LESTAT AND LOUIS GET MARRIED Part 14 - Posts 391-420 ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 391: :::No, Mekare! Batman is well, how can I explain it to you! Have you been to the movies lately? No? Batman and Robin are movie/cartoon/comic books heroes! Take Lestat as an example! Put a red velvet cape on him, with a blue shirt and an "L" embroidered on it! Okay, that's bad::: :::You don't get it, huh? Okay, tell you what! after the wedding, you and I are going to the movies, how's that? As a matter of fact, I'll take you to see Batman forever!::: ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 392: Santino was getting ready to leave Maharets room with Mekare and Khayman when Khayman suddenly bellowed in everyone's head: > : SHUT UP! : Santino watched in astonishment as Khayman proceeded to casually disrobe. He then put on a LOINCLOTH! He closed his mouth with a snap as Khayman turned toward him. As khayman thanks him for the ring he has just borrowed Santino manages to stutter "you're welcome" but Khayman has already turned to Mekare to invite her along. Santino grabs this opportunity to try and regain his composure. "I'm ready when you are" he says to Mekare and Khayman and with that he offers his arm to Mekare, Khayman takes her other arm and the three of them leave the room leaving the others to stare after them in shock. ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 393: "Um... I think I'll... ah... go out and get a quick bite, see you guys at the party" With these words Santino left the room and headed out to find Jesse... "Er, just how much time do you think we've got?" David asked. At Marius' growled, "enough", he took a flying leap, landing on the bed where Marius had been lying just seconds before..... sighing as he heard the silk shirt rip across his back, and more than a few bed springs give out under him.... Whipping round, his eyes narrowed as he viewed Marius hanging upside down from the chandelier. Making a mental note never to visit the Ponchartrain again, David rose to join him. ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 394: Louis sauntered along the streets to the Pon with a smile on his lips and his heart at peace. He had been comunicating with Erik, who seemed to be a great deal happier sinse meeting Elton. Louis devoutly hoped that things worked out for them. He loved Erik he really didnt want him pining and being unhappy. He wanted Erik to be as happy as he was himself. He squeezed Lestats hand and smiled across at him. Lestat pulled him into his arms and kissed him. Before Louis would have pulled away, embarrassed by such a public display of affection. Now he revelled in it, returning Lestats kiss eagerly. No shabby tigers here, he thought with a chuckle. "I gave my love a tiger, a sleek and splendid tiger..." Louis tiger felt entirely new, and it was certainly going to keep Lestats hands full! True, it had been daunted in the past, but now it was NOT intimidated. ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 395: :::It's okay Santino dear you just tell me when your ready. Oh dear! Khayman seems so distressed, come now darling we're going for a walk now, do try to remember to follow us. I worry so about him. I love my sister, but I doubt her abilities in fidelity at times.::: :::Santino, do you know this Daniel person and his obsession with bats? It seems to be a strange obsession, but I haven't been too current lately. Is it the latest craze? Wait one moment while I invite the poor boy to join us.::: (to Daniel) :::Strange boy, would you care to join me for a stroll. We can talk about this little hang up your having. What are these movies and comic things you talk about. They sound intriguing, you must tell me all about them. Hurry now, we want to be back before the party starts.::: (to Santino and Khayman) :::Let us wait for the strange boy to catch up with us, maybe he could help us in finding a gift. Bats seem to be important now a days, perhaps I should get this Louis and Lestat one.::: -00162763@ysub.ysu.edu ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 396: Daniel is in his room, still not ready for the party. "What should I wear? Hmmm... nothing special, I suppose. After all, considering where am going, it would take me longer to dress up than for the others to undress me." He thinks about Maharet's lovely invitation to join her. No. Jesse was probably there too, and he didn't want to see her. Not just yet... "Mekare!" He exclaims. "Ah, the lovely granny! I rather like her, I would say. And she doesn't talk much. That's the perfect quality in a woman." Daniel wonders wether or not Mekare will accept going with him to the movies... Well, maybe it was time to find out! He could go to Maharet's room and try to see Mekare, without entering the room, of course. And why not? Perhaps they could take a walk together, such a lovely night. Daniel leaves his room and directs himself towards Maharet's, determined to see Mekare, and avoid Jessica. ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 397: Erik smiled rather shyly, wondering how to broach the question of Elton's fame. "Er... exactly how well-known are you?" Elton lifted his hands from the keys long enough to laugh charmingly and then continued playing "All I Ask Of You" from Phantom. "Well... I was just inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame... and they have my footprints outside Graumann's Chinese Theatre..." he blushed a little. "Oh God, please don't make me go on about it like this! I'm just the same as you..." He leaned over, whispered conspiritorially, "It pisses me off, if you must know the truth. All I want is to make good music... and all I get is mobbed and harassed. That, and the bloody tabloid rags." He made a rude noise. "Ah, when you've appeared naked on the cover of "The Sun" what else is there?" "You appeared naked --" "Not of my own devising, I assure you. Another nasty trick. Almost did me in, it did..." He added a flourish to the main melody line, an effortless trickling of his fingers over the keys. "The whole big suicide rap... pills, of course... too bloody cowardly to shoot myself." Erik gaped in shock. Here was someone who suffered the same agonies as he! How could this be? "I'm very glad you're going to be at this party..." Elton laughed. "Yeah, well, me too... I don't often do these private gigs anymore, you know... but when Gabrielle asked, I couldn't refuse." "You KNOW Gabrielle?" "Yes. Barely... she used to come to my concerts, sit in the front row... said the music reminded her of her son... I still don't know what that means." "Me neither..." Erik was silent for a moment. "I really ought to go up and get ready... so I'll see you after the party?" Elton nodded. "I'd like that." Erik was pensive as he stepped into the elevator, and still deep in thought when the mechanical box depositied him on his floor. He unlocked the door to his room and went inside, wondering what this new development would mean... "Oh Louis," he thought, "I know I can never have you, but perhaps I cangrasp some semblance of happiness..." he thought about the man downstairs at the piano... Was this the right thing to do? Elton was sure to find out sooner or later that Erik was a vampire... and then the entire thing would be over.... "I'll worry about that later," he thought, as he headed into the shower. "I'll take things one step at a time." He was humming as he bathed, and he took care to select his favourite cologne, "Eternity" and used it liberally... he wanted everything to be perfect. He would have to pretend to be happy... for Louis' sake... ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 398: Daniel is walking down the hallway when he receives Mekare's telepathic message. He smiles. ::Daniel! Come to me my precious... it's Mekare! No where could I find what you're wearing! I know there's more, but I've suddenly started thinking about what Mael's doing right now... Gotta deal with that God, I DO love kilts! Don't forget our stroll...:: :::Mekare, this is really funny! I was just thinking about coming to see you! A walk with you? Yes, definitely!!!! :::I'm on my way!::: ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 399: Antoine was more than a little amused by the goings on in the room he and Khayman had just entered. The twins were amusing themselves with one of their 'decorations', and there was a man in a kilt sitting over in the corner looking rather annoyed - he clearly din't want to be there. As Khayman said something to one of the twins (Antoine never could keep them straight), Antoine decided to see if there was something he could do to make the man in the (very short!) kilt feel better... -ccj As Khayman leaves the room with his two lovely ladies, Antoine eyes the Kelt in the kilt, ignoring the new arrival. Granted, the new guy is cute, with his black hair and hip lip ring, but Antoine has a thing for kilts, and besides, this guy looks like he could use some cheering up. So he moves over to him. Mael, seeing what Antoine is up to, just glares at him. But this time, Antoine won't be put off so easily. "My friend seems to have left." pouts