals annoyed her.

"Miss Fenty, would you like another?" The waiter calling her suddenly broke her focus on her surroundings. Smiling as she looked at him, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Jake. I appreciate it. I think I'll be borrowing one of your fine glasses, I promise to return it." She assured before slipping a 100-dollar tip into the waiter's apron when he walked over to pour her another glass of red wine. As he did this, Rihanna could feel something, or someone watching her. Her green hues scanned the room but found no one looking in her direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes as leaned back into her chair, speaking within her mind in hopes someone would answer.

"I can feel you... I know you are watching, I can feel you out there.." She repeated as she opened her eyes again. "Where...are...you...stranger?" She asked within her mind again, still it remained quite.

[lestatdelionc0urt]

Paris... The place where all good stories begin. Or end. Depends, doesn't it. The city had changed over the centuries of course but it wasn't only the technology, the new inventions that had alienated him to it but also the people. Busy, always busy. Full of cheap wine, fast food and their minds constantly stuffed with digital bits and bytes that he couldn't and didn't want to understand.

The little cafe close to pont neuf was, as always, overcrowded with tourists. Good. At least they felt a little slower, a little more alive than the natives.

Lestat sat at a table on the street, unwilling to expose himself to too much artificial light. There, a young man from Russia, obviously queer and looking for an adventure. The desire in his mind made Lestat lick his lips. A couple from Rome. She had cheated on him. He could still see the affair in her mind. Over there, a woman from... from...

And then, words, thoughts, an inquiry. Odd. She was not vampire. She was not spirit. Odd yes, but intriguing.

/Find me..../

His mind answered back to hers and he leaned back in the chair, his legs crossed, curious.

[bratsprincess]

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Louis is not just Lestat's or Armand's victim. He is incredibly toxic, too. Toxic, abusive and still a pimp. Just like Armand is still a whore.