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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As soon as my confession of love left my mouth, my stomach dropped, and my lungs became hot. I realized what I have done but it feels unreal. Like a weighted coat had been lifted from my heavy shoulders. It's been in my heart for so long.
Louis helped me wrap Lestat's body in the tablecloth Claudia had brought over. Neither of us said one word to the other. I'm afraid if he looks me in the eye I will come apart all over again. I've only stopped crying after maybe an hour of having Lestat's cold body in my arms.
The remaining male vampire gently pried Lestat's body from my aching hands. I felt numb until she carefully shook my shoulders. I had to bite my lips to keep myself from crying again.
Claudia held a smirk on her face the whole time. She had been waiting for this night for years, it was easy to see now. The anger I held for her had vanished from my body. At the moment I wanted to kill her with my bare hands, now I only wish we all could have solved this childish issue in a family matter.
Like civil people. Now we won't ever find out. I pity those who are left of this dysfunctional vampire coven.
Louis carried the body down the back stairs and out to our carriage. Claudia guided me up to my room and made me change dresses. Don't want people on the streets to raise any questions.
I allowed her to unzip my gown, letting it drop down to the floor on my feet. It felt strange to move in my own flesh. As if I'm here mentally but not physically. I slip on a deep purple nightgown. The thought of any sort of black attire is upsetting.
I let my hair flow down my back in waves not bothering to make a braid or two. I glanced in a mirror on Lestat's dresser. Dark purple bags grace my under eyes. My skin is pale along with my freckles. There is no spark within my eyes tonight. I may as well be the walking dead.
"Come." Claudia had told me, offering out a hand. I dare not take it for the simple fact that it's the same hand used to stab my poor Lestat in the back. She must have gotten the idea of me looking at her strangely. For that, she leads the way to the carriage. The child vampire kept her distance from me. Good for her.
Now Louis and the girl sit on one side while I'm on the other. I have no desire to look at them both. The brown-haired vampire has betrayed me in a way. Not trying harder to help his maker survive that horrible death sealed the deal for me then. He should feel incredible shame.
Lestat had been right about Claudia. She is a very spoilt child who should be punished for her crimes. All he did was refuse to give her the piece of information that could aid her in whatever plans she started to form.
After we return back to the flat once we...dispose of Lestat's vampire corpse, I will flee and never look back at New Orleans. I might travel up north to look for any type of work I can get my hands on. At least until I die from this curse to be reborn again.
