Gorgeous and giddy, full of live. Well technically undead, very much so, but truly full of energy. Daniel had never met a vampire with this type of positivity, ironically it was as if you were sunshine personified. Wrapped around his torso, having him wrapped around your finger.
It should have made him more stressed, little on edge and passive agressive. Maybe he had managed to let out a few slightly annoyed sighs, but based on the look on Armand's face they came out more like moans.
Armand looked smug, watching the two of you, getting on so well. Is this a vampire gift? Manipulating me to melt under them? Daniel thought, telepathically trying to get an answer out from his maker.
They've had this…effect…even when they were still human. God he looked proud, as if you were a master painting or a greek statue worth more than his current net worth.
For a statue you were quite soft, pressing your body to his, arms around neck, slowly giving small kisses to Daniel's cheek. He had never been fond of clingy people, often wrestling out of his exs' arms. Now he hoped you and Armand would keep him forever.
"I'll happily keep you forever, I like your cheeks and your gray curls", you softly whispered into his ear, sending warm shivers down his spine. The feeling spread like honey down his body, slowly dripping down, sensually spreading all over.
Armand sat beside you, guiding you with hand on your hip, to fall softly to his lap. His eyes were bright, on fire, as he look you over, drifting his hand up to your face. It laid on your cheek as he asked brattily, "What about me, my beloved?"
Daniel's body followed yours as if there was a magnet between you. He was almost on you, gripping your thigh. He guessed it looked pathetic, the whole scene; him hungry for your affection, practically on top of you and Armand with a wild look in his eyes. But Daniel couldn't care less.
"Oh, I'll keep you both", you said with a tempting, plotting look. You must have asked something from Armand, silently in your mind, as he gave you a nod.
"You want to keep me? And keep me happy?", you asked, eyes big like a doe. Daniel insisted he'd do anything.
"Let's play a game, everytime you kiss Armand, I'll give you a kiss"
For the first time in his life, Daniel had hit the jackpot.
[ Closed Private Game for @veinsoflace ]
1864 – Paris, France - Théâtre des Vampires.
“You’re a pack of fools! Don’t just stand there gawking like owls – get that mess cleaned up before the Maître sees it and gets royally fucked off!”
But it was far too late for that.
Armand had melted through the shadows in the space of Santiago’s energetic correction and now appeared just left of center stage with his arms crossed and a look of decidedly controlled aggravation that resolved itself only in the unearthly hardness of his impossible amber-fired eyes.
“I’m afraid your Maître is here, has seen it… and is in fact, royally fucked off.” He began by way of introduction.
The entire company held its collective breath. Every pair of eyes lowered to the floorboards and made a marked effort to pay no mind to the corpses of the boy thieves whose mangled bodies with limbs turned out at angles no mortal might possess, lay cooling in a puddle of their own blood and piss on the orchestra pit floor.
“Who is responsible for this?” Armand asked, almost placidly. It was that tone of his though. That tone alone was enough to make every one of them sick with anxiety.
He shifted his position ever so slightly, and that was enough for the twins to break down in an explosive bout of mortified tears. The others flinched and were disinclined to implicate themselves by coming in to provide comfort to their bawling sisters.
“We’re so sorry, Maître! Only Dina and I were so starved and overtaken by thirst when we rose this night – “ Dula tried, through gaping sobs and blooded tears. “And these little bastards were in here rooting about our dressing rooms upstairs, looting the costume jewels for easy flog. They broke in from the backstage doors – “
“Which should have been locked up tight if Eglee wasn’t busy sucking whore in the alleyway after curfew.” Santiago interjected bitterly.
“Balls to that! I was running fucking drunkards out of Lestat’s dressing room because his Grace can’t be arsed to deal with his deluded admirers out in the streets-“
“ENOUGH!” Armand’s snap was like gunfire in the chaos. The coven bit their tongues and lowered their heads in silence so dense you could hear a pin drop.
