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Spoilers up to TOBF
Astral (5/?)
By: Emily Jorrey
Astral's house was actually a nice, little apartment in a middle class section of the city.
"How are you able to afford this?" Louis asked as they entered.
"I have my means."
The decorating was creative to say the least. None of the furniture matched and the wall was covered with various magazine clippings. Things that suggested a 20th century youth out on their own for the first time. But there where other things, old paintings, vases, and small figurines graced tables.
Astral smiled "I'm not very good when it comes to decorating places. I do think though I did a better job with this room." He motioned to the door.
It was the bedroom. The wood used to board up the windows had been painted over with gold and black, there was a charming little vanity against the wall. The bed was medium sized, with black satin sheets and a large black canopy over it.
Louis heard Astral whisper in his ear, "Perfect little love nest, huh? The only problem is I have no one to share it with."
With a sudden flash Louis turned around and gripped Astral by his shoulders, "You do now." Then they kissed, Astral mouth was warm and sweet, Louis flickered his tongue against the fangs and sighed deeply.
Astral pulled away, "Tell me. . ."
"What?"
"Why did Lestat lie about. . .our lack of ability?"
"I have no idea."
"Oh." Astral let his shirt fall off, his body seemed to glimmer in the lamp light. "Come to me Louis. I beg you, as your slave, come to me my lord."
Louis felt Astral slide down his body and a hand unzip his jeans. He reached down and gripped long brown hair as a soft gentle mouth took him in. Things began to spin in a blur of ecstasy. Louis had to do everything he could to keep his balance, he could hear Astral muffled sighs and he began to jerk the brown hair slightly.
"Astral. . ." Louis moaned, then he gasped in pain. Teeth where scraping against him, he puled Astral's head away and looked in into his face. The brown eyes glittered with the thrill of mischief. "Why did you do that?"
Astral's mind was spinning the green eyes hovered above him demanding some kind of explanation. "I'm sorry," he cooed, "I couldn't help myself."
"Astral? Are you trying to get me angry with you?" Louis demanded, "Is that what you're trying to do? I refuse to hurt you."
"Oh, really?" Astral laughed and pulled his head away, "You're a bauble."
"A bauble?"
"Pretty to look at but not much else. Lestat keeps you around like a fine statue or painting. . ."
"Quiet. . ."
"He wants others to look at you and admire. . .but he doesn't want anyone touching. . ."
"I said be quiet!"
"He even doesn't have any use for you! Except as some meager fuck toy. . ." Astral felt a hand meet with his cheek, it was a hard angry slap. It hurt like hell, and he loved it. "Thank you. . ." It was almost as wonderful as feeding. Astral laughed.
Louis on the other hand was shaking "I'm sorry. Astral, I didn't mean to hit you."
"Don't be. I deserved it. I shouldn't have said what I did. Sometimes I can be really cruel."
"No, you're not cruel. The only reason you said that was because you wanted me to hit you. Astral, I'm starting to fear that you crave a type of loving that I can't give. I don't want to cause you anymore pain. You don't deserve it." Louis turned away.
"Louis. . ." Astral slid off his pants, he had come to far to let Louis get away now, "Look at me. I'm, as they say 'throwing myself' at you." He let his boxers fall off too. "Don't turn away. Make love to me, fuck me, what ever you want to call it. Take control."
Louis turned when he heard this. "What do you mean by con. . ." he stopped. Astral was sitting on the bed. The nude body quivered slightly, but not from the cold. He had lowered his head slightly so that the face was have obscured. That face. That strange, ugly yet beautiful face. "What are you doing?"
"Huh? I'm not doing anything."
"Yes you are. You doing something just by sitting there. You do something when ever you speak. You have some strange power over me. Do you know that?"
"I know I feel the same way about you." Astral's eyes began to well with tears, "Please, kiss me, I beg you. I'm so lonely, please kiss me."
Louis walked over to the bed and sat next to Astral, "You don't have to beg," he said, running his hands through the cloud of brown hair.
"I want to."
Louis gently pulled Astral's head back and kissed him. Astral's hand began to fool with his shirt, the nails where tearing at it.
Louis broke the kiss and gently pushed his lover, down on the bed. "Don't shred my clothes. I have to return home tomorrow you know."
Astral snickered "Don't worry, your clothes are tattered enough. He won't know the difference."
