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Disclaimer – None of the characters in the following story belong to me. They
all belong to Anne Rice. No money is being made from this harmless piece of
fiction. This is just for entertainment. Yes, I said entertainment, isn’t that
sad? I do not own the incredibly sexy, stunning, unbelievably beautiful and
wondrously euphonious song “Insatiable”. It was birthed from the talented and
poetic mind of my one and only, Darren Hayes. He owns the song, its lyrics and
my heart.
Title – Insatiable: Part I of the Spin Series
Rating – PG
Spoilers – Up to Merrick
Warning – Angst ahead!
Dedicated to Silverhawk for advising me to view a certain film, which has fueled
a new obsession, about two pop stars complete with stunning actors, an
enthralling plot and a soundtrack of songs that will not leave me alone. Thank
you.
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“I see . . . and have you told Lestat about this yet?”
David’s soft and cultured voice danced in the air as he kept his warm eyes
fixed on his vampire brother before him. Louis had left the flat he shared with
Lestat and Merrick to join him at his own home in order to discuss something of
drastic importance. Something that the older vampire needed to tell.
“No, not as of yet,” Louis said. “I plan to tell him tonight, but you’re the
first one who knows, well other than Merrick of course.”
“Of course,” David replied. “May I ask when you arrived at this conclusion?”
Louis sighed and looked at his brother closely.
“It is not something I “arrived” at David,” he said. “It is just something that
must be done. You know it, Merrick knows it . . .”
“But you do not think Lestat does,” David added. “Or you do not think he will
understand.”
Louis nodded.
“Yes, that is why I wanted to speak with you first.”
David lowered his eyes for a moment. This was most certainly an important
matter Louis had conveyed to him. Now that Louis had told him, he must go and
face is maker with it.
“What would you suggest we do?” David offered.
“Nothing,” Louis said kindly but sternly. “David, you must not tell Lestat
about this or interfere in any way. This is something that I, and I alone, must
do.”
“All right,” David said. “But if there is anything you need, anything at all
Louis, you do feel free to come to me, correct?”
Louis smiled.
“Yes David,” he said. “And I thank you very much for always offering your help
to me.”
With that, Louis stepped foreword and enfolded him. Their embrace was long and
silent yet filled with the love that they had for one another. Their physical
strength virtually matched ever since Louis’ resurrection with Lestat’s
unmatchable blood. Louis pulled back after a few moments.
“Good bye David,”
“Good bye Louis.”
Louis turned his back and left David’s flat without another word, shutting the
door softly behind him. The walk home to Rue Royale was forlorn and silent, yet
welcomed. Louis was noticing his surroundings like he’d done on the night he was
Born to Darkness. The way the leaves swayed in the tress, the way the plants
curled as they grew from the ground, the way the night was filled with
inescapable sound. The soft light coming from the windows of the flat filled
him with a preternatural warmth and he soundlessly walked up the steps and
entered. He immediately spied his fledgling on the couch directly to his left.
She was wearing a blouse of white silk and a smooth black skirt, her slender
legs crossed before her, feet bare as always. As soon as their green eyes met,
she stood and walked towards him, his arms welcomed her. For a moment she leaned
her slight weight into him and Louis buried his face in her free-flowing hair.
“Did you tell him?”
“Yes.”
There was a small pause.
“Have you told Lestat?”
“No.” he said softly. “But I shall, I just need time.”
Merrick smiled and pulled herself away from her maker. She rested her slender
hand on the side of his face as she spoke to him.
“Take all the time you need Louis,” she said. “When you are ready, only then
shall I be.”
“Thank you Merrick,” Louis said.
She smiled and Louis leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Merrick seemed to
become shy and she squeezed his arm before she walked away towards her personal
chamber. Louis stood alone in the room for a moment feeling, the maelstrom
within him resume churning with the absence of Merrick. Where was Lestat? Louis
quite suddenly remembered that his maker had been leaving for a walk shortly
after he’s arose that evening. Secretly, Louis wondered id Lestat had kept to
the vow he’d made almost a decade ago. He had sworn that never again would he
drink.
