Chapter 6

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   (Hello! I've decided to upload this every Monday and Friday, so be on a look out! WARNING! This will contain smut. If you don't want to read that, you can click away. I hope you guys will enjoy this)!

   A week has now passed. I had to attend Georges' funeral. By now, everyone knew that Charles and Claire were dead. I wasn't going to their funerals. Luckily today is dark and raining so I won't be affected by the sun. I brought an umbrella with me as well.

   I stood there, pretending to be sad. Manon was crying a little and his parents were crying. People who knew him were crying. I was the only one who wasn't. Why should I cry over him? Once the funeral was over, I breathed out a sigh of relief and began to walk away.

   "Charlotte!" Someone called. I sighed and turned around. It was his mother. "Bonjour madame." I said. "Bonjour. Thank you for coming. You both weren't married yet but he loved you so much. I know he appreciates it." His mother explained. Goddamn how many people has he lied to?

   "I loved him too." I lied. His mother gave me a small smile. "It's horrible that the killer struck again. Poor Charles and Claire. They were great friends of his." She explained, sadly. Claire was one great friend alright. "I know. It's horrible." I said with fake sympathy, knowing they deserved it and Lestat and I were the ones who did it.

   "I won't keep you in this horrible weather. Stay safe Charlotte." His mother said. "Merci madame." I responded, walking away with Manon.

   We got home as the rain began to calm a little. I went upstairs and did my basic routine of when I got home from an outing. As I was sitting in my white underdress and corset, I was brushing my long black hair, the only aspect of myself that I'm proud of. I heard a knock. "Come in." I called, expecting it to be Manon. Instead, it was Lestat.

   "Chérie." Lestat greeted. "Lestat." I greeted back. It was silent for a moment as I continued to brush my hair. I stared at my reflection in the mirror intently. I had heard that vampires didn't have a reflection but for some reason, I had one.

   "You look beautiful, mon chérie." Lestat whispered, breaking the silence. I looked up at him in disbelief. "You are. Don't deny it." Lestat said.

   I was always very insecure in my looks even though many men have told Georges that he was lucky to have a beautiful fiance. It stemmed ever since I was young but it got worse when Georges would verbally abuse me. He would call me horrible, insulting names relating to my looks. I've never regained any confidence again.

   "He's lying, dear." Lestat soothed.

   I looked up at him, wondering what he meant.

   "He's lying about your looks. He couldn't see just how beautiful you truly are. Or maybe he did, but was jealous of you." Lestat explained in a reassuring tone. "How do you know that Georges said that to me?" I asked. "I can read minds. That is just one of my powers." Lestat explained again.

   I widened my eyes. Did Lestat read my mind at the party? Was that what he meant when he said he knew I was in fear? Did he know exactly who I was thinking about when I told Charles I loved someone else?

   "Yes, darling. I know." Lestat voiced. Shit.

   I looked up at him again. This time, he was looking down at me instead of at my reflection. We kept staring at each other, just taking in one another's beauty. I found him beautiful, just as he found me beautiful, though I didn't believe him.

   I didn't realize it at the moment, but we were leaning into each other. I could feel my heart beating rapidly. That's the first time I truly felt it beating. I felt alive now, more than ever before. I felt his fingers on my chin, tilting my face up. The anticipation was killing me.

   I finally felt a pair of lips on mine. It nearly took my breath away. Even his lips felt wonderful. Everything about him was perfect. It was as if our lips were two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. We pulled away from each other, gazing into each other's eyes. I smiled at him.

   Before we knew it, we were leaning in and locking lips again without saying a word. But this time, we didn't pull away. I felt both of his hands on my cheeks. I put one hand on the back of his neck and the other was tangled in his beautiful blonde locks.

   Our lips moved in sync and there was a feeling of pure bliss. I had never kissed someone before. I had to wait to do that, the time being my wedding. My first kiss would've been Georges. Thank God it isn't.

   I no longer felt two hands on my cheeks. Instead, they traveled down to my waist. Lestat paused for a moment, pulling away and looking me straight in the eyes. I couldn't read minds like him, but somehow I knew what he was thinking. His fingers were running through the strings of my corset. With a swift nod from me, he untied my corset and pulled it off. I was surprised by how easily he pulled it off.

   I felt myself being lifted off my chair and softly placed on the bed. Lestat and I looked at each other, this look being much more different than the other times. This look had a sense of love and adoration, a feeling I had always longed for.

   It felt electrifying, taking it to the next level. Never in my life would I have imagined this. It felt oh so sinful when our tongues fought for dominance, Lestat winning the battle. The little noises I released when I felt his mouth on different areas of my body continued to edge him further.

   Discarding our clothes off the bed made my heart beat as fast as a hummingbird. Is this really happening? "Yes, mon bel amour. Yes it is." Lestat whispered in my ear, causing chills to run down my spine.

   It was sinful really, everything that was carried out. The whispers he said in my ear, the blissful feelings I felt inside, the heightening noises that escaped the confines of my throat. The feeling was unexplainable. I've never felt this before. I never imagined I could.

   There were no feelings of lust. Only love.

   (There we go! Idk if that was good smut. I tried. It's my first time writing something like that. I hope you guys enjoyed that though! See you in the next chapter)!

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