Louis finished taking off the rest of his clothes, "He'll notice." he climbed on top of Astral, "but that's enough talk about fashion." He began to run his hands up and down Astral's chest, feeing the silky flesh, the ribs. "He shouldn't be this weak," Louis began to think, "his skin should be much stronger." But Astral's small sighs soon erased this thought from his mind. Louis leaned down and licked onr of the nipples, then he nibbled at it with his teeth.
Astral's body tensed, "My lord. . ."
My lord? Was Astral praying? No, Louis realized Astral was addressing him.
Astral whispered it again, "My lord I am yours."
Louis began to feel Astral neck. It was long and thin, much like the rest of him. Louis observed the blood running through the veins, he wondered how it would taste. He could almost smell it. Spicy and sweet. If he could just have a taste, a tiny sip. . .no, he couldn't.
Louis moved up to Astral's face, he ran and finger across the small lips, smearing the red lipstick even more. He felt the contours of the face the hollow cheek bones, the crook in the nose everything. The look on Astral's face, was one of pure worship. The kind of look the Louis had given Lestat so many times before.
Louis kissed Astral's neck and nibbled at the vein, he wanted to break it, he wanted to but the fear held him back. He heard Astral's voice
"My lord. Don't be afraid. My blood is not that strong, my mistress, my maker she kept me weak."
His mistress? But there was no time to think about that now. Louis rained kissed on Astral's chest, running his fangs down it, gently, so no blood would be drawn.
His lover began to thrash and jerk. Louis grabbed Astral by the shoulders, "Hold still!"
"I can't! Please. . .give it to me!"
"Not yet." Louis trailed his hand down to Astral member, and gripped it tightly. "Not yet." He began to stroke it, gently at first, but then a little more roughly. A strange feeling began to come over him. Never in his life did he have this much control over someone.
Astral was begging, the chocolate eyes clouded over, "My lord, please!"
"Shut up!" Louis slapped Astral across the face, producing a cry of pain. Or was it pleasure? No, it was both. Guilt began to flood Louis' soul, but it was like he couldn't stop himself.
He ran his nails up and down the chest and this time, blood was drawn. The sent was over powering, Louis knew that he had to have it. He forced Astral's leg up and entered him with one push.
Astral certainly hadn't been chaste, either in his mortal or vampric life. The thrusts where, quick swift and hard. Louis could hear Astral's moans and whimpers in his ears and it both shamed him and egged him on. When he heard Astral scream, he sunk his fangs into the tender neck.
The blood filled his mouth intoxicating him. It was sweeter then he thought it would be, and pure Astral. Images flashed through his mind. The buildings of England, Rome, and his beloved Pairs. He saw a beautiful woman with long blond hair and she was smiling. But then he saw other things, the woman turned cruel right before his eyes, he saw red hot pokers and whips on flesh, and he saw tortured bodies. He saw a man laying bloodied on a bed, his eyes open, the body dead.
Louis pulls his fangs out climaxing, under him he heard Astral's final scream of pleasure. He pulled out, feeling everything soar from him, except for his guilt. At that moment he began to cry.
"Astral, I didn't want to hurt you. . ." He sobbed, feeling his lover's arms around him.
"My lord, please don't cry. I love you. Don't cry please. . ."
Astral (6/?)
By Emily Jorrey
Legal Info: Same, except for the songs, both of them are by Bob Dylan.
Louis opened his eyes; he was still lying in Astral's bed. He had no idea when the death sleep had hit him. "Lestat's probably going mad by now," he thought.
Astral walked into the room, wearing black jeans and a t-shirt, he was singing softly to himself, "They sat together in the park as the evening sky grew dark, she looked at him and he felt spark tingle to his bones. . ." He stopped when he saw Louis, "Oh! Hello.
"Hello?"
"Yeah. What else am I supposed to say? Anyway, I thought I slept for a long time!" He leaned down for a kiss, but Louis pushed him away.
"Not now."
Astral took a deep breath trying not to let the brush off shake him "You can take a shower if you want."
"I think I will."
"Louis?"
"Yes?"
"Are you angry with me?"
"No. No, I'm not angry."
Astral sat on the bed, he could hear the shower, the splattering of water against flesh. "Louis, you want to deny it, but you can't. You enjoyed yourself, you loved the control." Astral's thoughts turned back to another lover, on from long ago, when he was still mortal.
It was Rome, Nathaniel had taken him to Rome! They had just witnessed an Opera. Nathaniel was radiant, his suit was a dark blue. The black hair was shimmering just like his eyes. Astral remembered being fascinated by his goatee that surrounded his full lips perfectly.