While Louis himself still required the blood, it did not gnaw at his as it once
did. He was now able to go many, many nights without feeling the all too
familiar hunger. Now he could read their minds with great ease and thus
determine the innocents from the guilty. Even then he could perform the “little
drink”, pulling back long before he’d drain the mortal, simply leaving him a
little dazed.
It was addiction, a morbid addiction that he was curious to know if his maker
had been able to overcome. But he would not question his maker on that matter
for it truly was not his place to ask. If Lestat wanted to tell him, there was
no doubt in his mind that he would. They had shared something amazing the night
they exchanged blood, closer and more comfortable with one another. For the
first time since he could recall, perhaps ever, they were truly at peace with
one another. Another reason why Louis had to speak with him immediately.
Louis turned his back and walked back out into the darkness. Lights from the
street aided him as he walked, despite the fact that his vampire eyes were
extremely acute, he was grateful for the comforting light. Louis wasn’t sure
where Lestat was or where he would go, so he decided just to walk in hopes that
his maker would suddenly appear. So desperate he felt to tell him, he felt wrong
to have kept this from him for as long as he had, but he did not know what to
say, or perhaps he didn’t want to.
Then, he spied him. Lestat was standing facing him a distance away. When he saw
him, Lestat began walking towards Louis. They met one another half way.
“Louis,” Lestat said.
“Good evening Lestat,” Louis said,
“Have you come to join me?” Lestat asked with a hopeful glimmer in his eyes
that hurt Louis a little.
Unable to say that he’d come only to talk with him, Louis answered “yes”.
“Well then,” Lestat said slipping an arm around Louis’ shoulder. “Let’s walk.”
Louis and Lestat walked together down the desolate street. Lestat’s arm was a
comfort to the younger vampire, but Louis could not reciprocate the action at
the moment.
“It’s been a while since we simply walked together,” Lestat said putting a
stress on the word together.
“It has Lestat,” Louis agreed.
He heard Lestat sigh in content.
“Things have changed so much beautiful one,” he said. “And seldom to we get a
moment to simply speak with each other. It worries me sometimes that I do not
know how you are after all that has past.”
Louis was startled by the sudden turn in the conversation. It was unlike Lestat
to express concerns so suddenly. He would only do it if his feelings were truly
sincere.
“How are you Louis?”
His concern was breaking Louis’ heart.
“I am well Lestat,” he said. “I am.”
Lestat smiled gently.
“No,” he said. “I can tell you’re not. Perhaps you are on the outside, but you
should know that no veil of silence keeps me from knowing when things are not
well with you.”
Louis lowered his eyes. He did know him so well.
“Yes Lestat,” he said somberly. “There is something that I need to tell you.”
Lestat’s face became black and he stopped walking. He knew from the tone of
voice Louis had used that this was not something that he was going to take
pleasure in hearing. Louis had stopped walking as well and had turned to face
him. Then out it came.
“We’re leaving Lestat, Merrick and I.”
It seemed that Lestat did not hear him. His face was a perfect mask, no emotions
showed whatsoever.
“You’re leaving?” he questioned.
“Yes,” Louis answered.
Lestat lowered his eyes and shuffled his feet like a student about to receive
his SAT scores. When he looked back up, his eyes were cloudy.
“For how long?”
“I’m not sure,” Louis said, “A while.”
“ ‘A while’,” Lestat repeated. “Why?”
Louis was getting more and more uneasy with each passing second. He wished that
this were all over and done with.
“We need time Lestat,” Louis said. “Merrick and I need time together alone.”
Lestat’s eyes sharpened at that.
“What about us Louis?”
“What about us?”
“We have not had time to ourselves, to reflect, since it happened,” Lestat
began. “I cannot remember the last time we were alone in the flat together.