“I have a theatre to run. We are less than two hours from curtain call. Our lead actor is once more absent from rehearsal and as incompetent at standing on his marks as ever before, and I’m already up to my ankles in dead mortals. Broken curfew, non-compliant security practices and sheer lack of common courtesy aside, I am this close,” He gestured, pinching his thumb and forefinger together in the air, “to having heads roll and shutting down the production entirely.”
Chaos! A dozen voices all shouting placations and apologies at once.
He raised his hands for quiet, and again the yawning silence came.
“I want these corpses off my boards, or I will make you eat them, piece for fetid piece. Mark me. Now the rest of you, get to fucking work. AND SOMEONE FIND ME LESTAT!”
An utter explosion of kinetic energy ripped through the coven simultaneously. In fact, Armand hadn’t seen any of them move quite so quickly in the past three months or more.
Right now he was concerned with the stench tonight’s victim would accumulate in the theatre, for once the rats in the pit were fed full of dead thieves, they likely wouldn’t eat any more. And it would fall to him to once more make arrangements for the corpse to be disposed of outside the city borders.
He had a throbbing coming on again. A pain behind his eyes when sheer exhausted frustration overtook him. Lestat would always respond with off-handed humour at stages such as these.
But Lestat had no head for business. And these days, Lestat had seemingly no head for very much at all.
Armand wanted very much to just return to his coffin and pretend this night was not coming to pass.
Nevertheless, he took the stairs heavily to his office and sighed. He’d have a smoke. Look at last night’s takings and come showtime, this pack of immortal idiots he had come to know and love would find some way to magically right themselves.
Downstairs, he could hear Nicolas having a fit over the blood splattered throughout his orchestra pit where one of the unfortunate intruders had his skull cracked open, and his brain matter spilt grotesquely out against the polished timber floors.
It was going to be one of those nights.
-- 10:32PM First Interval --
“That was the slowest quick change I ever had in my life!” Celeste complained backstage, pushing past her coven mates and tearing the feather boa from her heavily jewelled wig.
“Sammy, you were too quick in your delivery of the ‘Take her’ line again. How many times have I told you?! You wait for Gustave to cross the third mark and then say the line, not before, you fool! You fuck up the timing for the rest of the cast!” Plache snapped, aggravated beyond measure.
“Well it’s not my fucking fault! I’m waiting for Tuan’s cue because I can’t see the mark when he’s standing over it, and I know if I don’t get the line out perfectly, Rom will shit himself over the lighting change…”
The backstage bickering between the cast and crew that constituted his coven was a continual battle Armand had learned to more or less drown out as he watched them take to their seats and readjust their costumes and make-up.
The show was going decidedly well, all things considered. Lestat was only eight minutes late but used the flourish of his preternatural gifts to speed through his dress and pre-show line runs with characteristic cockiness. Only to be humbled in the middle of the first scene when he tripped over Estelle’s line. His co-star recovered with such a venomous glare that the wind was taken from his sails with considerable speed.
Even so, Santiago was the first to voice what he himself had witnessed from behind the wing curtains whilst he followed the performance with his script.
“There’s another one out there tonight, Maître. Did you clock him? Six rows back seat fifty-six.”
“I did.” Armand answered simply, not bothering to look up from his page until he completed his margin notes.
“Handsome, isn’t he? Have you seen him before tonight?”
The elder blonde vampire with his elegant features and arched brows merely shook his head and went back to adjusting his wig.
“Not this one. Smells fresh. Foreign. He’s not a Frenchmen that’s for sure.”
“Are you suggesting Frenchmen have a certain smell?!” Lestat barked, getting into his silk breeches with no regard to his lower nudity in front of the other coven mates, male or female alike.
“Rank – like the back allies in the height of summer when the nightsoil men haven’t been around for a week.” Santiago quipped back.
“Wasn’t that your profession before you came to us, Santiago, my dear?”
God, they were off again. Armand cleared his throat.
“I think I want to watch this one a little closer.” He interjected, breaking up the banter before it could lead to any further wounded pride.
