Chelsea & Lestat (Part Two)
"I do so adore that little fox mask you wore"
I spit my drink out in a loud sputter, muttering curses under my breath and I quickly wiped the liquid from my mouth and electronic screen. I was sitting in my Louisiana motel room, giving one last peek into the chat room. Most of the names were gone for the night, but one name flashed, mocking me once more. The message came from the username Magister. The same guy I left splayed on the pavement at the bus terminal just an hour ago. I was sitting with my legs crossed in front of me, wearing a comfortable pair of pajamas and my mug of warm tea in my hand.
"You are still here reading these...aren't you, darling?"
He was taunting me. He claimed to be a vampire, didn't he? This was New Orleans, the haven of the vampire culture. I placed my warm mug on the cold floor of the room and took a deep breath and allowed my fingers to heavily tap along the black keyboard that sat in my lap.
"What the hell do you want from me?"
I glared at the bright electronic screen as I awaited his reply. For a moment I felt that he was going to leave me alone, but instead he was teasing me with anticipation. How was he even using this username? Did he steal the man's phone? Did he invade his home? Did he simply hack the username? This guy was just as weird as any target I've chased down in the moonlight.
"A little fun"
Fun? You've got to me kidding me, I thought to myself. I sighed as I looked away from the screen and out the window of the tiny motel room. Bright red and blue sirens screamed past the window, momentarily filling the room with their raving colors. I never feared being found out by police, as I was always so careful about my movements...however with this new target, I wasn't so sure what he had going on in his crazy mind.
"And just what exactly did you have in mind?" I responded. Once again it took him a moment to reply to me. Perhaps if he really was a vampire he wasn't so good with typing, like a withering old grandmother trying to boot up AOL or something. His response to me wasn't another bit of witty banter, but an address. He must really think so high of himself to publicly post an address on a forum like this. Quickly looking up the address online, it was a cross street in a busy part of New Orleans, the corner he chose seemed to be a cafe of sorts. No doubt he wanted this meeting to be done at night.
I sat alone at a quaint cafe table outside of the actual cafe, the hot muggy weather causing beads of sweat to form across my forehead already. I felt sticky and hazy sitting outside even though the sun had set moments ago. My long hair was flowing down my back and shoulders as I sat, legs crossed and brows furrowed. Resting bitch face, I suppose you could call it. I wore a dark gray tank top and comfortable black cargos, pockets filled with various self protection devices. Around my neck was a heavy black choker. I knew it wouldn't provide any real protection against a vampire but it made me feel a bit safer in my own skin. My eyes scanned the area in my peripheral vision. I watched couples, families and loners walk the streets, approach the cafe and leave shortly after. A few people sat scattered in the outside tables, listening to the music playing and having peaceful conversations. I sighed softly and my fingertips tapped the warm metal table out of annoyance and irritation. I hate being made to wait, especially for someone as infuriating as this one.
"You should really look over your shoulder a little more, chere"
I jumped in my skin a bit, my brows arched in great irritation as I turned to look over my shoulder to see the same strange man staring back at me. A smug smile devoured his features and his body was clad in black leather and silver jewelry. The material of his shirt seemed soft to the touch, material so light even though covered in graphics. The short sleeves of his shirt revealed the tone of his incredibly pale arms. He sat sideways in a chair only inches away from mine, elbow sitting on the back of his chair and his chin held by his palm. His blond hair was once more tied back loosely, though far more stray strands of his bangs were left to frame his face. His posture and appearance bore a striking resemblance to the bad boys that sat in the back of classes in highschool, the ones that would break all the rules and everyone loved them for it. I saw his eyes drift from my eyes to the choker that was wrapped around my throat. For a moment I felt as though his eyes alone would rip the material from me. But instead he chuckled at me lightly.
"What do you want from me?", I stated coldly, my face cold and passive.
He seemed to think this over for a moment, his eyes rising back up to my eyes as he thought. He tilted his head to the side curiously and his smile widened. He leaned closer to me then, his lips close to my ear, against my hair as he answered me.
"I want to see you lay before me in offering, your neck bent to me and your lips moaning my name to the moonlight. I want to see you submit to me, completely"
Goosebumps rose along my arms and the back of my neck at his words. My eyes grew wide and even as my cheeks were beginning to blush, my fist was careening towards his stupid perfect face. But before I could feel my hit connect, his hand caught my fist in the air, holding it tightly, not even letting me withdraw.
"You would dare attack someone in a public place like this?", he said, laughing.
My eyes darted around the cafe patio and saw a few patrons glances quickly shift back to their coffees and desserts. I was letting him make a fool of me, I wasn't thinking clearly around him.