"Astral." Nathaniel whispered in his ear. "What did you think of the Opera?"
"Beautiful."
"Like you?"
"No."
"You're right. You're far more beautiful then any opera."
"That not what I . . ."
Nathaniel grabbed his chin, gently but firmly. "Astral, I say you are more beautiful, so you are."
"If that's what you say."
Nathaniel had taken him back to their home. There they made love. Violent, crazy love. It hurt so much, but Astral had loved it.
"Astral?" Astral turned around with a start. It was Louis. Beautiful as always. "Astral. I wanted to tell you that I'm leaving now."
"Back to Lestat."
"Yes."
Astral hopped off the bed, "Take me with you then."
Louis shook his head, "I can't Lestat would be furious."
"What's he going to do? Lock you in a tower? Put you a in a nice glass case? Wait, you think he'll ground you?"
"Astral! I'm worried about what he might do to you."
Astral shrugged, "I'm not afraid."
"You'd have to be mad to not be afraid." Astral could tell that Louis was losing his patience, and so was he.
"Well then, I guess you could call me mad!" Astral could feel his body begin to shake, "Listen to me Louis! You're not going to fuck and fly on me!"
"Astral. . ."
"I know that if you walk out this door and I'm not with you, you're not going to come back. Your going to go back to your mopey little life! Godamn! You. . .you. . .coward!"
Gorgeous anger filled up in Louis' eyes, "I'm no coward."
"Oh really! Then why do you hide from it? Why can't you admit it? You enjoyed the control! What we did last night . . .you loved it!"
"What I did was hurt someone who had obviously confused pleasure and pain."
Astral took a deep breath, "You seemed to have no problem with the confusion last night.
Louis shook his head, "I'm not going to listen to this anymore! I'll be going now and I don't want to see you again. Ever.
"Don't run away," Astral fell to his knees, he began to sob. "Don't leave me."
Louis gently pulled Astral off the ground "I can't continue this. Don't you see?" He stroked Astral's face gently, "My pet . . ."
Astral's eyes lit up, "Say that again my lord."
"My pet, my sweet pet."
"My Lord?"
"Yes?"
"Please stay with me one more night, not even the night, just go out with me for a while. Go out with me and feed. Then you can leave."
"Goddamit David!" Lestat sped his car through the city. "Where the hell is he? Why didn't he come home? If Armand is behind this. . ."
"Calm down Lestat I assure you, Louis is fine. He might have needed to get away for a while."
"I tell you David, Louis doesn't do these things. What if. . .Oh God David what if he, David. . .what if. . .?"
"Louis is sensible enough to take shelter."
"What if he didn't want to?"
"You must leave now take what you need, you think we'll last, but whatever you wish to keep you better grab it fast . . ." The singer stood on the dusty stage singing her heart out. Louis listened, fascinated. He had just meant to stay with Astral for a little while, but somehow they had ended up in a club.
"She has a lovely voice." He said.
Astral nodded, "Yes. . .there's a record producer watching her tonight, she doesn't know it though. He's liking what he sees and hears."
"The empty handed painter from your street, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets, the sky to is folding under you, and it's all over now baby blue. . ."
Astral smiled, "Beautiful isn't it? "It's by Bob Dylan."
"Hmm . . . he wrote something about people getting stoned, didn't he?"
"Yes! But this one is much better."
"Astral?"
"Yes?"
"Please forgive me for how I acted. Listen, I'm not going to leave you, I don't want to leave you. I'm just. . ."
"Scared?"
"Yes." Once again Louis felt that mouth that he was becoming mad for meet with his, "This," he thought, "is bliss."
Astral was breathing heavily, "I'm in your power."
"As I am in yours. I can't leave you now, I couldn't. Something about you calls me back."
The singer, did a little spin on stage, then continued with her song, "Leave your stepping stones behind something calls for you, forget the dead, they left, they will not follow you. The vagabond that's rapping at your door, he's standing in the clothes that you once wore. . ."
Astral whispered in his ear, "She thinks you're cute, she's thinking dirty thoughts. But then again I am too."
The singer was finishing up now, "And it all over now baby blue. . ." The crowd clapped and applauded.
Louis tugged at Astral's shoulder, and kissed him on the cheek, "Let's leave."
"Where are we going?"
"Back to your place."
