Sequel to 'I'm A Perfect Devil'
The vampire Lestat has slept for more than a hundred years. But then he is brutally awakened by horrors coming from the present day New Orleans.
His first thought was of Daphne, his love. The realization of...
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Lestat watched Jesse run out into the alleyway like a lion. His sharp eyes never left her frighted form. It must have given her quite a shock. Seeing so many vampires can be overwhelming at first for humans like her.
The sight of another woman with even redder hair was not expected. Something about the way she moved seemed familiar in a way. Like Lestat has seen that firm stance before. But where?
She was afraid for the other. The way her arms frantically found Jesse's shoulders was concerning. Lestat wondered if they were related. It wouldn't have been a bad thing if they were. It would have made sense. He moved just a smidge closer to overhear their conversation.
"What were you even doing there? Is it because of that journal you've been carrying around?" That's what really snagged his attention.
Suddenly a burst of anger consumed any rational thought he had. That old man who worked for the Talamasca must have given his precious journal to that girl. Picturing her going through his personal thoughts made him enraged.
Soon his line of sight became red and bright. His beautifully sculpted body moved on its own. Lestat had no time to think as he flew to them both and instantly shoved the younger girl out of the way.
A loud crack echoed into the air. Coming from the girl who landed on her side. Though Lesat was too pissed to care about her.
"Jake!" Jesse cried out but didn't dare run to her. Lestat was blocking her way.
Before any of them did anything else worse Lestat sped and walked to the injured girl. Confirming that she is still alive might shut the other one up. Once he crouched down to get a good look at her everything went strange and then impossible.
He hasn't seen those eyes in over a hundred years. How could she be here now? Had it already been a century after her death in New Orleans?
His eyes trailed over every inch of her shivering being. Taking in every damned detail. God, he has waited so long for her. Though she was slipping away from whatever pain she felt.
"Who are you?" Is what she asked before becoming unconscious. That's when his sadistic rage engulfed him. But it was his own fault.
Lestat twisted around with a scowl. He has no more intentions to harm. Answers are all he seeks now.
"How is she here?" He asked a scared Jesse. The girl shifted against the brick wall uncomfortably.
Lestat got closer and closer until the tips of his feet touched hers.
Jesse did everything in her power to not meet his eyes. Good. It feels good to be the monster of bedtime stories again.
Jesse cleared her throat nervously.
"I couldn't just leave her home." That was her reasoning. An explanation Lestat wasn't going to take.
He bared his teeth a little. Only enough to strike fear in her heart. Allowing his white fangs to glint in the street lamp light.
"That is not what I meant and you know it." If she read his written thoughts then she must have seen their last portrait as a family. Before all hell broke loose.
"Who is she to you? My sister can't be the woman in that picture." She rushed out. Her shocked gaze shifted to the unconscious woman. A single tear slipped down her cheek. Lestat didn't care to catch it.
There were more important things on his mind.
"Did you read it all?" He asked her.
"Yes." She said.
"Then you know of my Daphne's curse." A sinister grin took over his moody expression.
Saying her name out loud again was absolutely thrilling. He had been separated from his love for far too long. Nothing will stop him from having her. Not even her new life can protect her from Lestat's wishes.
"She doesn't remember."
"I gathered that."
"Why do you want her? She isn't Daphne anymore." The very idea of her slipping through his fingers again wasn't right.
Before he went on into another rampage Lestat closed his eyes for a moment and thought hard. Then suddenly an idea popped into his head. A very dangerous idea indeed.
Something that will surely cause problems to rise. He already had vampires on his trail. California sounds rather nice.
"I'll make you a deal." He started to say.
That brought Jesse's attention away from snoozing Jake. Lestat can hear the girl's heartbeat perfectly. She will only be sore in the morning. It only matters if she is alive. She will forgive him for this alley someday.
"Bring her to me in California in three nights' time. After I have a little chat with her I will answer any questions that weren't answered for you in my journal. How does that sound?" His grin grew even wider. Showing off his sharp fangs created a nice effect.
He watched Jesse consider both options. Her brows raised in concentration. If she continued to think any longer then Lestat was going to grow impatient.
"You won't hurt my sister, will you?" Lestat only scoffed.
The very idea of intentionally hurting dear Daphne with a clear mind was certainly beneath him. Never would he ever allow anything to purposely bring her harm. In fact, she is the one to possess such extreme strikes of the word. She will remember her old self.
"Hurting what's mine is the last thing I want to do."
He meant that with every dead fiber in his mighty being. He only hoped that Daphne would appreciate everything he has done in her honor.
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A/N- So, what are y'all thinking?
I think we understand Lestat pretty well from the last story. What he wants he always gets. It's no different in this one lol.
I don't know why I have him throwing her into a wall. Didn't even cross my mind.
Hopefully, this was alright.
Comment and vote!
Until the next chapter of COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE.....
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