Hana & Lestat (Part Two)
I spent the next several evenings luring victims to Lestat to build up his strength. The second night I spent in his company I led a young woman behind me as I trekked back down St. Charles. She was a junkie that was willing to do anything to find a new hook up. I of course was more than willing to oblige and kept her suspicions at bay by telling her sweet lies of a new street drug that gave amazing bliss to the user. But her mind was so far gone that she didn't even question the dark garden path I led her down or even seem to notice the stench of the dead rats that littered the rotting stairs of the staircase that led up to Lestat's room.
Once in the hallway, the young woman ran past me into the dark room and straight into Lestat's arms. It was as if she had been summoned by him without him even making a sound.
I watched intently as Lestat gathered the young woman against his chest, lovingly pushing back her hair. I watched as his eyes closed peacefully as his fangs sank into her waiting neck. She struggled against him at first, even push against his chest a little, but with each passing second she grew weaker. After a moment it seemed she moaned in pleasure and her body began to sway with his breathing. Her eyes were half lidded as her limbs lost all control and Lestat finally let her body fall the floor harshly. His head was held back as he savored the thick crimson liquid that covered his lips.
His condition was improving drastically. He was standing tall and his skin seemed even more filled in than the night before, no longer bearing any sort of scarring or grey tissue. Even his hair was full of life as it formed a golden mane around his face. His eyes now shone brilliantly with a sapphire hue. He had shed the rotting clothes he had been wearing before and his chest was bare. I couldn't take my eyes off his naked torso for a moment, taking a mental picture of his marble chest and the perfect formation of every muscle that tumbled along his arms and abdomen. He now wore black pants which I could only guess was taken from the man from the previous night, whose body was nowhere to be seen in the room.
However he began to waver and reclaimed the leather chair once more. He seemed to collapse into it like he was exhausted. Even though his physical appearance was healing wonderfully, his body seemed to still be weak. It was almost like someone that's been sick with the flu for a week. He still needs more blood.
I shuffled awkwardly at the entrance of the room, having realized I've just been standing and staring this whole time.
"I'm glad you came back". he said languidly.
"Oh yeah, because I'd totally let something like this slip away. It looks like you're getting a lot better", I said as I began to step closer to him nervously. I could feel my heart beating faster. I think Lestat picked up on that because his eyes locked onto mine for a moment before he gave me a sly smile.
"Are you afraid of me?", he asked and flashed his fangs at me for a split second. I simply stared at him for a moment. I walked past him and towards the broken window that light was pouring out of.
"I'm not scared of the big bad wolf", I scoffed.
"Ah but I can hear your heart beating so fast, petite, so close to popping out of your chest I could almost grab it".
"It's not fear...It's...It's just adrenaline". I could hear the gentle scraping of his chair sliding across the floor behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt his warm hand slide up my arm softly like a spider.
"Don't be so tense with me, cherie. I love that I make your heart flutter before I do anything. I could play your heart like a grand piano, increasing and decreasing it's rythym any way I please.", he said softly, teasingly. His hand traced intricate patterns along my arm and hand. His fingers seemed to dance over the veins in my wrist before wrapping around and gently pulling it to him. He gave my wrist a soft, but long, kiss.
"I owe you much, little one", he whispered so softly I almost didn't hear it. "Come back to me again tomorrow, and I'll answer any question that may be lingering in your heart. I'll do what I can to pay you back this great debt. I wish I could spend this entire night with you by my side and speak in great detail with you. Alas, I need more rest, cherie."
I leaned close to Lestat for the first time and offered him a soft quick kiss on the forehead, hearing him chuckle lightly at my gesture.
The next night I hoped to run across another easy victim for Lestat, but I was out of luck. I sauntered down alleyways and dark paths looking for whoever I could. I even tried looking for someone in a seedy night club. It was packed full of dancing bodies that paid no mind to me. I made my way towards the back of the club and decided to go into the girl's bathroom. It was just bright enough inside for me to check how I looked for the evening. My dark hair was pulled back into a messy bun, my eyes lined with fine black eyeliner. I chose a classic little black dress for this evening with Lestat, and had hoped it would make it a bit easier to find a new victim for him.
My heels clicked a little bit with each step I took out of the restroom. When I made my way back onto the dance floor I noticed that I caught someone's eye. It was a tall, heavy set gentleman that loomed towards the back of the club. Once again, I made a poor life decision and offered a flirtatious wink in his direction before heading out of the club to see if he would follow me. I waited outside for him for a long time, before hearing a door close on the side of the building. I tread softly to the corner to peak around. I saw the gentleman from before leaning against the building with another young woman, the two of them talking softly. I decided to throw all caution to the wind and made my way over to the two of them. The young woman flashed a smile at me as I approached and the man looked at me with a hardened expression.
