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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"Oh stop your crying girl, these whores aren't worth your pathetic tears." His voice is filled with humor. This demon Lestat kicked the legs of that woman who was once alive.
I have a deep feeling that I will be next to lose my life to this... thing. The urge to whimper and curl into a fetal ball is starting to creep up inside.
Papa would have a snorting laugh about how he was right, I am the biggest coward.
"They had a habit of drugging and robbing the seamen of the town, so I just simply stopped them from doing such things ever again," He told me while picking up her foot and beginning to drag her to the door. The thought of those dead women doing ugly things to men didn't make their murders any easier to scratch out of my mind forever.
A terrible way to end a helpless life.
If those women ever came across Papa I would have gladly paid them to slit his throat. Too late to find out now.
He went over to the other girl and did the same. He lifted their bodies with ease and didn't even struggle once.
The thick muscles in his arms clenched and his jaw is shut tight making that stone flesh tick. His face seems distant like he is wrapped in thoughts enough to distract from the task at hand.
I can't help but wonder if his and Louis' little spat meant a lot more than what showed on the surface. Though I wish not to uncover those feelings that aren't meant to be shared. If my luck is here I shall hurry and throw myself off the balcony. Anything to rid me of everything around me.
"What will you do to me...demon?" My voice is weak and hoarse. I don't even realize those last words until after his eyes find mine in a flash.
Years of not speaking have hindered my speech with powerful force. I sound as if I'm still a little child just beginning to speak like a proper adult. An embarrassed flush swims to my cheeks.
Of course, calling him out for what I see might not have been the best idea. Yes, he may look to be carved from Greek stone but that gives me no right to point out the obvious. Damn, my newly formed curiosity!
"I'm not going to kill you, not yet at least." He chuckles whilst walking back over to the light pink couch and sighs as he plopped down.
He once again stares at me.
By now my ruined nightgown is once again wet from my sudden flow of tears.
I no longer have the hope that I will make it out alive or make it back to Papa. My life very well may come to an end brutally soon. Only time will tell. Maybe this beast ending my life would be much more pleasant than being under the same roof as Papa.