“I’ve a taste for the new wanderer. You’ll each do me the courtesy of standing down lest I give the signal. Are we understood?”
SPOILERS! Thoughts and Theories The Vampire Lestat Episode 1: THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL INSANITY
What the FUUUCCCKKK did Akasha do to them? Someone please find and reattach his leg. Keep the eye patch its hot.
Ofc Lestat ask them to burn everything. Louis i saw rhay fond look in your eye.
I am dying at The Cuntessa, I shall hence fourth refer to him as such.
Dee Pharam looking good in the back.
Okay so I figured that the train would be rewritten worse by the talamasca, like i went to rematch the scene again yeah he didnt threaten her with rape just death.
Im glad that they're gojng with Lestats music kinda sucks lol.
I still love the phone call scene... Come to me.
Only Lestat would aquire his band by breaking in to their home, breaking their stuff and insulting them.
Not Lestat having a dumbass doppelganger! Sam must have had fun.
I really want to see the band dynamics now. That stage scene was tense.
No please...the ' I am struggling' text Lestat baby.
Yes Lestat and sex. Listen Rolin if I dont see Louid bouncing on it this season in 4k we will have words! Also I see you Nicki.
A great homage to Tale of The Body Thief talking about vampire piss physics.
Baby Jenks you ain't shit! I know you set him up.
THE TOOTH TEAM. What a bunch of lame fucking losers! As if that Bruce loser is trying to recreate Children of Darkness, not an original bone in his fucking body. The fangs gange and killa from Claudia and now he wants to reheat Armands nachos? Freak!
Ohhh I cant wait for Louis to gut him!
FUCK THEM UPPPPPP!!!!!!!
DANIEL!!! SAMM!!! KICK THE TEMU LOST BOYS ASSES!!!!
Rofl 🤣 😂 🤣 His band didnt know he was a vampire. Thats gonna be an awkward talk.
I rewound a bit. Is Magnus marking his fucking ring finger. Bitch I will cut you and your rotten as teeth!
Also I cant tell if thats Mangus or Armand yoyoing Lestat like that.
Quick glimpse of the Queen and what I persume is Lestat drinking from her.
Those texts again.
Not him stammering when he tried to say Gabriella nooo poor baby.
HANDS OFF GABRIELLA!.
Okay some theories I have:
- The blood is Akashas which is why everyone is bidding so high. From the narration this happens after Queen of the Damned so all the events already happened.
-Lestat is in hiding or the Tale of The Body Thief has already happened. They are acting like hes dead but since we know Rolin wants to get to a few more of the books the main character is still alive. He may be hiding with Magnus.
- I think thats Lestat in Raglans body and that he needs the blood to turn him and track his body down.
- I dont think they killed our Danny boy but probably swapped him too or hes also really badly injured so Armand needs the blood.
- Related to the doppelganger since we saw him twice Lestats body is destroyed, but he had swapped with Raglan so if his gets Akashas blood, the neanderthal twin can be turned, they can swap bodies and kill Raglans body.
You and Armand? Really?? I’m crying trying to figure this out
What is there to figure out?
It’s all there in black and white within my books.
Our relationship has always been tenuous at best, but never devoid of love. Yes, even when he dropped me from that tower and watched my bones shatter upon the earth. Yes, even when he looked me in the eye after destroying my Nicki, my Claudia. For every monstrous thing he’s done, I have turned my cheek. There were years when looking upon him felt as impossible as staring into the sun itself. I love him. I hate him. I cannot endure the sight of him, and yet I could never survive the thought of harm befalling him.
listen i had a random thought while i was almost falling asleep. lestat screaming at armand asking him WHY CAN'T U JUST BE HONEST??!!! and armand takes off his hair (wig) to reveal hes just been bald the whole time. roll credits
I do hope my response has not pissed @blackstoneangel off. Despite my attitude recently, I highly respect him. I just sometimes forget how blunt I can be.
