Melody of Eternal Night

Chapter Two

There was a chill in the air as the trio walked calmly into the village square that night. Melodia now dressed in a beautiful but simple maidens gown with her hair delicatessen braided back with flowers woven into it. Lestat had insisted she look her best at all times. And so she would, he had given her this new life and he could take it if he pleased.

Louis had been cleaned up a bit with his shirt now tucked in and a fine coat over his shoulders. His hair neatly tied back like Lestat's which showed his fine features once more. He watched Lestat carefully with his sister, whilst also glancing around the scenery before him. The square was so strange at night, always vulgar, and he knew now why his sister dreaded him going out into the night. 

They had been escorted to a table by a beautiful but human woman, and Melodia watched the woman carefully and quietly. Smiling as politely as ever as though she were just another woman amongst her kind. But that wasn't who she was anymore, nor was Louis. They ate people like that woman, devoured their helpless bodies as though they were mere animals.

The longer she waited the more impatient she got, her throat felt so dry it was as though it would crack. She was seated beside Lestat, Louis on the side that was unoccupied. Lestat held her arm still, comforting the woman who was sitting silently in pain. Her head resting gracefully upon his arm as though she were simply fatigued. 

Lestat seemed to have a favorite already, and that favorite was not Louis, no. But that of his sister. Lestat explained their lifestyle discreetly and softly so as to not draw unwanted attention. And after their conversation.. their first meal as a family of sorts had arrived.

It was a tan skinned woman, seemingly another harlot. There was never a shortage of them here, and Lestat had given them both a look as though a game had just started. His promiscuous way of hunting was his allure, Louis and Lestat feasted on the woman and she was none the wiser. She couldn't differentiate being eaten from flirting it seemed. And Melodia, though her heart of gold, could not help but feel that she did not care. 

Lestat offered Melodia the woman's wrist, allowing her to drink from it as Louis had stopped himself claiming to not wish to take the woman's life. Lestat simply smiled as Melodia did what her brother could not bring himself to. Stopping just as she was supposed to. Not a drop on her porcelain face as Lestat laid the woman's head to the table.

"And with such little instruction, oh how proud you've made me. Come now, we must rest." Lestat said, happy that Melodia had picked up what her brother seemed to lack  he gently guided Melodia from her seat and turned to Louis. Gesturing for him to follow.

Louis got up, watching his sister in shock. She had killed someone, took a life. But how? His sister would never do such a thing. And as they walked home, Lestat was heard showering praise on the both of them. Only affectionate to Louis' dear sister.

Once they had arrived back at the plantation, Lestat had taken them to the cellar. Where two coffins awaited them. One was intricate and seemingly made of polished oak, and the other was simple with a carving of a rose made of the wood of a willow tree.

"Here we are…" Lestat said, opening the first coffin and allowing Louis inside to rest. "Do not worry, in no time at all you'll be sleeping like a newly born baby." He said softly. Closing the coffin once Louis hands were inside and then moving to the other. 

Melodia looked up at Lestat as he gently caressed her cheek. "Do you have somewhere to rest, Lestat?" She asked softly. Leaning into his touch gently.

A third coffin, that she hadn't recognized at all, was beside hers. And Lestat gestured to it before kissing her forehead. "I will be right beside you, mon Cherie." He whispered softly, opening her coffin and helping her inside. 

She looked beautiful, laying there in that willow coffin. The dark interior contrasted greatly with her features and almost made her seem to glow. And as she closed her eyes, he closed the coffin. All she heard after that was.. silence. Aside from her thoughts of course, the ever tormenting voice of her mind calling to her as she drifted to sleep. And not any sleep, a death-like sleep. Deeper than the seven seas and darker than the horizon at midnight.. she didn't like it.

There was one thing she hated more than anything in this world, and that thing was silence. But even still, she slept until dusk.