Beatrice

(9.) Moody blues

Beatrice's POV

Me, Louis, and Lestat were sitting on a bench. It was the evening and while they were talking, I was writing down the things I had to do this weekend in my notebook. Louis was reading and Lestat was just looking at his surroundings with a light smile on his face.

"There's a column in here about the history of this lovely square. It says that the man who designed it  did so after the place de Vosges in Paris." Lestat said, Louis was still nose deep in his, I was partially listening.

"It used to the Place d'Armes. I prefer that name over the other. Don't you guys agree?" I add on, looking up from y note and at Lestat. He was looking back at me with awe. He was probably surprised I knew those types of things. Tad bit racist but let me stop jumping to conclusions.

Louis just makes a noise in agreement to my opinion, still not looking up from his book. Lestat on the other hand agrees verbally, "Yes." Lestat says.

I look back down at my notebook. "The Louisiana Purchase was signed here. Penny wise, franc foolish." Lestat adds. I look at him for a moment and chuckle looking back down at my book.

"I reckon you're telling us this information we already know because of the color of our skin, Mr. Vampire." I say, a light smile in my face.

"Say anything about how they used to take runaway slaves, cut their heads off, and pike 'em on the iron gates as a warning?" Louis asks, already knowing the answers. I start to chuckle as I write more errands I need to run down in my book, shaking my head.

Lestat pauses, looking at Louis with a concerned look. Louis still doesn't look up from his book. "I'm only halfway through let's see." Lestat replies to Louis, looking back down at a news paper he had in his lap. Louis finally puts his head up and looks down at my notes.

"What you doin'?" Louis asks me, referring to  the stuff I was writing down.

"I'm making a list of all the stuff gotta do on the weekend. First, I need to get my retwists." I say, putting a star next to the word "retwists" on my paper to symbolize its importance.

"What's are restwists?" Lestat asks me.

"They're for my locs." I reply.

"Oh, like for doors? Why would you need to twist a lock? Again for that matter." Lestat follows up. I chuckle more, realizing that he thinks I'm talking about actual locks.

"No, locs as in my hair. This hairstyle in my head is called Dreadlocks, locs for short. When you leave them in for some time, new hair grown starts to grow under it. So to not look like a bird nest in growing on your head, you're supposed to get it retwisted so it can look neat again." I explain, looking at him. He nods and looks back into the distance.

As I was about to go back to my notes, I stop. "Now I got a question for you. Do you ever think that we—that's to say, our kind—were put on earth for a larger purpose?" I ask Lestat with a more serious and concerned face. Lestat looks at me and Louis.

"I put you two on this earth. Both you guys' purpose is to enjoy yourself." Lestat says.

"That can't be all there is. I know you don't believe that." Louis said to Lestat. ,asking Lestat turn his attention to him.

"Well, tell me what I believe, Louis. Excavate the hoarded thoughts buried beneath my damned soul." Lestat says sarcastically in an annoyed and rushed tone.

"We can eat animals and be okay. Rats, cats cattle." Louis said.

"Is "okay" what you desire, Louis?" Lestat asks, the question sounding a bit rhetorical. "Shall all three walk the nights as gods of easily attainable dreams?" Lestat adds, crossing one of his legs over another and making Louis look a bit slow.