"How much do you charge?", the man gruffly spat out.
"I told him me and you could make a deal with him and he could do both of us for my premium rate if he treats us nice", the young woman said.
I nearly laughed out loud as I realized they both thought I was a whore. I knew my dress was short, but damn son. But I really needed to get someone to Lestat tonight...so I was willing to play along, by my rules of course.
"Yeah sure, I'm game. On one condition, I choose the location. Its safe, no cops, no passersby, no interruptions. Its out of the way, but trust me, its the perfect spot.", I lied and placed my hand on my hip as a sign of just how hilariously serious I was.
The man merely nodded and led the way to his car. A few red flags rose when I noticed his car bore no tags or stickers of registration. The car was probably not his or even stolen. From the backset of the car I gave directions to St. Charles. The car ride was short but very awkward. I listened to the young woman talk to him endlessly. Not even sexy talk, just about her everyday life, to which he cared little about and I cared even less than him. I told him to park the car just in front of where the dark path begins. I warned the both of them that there may be some thorn bushes, but to trust me, its the perfect spot.
The young prostitute complained the whole walk to the mansion. She hated the dark, she didn't like the thorn bushes, she didn't like the small stone steps that her heel kept catching. The man however was completely silent as he followed closely behind me. Once reaching the door to the mansion I bit my lip a bit as I remembered the rats, hoping it wouldn't frighten the two of them away, but to my amazement, the rats were gone. The smell was gone. Looked like Lestat did a little spring cleaning. As we all entered the room, the man closed the door the best he could before grabbing hold of the young woman. She laughed and giggled as his arm encircled her waist. I didn't really want to watch this sort of thing go down, so I made my way over to the staircase. But then I heard her laughter turn to screaming. I turned, expecting to see Lestat already dispatching the two of them, but instead saw a large knife sawing into the young woman's stomach. The large man held the bloody knife and twisted it inside of her as she kept screaming.
I began to run up the staircase, but once I made it halfway up, my foot fell through the staircase and I tripped helplessly as my heel was caught in the rotting wood. I turned to see the man stabbing the woman's body before finally slitting her throat in a terribly long gash. I began to mutter to myself in frustration as I kicked off my heel to free my foot and spider crawl my way up the stair case. I could hear the man lumber up the stairs behind me as I made my way into the hallway. When I stepped into Lestat's room, my blood ran cold when I realized that he was not there. His chair was empty and there wasn't any trace of him within the room. I decided to hide myself behind the door once more and pray that wherever Lestat was, that he would come for his victim, before I became one.
It wasn't long before the man entered the room, and unfortunately for me, he glanced at me through the gap between the door and the wall. He pulled me by the hair and forced me to the ground. He held my hair tightly in his hand and I was waiting for the chance to catch him at the right time to disarm him of that bloody knife. But before I could hatch my plan, I heard Lestat's voice echo inside the room.
"Ah yes, she has such a lovely neck, doesn't she? So lovely...that you're not worthy to take it. Mon Dieu, and with such a gruesome knife? Tsk Tsk"
Lestat seemed to walk into the room from the broken window, his grin stretched across his face, and his hair lit from the light like a halo. He now wore a black leather jacket and new, cleaner black pants with new shiny black leather boots. He walked over to wear I was kneeling and glanced down at me lovingly.
"I do enjoy seeing you kneel, however", he teased as his eyes ran over my body.
The man tightened the grip on my hair and brought the knife closer to my face and before he could make even one scratch I was free of his grip. One second I'm expecting to feel the cold steel cut across my face, the next I'm sitting on the floor on the other side of the room watching Lestat practically slam his fangs into the murderer's neck. Lestat seemed to drain him quickly, not savoring as much as he did the previous kills. He threw the mans' body to the side of the room like a child done playing with a toy.
Lestat turned to face me and walked towards me slowly, his hand reaching out to help me up.
"Come, Hana. I've grown so much stronger and wish to show you"
I took his hand and he pulled me from the ground and I remembered that I only wore one heel as I quickly kicked off the other one and slid it behind me as he pulled me to his chest. His eyes locked onto mine for a long moment as we merely stood close to each other. We hadn't been this close before and I felt the world around us melt.
"Took you long enough to get here. Not that I needed your help, I could have stopped the guy", I finally scoffed.
"Is that so?", he chuckled at me softly, leaning close and let his forehead come to rest against mine, his eyes scorching into my soul. His hands rose from their place on my back and slid up my shoulders to rest along my neck and jaw lightly. He glanced at my lips for a moment before pulling away from me. He took my hand once more to lead me to the window.
