Post by Race on Nov 17, 2007 21:33:48 GMT -5
I started this,thought i'd post it and see what you thought .Anne Rice would kill me if she saw this.But I gotta post it:
I made my way down the streets I so loved, my usual frock coat hung from my shoulders, my boots making a heavy “thud” as they hit the New Orleans pavement. I had been at Blackwood Farm up until now when I felt my Louis. His presence had set me out almost immediately. I sped up as I neared the too familiar gate of the Rue Royale apartment we had shared with Claudia those many years ago.
I had had it renovated years back to it’s original glamour. Keeping period pieces within and a replica of the piano we had owned so many years back. I pulled the gate open and closed it, Seeing movement against the windows that overlooked the palazzo with it’s magnanimous fountain and shrubbery that so reflected it’s past opulence. I ascended the staircase and reached the door, resorting to the laziness of opening it without my having to use my arms.
I saw him sitting there in my chair, I smiled ,“Dreaming are we Louis?” I said, I leaned into the door facing, my tinted sunglasses on my head clinking softly as I tilted my head against the door facing. I grinned as he opened his mouth to speak, my long ago companion, my living conscience who reserved his scorn and scalding for me. His black hair was held back with the century old ribbon of the old days, his brilliant green eyes stared at me in disbelief as I released a laugh. “come mon ami, cat got your tongue?”
Ah, but pause, stop right here, I falsely accused you of knowing who I am, no? Well, allow me to fill you in.
Start the setting, maybe a Paris Café, or The French Quarter, whichever you like. Picture it, myself with my height of six feet towering over you in a graceful manner, you look me over and take in the shoulder length glistening blonde hair and my ever-changing blue eyes that hold you within my gaze. I am an absolute devil, me The Vampire Lestat, the Brat Prince, whichever you prefer. Two hundred and forty-seven years old (as of the year 2007) appearing as a young man in my early twenties.
But don’t allow my appearance to fool you. I’ve been to Hell and back again. I’ve graced the very gates of Heaven and came back to tell the tale. I have frightened mortals so badly that they run from the very sight of me. I have driven a nun to exile herself within the rainforests of South America. I’ve been there seen that baby, and if you don’t believe me look for yourself within Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles.
So, in the words of John Wilmot, Do you like me now? I am a vicious, blood-thirsty demon to some, others the epitome of their perfect hero. Weather I am your villain or hero is up to you my friends. So listen to my story as I weave it for you. Allow me for a moment to appear before you, may you be curled up in a couch or in an airplane thousands of feet above the earth. Because I have a story for you. So listen my friends.
I made my way down the streets I so loved, my usual frock coat hung from my shoulders, my boots making a heavy “thud” as they hit the New Orleans pavement. I had been at Blackwood Farm up until now when I felt my Louis. His presence had set me out almost immediately. I sped up as I neared the too familiar gate of the Rue Royale apartment we had shared with Claudia those many years ago.
I had had it renovated years back to it’s original glamour. Keeping period pieces within and a replica of the piano we had owned so many years back. I pulled the gate open and closed it, Seeing movement against the windows that overlooked the palazzo with it’s magnanimous fountain and shrubbery that so reflected it’s past opulence. I ascended the staircase and reached the door, resorting to the laziness of opening it without my having to use my arms.
I saw him sitting there in my chair, I smiled ,“Dreaming are we Louis?” I said, I leaned into the door facing, my tinted sunglasses on my head clinking softly as I tilted my head against the door facing. I grinned as he opened his mouth to speak, my long ago companion, my living conscience who reserved his scorn and scalding for me. His black hair was held back with the century old ribbon of the old days, his brilliant green eyes stared at me in disbelief as I released a laugh. “come mon ami, cat got your tongue?”
Ah, but pause, stop right here, I falsely accused you of knowing who I am, no? Well, allow me to fill you in.
Start the setting, maybe a Paris Café, or The French Quarter, whichever you like. Picture it, myself with my height of six feet towering over you in a graceful manner, you look me over and take in the shoulder length glistening blonde hair and my ever-changing blue eyes that hold you within my gaze. I am an absolute devil, me The Vampire Lestat, the Brat Prince, whichever you prefer. Two hundred and forty-seven years old (as of the year 2007) appearing as a young man in my early twenties.
But don’t allow my appearance to fool you. I’ve been to Hell and back again. I’ve graced the very gates of Heaven and came back to tell the tale. I have frightened mortals so badly that they run from the very sight of me. I have driven a nun to exile herself within the rainforests of South America. I’ve been there seen that baby, and if you don’t believe me look for yourself within Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles.
So, in the words of John Wilmot, Do you like me now? I am a vicious, blood-thirsty demon to some, others the epitome of their perfect hero. Weather I am your villain or hero is up to you my friends. So listen to my story as I weave it for you. Allow me for a moment to appear before you, may you be curled up in a couch or in an airplane thousands of feet above the earth. Because I have a story for you. So listen my friends.