"Chelsea...now now, calm that heartbeat before it's sent flying from your breast", he said softly, his hand that held my fist now trying to wriggle their way into my fist as though he were going to entwine his fingers with mine.
"Calm that snake in your pants before it's shred from your body", I said flatly, recoiling my hand from him. "What makes you think I would ever surrender to someone like you?"
His hand fell away from me as a deep chuckle growled through his chest, laughing just hard enough to expose his sharp fangs. I heaved another sigh as I turned away from him just enough to sit sideways on the cafe chair, my hand tapping away at the table in a visible sign of my utter irritation.
I was looking away from the brat vampire, watching how rhythmically my nails were hitting the metal table. I noticed how everyone in the outside cafe patio went back to their own little worlds, writing off our existence as just another estranged couple in the middle of New Orleans. As my eyes darted around the area, my peripheral vision latched onto Lestat. The smug way his laugh faded into a cheshire grin, the way his bright blue eyes were watching my every movement just as closely as I followed his and the way he was idly biting at one of his long fingernails on the hand that held his chin. His lips were just barely parted, the sharp end of a fang just peeking from under his lip as it came to his nail. I huffed as I realized I was staring at his lips for a beat too long, and this did not go unnoticed by the freak.
"No one can resist me, I'm afraid. They try, mon dieu do they try!", he said, rather theatrically. "But they always end up in my embrace in the end."
I hated how his voice deepened as he talked to me. I hated how his eyes drew in mine every time. I hated how light his accent fluttered around his words. I hated how kissable his lips looked. I hated how I could smell his perfume that smelled faintly of burning leaves. I hated how my heart would start beating faster every time he grinned.
"I'm sure it is hard to resist you, when you keep using the Force on people and fucking with their minds", I stated, rolling my eyes at him.
"I did that to put you in your place, cherie. To give you a glimpse of how to submit", he said in a low voice. I looked back at him with a fierce glare and contemplated throwing all caution to the wind and kill the bastard here, light him on fire and walk away.
"Well I hate to break it to you, but submission is not a habit of mine".
"No, and I'm sure your mother saw to that, didn't she?"
His words carved through my hard demeanor like a hot knife. My eyes were wide as I glared at him once more.
"And I see you scavenged around in my head while you were having your fun. You wouldn't understand what I've been through. What it's like to be ridiculed by your own mother!", my voice was cold and escalating.
"What it's like to have to cut your birth giver out of your own life". Tears were forming around the corners of my eyes as I saw the grin slowly leave his face and his stare grew soft. "You can't understand what it's like to have everything taken from you".
My head was turned down, my hair cascading around me like a dark shroud as tears rolled down. I wasn't about to show the vampire my vulnerability, even as I felt his hard cold hand gently grasp at my wrist in an attempt to pull me back to him. But I froze at his touch and refused to be moved from my position, sitting still as a statue. It had been a little over two years since my family had been taken from me. Since I picked up the sword and mask to take my vengeance. But vengeance came too soon. Vengeance didn't alleviate the pain the way I wanted it too.
"Chelsea, I am two hundred and fifty six years old, trust me in that I understand your pain more than you can imagine. Imagine you gave your favorite family member all of eternity and yet they turned their back to you. Imagine you created a family for yourself, each member with the gift of life eternal...and they thank you with a knife to the throat and a fire upon your form."
I pulled my head up and used the back of my hand to wipe away the tears that were still welling in my eyes. His eyes were dark now and his voice was low and calm. His hands were in his lap as his body had turned away from me slightly and he now looked like a sullen child.
"Imagine you've taken a true liking to someone for the first time in so many years and that person wants nothing more than to pierce a katana through your skull in the middle of Bourbon Street", he said softly, his eyes cast away from me.
"What?", I exclaimed in but a whisper.
"I was minding my own business finding my meal for the night...a despicable piece of trash that I'd followed for some time...and right when I have him in my grasp...I notice another spider about to suffocate the fly that's landed in their trap. A spider that isn't hunting the fly for food or for causing a great earthquake in it's web. But one that simply seeks to remove the fly from the world to rid the population of it's disgusting mannerisms."
I sat in silence after hearing his words, my hands in my lap. It was growing late and the patrons of the cafe were leaving, the sounds of chairs being pushed back under the tables broke the silence every so often. Even Lestat was silent as we both sat there next to each other. I peeked at him in my peripheral vision and noticed how he wasn't even looking towards me. I turned towards him to see that he was staring off into the distance as though he were deep in thought, before he turned to me and smiled at me warmly.