Antoine, "Do YOU want to play vampire with me?" -ccj ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 400: (to Daniel running down the hall) :::Oh there you are young man! I'm so glad you could join us. My you are a pretty one, but you're wearing way too much clothing. The Egyptian boys back at Maharet's room will make fun of you if you go there dressed like that. Don't worry about Khayman and Santino, I'm sure that won't mind you walking with us, provided you take some of those layers off before we get to the party. You really could use some ornimentation young one. Santino, you wouldn't mind sharing some of those nice decorations with this boy would you? Hmmmm? That navel one would do nice on Daniel don't you think? Daniel, you'll have to remove your shirt so we could get the shiny thing on you.::: Daniel smiles and willingly complies to the wishes of his Queen. She takes the silver hoop off Santino's navel (who moans with pleasure) and roughly sticks it through Daniel's right nipple. She tosses his shirt aside and marvels at his physique, caressing her hands all over his chest. Santino becomes a bit agitated and Khayman is busy watching a bat flying in the distance. :::Is something wrong Santino? Don't worry, we'll replace that shiny thing for you right away. I'm sure we could find a nice merchant that will sell us a replacement. Khayman? Come dear, we're going to out to buy shiny ornaments for all the coven members. I think a sapphire would look nice on you, It would be a fine addition to that loin cloth you're wearing. And Daniel, you need more symmetry, another siver hoop for the other side and perhaps a ruby for the navel.::: :::While we're here, I think I'll get my gift for the happy couple. What do you fellows think, diamonds or gold?.::: ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 401: Mael, who was still in a bad mood about not being able to pummel Santino without getting turned into a Denny's special platter by Mekare, was even less happy to see the lead decoration Antoine coming his way with play in his eyes. "Do YOU want to play vampire with me?" the man in the silver G-string asked. Mael nearly dropped the toenail polish. Realizing he still had it in his hands, he quickly put it back on the dresser. "What?" Antoine began to bare his teeth and growl seductively. Mael stood up and was about to commence pummeling when an inspired idea popped into his head. "Wait, lad! I have a better idea! You can still play vampire, but not with me, exactly." He took the tall man by the shoulder and pointed at Maharet. "See her? Your her favorite, that's why your wearing silver, see? And I want to play vampire with her. So if you promise to keep your hands out of my kilt, lad, what do you say we all play vampire? Everybody happy!" He slapped Antoine on his muscular ass, and with only a moment of self-question, thought, 'Well, if I'm going to go up in flames, I'm going with my boots... er, kilt on!' Without any warning he grabbed Maharet and tossed her on the bed, kissing her hungrily, hoping Antoine would take his cue. And hoping he wouldn't pay for this one too much! ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 402: Louis to Erik: ::Elton's into leather is he? The man has hidden depths!:: ::If you don't know what you've gotten yourself into I feel it won't be long until Elton educates you, my love!:: ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 403: Daniel finally meets Mekare, Santino, and Khayman. "Wow, you look a lot better now..." he says, not able to keep his eyes from Mekare. Last time he had seen her she looked a mess. "You know, the years go well with you. You must be like wine!" :::What do you mean, young man::: Mekare telepaths. "Ah, forget it, Mekare! You wouldn't understand." He kisses her on the cheek. Santino and Khayman stare at him, saying nothing. "Khayman! Oh, man! Good to see you again! Now, don't tell me you don't remember me!" Daniel grabs Khayman's hand and begins to shake it. "Daniel... right?" Khayman asks. "Yup, that's me!" Santino pouts after Mekare makes him share his ornaments with the young vampire. "Oh, come on, Santy! We're family! Let's share, okay?" Daniel says, with a mischievous smile on his face. "Oh, Mekare, about the gift... No Diamonds, and no Gold! Lestat would rather have something else... Hmmm, let's see... Oh, I know! A new computer!" "No," Santino says, "We are getting a gift for Lestat, not for Armand!" ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 404: "Mmmmmmael." Maharet sighed. The humming extension of his name was Mael's little cue that he was doing a good job. The longer the hum, the better the job. She let his busy mouth wander, happily sprawled on the bed beneath him. When he hooked a finger under the gold lame bra, preparing to rip it off, Maharet grabbed his hand. "I need that for my outfit. If I ever get dressed that is!" Mael, instead of unfastening it, simply pulled it up and off over her arms and head, sending it flying across the room. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMael! Unnnh, yes... bite me there!" Maharet, feeling very enthusiastic and remembering one of the many reasons she kept Mael around, wrapped her legs around him like a vice, and rolled them over. Mael, feeling dominate at the moment continued the roll, trying to get back on top. Maharet, having none of that pushed again, sending them both off the bed to land on the floor between the bed and the free standing wardrobe closet that stood against the wall. Mael was struggling to turn Maharet again, when she bent and gave him a throat deep kiss, long red tresses swinging down to curtain their faces. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...." ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 405: Santino was just alittle stunned at the way things were progressing, a moment ago he had been drowning in Mekare's eyes, and suddenly this Daniel person had shown up! And SHE had taken his navel ring and given it to Daniel. The worst part was, he had become aroused! ARGH! Anyway, he figured it was time to get something done, what with Mael attacking Khayman on the other bed and the mortal Antoine looking very confused. "Alright, I really do think we should get going, if we don't go now, we will be late for the party. I never did understand why Mekare made us come back in here anyway..." Santino ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 406: As Mael and Maharet rolled onto the floor, Antoine found this too irresistible an opportunity to pass up. So, he moved over to where the two of them were playing tonsil-hockey, and waited his turn - for either one of them - he wasn't too choosy, considering that both the choices were exquisite! Maharet was on top of the Kelt, and he seemed quite intent on the kiss they were involved in. Then she moved back, and turned to look at Antione. Mael lay there, his kilt pulled up nearly to his waist, his eyes closed, a smile of satisfaction on his face. "Well, woman - how about another kiss?" He asked Maharet smiled and motioned to Antione, then said to Mael (who still had his eyes closed), "Ok - here it comes..." Antione moved down, giving Mael a deep, slow kiss... -ccj ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 407: Lestat has an anxiety attack... Lestat and Louis were walking peacefully, arm in arm, to the party. They were enjoying the breezy night air and the closeness of each other. Suddenly, Lestat stopped forcing Louis to come to a jerky hault being entwined with his lover. "What is it?" Louis asked. "I HATE Elton John. Everything after 'Goodbye Yellow Brick Road' is simply... shit..." Lestat growled. "My love! He is the main entertainment at our party! And Erik seems to have taken a liking to him!" Louis said, exasperrated at Lestat's sudden outburst. "Yes... yes... I know," Lestat said, defeatingly. "I only hope he plays his old stuff and none of that 'Lion King' crap! Imagine..." he turns to Louis, "they make a movie about Lions and such in Africa and hire WHITE BREAD musicians to create the music! What the hell was THAT all about?" Louis shook his head and pursed his lips. He rubbed his lovers shoulders to help calm him down. "It's really nothing, Lestat. It doesn't matter who's performing as long as we're together." Lestat looked at his lover with a forlornness in his eyes. They misted, suddenly, and a tear formed falling slowly down Lestat's cheek. "What IS the matter, my love?" asked Louis, holding Lestat closely to him. Lestat burst into voracious sobs holding Louis tight. "I don't want to lose you, Louis. I CAN'T lose you. I would die without you!" he sobbed. Louis held him closely, running his hands down Lestat's back, trying to soothe his lover's anguish. "Whatever made you think you would lose me?" he asked. "I know you love Erik. I can't help thinking you and he would make a better pair. That HE would be so much better for you..." Lestat sobbed. Louis laughed a bit. "My love -- YOU are the only one I want. I love YOU. I love Erik, yes, but not the way I love YOU. I want the best for Erik, I want him to be happy..." "But if I weren't with you you'd certainly be with