You’re always with Merrick or David or perhaps you just do not want to be with
me . . .”
“No Lestat,” Louis interrupted. “It’s not like that at all. And please do not
play this as if it were my fault, I do not remember you ever coming to me in
attempts to talk.”
Lestat looked away, placed his hand on his hips, and paced for a few feet.
“Regardless, you’re going away from me to be alone with her now, and we’ll grow
further apart again.”
“That is not what I want Lestat,” Louis said. “How can I make you understand
that we simply need this?”
“You can’t,” Lestat replied. “You and I need this more then you she, and I know
that you know that. What I don’t understand is why you can’t face the truth.”
“Lestat we’ll have our time with one another, just not now.”
“But why Louis? My God do the things we’ve been through mean nothing to you?”
“Of course they do Lestat, and I want with all my being to have this time with
you, but Merrick is my fledgling.”
“And I’m your maker.”
Louis broke his gaze with him and looked into the empty night around them.
Lestat was beginning to grow angry, it seemed that Louis would not listen to
simple reason. Hadn’t her spell worn off yet? Then again, Louis had never
believed magic was the true source of his attraction towards her.
“Lestat please,” Louis pleaded. “I need you to understand.”
“I don’t know if that is possible Louis.”
“Lestat,” Louis said. “I will come back. This is not forever, and we have all
the time in the word n’est-ce pas?”
“I’m starting to doubt that Louis,” Lestat said.
Louis resumed his eye contact with him.
“I will come back Lestat, I swear to you, I’ll come back and then we shall have
all the time in the world.”
“What if we don’t? Perhaps you won’t come back, perhaps I’ll leave and won’t
want to return or perhaps we just won’t want to be together any longer.”
It seemed Louis had no response to that. Lestat allowed his words to sink in
before he asked the one question that he had been dreading.
“When do you leave?”
“Tonight,” Louis answered.
“Tonight!” Lestat yelled back in disbelief. “You’re leaving tonight and you’re
just now telling me?”
Lestat was wounded that he’s only just been informed of this. Wasn’t he worth
more than a few moments notice?
“I’m sorry Lestat,” Louis said. “I wanted to tell you but I feared your
reaction.”
“’Feared my reaction’?” Lestat repeated. “Louis, what were you afraid of?”
“That you would dedicate every last moment to trying to convince me to remain
here when your efforts would be futile. Our last moments together cannot be like
that, I care about you.”
“Obviously not enough,” Lestat retorted. “You’d put your time with that witch
ahead of us.”
Louis’ face went blank and Lestat somewhat regretted saying that.
“Merrick is my fledging and I love her Lestat.”
Funny the way he said that, Lestat thought. Almost like he loved her because she
was his fledgling.
“Oui, je suis désolé,” he replied, slipping into their old familiar language.
“This is difficult for me Louis.”
“Oui, je sais, mais Lestat . . .”
Lestat waited for him to go on, but he really didn’t need to. He knew what he
was going to say.
“I know Louis,” he said. “ ‘I must understand’ . . . but I can’t Louis. You mean
too much to me to simply accept you’re sudden walking out of my life.”
Louis bowed his head and closed his eyes.
“I don’t understand,” Lestat continued. “but I must accept it n’est-ce pas?
Louis, I wish I knew why you’d leave with her but not me, I wish I knew why
after everything we’ve been through together you chose her over me.”
“Non, c’est pas vrai,” Louis said. “Lestat how can you think that?”
“How can I not,” Lestat said raising his voice. “Mon Dieu, you spend all your
time with her and now you’re leaving to do more of the same.”
“Lestat, I told you,” Louis said in a meek voice. “I must do this. It is not
forever.”
“It might as well be,” Lestat said.
Lestat did not want to hear anymore. He turned his back on his fledgling and
quickly vanished somewhere into the night. Louis was left alone not having a
single notion as to were he’d gone or when he’d be back. His maker’s reaction
went as he’d imagined it would, his infamous temper had reared its head and
blocked the way for any true reason.