"How long must that infernal red light stay on!?" Lestat thumped the steering wheel.
"Lestat! You're going to get nowhere by throwing a fit."
"Well what else am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know but. . ." David stopped, "Lestat! Look!
Lestat turned his head, there was Louis walking out of a dingy old club, and beside him hanging on his arm was another vampire. A vampire he had never seen bore in his life. Lestat took a deep breath, "Well, well, well. I guess I don't know you that well after all, Louis."
Astral (7/?)
By Emily Jorrey
The servants stepped lightly around the large house, speaking to each other in hushed Spanish. They where very much afraid, for their strange mistress was not well at all.
She had always been a bit odd. That was true. During the day she slept behind large steal doors, as soon as the sun disappeared she rose. She never seemed to eat, but always seemed well fed. But back then she was happy, and alive. Now she was a hollow shell.
Most of the time she stayed in her room. Strange sounds would come through the doors; sometimes she would scream, sometimes she would cry. She only went out when it was pitch black, when the criminals roamed. They feared for her life, for she was so small, but she always came back. She never spoke a word to any of them.
"It�s her lover," they whispered, "he�s abandoned her. He�s taken her heart with him. She has no idea where he is."
He lover was a strange man with sad eyes. He walked around the house like a mist, avoiding everyone. Sometimes, they would hear him crying in her room, they would also hear her, speaking very softly.
"He was insane," they whispered, "he talked to ghosts, and people that no one else saw."
"Astral!" A scream shook the house, followed by strangled sobbing. Glass was being thrown against a wall, more sobbing more screaming, more speaking in a strange garbled language they didn�t understand. Sometimes she seemed to go back and forth, Spanish, English, and then a large array of others.
A butler knocked on the door, "Mistress Lizbetha, please, you�ve been like this for months!"
"Go away!"
"But I must talk to you!"
"There�s nothing you can say to me! I order you to go away!"
"Your lover, I think I might know where he is."
There was a small moment of silence, then the door opened, and their mistress stepped out. She was very small with white blond hair, her dark blue eyes glimmered, and red marks streaked her face. Her tattered dress wound around her thin body, the upper-part had been shredding and her small breasts hung out.
The servants turned, they did not want to see their mistress in this condition.
She spoke her voice horse, "Look at me, don�t be embarrassed!" They all turned their faces red. "Now what is this about my Astral?"
The old butler spoke nervously, "I was searching through his old room, and I found these airplane receipts."
She grabbed them from him in a flash, and stared at them hard, she laughed, "Back to America, huh, Astral, now that�s a start. Jose? Miranda? Get my things packed up; I�m going on a little trip.
Astral (8/?)
By Emily Jorrey
Louis watched at the car skidded over to the curb, and an enraged Lestat got out.
"Louis." Lestat was obviously fighting to hold back his anger, "Is this the reason for your strange behavior?"
Louis was about to speak but Astral beat him to it. "Hello, my name is Astral."
Lestat smirked, "Astral. Well I fear that your little tryst with my fledgling is over. Louis get in the car!" David slowly walked up behind him, placing a hand on Lestat's shoulder.
"Now Lestat . . ."
Lestat brushed him off; the gray eyes lit up with jealousy and rage. "Louis, didn't you hear me? I told you to get in the car!"
Louis shook his head, "Not unless Astral comes with me."
"What? Are you mad? That whore? He's not getting in that car! And if he knows what's good for him he won't come near you."
Astral giggled "Why Lestat is that a threat? My, my! Louis, I guess I was right about the tower after all."
Louis pulled at Astral's shirt, "Be quiet you don't want . . ."
"Now Lestat, what will happen to me if I come near him? You'll crush every bone in my body? Make me explode into a ball of flame? Cut my body into little pieces and feed it to your dog? The possibilities are endless!"
In a motion faster that Louis could see, Lestat soon had his hands around Astral's neck.
"You scrawny little whore," Lestat hissed, "I haven't known you for more than five minutes and already I hate you."
Louis could see that people where stopping and crowd was beginning to gather they had to get out of there. "Lestat . . ." the voice was barely a whisper, but then an wave of emotion came over him, "Lestat! Release him now!"
Lestat looked at Louis in shock slowly releasing his grip on Astral's throat, "Beautiful One . . ."
"Astral! Get in the car! Lestat we will talk about this when we get to your house."
Lestat couldn't believe what he was hearing, "You mean you and that hideous creature, you actually . . ."