"Now, I need you to hold on to me tightly.", he stated plainly and placed his hands on my hips.
"No need to ask twice", I laughed as I wrapped my arms around him and let my head rest against his chest. I felt his chest rumble as he laughed.
"I'm going to take us to another place. A better place for us to spend the night.", he whispered. "Now close your eyes for me and just listen to my heart beating".
I wanted to ask him what he meant by that before his arms locked around me in a steel grip and I felt us fly out of the window. I wanted to be completely amazed that he could fly, but I was moreso just singing "A Whole New World" in my head as we seemed to soar through the sky.
When I opened my eyes, we really were somewhere completely different. We stood on the roof of a highrise. City lights flickered all around us and traffic buzzed beneath us. We were so high up I felt dizzy against him. He rubbed my back softly as I began to steady myself.
"Where are we?", I asked him as my eyes scanned the horizon around us. This wasn't New Orleans. This was bigger. This was...different.
"Does it really matter?"
I didn't answer him. I stared down at the buzzing city below me. There was still so many people out on the streets. Out walking, riding bikes, waiting for buses.
"You won't find me down there, Hana. I'm here", he whispered gently as I felt his body against my back, his hand on my shoulder.
"When...when did I tell you my name?", I finally asked of him.
"You didn't have to. I can read your thoughts from time to time. I can catch important gasps and plans.", his other hand crept up my arm and up my neck slowly, "Your dreams and desires..."
Of course. Vampires do vampire things from time to time. He pulled me away from my view of this new city as he led me to a stairwell to descend. We went down two floors and walked down a fancy, brightly lit hallway. The building was a fancy hotel, each door numbered and locked for key card access. I would never have enough money to stay in something I this, I muttered to myself as I noticed Lestat stop and pull a keycard from his jacket pocket. He seemed to fumble with the lock for just a moment before finally figuring out how to unlock the door.
"Whoa whoa, how the fuck did you get a hotel room?!" I exclaimed as he held the door open for me and gestured me inside. He laughed for a long moment before wiping a tear away.
"All the things you've seen the past few days, and you're confused as to how I used currency and quickly forged identification to rent a room like a normal mortal man?", he sneered.
But the room wasn't just some hotel room. It was a damn suite. It was larger than any room I've ever stayed in. I let myself collapse on the king sized bed I found and held my arm over my eyes to block the bright lights of the room. I felt the bed shift as Lestat sat down on the side of the bed next to me. I jumped a bit when I felt his hand caress the top of my thigh left exposed by my dress hiking up just a bit.
"Now that we can both be a bit more comfortable, you can ask anything of me. I owe this all to you, Hana. And I'm willing to pay you back any way that I can", he said plainly as his hand began to slowly slide up my thigh "I'll answer any question that you have. I'll perform any act for you. I'll send you careening over a fine edge of pleasure over and over. Simply name what you want, and it will be yours".
"I want to be like you. I mean, still do the orgasm thing, please, but...I want you to turn me into what you are.".
He was silent for a long moment, his hand ceasing its journey of my thigh, but not entirely removing it either. I pulled my arm from my face too look upon his. He was deep in thought, his eyes doing the whole 'million yard stare' bit. His silence was broken by a chuckle.
"All these years, and never has someone so bluntly asked it of me. But you must be absolutely sure, amour. There's no going back once you're mine. Submission to me is final, I'm afraid. Once you drink from me, you're mine forever. You already know the other details of the matter, I'm sure. You must kill each night for blood, you must sleep during the day, you will never grow old or die. You won't be able to have the same interaction with family, in fact I would outright abandon them".
"That's not a problem, I left them a long time ago, so check that off your list", I muttered.
"You are certain?", he asked firmly, sliding his hand away from my thigh and up to my face, placing it against my cheek. He looked deep into my eyes, as though he would find my answer hidden behind my dark brown eyes.
"I'm all yours, Lestat", I smiled and leaned into his touch like a kitten.
He grinned at me and laid next to me, his hand now caressing my cheek. He leaned close and I automatically closed my eyes as I felt him go in for the kill. But his mouth claimed my lips first. I whimpered against his lips as I melted in the kiss. It was passionate and wonderfully deep, almost dominate. I shivered as I realized I could feel his fangs with every kiss he gave me and I returned. My hands found his chest as I blindly began to pull away the leather jacket he decided to sport tonight. He pulled away from my lips to pull away his jacket and throw it off to the side as he grinned at me like I was his prey for the night.
Instead of taking his place at my side once more he climbed on top of me, his hands on either side of my face, a knee between my legs, effectively trapping me underneath him.