"But you're not just a super-heroine that brings justice to the world. No...you keep searching for the kill that will fill that void in you. That will calm your mind just long enough for you to remember what it's like to live life. And that is why I'm here now, Chelsea", he said, his hand moving to sit on my thigh, just underneath my knee. "Let me clear your mind, even just for tonight. Let me drink the spirit of vengeance that haunts you and let me guide you to a beautiful place you've kept yourself distant from for a long time."
He was practically purring his words to me as his hand gently rubbed at my thigh gently as he made his offer clear to me.
"Find peace in your submission to me".
"And what do I have to lose?", I asked of him, perhaps a little coldly. His smile grew at my words before he answered me in another beautiful deep purr.
"Just enough blood to make your head spin like a fine liqueur and the rest of the night".
He had me against the wall of my hotel room as soon as we entered. I couldn't keep myself from taking up his offer and to keep me from succumbing to my instincts he held my wrist above my head and far from the various sharp objects that filled my pockets. We had walked silently through the night after my acceptance. I had barely closed the door behind us when he pinned me. I could clearly smell his fine cologne now with him so close, and could feel his soft blond hair tickling my forehead as he leaned close. His free hand locked the door as his eyes searched mine for any sign of resistance.
"Tell me that you will submit to me", he demanded softly, yet his voice was a deep growl...but I felt defiant still.
"No", a smirk was on my lips as I looked up at him and wriggled my hands a bit to test his strength on my wrists. He held them tight, like steel were wrapped around them. He chuckled and leaned close and once more I felt his lips graze my neck. He started at my jaw and with an excruciating slow pace, he trailed down my neck.
"Ahh cherie...but I thought you wanted to feel good tonight. You do want to feel good...don't you?", he whispered teasingly placing his lips down to a soft spot along my neck. As he softly nipped at the spot he was rewarded with a soft groan from me. I could feel him smile against my neck at the sound I made.
"But perhaps you're simply thinking too clearly still", he said as he leaned up once more. His eyes were level with mine, as his lips were so close against mine, just lightly touching. I trembled slightly in a sudden fear that he was going to simply hypnotize me once more, but instead his eyes closed and his lips came down upon mine in a deep kiss. His lips were soft and warm as they led the dance, his tongue teasingly sliding across my bottom lip. I was moaning softly into the kiss before I noticed he had released my hands and his arms were encircled around my waist. My hands were now tangled in his blond mane as I pulled it free from it's tie.
His lips left mine only for a moment as his arms dropped from my waist down below my ass to lift me up with my legs wrapping around him. He was carrying me away from the doorway of the hotel room and towards the freshly cleaned sheets of the bed. His lips were drawing away all of my inhibitions and left me in a hazy trance as I felt his hands drop me back to the floor in front of the bed. His strong cold hands was sliding underneath my tank top as his lips locked onto mine once more. His tongue mingled with my own as his fingers pulled at the back of my bra strap, undoing the laces in one swift motion. When he pulled away from me this time, it was to pull the tank top over my head and throw away the undone bra, leaving me topless and exposed in front of him. A lone slightly cold hand trailed down my bare chest, running between my breasts and down my tummy down to my waist. It left a delicious shiver running down my spine and my own hands were gripping his shirt and was lifting it over his head, exposing his own pale chest. My hands were against his chest, feeling his strength and muscle underneath my touch as his deep blue eyes stared deeply into my soul. Not to mind control me again, but to simply look down at me lovingly. His typical smug grin returned as he lightly pushed me down onto the cool sheets of the bed, my legs hanging off the side.
His hands trailed up my knees, past my thighs and to my waist to pull away the cargo pants from my form, taking away any chance of me defending myself from him if I were to have a change of heart. He seemed to notice this worry run across my face immediately, and his hands shot up to fondle and grope at my breasts, gently kneading them and rolling my nipples.
"Don't fret, ma chere...I'll take good care of you", he said in his low growl as he knelt down in front of me, his hands falling from my breasts down to hold my hips. He leaned forward and placed light kisses along my knees and slowly up the inner side of my thighs. His lips felt hot against my skin and every so often I felt his tongue flick across the skin as though he were nibbling on a hot meal. One hand left my hips and traced the elastic of my panties.
"A girl as hot blooded as you...I expected something more...exotic underneath the jumpsuit. Though the tiger striped panties are a nice touch", he said, nearly laughing as his finger still slowly traced the elastic band.
"The last thing I need during a mission is to focus on a string uncomfortably flossing my ass...and...I like tigers..", I said, feeling a sudden rush of embarrassment at having the brat vampire judge my underwear...of all things. "So you're not gonna make me call you Master or anything like that..are you? Because I won't."
