Shakespearean Story

Chapter 5

   (Happy Halloween guys! What a fitting day for this kinda crazy chapter. I hope you guys will enjoy this)!

   Lestat and I walked out of my house, heading to the party Charles had invited me to. I did not want to go, but I was excited that I would learn Lestat's ways.

   We arrived at Charles' mansion. "Ah! Mademoiselle! What a surprise!" Charles exclaimed, kissing my hand. "Pleasure to see you!" I gushed. That was a lie of course. "Who's this?" Charles asked. His tone of voice was off. He sounded either angry or jealous. Why jealous?

   "Oh, this is Lestat de Lioncourt. He's a friend of mine that's helping me grieve." I explained. Charles shook Lestat's hand with a glare in his eyes. "Follow me Charlotte." Charles said. Lestat and I looked at each other in confusion before following him.

   I hated being in a room filled with people I hate. Lestat seemed to tell what I was feeling so he whispered to me. "Always pick out your victims before anything. Delay the moment a little. And never drink the blood of the dead. Stop before the heart stops." Lestat explained in a whisper. I nodded in understanding.

   As we stood there, I saw the girl who Georges was cheating on me with. She was bawling and wailing like an attention seeker. I rolled my eyes at her immaturity. "Now, now Claire. It's alright." A woman comforted her. I am literally standing right here and not once did anybody offer their condolences. I didn't want them, but it's nice to feel appreciated.

   We heard the tapping on a glass and saw Charles standing, trying to get everyone's attention. "Everyone, we are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Georges Barbeau, who was unfortunately taken from us last night. The person who did this will be found, and we will celebrate when they are. Tonight, I honor him and his beautiful wife-to-be, Charlotte de Alexandre. Thank you for coming, Charlotte." Charles said. There were claps all around from people who knew Georges. However, the bitch Claire was glaring at me.

   "To Georges!" Charles cheered. "To Georges!" Everyone copied. I pretended to say it and I clicked my glass of wine with Lestat's. We weren't going to drink it considering we can't really drink alcohol.

   There was a bunch of chaos going on. Everyone was drunk, including Claire and Charles. Claire kept flirting with Lestat while glaring at me. I rolled my eyes, knowing what she was trying to do. She's basically saying "I stole your man once and I can do it again." She began to lead Lestat outside. Lestat winked at me before leaving. Serves that bitch right.

   "Hello Charlotte." Charles slurred, walking to me. "Hello." I said. "Do you want to talk outside?" Charles asked. "Sure." I responded, hesitant. He led me outside and we began walking. There was nobody out here. Only Lestat and Claire but I couldn't even see them.

   Charles began leading me further away from the house and then shoved me to a tree. "What the hell?! Charles, get off of me!" I shouted. "I love you Charlotte. Let me take Georges' place next month!" Charles pleaded. "No!" I yelled. Charles stared at me for a second before he slapped me in the face. "Get away from me! I don't want to marry you!" I shouted. "Georges is dead, Charlotte! You have to marry someone! You were destined for marriage!" Charles exclaimed. "I never wanted to marry him! I don't want to marry you either! I never loved Georges and I will never love you! I love someone else!" I screamed.

   Silence developed in the air as I fully realized that I just admitted I never loved Georges to his close friend. "You traitor." He whispered. "I'm a traitor?! You're trying to marry me, and it hasn't even been a week since his death!" I shouted. "He would've wanted me to marry you if something were to happen to him!" Charles defended. "That's a lie! He's always hated me! He treated me horrible for the past two years! He only said that so he wouldn't have to deal with me!" I explained loudly. "I don't care, Charlotte! Marry me please!" Charles pleaded.

   "I'm not interested!" I screamed. Charles was seething in anger. He rushed towards me to attack me. I closed my eyes, awaiting for a blow that never came.

   Lestat had shoved him to the ground. His mouth was covered in blood, but it wasn't Charles'. No doubt it was Claire's. "Get him." Lestat said. I looked at him, hesitatingly. He nodded. I rushed to Charles as he looked at me. I bent down and began to bite his neck. I could feel Charles struggling in my hold. The blood tasted nice and hot, with hints of wine being tasted. I stopped when Charles began to go limp.

   I looked up at Lestat as he bent down to my level. "Great job, mon chérie. Great job." Lestat praised. I teared up a bit in fear, knowing that Charles would've done something horrible to me if Lestat hadn't shown up. Lestat looked at me, as if realizing I was about to cry. Tears streamed down my face as Lestat began to comfort me. I didn't feel horrible about killing Charles. I felt horrible that he was as equally awful as a person as Georges was. Who knows what he could've done. That's the scariest thing about it.

   (Well, serves Charles right. And Claire. I hope you guys enjoyed this! See you soon)!