While he expected this to happen, it saddened him unbearably now that is had
occurred. He did not want to part ways with Lestat like this. He wanted, he
needed, for there to be peace between them before he left. Unable to do anything
else, Louis headed back to Rue Royale to await his return.
When Louis arrived home was met with desolation. Immediately he knew no one was
home, even Merrick had gone out. The flat was entirely empty save for his lone
presence. Louis walked over to the long couch covered in black leather and laid
full-length down upon it. He could feel his muscles relaxing as the tension
seemed to melt into the smooth material. His mind was replaying the past event
with Lestat over and over again; horrible he felt that it had gone that way, but
not surprised. His eyes closed and Louis felt them fill with the thick liquid of
the vampire’s tears.
The deliberate sound of the door opening caused him to reopen his newly closed
eyes and struggle to wipe away the tears rising within them. Louis looked up
and saw David and Merrick come in. Both of them had the same telltale signs of
crimson in their eyes. Their arms were locked around each other, so close they
were. Louis had not pondered upon the effect that his leave with Merrick would
have on David. They had been so incredibility close in life. Unable to keep the
silence in the room, Louis spoke.
“Bonsoir.”
Merrick smiled in immediate response and Louis was very happy to note that
David did the same.
The two exchanged an affectionate look before David went out the door and
Merrick went to Louis who immediately sat up and offered her a seat next to him
on the long couch. The young vampire sat at his side.
“You and David have said your good byes?” Louis inquired.
Merrick gave a sort of sad smile and nodded.
“Yes,” she answered. “It will be difficult being away from him but it’s
something that needs to be for a while.”
Merrick turned so that she could look at her maker. Louis was resting his
elbows on his knees and gazing down at the floor.
“You haven’t yet told Lestat?” she asked gently.
Louis breathed in deeply.
“No, I have,” he admitted. “It just did not end well. It did not end the way it
needs to.”
Louis raised his head and looked at her. Merrick’s long hair was braided and
the delicate twine almost reached her waist. Her eyes were shinning and were a
wonderful compliment to her newly paled skin. It was her beauty that has
astounded him in the very beginning.
“Merrick,” he began. “I cannot leave until things are right between Lestat and
myself.”
She smiled softly.
“I know, my love,” she answered as she reached up to stroke the side of his
face. “You must take all the time you need. I am ready when you are and not a
moment sooner.”
At that precise instant, Louis took notice of Lestat standing in the doorway.
He was unaware of how long he had been there but that was irrelevant. It only
mattered that he was there. Almost instantly Merrick rose and after gently
squeezing Louis’ hand, walked away and towards the back doors of the flat.
Lestat watched her go as if he believed she wound not. When Lestat heard the
back doors softly open and then carefully shut he walked a little closer to
Louis who remained on the couch.
“I was thinking,” Lestat began. “About that time before my concert when you
came to me and I told you that when we were warm and comfortable with one
another again we would be able to truly talk. But we haven’t really been
comfortable with one another have we Louis?”
Louis was unable to speak, he just looked upon the powerful vampire before him
with kind eyes.
“As much as I am dismayed by that fact, I am revived when I reflect that there
has always something between us Louis. A level of trust, that sometimes I find
to be unbelievable, excerpted from you.”
Louis’ could feel his emotions rising with each word Lestat spoke.
“When I wanted to go to London to bother The Talamasca, you came along. You put
yourself in my hands and trusted me with you back when I could have destroyed
you with a mere thought.”
Lestat began to pace slowly around the room as he continued to speak.
“It’s not only trust. When I was in my long slumber, I could sense when you
would come and simply sit at my side, speaking to me gently and standing guard
for my sake, protecting me. And all the while I did not speak, yet you remained
loyal at my side. You even came to live with me after I took my vengeance for
your will out one your home.”