him," Lestat continued to sob. He broke away from Louis in a sudden gesture and began meandering listlessly to the edge of the sidewalk. He sat and put his head in his hands and continued to sob. "I don't know why I ever thought you would love me. I don't know why ANYONE would love me. I've only caused pain... and suffering to those I've loved. They've all left me, or died... you will leave me eventually, I just know it. I'm not worthy of ANYONE'S love," he sobbed. "The others -- they're only here for you... they don't care about me... Even my mother..." he sobbed some more, "even my mother is worried for you, not me... I should just die, Louis, I should just die..." Louis simply stared for a while at his lover, not believing the words Lestat poured out -- his heart lay bare, his soul seemingly empty, his very essence in pain. Tears formed in Louis' eyes and he went to comfort his betrothed. ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 408: Armand looked tenderly down at the sleeping form in his arms. After nearly five centuries life still had the capacity to surprise him. Most of the surprises were unwelcome. Jesse most definitely was not. His thoughts remained troubled, however, and he silently slipped from the bed, settling Jesse carefully into the pillows. Picking up a soft black robe, he shrugged into it as he looked thoughtfully out the window once more. "Louis," he thought. "I don't for a moment believe you know what you're getting into. I worry for you. I worry for us both. And I'll miss you. Louis...." ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 409: Jesse slowly opened her eyes and hazily looked around the room. The candles had long gone out. Armand was standing at the window, arms folded, head down, his back to her. She slipped out of bed, wrapping the maroon satin sheet around her slender body. She didn't want to intrude on his solitude, but she could feel the ache eminating from him. Jesse approached quietly, and gently slipped her arms round his body. She felt his muscles stiffin the moment she touched him. "It's Louis, isn't it?" She whispered. Armand silently sighed. "Wouldn't you rather be at this party?" He changed the subject. "No..." She replied. "I'd much rather be here with you. Armand, you mustn't feel alone in this. I'm worried about him, too." ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 410: Mael was just too lucky for words. After all the teasing Maharet had done, he was sure that getting physical would be the death of him. But now Maharet was wrapped hard around him, topless, giving him a wonderfully long and passionate deep throat kiss. Mael closed his eyes and let Maharet press her exquisite body against him. Then she paused for a moment, and unwrapped her legs, keeping her hips hard against his. Mael smiled, and said, "Well, woman... how about another kiss?" The kiss came with just as much passion as before, but something was different... he wasn't sure what... like a very different taste, not bloody at all... Then he felt someone starting to take his hands and hold them down behind his head. 'Ah, that must be Antoine... heh, heh... I'm not getting burned, I'm not getting burned!' A piece of cloth found itself over his eyes and he was very happy to let it be tied there. Then he felt a tongue licking him against his neck, and he stopped kissing long enough to smile. That must be.... As the kissing began again, sharp teeth sank deep into his neck, and the sensation was powerful. Mael's back arched and he felt a strong hand push him to the floor. That hand remained on his chest, tracing through the short, fine hairs with very sharp fingernails. "Oh, then this must be Antoine I'm kissing.... hmmm.... wait!' Mael was about to jump up when the hand began to trace down his torso to the edge of his kilt, teasing the thighs at its edge. He heard Maharet's throaty laugh as her hair swept across his chest. She began to nip at his nipples with the tips of her fangs, licking up the small drops of blood as they formed. 