that even though i'm not online sometimes its because i'm at work. i work at the mall and so i have to be there at all times of the day when i'm working like eight to five two to ten or twelve to nine....
so post and i'lll get back to it
I decided to go for some fresh air, my hair had grown back and I was presentable and happy again. I had my maker at home, how I love the company of him, Lestat the Brat Prince. I knew the day would come when he would leave again but for now I would not think of such thing. I was walking down the French Quarter, my suit jacket flowing in the wind along with my silky long hair.
My shoes light cliped along the pavement, echoing down the long old street. I could remember when this street was full of cobblestones with the occasion horse and carriage going past. Ladys in wigs climbing out of those carriages and into houses.
I looked behind me as I felt an eerie feeling that I was being watched. I carried on, looking up at the pleasant night sky filled with stars, it wasn't often you saw stars now with the pollution and bright lights.
I sat on a path shaking, my hands were back and I was mortal again. Everything was pitch black, to a vampire it was almost daylight but to me it was dark, very dark, no street lights at all. How had I got here? Last thing I remember was dying, walking into the flames, it felt no longer than an hour ago and now I was here? Where ever here was. Was I in hell? Or such a place? Would I ever see the others again?
I was too frightened to get up, I was a mortal again and no mortal stood a chance.. specially one that use to be a vampire. I knew the horrors of the world and what was out there, how was I to carry on like a mortal?
I heard a noise further along the path, my head head snapped up, I was still trembling from the shock of burning alive and terrified of what might be on the path.
Returning from a trip, Daniel walked from the private jet to the car that would take him home. Too bad Armand wasn't around. It had been ages since he had last saw his lover. But it wasn't Daniel's doing. It had been Armands. But it was Armand's for a reason. Daniel had been insane at the time that Armand left him in the care of Marius. What else was Armand to do? Well for starters he could have left away for Daniel to get in touch with him. Daniel looked out the window of the car. He had turned out to be pretty sane, just these games Armand had played with Daniel's mind had caused him to go insane. Locking him in the closet for days trying to save him.
New Orleans' hadn't changed since Daniel had gone to New York for some business. He owned his own business. His business was a publishing company. He had purchased one of the most highly sought out book publishing companies in the world. He owned every bit of them. Their books, their magazines, and whatever else it was they printed and published. He had gone to a business meeting about hiring people to be reporters and take up a news paper. The newspaper would be called, American Gazette. The plan was a success and instantly people were calling to subscribe to the Gazette. So Daniel trained a few reporters to be careful and such and take up where he left off.
As the car pulled into Daniel's home he noticed that there was a light on in the den. He didn't leave a light on so he wondered who it could be.
I left the Rue Royale for my weekly feed on the slums of New Orleans. I guess one of the good things of the new blood is that one never has to drink daily but now I was looking a bit paste-y. Not that I cared, my wish was to fade to ash but I didn't want to go beyond the point of no return and for Lestat to find me that way. I am sick of having people worry about me, I don't want to be worried about I just want to die in piece.. I cannot do so now.
I reached the park after my feed and sat under the tree, I did not come out much, I did not wash much, I did not change much. I had become the bottom of the immortal pile, for all I did was sleep, feed and read. Nothing much else for me to do, I did not have the heart to look after myself, my hair a tangled mess my clothes dirty, bloody and ripped. I looked like a delicately beautiful wild corpse.