Shakespearean Story

Chapter 14

   (Another movie scene incoming! I hope you guys will enjoy this)!

   It hasn't been easy the past few days. Louis still can't handle being a vampire and is drinking the blood of all the livestock. Lestat and I continue to feed on people of course.

   The poor slaves have been losing people one after another. I never paid any mind to them. I felt horrible for them and my heart would ache seeing them.

   They were having a ritual right now. I believe it is. I don't exactly know. I'm assuming they think a plague is going around or something satanic. It wasn't satanic though. It was just Lestat.

   We sat at the dinner table as Lestat kept throwing grapes at a daydreaming Louis. He sighed as Louis paid no mind. "Consider yourself lucky. In Paris, a vampire must be clever for many reasons." Lestat mumbled. I nodded in agreement. Louis looked up at Lestat. "Paris?" He asked, knocking out of his daydream.

   "Here, all one needs is a pair of fangs." Lestat continued, playing with the grapes in his hand. I chuckled a little, as I usually did when he said something snarky.

   "You came from Paris?" Louis asked. "That's right Louis, chérie. Lestat and I met there six years ago. I was born in London but moved to Paris when I was 8. But, we both grew up there." I explained.

   Lestat nodded. "As did the one who made me." He muttered. I never really asked Lestat about his maker. Shortly before he turned me, he said he'd give me the choice he never had. He said the same to Louis. I never asked him since I felt that it was a negative thing. Why would he say that if it wasn't?

   "Tell me about him. You must have learned something from him." Louis voiced. It was silent for a moment. I could sense that it was hard for Lestat to talk about it. I tried to read his mind, but couldn't. I guess he knew I'd try to seek answers myself so he blocked out his thoughts.

   "I learned absolutely nothing. I wasn't given a choice, remember?" Lestat mumbled. He was upset about his turning. I can tell. I've known him all this time. I know when he isn't feeling happy, like how he usually is with me.

   "But you must know something about the meaning of it all." Louis insisted. A bang on the table nearly gave me a heart attack. I jumped in my seat.

   "Why?! Why should I know these things?! Do you know them?! I'm sure as all hell that Charlotte doesn't know either?! Do you, Charlotte?!" Lestat fumed. I shook my head, averting my gaze. I've never seen him angry before. He's always been kind and tender and loving to me. Seeing him like this scared me. This was a sensitive topic for him and I hate that it is.

   "That noise! It's driving me mad. That noise! We've been in the country for weeks with nothing but that noise!" Lestat hissed.

   "Yes, they know about us. They watch us dine on empty plates and drink from empty glass." Louis shared.

   "Come to New Orleans then. The Paris Opera's in town. We can try some French cuisine." Lestat went on, leaning down a few inches away from Louis' face. "Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life." Louis uttered.

   "You'll soon run out of chickens, Louis." Lestat whispered before turning to walk away. It was silent as Louis and I gazed at each other. I stood up to follow Lestat. "Don't mind him, Louis. I'll handle him." I said, patting his shoulder. I walked away in the direction Lestat walked to.

   I found him outside, fetching a horse. "Mon amour?" I called. He turned to look at me. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Not really." He whispered. "Do you want to talk about it? I promise I won't read your mind." I asked. Lestat chuckled. He held out a hand, which I took.

   "Have you ever rode a horse before?" Lestat asked. "No, never." I responded. "Tonight's your lucky night then, mon bonheur." Lestat murmured. I smiled and blushed at the nickname. He helped me up on the horse and he went on shortly after.

   "Hold on tight, mon étoile." Lestat advised. I held on and we were soon off. As we rode, we saw the ritual up ahead. There was a fire. "Shouldn't we go around the fire, darling?" I asked. "I know what I'm doing." Lestat stated.

   We got closer to the fire. For a moment I thought the horse would get burned. But then, Lestat commanded the horse to jump over it. Woah. Lestat looked at the slaves as they looked at us. I gave them sympathetic looks. I felt bad that we were causing hell to them. Lestat ordered the horse to ride away, which he did. We were off into the night.

   (Lestat and Charlotte do be couple goals. I hope you guys enjoyed this! See you next week)!