"I have to make absolutely sure that you want to be mine", he said softly as I felt his hand reach for the hem of my dress and began to pull the material further up my hips. I could feel that my panties were now fully exposed and I expected to feel his hand explore the material there, instead the hand went in the opposite direction and once again found its way to my cheek to pull me into another deep kiss. During the kiss, his hand slid down the side of my body slowly, almost painfully slowly. It had just barely touched the skin of my thigh when he changed direction once more to ascend my curves once more. The bastard was teasing me! Two could play this game, I decided as I sent my hands on a mission. My hands caressed down his sides to his hips and one hand went on the dangerous stealth mission of sliding firmly along the erection I felt against his pants. A deep growl came from his throat as his other hand quickly had my wrists held above my head in a submissive and restrictive position underneath him.
"Now now, patience little one. There will be time for that. All the time in the world for that. But right now, let's focus on you", he said as his free hand finally found its way to the panties that clung tightly to my hips. He wasted no time and slipped his hand inside the waistband of the cotton material to quickly pull them from me, completely exposing me. He began to leave small kisses down my neck and shoulder, his teeth grabbing the material of my dress to pull it down. He greedily kissed the swell of my breasts as his fingers found their way to my core. I moaned as his fingers slid along my clit and down to my opening. He growled in approval of how wet I was already and began to encircle my clit in gentle motions. I was moaning and writhing against him already. I couldn't believe I was laying underneath a legendary vampire, his lips against my breast, his fingers playing with my clit.
In a motion far too quick for me to fully comprehend, my dress and bra were ripped from me, Lestat still looming over me, my hands still held tightly above my head. His lips claimed their place along my breasts again, this time giving a small bite to one of my nipples, causing me to buck against him wantonly.
"Ahh, cherie. Look at you writhe for me. Look at how wet and aching you are for me. Tell me, Hana, what do you want?", he said to me now, his eyes staring deeply into my own, a smile on his lips as he watched me. His fingers seemed to be gaining speed as he waited for my answer, wanting to see me react to his touch even more.
"I want you...please..."
"What do you need?"
"I need you to...ah...I need you to take me!"
"Hmm", he contemplated, his fingers never ceasing their motions along my clit. He leaned closer to me, as if to kiss me once more, but instead he barely rest his forehead against mine and remained so very close to me while his fingers slipped into my ready opening, causing a loud moan release from my lips.
"Look at me, Hana.", his fingers began their assault inside of me, his thumb circling my clit. I did my best to keep my eyes open and stare into the deep blue pools.
"P-Please...Lestat...Please take me...I want to be yours forever!" I moaned. He chuckled at me once more and his lips kissed me softly before pulling away to look deeply into my eyes once more.
"You want to be mine? Then you need to cum for me now, Hana. Cum for me", he demanded and I felt the very core of my being begin to shudder. I was moaning as I felt myself fly over the edge and careen into an explosive orgasm. Just as I was reaching the delicious peak of orgasm, I felt Lestat sink his fangs into my neck. I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain at the sudden change of pace. It felt like all my veins were being reined in. My body was tensing up and I struggled against his hold on my wrists. I could feel Lestat actually take the blood from my body and I felt his will take over my own. His mental will pushed aside my own and seemed to make my mind hush. My body was beginning to relax as I felt his hand loosen around my wrists before finally pulling away to lovingly embrace me. I think I was falling then. Tumbling through a beautiful spell it felt like he was casting over me as he took my life. It felt as though I orgasmed a million times and was basking in the pleasure. I became aware that soft moans were still escaping my lips, but I felt myself grow colder. I was falling too fast now. I was slipping away from myself and I grew frightened.
I could hear Lestat's voice now. He sounded so far away. He was calling my name, wasn't he? Where was he? Where the hell was I?
Suddenly the world seemed to explode around me. I could immediately sense the room around me, think all my thoughts and be aware of my surroundings. Lestat was holding me up, whispering softly to me. I was drinking something warm. It tasted sooo good. Maybe it was fancy wine? Everyone always talks about that stuff but I've never had it....but now, couldn't be that, I wasn't drinking out of a glass. It felt like I was sucking juice from something. I finally found the strength to open my eyes I see that my mouth was held against Lestat's wrist.
"That's it...good girl, Hana. Come back to me, amour.", he whispered lovingly against me as I continued to drink from him. I never felt so thirsty before in my life and I needed more of what he was offering to me. I began to suck harder for more of his blood and with each mouthful I began to see visions. I saw flashes of Lestat's life. I saw old streets of a different land, maybe France? I saw wolves running in snow, a man with black hair somberly playing a violin. Another black haired man came into the visions, this one with a small yellow haired child in his lap.
The wrist was pulled from me quickly. "No more, Hana. Not from me. Not tonight, little one."