Louis nodded, "Yes. And either he moves in here, or I move in with him. You have David now, so there shouldn't be anything to worry about."
Nothing to worry about? Lestat's head was swimming. How on earth could Louis choose that ugly creature over him? The jealousy was almost over powering. But he knew that he had to be calm. "I would like to talk to your . . .friend alone."
Louis shook his head, but Astral nodded, "Please my lord, I'm sure he won't harm me."
My lord, what the hell was that about, but Louis was relenting, he pulled Astral close kissing him deeply, Lestat wanted to scream.
Astral heard the door slam behind him; he turned slowly meeting a pair of enraged gray eyes. He could see why Louis was so attracted to this creature. Radiant blond hair, the white porcelain skin, and the burning eyes. A tiger, a true death angel. And right now, the tiger was looking to pounce right on him.
Lestat eyes focused right on him, clearly assessing him up. "So Astral, how did you and my Louis meet?"
"In a bar."
"How charming. I'm impressed that you've managed to seduce him. Some type of marvelous mind trick?"
"No. Just pure seduction."
Lestat laughed, it was a cold false laugh, "Pure seduction. From such a bizarre looking vampire? I didn't even know if you where male or female when I first saw you."
"Well you wouldn't be the first." Astral felt a fire flood through his soul, "Sometimes that's the attraction."
"I don't know how anyone could be attracted to you. How ever did you get immortality in the first place? You're lucky the Roman Coven isn't around any more, they would have had both you and your maker killed."
"My maker thought I was beautiful." Astral felt his form shaking, ugly, hideous. Those word could still be arrows.
"Then he or she must have been blind or insane. Now tell me Astral, now did it feel to hold Louis down, to be on top of him? I would love to know your opinion."
Astral grinned, Lestat had walked right into a trap, "I wouldn't know."
"Oh you wouldn't?"
"He was the one holding me down." Astral could see the shock flood Lestat's face. "Are you surprised? Oh yes, he's an excellent top. Except he still feels guilt. To bad, because I loved the way he made me scream. Didn't you ever explore that possibility?" Lestat was silent, "How tragic."
Lestat was finding his words, "How did you . . .how . . ."
"I pushed and a prodded and I brought it out. It was hard, but the results where worth it. I should be going now. My lord is waiting."
Lestat brought a hand to his shuddering chest. Louis. Louis in control, taking control. Lestat had wanted that for years. To think that that thing had brought something out of Louis that he never could filled him with anger. Who was this Astral? Who had made him? Questions filled his head, and he wondered if even Louis knew the answers.
Louis glared angrily at Astral when he walked into the room. "You could have been killed you know! If there hadn't been people standing around . . ."
"He wouldn't have done anything." Astral tossed his head back, defiantly.
"How can you be so damn sure?"
Another laugh a laugh that vexed and seduced at the same time, "Why Louis! A refined gentleman using such language!"
"Astral. Don't push me!"
The brown eyes where glowing, blood sweat was forming on the face. "I'm not afraid of your Lestat."
"You should be."
"There are those out there far more terrifying then Lestat. Don't tell me whom I should fear. Why should I listen to you anyway? You fear almost everything. Coward."
"I told you not to call me that!"
Astral smirked, "Coward." The voice was soft, malicious. Louis felt that same bubbling mixture of rage and lust over take him.
"I said don't call me that!" Louis slapped Astral across the face, and sent him tumbling to the floor. Astral was scrambling to get up, but Louis jumped upon him, holding him down.
Astral's expression had changed; it was now a strange mixture of fear and desire, "My lord, I'm sorry . . ."
"Quiet! You beast! You torment me and you vex me, like some demon. I know exactly what you want!" Louis grabbed Astral's hair and yanked it hard; he heard a whimper of pain. "Get up!"
Astral pulled himself wearily to his feet. "What do you wish of me?"
"Face the wall." Louis couldn't believe how cruel he was being and how much he was enjoying it. He grabbed Astral's pants and tore them off. "Never ever call me a coward."
"I won't."
Louis slammed himself into Astral, pinning him firmly to the wall. Astral let out a strange guttural moan. He kicked and fought, in an apparent attempt to free himself.
"Astral, you don't really want to break free." Louis hissed, "Don't try to fool me. You manipulate, you insult and you lie. All so someone can treat you like this." Louis dug his fangs into Astral's neck.