Unable to remain seated any longer, Louis stood and walked towards him as
Lestat continued.
“All those times you’ve showed your level of commitment to me and tried to
bring us closer together and often at your own discomfort. I know you think
that leaving with Merrick is for the best for all of us, and it’s my turn to
believe, to trust in you”
Lestat suddenly stopped pacing and walked towards Louis so that the two were no
more than a foot apart.
“And I’m going to,” he added.
Louis didn’t know what to say; he was overcome. Instead he just opened his arms
and for the first time, Lestat gave into them. Tightly, Louis embraced his maker
and in return Lestat locked his arms around him. They were silent for a long
moment, each of them just being with the other. Louis feeling Lestat’s hair
under his fingers as one of his hands cradled his head. Louis brought Lestat’s
head down ever so slightly so that he could kiss his forehead. Lestat clasped
each side of his face and pulled him closer until their foreheads touched.
Somehow, there was a physical warmth in their embrace.
“You will come back?” Lestat questioned.
“Yes,” Louis said, his voice was tight when he spoke and Lestat could smell the
blood in his eyes.
Lestat’s fingers were playing with the soft raven hair just above his ears.
Louis relaxed under the touch of Lestat’s fingers massaging the flesh covered by
his thick black hair. He closed his eyes and concentrated on that feeling.
Lestat pulled back a little so that he could look into his face; Louis eyes
opened and sapphire met emerald.
“I cannot witness you leaving with her,” he said softly.
Louis nodded in understanding. The hand on the side of his face tightened a
little as Lestat drew him to himself again. Their lips met in a moment of
perfect and pure tranquillity. Their kiss was bittersweet, filled with a
sorrowful and wounded love. Louis pulled back after a long moment and again
looked into Lestat’s eyes. They gazed at one another for a moment frozen in time
before Lestat turned his back and slowly walked out into the empty night. Louis
bowed his head and struggled to win his internal battle with emotion. Soon after
Lestat had left, his felt a slender arm come around his waist and he turned to
find his fledgling standing directly next to him. She reached up and lovingly
stroked his hair.
“Are you all right?”
Louis could not answer her. Inside the battle was becoming a war and he was
trying with a silent desperation to ignore it.
“Do you wish to be alone?”
Louis solemnly nodded his head and Merrick stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the
side of his face. Without saying a word, she left him alone and went to her
chamber. The room seemed terribly cold to Louis suddenly and he felt the thick
liquid slide down from his eyes and he cleared it with a swipe of a delicate
hand. He knew he could not muse on Lestat because he felt it could very well
destroy him. Clearing his eyes again he went to Merrick’s room and upon reaching
the door, gently knocked on it. When her soft voice bade him enter he did so.
Like a shadow he came into her line of vision.
“Collect your things,” Louis said. “It is time to leave.”
Lestat continued his walk through the night without purpose or direction. He
just needed to be far away to insure that he did not have to witness his most
beloved leave him behind. No, he’d rather return to an empty flat than suffer
that. So completely destroyed he felt on the inside that Louis should decide
upon this when he knew there was an amazingly real chance that they could truly
be with one another, as they never had in the past.
They had exchanged blood after all. Louis had finally consented to take his much
more powerful life fluid, even if it was under the most drastic of
circumstances. The horrible veil between master and fledging had been lifted for
those extraordinary moments and Lestat saw firsthand the love for himself that
he had always known Louis to harbor. It went without question that he shared the
same feelings for him.
Interesting in that all Louis seemed to be thinking of was him with not one
solitary thought for Merrick. But under the particular state of affairs, that
was not so unbelievable. The blood exchange is an incredibly intimate and
personal experience, especially when performed by two vampires. Not difficult to
understand why their thoughts would be only of their immoral paramour.
As Lestat walked deeper into the night, he was quite suddenly distracted by a
slight female laughter. He turned to spy a young woman on the arm of her lover
as they exited a small club. He watched with keen eyes as the couple went
towards their car and then Lestat headed towards the club itself. He felt a
sudden need to be encased within warmth, and the small, confidential club seemed
to be beckoning to him.
