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 please Claudia, get rid of the body before Lestat arrives back home!" I scolded the blonde girl who I found trying to hide a dead old man in her closet. My stomach is still rocking.
I've caught her doing this twice this month and I won't have any more of it. Lestat has a strict rule to never feed in the house or else suspicion would rise. The first time she killed someone in the house was when I and Lestat left to fetch some more light for the seamstress.
When we returned and found the old woman laying on the carpet with her blood staining I thought Lestat was going to explode. But Claudia looked so sweet that neither I nor Lestat could be mad at her.
After all, she was only just an innocent child. Just as I had been so many years ago.
It has been four years since Lestat climbed into my bed that night. I haven't forgotten a single word he said and he never forgot mine. The imprint of the grip he had on my hips has left a ghostly echo within my heart.
Ever since then, every time I'm near him, I get this weird feeling but I can never make it out. We have become close like Louis has with Claudia. Louis even says we are almost attached to the hip.
He is now traveling home from a little trip he made down to the most popular plantation in New Orleans to discuss a new deal.
I have no idea what it is about but I've heard it was big. I overheard a few women talking in the local market about how one of their husbands have been discussing business with the famous Lestat de Lioncourt.
They talked about how they would steal glances at Lestat and wished how they wanted him to take them all to bed. Their giggles made my ears ache. I wanted to vomit right there in the market and also slap their nasty little grins off their faces.
How dare they speak of my Lestat in such sexual ways? I would twist their pigeon necks if I had the strength.
"Mama Daphne, would you help me?" Claudia begs. She placed her hands together in a praying manner. I want to say no but she can't move the heavy body on her own. She isn't old enough to have the same strength as Lestat or Louis. I groaned motioning for her to get the man's arms while I get his legs.
She may be stronger than me and an average child but of course, there would still be a struggle.
We carry him all the way to the back door and out onto the back porch. The night air is surprisingly less humid and sticky than usual.
So many stars scatter the sky. The moon is full and so bright. Makes the night less dark.
"Get back inside and clean up while I bury the body." I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the bottom of my apron. I've been teaching myself to bake bread all night. I'm positive that I'm covered in sugar and flour from head to toe.
Claudia nods and skips inside. I grab a random shovel that is leaning against a post connected to the white railing of the porch. I turn around to look among the trees that surround the massive property.