'So, all right, maybe I can handle the trade-off....' The hand at the edge of the kilt began to pull the fabric up over his hips, so that everything was exposed. Mael's eyebrows went up and he made a low groaning noise. The hand made a thorough exploration of Mael's anatomy, and seemed to take a rather strong interest on one appendage in particular. Under the blindfold, made of something, Mael's eyes went wide. The hand moved away, and so did Maharet's mouth and hair. Antoine also stopped his masterful kissing. Mael licked his lips and tested his hands... nope, still couldn't move them. The two whispered frantically and then laughed evilly. "Now, Mael," Maharet said from a few feet away. "You have to promise now, you will not bruise and/or seriously bite our little Antoine, all right? We are taking him home, after all." Mael heard movement and felt Antoine's breath near his mouth. He felt the long, thin silky strands of Maharet's red hair against his thighs, and she said, her breath caressing him in interesting places, "All right, Antoine, let's do it!" Antoine gave Mael the deepest kiss yet, and Mael had to try not to choke on the man's tongue. This persisted for about a minute. Mael started to get very nervous, since he was not interested in just being manhandled! Where was Maharet? Suddenly Maharet sank her teeth into the most tender part of his right inner thigh as her hand grabbed onto something else, no doubt for leverage. Behind the blindfold, Mael's eyes rolled back into his head and he had to struggle not to bite Antoine's tongue off. Maharet began to work in earnest, and he knew that ecstasy was not far from reach. ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 411: Louis to Lestat: Louis wrapped Lestat in his arms. "But that's simply not true, darling, we all love you very much indeed. And you are infinitly WORTHY of being loved!" "I WANT YOU! And I'm not going to damn well lose you now! I've never wanted anyone this much! Not anyone! Yes, there are other people I love, but I chose YOU as my eternal companion, my husband, my lover." "Look at me Lestat, I'm serious, I mean this!" He lifted Lestat's head and held it so that Lestat had to look into his eyes. "I'm here because I love you, and for no other reason. Everyone else is here because they love us both." "Lestat," Louis whispered, his voice anguished, "if you die, I die with you. I don't ever want to have to live without you. Hadn't you realised that?" Blood tears ran down Louis face. ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 412: Marius and David will keep going for ever unless someone stops them! Noises of vampiric love-making and collapsing furniture continue to emanate from Marius' room.... as significant numbers of Pontchartrain staff begin assembling outside and try to guess just exactly what is going on inside. After an hour, the noises cease suddenly as the two eager lovers check for sounds of party activity. Hearing none, they resume their earlier activities, both considering their current activity preferable to putting in an appearance at the party..... (ie, someone is going to have to drag them out of there before they undermine the Pontchartrain's foundations!) ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 413: "Okay guys, it's getting really late, I realise that wandering around the Pon is a bit of a blast, but we have to decide what to get the soon to be newlyweds. I don't really know what we should get them, but I think we should definetely get them a rather humorous gift along with the serious one. You know, all sorts of erotic love toys and such, or something like that" ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 414: Armand swallowed once. "Yes. It's Louis. Who else? But it's also Lestat and Daniel and Gabrielle and a certain beautiful fledgling I have just recently come to know on intimate terms." He shook his head nearly smiling, and shifted so that he could slide his arm around her satin encased form. "This has been an unusually eventful night. Tomorrow will be worse, I fear." Armand suddenly pressed his free hand against the glass, as though trying to reach out and physically grasp the night. "It's... good to know I am not alone, Jesse." ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 415: Maharet, Mael, and Antoine having fun on the floor: Maharet, knowing Mael like she did, knew he was about to blow. Teasing Mael until he lost all reason and snapped was her favorite pastime, so she stopped the drain before he could go over the top. She grabbed one of those outstanding legs an lifted it nipping and sucking her way under and around until that lovely tightly muscled posterior rose into view. Mael let out a high pitch mental yip that caused the little bottle of gold nail polish sitting on the dresser to shatter, making a simmering pool on the surface. Maharet reached around, feeling her way until she found Antoine. She gave him a playfull squeeze, causing him to send a lovely moan down Mael's throat along with his tongue, and with a quick motion removed the silver g-string. Stupid little scrap was getting in the way! She shoved Mael