The Story of Lestat

What Have You Done?

                                                                  Adrian's p.o.v.
      The trains were amazing! There were lots of tracks and different stops we could take the trains to! Dylan and I had been playing for about ten minutes. Dylan had gone over to his father once, but now we were racing trains to see which was fastest. We were laughing and running around the tracks when Mr. Edward lit some more candles to light up the room. I paused my train. Why are there knives on the wall? Ohhhh, I bet they have two kitchens because they are rich. Those are sharp knives. Oh well. I'm going to beat Dylan's train!
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                                                            Lestat's p.o.v.
      I woke up to someone knocking on my door. I groaned and went to open the door. "Lestat? I-I don't know where Adrian is. I woke up and he wasn't there!", Elizabeth called from the other side of the door. What? Adrian's missing? I went to open the door, only to find it locked from the outside. I looked at the dresser and found my key to be gone. Something is definitely not right. "Elizabeth stand back, I have to knock the door down", I yelled. After a couple of tries, the door gave in, and I found Elizabeth on the other side. "Where do you think he could have gone?", I asked Elizabeth. "I don't know. I don't know. He's never done this before", she explained. I rubbed my shoulders, which were sore from knocking the door down. Someone took my key, and Adrian is missing. This can't be a coincidence. I felt Elizabeth run her eyes up and down my bare chest. "Is he okay, do you think?", Elizabeth asked. "He probably got hungry or curious about this big manor and wanted to explore." Whatever the case, we need to find Adrian immediately. Hopefully he didn't go outside.
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      "Hey Adrian, do you want to see something amazing?" Mr. Edward asked. I nodded and followed him to the knife wall. "Did you know that my father was a famous chef, and he won contests with these knives?", he asked me. I shook my head no, and he gasped. "What? My father cut potatoes, cabbage, carrots, everything with these knives. His food was delicious!" I had no idea Mr. Edwards father was a great cook! "Really? Do you cook Mr. Edward?", I asked him. "Oh sometimes. I'm not as good as father was though", he said sheepishly. "But, I'm teaching Dylan to cook so he can become great too!",Mr. Edward said, rubbing Dylan's hair.
He then handed a knife to Dylan. "You know Adrian, you are just a little kid. But, if you work hard and never give up, you can be great too", Edward said. I smiled and nodded at him. I'm going to be great and make my mommy happy! "But, the first step to being great is to never trust what people say. They might lie and tell stories just to get the best of you", Edward said. I nodded again. "Isn't that right Dylan?", Edward asked. Dylan nodded and smiled, before stepping forward. "Adrian, let's work really hard to be great together", he said, holding out his hand. I grabbed his hand and smiled at him. "Of course. Let's be friends forev-" Ow. What's hurting me all of a sudden?
I looked down to see a knife in my stomach. Why is that there? It hurts. My shirt is turning red. "Help! Mr. Edward my stomach hurts! It hurts! Help me!", I cried. I fell to the floor. Mr. Edward just smiled at me. "Hmph. No one can be greater than my son." Mommy? Where are you mommy? My stomach hurts. M-Mommy! Help me! "It will be alright Adrian." W-Who said that? I looked up to see my father. "Daddy? Are you real? I thought you went to heaven in the war." "I did. But I'm here to help you. In a couple of minutes, we can spend time together in heaven. It's wonderful Adrian. I'm right here, don't worry" Daddy's here, smiling at me, so I must be okay. Mommy, daddy, and I. Together. It..will..be...alrig-
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     We started running once we heard the screams. "Adrian! Adrian!", Elizabeth yelled. We rounded the corner to see a door I hadn't noticed before. It was bolted three times. The screams were coming from behind that door. There's no way I could knock that down. "Here, use this", another party goer said. He handed me a gun. "I keep for emergencies. I cocked it, and after three bullets, the door was opened. Elizabeth didn't wait for me. She was already down the stairs. I ran down behind her, only to stop.
There was Edward, glaring at me. Dylan, laughing manically. And Adrian, laying on the floor, bleeding. Elizabeth snapped out of her trance. "No!" She ran forward to get to Adrian before Edward stopped her by smacking her in the face. I lunged forward, knocking him against the floor. I had my hands around his throat, but he just snickered. "It's a shame Lestat. Really. You just had to snoop into our lives and make it worse. What's really funny is that Saty has no idea. She's clueless. She didn't want a son. We didn't expect him, but we grew to love him. She has no idea what I've been teaching him behind this door. That he's a monster." I tightened my grip, before I felt something hit my head. I fell over, and my vision was blurry.
I saw Saty, standing there with a croquet stick. She hit me! "Yes! Saty, kill him. He tried to kill me, you love me don't you? Kill Lestat!", Edward said. Saty looked at him with fear. "Who are you? You are not Edward. I-I'm not killing him. I won't turn you in. I love you I love you I love you. Let's just walk away." Saty said. She really didn't know. I have to do something. I crawled over to Dylan, and grabbed him. I held a knife against his throat, but had no intention of hurting him. "Hey now. Let's not get crazy", Edward said. Then he yanked Elizabeth away from Adrian by her hair. "Let's make a trade."
This is crazy. If I let Edward go, he might kill someone else. I backed away from Dylan, but instead aimed the gun at Edward. Saty stepped in front of him to protect him. "Saty, do you not see what he did? Let me shoot him. This is not your fault", I told her. "I know. But I love him too much. You.... You can take Dylan. He needs to go to a doctor for help. Please", she begged me. I nodded. "Okay, but Edward needs to be restrained." She nodded and dropped the stick. "No. You're not taking him. Saty, I'm not risking my happiness for your happiness. Go upstairs", Edward ordered her.
She looked at him, before shaking her head no. "Fine. But kill Elizabeth", he told her. Again, she shook her head no. "Kill her, or I kill myself", Edward said, aiming a gun at his head. Saty gasped, and picked up the croquet stick. "Saty", I warned her. She aimed it above Elizabeth's head, and brought it down. I fired the gun. The room went silent except for the thud of a small body. Why did I do that? I shot Dylan in the head. He was dead immediately. "I'm going to kill you!!", Edward yelled, lunging towards me. I shot again, at his head. Edward was dead. I aimed it at Saty," don't move." She nodded, and burst into tears. I looked over at Adrian. He was dead. Elizabeth was crying, and I was shaking.
I killed a child. Oh my god. I killed a child. I heard shouting upstairs. Three men ran down the stairs before stopping with their mouths agape. They were all from the Yard. Good, they would know what to do. One of them stepped forward. "Lestat Spasky. You are hereby under arrest for the killing of Edward and Dylan Picket."