The inside was as he expected it. A moderately sized building, a little over two
dozen places to sit and in the middle of it all, a large flat floor that couples
danced on together. Lestat settled himself in a seat amid the shadows in the
back. The room, which had been only dimly lit, was now alive with dancing beams
of purple and blue light. A soft melody began and he watched as more couples
went to the floor and some left to return to their seats.
One pair in particular seemed to be quite excited that the new song had begun,
it no doubt held a special significance for them. As the couples fondly held
each other on the floor, Lestat kept his eyes on that eager pair as they
embraced. The soft music was now being accompanied by an angelic voice. Very
soft and light that voice was, but somehow distinctly masculine.
When moonlight crawls along the street,
Chasin’ away the summer heat,
Footsteps outside somewhere below,
The world revolves I let it go.
Lestat’s eyes were intently focused on that one couple. Their slender bodies so
close to touching yet not quite making contact. The man had his arm around the
woman’s waist and in turn her hand was resting on the curve of his shoulder.
Their free hands were entwined together and remained straight down and close to
them. They looked at one another with unbridled love as they gently swayed
together.
We build our church above the street,
We practice love between these sheets,
The candy sweetness scent of you,
It bathes my skin I’m stained in you.
They were talking softly to each other. The woman laughed quietly, pleased by
something the man had told her. He was smiling at her, eyes illuminated with
love and adoration. Such a beautiful pair they were. They seemed to have been
truly created to dance together.
And all I have to do is hold you,
There’s a racing within my heart,
And I am barely touching you.
Perfection. They both looked to be about the same height. The man’s hair was a
well-kept mop of blond strands. The woman had reddish hair full of spiral curls
that very nearly reached her waist. They both had eyes the color of ashen steel
and pale skin coated their lean bodies.
Turn the lights down low,
Take it off,
Let me show,
My love for you insatiable.
As the lyrics continued to progress in its languid rhythm, their positions
changed. The man had both of his arms around her waist now and the woman had
her arms locked around his neck. Their foreheads pressed together and their
silver eyes closed. The woman’s slender arms were a sharp contrast to the man’s
well-muscled ones, yet they both welcomed the strength of their partner’s
embrace.
Turn me on,
Never stop,
Wanna taste every drop,
My love for you insatiable.
Lestat leaned back a little in his seat but his eyes never wavered from them.
The woman pulled herself closer so that now their bodies seemed one. The man
pulled his forehead away from hers in order to rest it in the smooth curve of
her neck and she did the same. Their feet were barely moving due to their almost
unbelievable proximity.
The moonlight plays upon your skin,
A kiss that lingers takes me in,
I fall asleep inside of you,
There are no words there’s only truth.
Their hands were roaming now. One of the woman’s delicate hands was running
through his hair. In response the man was slowly moving both his hands up and
down her back. Smiles played upon both of their lips, but they had stopped all
verbal conversation. The man’s lips moved slightly to plant a small kiss on her
neck.
Breathe in breathe out there is no sound,
We move together up and down,
We levitate our bodies soar,
Our feet don’t even touch the floor.
The song was becoming deeper still and the two mortals were growing more and
more intimate. They pulled back simultaneously and resumed their eye contact.
Then coincidentally they drew in towards each other and shared a sweet kiss as
their lips caressed one another. Slightly, they pulled back then seemed to
decide against it and their mouths connected again.
But nobody knows you like I do,
‘Cause the world they don’t understand,
But I grow stronger in your hands.
The world around them had vanished and they were the only two people in the
universe. Memories of the previous night were being projected now by both of
them. Lestat doubted if he could even block them out, the feelings were so
strong, but for some reason he welcomed the thoughts of love. That couple
dancing in each other’s arms lived only for the other and until this night,
Lestat had not known such a love existed. Or, as the case may be, was able to be
broken.