over on top of the naked and deliriously happy Antoine, who was wriggling with delight as the weight of big Kelt pushed him into the carpet and sank her teeth into Mael's rump, running her hands up the outside of his thighs till they reached his waist and tangled in the kilt which was suddenly in the way. Maharet found the clasp, opened it and tossed it somewhere. She snaked a hand between Mael and Antoine, grabbing a handful of Mael and giving a not so gentle squeeze, causing him to lift on his knees just enough for her to whip the kilt off and send that flying. Then reaching up she drew her nails down the length of Mael's back. Ten tasty red stripes appeared and she let go of the cheek and proceeded to tongue her way up his back. Antoine's pretty little hands appeared at some point and Maharet paused to suck on a delicate digit before continuing her way up Mael. When she reached the top she shoved aside the mass of yellow hair and took him from the back. Poor Antoine was on the bottom... ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 416: Mekare to Daniel, Santino, and Khayman: (Finally out doors now) :::Santino dear, maybe you and Daniel should pick out the gift since you know the couple better then I. Now we must be off if we are to be back in time, don't forget, I have a speach to give.::: (to Khayman) :::Khayman... Khayman! Over here! Don't wander off on your own, you'll never remember to come back. Wait here one minute boys, while I run over and grab Khayman.::: Mekare runs over to Khayman, who is busy looking for a nice plant to give to the happy couple. Just as he spies a petunia, Mekare, ignorant of her own streghth, grabs him and knocks him off balance. The two go down to the ground and begin rolling down the hillside together. The loin cloth is lost. Daniel and Santino run after them, in a desperate attempt to safe the rapidly accelerating twosome. (Santino to Daniel) :::If something happens to Mekare, we're all going to feel it!::: -00162763@ysub.ysu.edu ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 418: Daniel is tired of hearing Santino's irritating voice. Mekare is lovely, but Santino isn't! "Well, Santino, we are NOT in a hurry so if you want to go ahead and go to the party..." "What do you mean we are not in a hurry? We don't have a gift yet! We can't be late! Gabrielle and Jessica will get on our backs!" Santino said. 'Jessica' the sole mention of the name sent chills through Daniel's body. Jesse, his friend, the fledgling that he trusted, his little sister... Everything was over now. He felt the hatred burning in his entrails, the blazing desire for revenge. "Calm down, Daniel," Khayman whispered. "Jessica is not upstairs. We can go to the party now, for she's not in the room." Daniel heard the words, and immediately understood. Jesse was with Armand! "Yes, she is," Khayman said. "But rest assured, young one. Armand loves YOU!" :::What's going on? Who's this Armand person again? Is he the one that's running around with my niece?::: "Yes, Mekare, Armand is the stupid imp with the auburn hair!" Santino said. "Who are you calling a stupid imp?" Daniel hissed. "Armand, why?" "Don't call him like that! I'm the only one allowed to curse him out!" "You and Lestat!" Khayman reminded. "Well, Lestat is ALLOWED to curse everyone. He's the Brat Prince!" They all laughed. Daniel wasn't feeling well anymore. He didn't want to walk around the Pon. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going upstairs to Maharet." :::Ah, you're going to that sister o'mine?::: "Yes, Mekare! I already have a present for Louis and Lestat. I'm giving them 'Interview with the Phantom' as a gift. I'm going upstairs now." And with that, Daniel turned on his heels and disappeared. ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 419: On his way to Maharet's room, Daniel passed by Marius' room and he heard some soft moaning. "Oh dear," he whistled. "They are at IT again! Too bad I'm gonna have to interrupt!" "Hello! May I come in!!!!" He shouts as he pound heavily on the door. "Oh, Marius! It's party time! Come out, bad boys. I know what you are doing!" "Daniel!" Marius calls out. "You insolent little fledgling! Go away!" "Nope! I'm standing here until you and Mister Talamasca come out!" ---------------------------------------------------------------- POST 420: :::Sister!... Oooooh... ouch... I've seem to have goooten... umph... myself into... ehh... a bit of a mess. I... ouch... might be a l..llittle LAte for the PARty... umph... don't WOrry dear, KhAyman and these NICE... ouh... boys are with mmme.:::