Lestat has always been the one to control everything. Ever since his heart darkened from constantly being abandoned by his loved ones throughout his immortal life. He lost his pure self long ago and didn't dare to dream of getting it back.
Daphne...
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"Another crop harvest lost!" My papa shoves all of his papers off the dining room table.
They land hopelessly in a scattered mess. Each piece of yellow parchment that flew across the floor halted in the shape of a heart. I find it ironic that there is no love within this moist room.
That sinking feeling started to set in like clockwork. It's hard to finish my super when my stomach is twisted in a thousand knots. I've yet to learn how to control my nerves around this foul man. One day I'll fix it.
"How the hell am I supposed to feed my people this winter?" He growled furiously at Fredrick who still stands at the door frame, afraid to step any further toward my angry father. There is no blame coming from me for this. I too would keep far away from his devil eyes. All red from the lack of sleep and gracious supply of booze.
His priorities always were about the people he owned, disgusting really. Papa has yet to care for or acknowledge me since Mama passed all those years ago. Maybe I was spared from his more brutal rage.
Of course, the first few years had been decent. That man was at my side for a time. Though he practically left me in the dust and never came back.
I keep away from him at all costs. But he still finds ways to torment me.
Anywhere near him during his bad days is a bold death wish that I have grown tired of making.
Everything that has ever gone wrong would be blamed on me. I don't remember how it came to be like that. My Papa had given me one job two years ago that has never quite been finished.
I've been meaning to find a wealthy husband to inherit money just enough for my father to get his Tabaco crops back into the trade game. For years his fields grew sour and dry. Never good enough for the markets.
But of course, I won't ever find a husband. Who would want a wife who didn't speak? A wife who couldn't arouse her husband with sweet sounds that would flee her lips in hot passion? A wife who would verbally obey her husband no matter what?
No word has left my mouth since the night of my mother's passing. I rather keep silent then utter a word. Saves me from the horrors of this world.
I haven't been to the town of New Orleans for many years. We moved quickly after my Mama's death. Someone had to keep the plantation running. I had no choice but to stay. Growing up like this rendered me helpless.
"Sir, we cannot survive another loss," Fredrick said softly. He had grown older.
His hair at the edges has turned a light silver over the years. Ever since the news of my mother, he kept his head down, afraid to look my father in the eye.
At least I'm never alone in that boat.
My Papa's crops have never been any good as far as I can remember. When there is hope that a harvest can be sold, it is stripped away either by a mysterious plague or bug infestation. Sometimes both of those problems occur at once.