Turn the lights down low,
Take it off,
Let me show,
My love for you insatiable.
Their kiss had ended and when they pulled back, it was only long enough to take
in a breath before they were joined again. Their thoughts and memories of a
lustful night of love were growing vibrant. Both of them were recalling the
previous night they’d shared together.
Turn me on,
Never stop,
Wanna taste every drop,
My love for you insatiable.
That night had been a celebration, an anniversary, of their union. Together
they had lit dozens of tiny candles all around their dwelling. The man gave the
woman and bouquet of red roses he’d chosen for this night. Gently, he’d selected
one of the scarlet blossoms and placed it in the woman’s free-flowing hair
before they walked back to their bedroom together.
Turn the lights down low,
Take it off,
Let me show,
My love for you insatiable.
The bedroom had been lit as they’d lit the rest of their home. Tiny pillars of
varied colors of wax each with their own tiny flame were rampant. They stopped
before their bed and undressed one another slowly, enjoying little embraces and
kisses as they did. Words of a never-ending love were whispered as they fell
back on the bed together and made love deep into the night.
Turn me on,
Never stop,
Wanna taste every drop,
My love for you is insatiable, baby.
Back into the present Lestat came. Every inch of their bodies were touching as
they continued their rhythmic dance. Heartbeats were rising, passions soaring.
Their lips met again and again and with each encounter the kisses became more
fervent. Tiny sounds of pleasure were softly coming from them now and their arms
were wound around the other even more tightly.
We never sleep we’re always holding hands,
‘Kissin for hours, talkin’, making bliss,
I feel like a better man,
Just being in the same room.
Lestat wondered if any others in the small nightclub were taking notice of
them. But looking around it seemed highly implausible as everywhere he looked,
others were in the same state. Hands entwined, hearts throbbing, bodies
connected. It hurt him more then he himself could even comprehend to think that
perhaps at this very moment, Louis was departing from him for an unknown period
of time.
We never sleep there’s just so much to do,
So much to say, can’t close my eyes,
When I’m with you,
Insatiable the way I’m loving you.
For the first time since he entered, Lestat pulled his eyes from the couple and
lowered his head. The purple and blue beams were still commencing to soar around
the room and though the lusty air. Lestat soon found himself fighting back the
tears that were hounding him quite strongly. He ran his hands though his hair
and fought them with the best of his ability.
Turn the lights down low,
Take it off,
Let me show,
My love for you insatiable.
Unable to remain there any longer, Lestat rose and slowly began walking back
towards the entrance. On the floor, the man and woman were still kissing as
though they had not seen each other in centuries. Lestat shuddered as he
repeated that thought in his head. Not seen each other in centuries.
Turn me on,
Never stop,
Wanna taste every drop,
My love for you it’s insatiable.
He continued to gradually walk through the thick air, as if he could not will
himself to move faster. He closed his mind from the passionate mortal thoughts
that were flying with the soft purple and blue lights around the club. He cast
another glance back at that couple. No doubt in his mind that their night would
not end when they left this cabaret. Each other them so eager to share their
love with their paramour.
Turn the lights down low,
Take it off,
Let me show,
My love for you insatiable.
While he could escape their thoughts now, their sudden whispers were
unavoidable to his sensitive ears. He listened as they confessed their unending
and unconditional love and devotion before their mouths connected again. Unable
to hide her happiness, the woman smiled into their kiss and they broke away and
laughed a little.
Turn me on,
Never stop,
Wanna taste every drop,
My love for you it’s insatiable baby.
He tuned his head from them and his cold hands found the door. In the corner of
his eye, he could still see those purple and blue beams as he walked out of the
club. That hopelessly romantic song followed him as he walked down the street
and back towards Rue Royale. Alone.
When I look in your eyes . . .
Insatiable . . .
The way I’m loving you . . .
To be continued in “I Miss You”.