Shakespearean Story

Chapter 21

   (Hey guys! Sorry I forgot to upload yesterday. Here's the new chapter! I hope you guys will enjoy this)!

   Louis and I sat in the living room with each other as Lestat went into Claudia's room with a doll. Today was kind of Claudia's birthday. It was the day she had become a vampire.

   We heard a bit of commotion coming from Claudia's room so we stood up and checked to see what was going on. She was angrily throwing all her dolls off her bed. Just then, a corpse was revealed from under her dolls. I gasped, seeing that it was the woman that Claudia had been admiring.

   "Claudia! What have you done?!" Lestat shouted, roughly grabbing her arm. "What you told me to do!" She screamed. "Leave a corpse here to rot?" I asked, still in shock. "I wanted her! I wanted to be her!" She yelled, shoving past Louis and I.

   "She's mad! Pollutes the very house we live in!" Lestat fumed. When we got to the living room, she had shoved a flower pot off the small table. "You want me to be a doll forever?!" Claudia screamed, holding a pair of scissors to her hair.

   "Claudia don't." Louis voiced, helplessly. "Why not?! Can't I change, like everybody else?!" She cried out. Tears began to well in my eyes as I felt horrible and helpless. Claudia was suffering horribly, and I couldn't even help her. What could I say? I couldn't relate to her. I'm not trapped in the body of a child. I'm trapped in the body of an adult.

   Claudia began cutting her hair as blonde, curly locks fell to the floor. Louis kept looking away, upset. Claudia threw the scissors to the floor, now having extremely short hair. She ran to her room and slammed the door, as Louis and I stood in front of it, helplessly. I laid my face on his shoulder, tearing up.

   A blood-curdling scream made my thoughts leave as Louis opened the door. Claudia's hair had grown back. I knew it would happen. I tried to cut my hair once out of curiosity but it grew back a second later.

   "Which one of you did it?! Which one of you did it?!" Claudia screamed as she left her room. "Which one of you made me the way I am?" She asked, seething in anger. I didn't have the heart to tell her that it was Louis who started it all.

   "What you are? A vampire gone insane and pollutes its own bed?" Lestat hissed. "And if I cut my hair again?" Claudia yelled. "It will grow back again." He muttered. "It wasn't always so. I had a mother once, and Louis he had a wife. Charlotte had a fiance! They were mortal, and so was I!" Claudia screamed. "Claudia!" Louis scolded.

   I glared at Claudia, angry that she brought up Georges, the man who made my life a living hell. "Claudia, you didn't listen to a word I told you, didn't you?! The fiance you're talking about was a man who I hated! A man who made me want to die! I told you this! Just because you hate not being able to grow physically, don't put me involved in this! Don't lie about me and don't ever mention that fiance ever again!" I yelled. Claudia looked taken aback, as I usually never yelled at her.

   "You made us what we are, didn't you?" Claudia asked, turning back to Lestat. I could see Lestat looking down. He didn't want to tell her exactly what happened to Claudia, since it involved Louis, her favorite person. "Did you do it to me?!" She screamed, cutting Lestat's face with the scissors. His face healed immediately. I saw the look of sadness and betrayal in his eyes, and it hurt me to see.

   "How did you do it?" She asked. "Why should I tell you? It's in my power." Lestat whispered. "Why yours alone? Tell me how it was done!" Claudia demanded. "Be glad I made you what you are." Lestat whispered again, standing up harshly and grabbing Claudia's throat.

   "You'd be dead now if I hadn't, just like that damned corpse. Now, get rid of it!" Lestat growled, shoving her. "You get rid of it." Claudia hissed, throwing the scissors down and walking away. I glared at Louis, knowing it was him who started it all.

   "Don't just stand there and act innocent, Louis. This was your doing. Now fix it!" I growled, jabbing my finger into his chest. I walked to Lestat and stood behind the chair he sat on, rubbing his shoulders as I continued to glare at Louis. He sighed in defeat and walked away.

   "I'm sorry, my love." I whispered. Lestat looked up and smiled at me. "It's alright." He said, stroking my hand. Louis better talk to Claudia. It was him who started it, not Lestat.

   (Well, that was crazy wasn't it? I hope you guys enjoyed this! Sorry this was a day late. See you on Friday)!