Subj: The Revenge of Nicholas Blair Part 15
Date: 8/17/00 3:40:19 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Shadowalker
As Lestat entered the chamber of their daily slumber, he glanced quickly to his right and saw her,
He wanted her in the same way as any mortal man would a women. Even though she had begotten his most vile of enemies a child, it was but only a small technicality, to be tossed aside as a trinket found in the gutter the next day after Mardi Gras.
But there were other plans for this "trinket".
Lestat cared not of the child that she carried, but only for the woman who carried it. He wanted her at this moment if only for his sick pleasure and perversion by her repulsion of him.
A smile grew as he thought of all the women he enjoyed, it was the ones who fought him uselessly, and at the end it would be he that would win, as always. And then he would take them to the depths of utter depravation. The challenge was an aphrodisiac to him.
Anne would forget and never want again of Barnabas.
Yes, she would give to him all her immortal soul and desires, she had no choice now.
For Lestat knew of nothing of real love. That feeling was totally alien to him and of no use.
He grew up with nothing even similar to it. He only knew of beatings as a child, of his rejection from his drunken father, ridicules and taunts and eventual disgust of him because of his unnatural thirst of vile and unnatural things It would lead eventually then to his imminent banishment from his village, he would know of nothing of love.
But somewhere deep inside him, he desperately wanted to grasp it, to know what this feeling was that made mortals make fools out of themelves, but knew not how to.
After all these years of stealing and stripping, and raping mortals of their lives, taking all what he wanted and needed and desired, it would be she that would bring the thought of caring for another,
His reality was changing focus slowly because of this woman. He could not stand it any longer.
Her eyes cut through him as he entered, She was waiting,.. to see if he had any idea that she had indeed gne to see Barnabas that night.
Finally, he stode towards her, flipping his cape up over hs one shoulder. "Did you enjoy your first blood meal?" He stroked her cheek with his cold fingers. She flinched way from his touch. Seeing this instant rejection, Lestat turned away from her. Normally he would have foun this most erotic, curiously, not this time. This time his feelings turned to anger instead. Bitterly he growled,"did you see Barn-abas?"
She quickly lied, "No, of course not, and to try to have you kill him?" "Do you take me as a fool Lestat?"
He spun around and slapped her, She instinctively raised her hand to where he had struck her cheek, although she felt no pain.
His eyes narrowed to a slit as his mind knew that she had. He thought to himself, of coarse she had. But how could he keep her from returning back to him? Lock her in this room? No, of coarse not, She would soon know of the power of being able to escape.
She would leave time and again after that to be with Barnabas anyway. No, that would not do.
He would have to wait until her child was gone, then he will take her. He would make her a part of him, and her memories of Barnabas will fade as he would take her body and consume her with his passions.
She will love him as he drives his final thrusts into her during their mating, they shall feed upon each other, bonding themselves to each other for eternity, Finally then, all other loves would be pushed to the distant past.
Yes, she would forget Barnabas, and never to remember him again. For he did have that power......