He arched a brow at me and his deep blue eyes were nearly glowing in the darkened room, with only the light that poured from the window shining through. After a moment, his smug grin widened and he looked away to study my body, a hand coming up to mindlessly grasp at my breasts as he spoke.
"My dear, I have quite the inflated ego and I haven't spent over two hundred years of my life as a king of the Savage Garden to have you call me by anything other than my name", he said, his fangs showing in his smile.
I was going to say something to him...a witty snap back at his words or a question of what the Savage Garden was...but my mind went blank as I felt his lips place a kiss against my panties, right over my clit. It was such a simple and quick movement but it shut me up real quick. My legs were raised a bit, Lestat's hands were shedding me of my last bit of clothing, and he threw my legs over his shoulders before his lips returned to my sacred core to place another kiss, this one directly over my swollen clit. My back arched off the bed and a low groan left my throat. I wasn't expecting the vampire to twirl his tongue between my legs...but by god the man knew what he was doing. His hands were holding my hips in place as his tongue swept around my clit, every once and awhile his lips would place a soft kiss and even suck upon it, driving me insane.
Without thinking I moaned his name and my eyes immediately shot down to look at him, his eyes staring back up at me and I could feel him smile against my pussy. My hand was traveling down to either slap that grin off his face or pull him away, but they ended up tangling in his blond mane once more as I felt a finger trace around my opening.
"My..my...moaning my name already, are we?", Lestat purred. "Do it again, my sweet".
"Make me, you insufferable bastard", I huffed.
My head fell back as I felt his lips once more sucking on my clit and two fingers being plunged inside of me.
"Ah...Lestat!", I moaned, feeling the immediate shame heat my face.
"Good girl, Chelsea...let it all out", he said as his fingers slid in and out of me slowly and deeply, taking care to curve them to hit the special part that lay hidden inside that made my toes curl and my lower back lift off the bed. Any part of me that had wanted to fight him was completely gone as I lay there, moaning as his fingers fucked me more skillfully than any another lover I've had. My mind was completely blank as I moaned his name a few more times and held onto his golden hair for dear life.
"Do you feel yourself coming close to that grand threshold, cherie?", he asked of me as he pulled away for a moment, his fingers slowing their pace. All I could do was nod quickly and mumble an uh-huh. He rose from his kneeling position to climb up to the bed, hovering over me as I caught my breath. His hair was hanging down around his face as he hovered over me, his fingers pulled away from my opening but were instead rubbing circles around my clit as he looked down at me.
"I want you to stay like this...your mind deliciously blank and clear...your lips moaning my name", he purred, leaning close enough to my ear for me to feel his lips ghosting over my skin. "And I am going to take from you, sweet girl." His fingers were rubbing my clit more firmly and quickly as he spoke. "I will sink my fangs into you...but you will not fight me. If you fight it...you won't cum...and...you do want to cum for me, don't you?", he said, pulling away to look into my eyes once more. My body was so clouded with lust I couldn't worry about anything other than not being able to achieve release.
"I...I want to cum", I moaned softly, writhing under his touch.
He smiled as he leaned close to me once more, his lips placing soft butterfly kisses along my jaw and neck. His fingers were plunged deeply inside of me as I felt his fangs finally penetrate my skin. The few seconds of pain dissipated quickly as I came for him. I was moaning loudly, praising his name as I felt myself being thrown from the threshold. My body tremble and rock with orgasm and as my orgasm melted into a beautiful afterglow I heard Lestat groaning gently against my neck as he drank from me. It felt like I was falling as his fangs were inside me. It was the longest afterglow of my life and even as I became aware of my life being in Lestat's hands I felt ecstatic still.
Lestat pulled away after what could have only been seconds of drinking my blood, his fingers withdrawing from my dripping pussy and his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me against him. He pulled me up to lay on the bed proper, with my body against his. My head was laying against his chest and shoulder, my arm wrapped around his waist. My mind was still spinning with the orgasm and blood withdrawal. Lestat was running his fingers through my long hair as we both lay in silence. I felt how his skin was heating up as mine was cooling slightly. My fingers were tracing soft patterns along his chest as my eyes were closed. I wanted to drift to sleep.
Perhaps Lestat did too, since I felt him shift just enough to cover the two of us in the sheets, his arm wrapping around me in a protective matter, making me cling to him as I drifted to sleep. Even though he was a powerful vampire, I was laying next to him in a truly vulnerable state and I never felt more safe in my life.