Another flurry of visions, some beautiful, some horrible all intoxicating. Louis held on for as long as he could before letting go. He released Astral watching him sink to the floor.
Louis felt his normal self, returning. He touched his beaten lover on the cheek. "Astral? Astral, my love are you okay, I didn't mean . . ." He was cut off by a spiel of laughter.
That laugh! That goddamn laugh! Why did Astral seem to take everything so lightly?
Astral smiled at the look of shock on his face. "My lord, forgive my lack of sensitivity. But it seems we have a peeping Tom of sorts." Astral pointed, Louis turned, there standing in the doorway was David.
Note: For those of you who haven't read, Cry to Heaven (see above), castrati where male Opera singers who where castrated in order to preserve their soprano voices, this gave them a very odd look.
Warning: m/m references and non-consensual violent sexual acts between two women. I repeat myself . . .violent!
Astral (9/?)
By Emily Jorrey
"Louis, I'm sorry, I heard the noise and thought something was wrong." David began to back away slowly; he could see the embarrassment on Louis face and it made him feel even worse about what he did. He did not want to look in those green eyes, for he knew he could provide no explanation.
Louis had been so different, the domination, the strength the control. Something David thought he would never see. He glanced up, Astral was looking at him, with an expressionless face, as if to study him. How odd this vampire was, and yet how truly lovely. Something in Astral's form reminded him of the castrati, but unlike those poor wretches, this one could perform. Unlike Lestat, David could understand the attraction.
"David?" Astral's voice was a mixutre of sandpaper and honey. "David? Are you embarrassed?"
Louis rose his hand, "Silence Astral. David . . ."
"Forgive me. I should have never . . ."
"Just go. Leave us."
David nodded and quickly shut the door. He didn't know if he should mention it to Lestat or not. "No," he thought, "it's none of our business
Lizbetha checked her outfit in the mirror. Tight black vinyl. She smiled; this modern world did have its advantages.
On further inspection, she had discovered the airplane tickets where not for a person, but for cargo. Clever little Astral! A long with packing up some valuables, he had packed up himself. The only problem was, that it meant that someone had to help him. Well that really wasn't a problem either; it had only taken a little mind reading to find the culprit.
"Poor little Saba. All the way from Pakistan to work for me. The rest of the servants think you've been fired. I sent word to your family that you died. Car accident. How tragic." Lizbetha laughed and opening the door in her room she made her way downstairs.
This was a part of the house that the servants never ventured. They didn't even know it existed, well some did. But those ones, well they didn't really matter anymore.
Lizbetha entered the hidden chamber, there hanging from a wall, was Saba. Naked and bleeding, her eyes where full of pain and fear.
"Please Mistress Lizbetha . . .I tell no one! Please!"
Lizbetha shook her head, "Saba, you where one of my favorites. So pretty, so sweet and you betrayed me." She slapped the girl hard. "You little cunt! How dare you help him! You're going to regret it my dear."
"He was sad. He say he wanted to get away!" Tears where flowing down Saba's face, "Please I mean no harm!"
"Oh really?" Lizbetha grabbed a whip. "Well I do mean harm." She brought the whip down, hitting Saba's left breast, the girl screamed.
"Scream! Scream! Nobody can hear you!" She brought the whip down again, laughing as the blood hit her face. Lizbetha licked some of it off her arm, it was warm, and so sweet.
"Allah . . ." Saba whimpered. This foolish attempt at prayer made Lizbetha only laugh harder.
"Christian, Jewish, Muslim, and everything else. They all cry to their gods. They all scream empty prayers." Lizbetha walked up to Saba and began to lick the wounds on her breast, the girl shuddered and sobbed. "Astral was treated much in this way my dear. But you have an advantage, you die so much easier."
Lizbetha glanced over to a small fire. The pokers seemed ready. "Good, very good." She walked over and picked one up. "Heat, it brings warmth, brings safety, and it also brings pain."
Saba struggled as the poker drew closer. Lizbetha smile was one of pure cruelty pure evil. She thrust the poker into the girl's nether region, laughing as Saba's sanity fled her body.
Lestat drummed his fingers nervously on the table. He still couldn't believe what Astral had said to him. "That whore." He hissed. Louis was totally enraptured with Astral and itseemed there wasn't anything he could do about it. Unless . . .Lestat smiled to himself. "Astral. You think you are so seductive? Well let's see how you stand up against the seductions of Lestat. You want domination? I'll show you domination. After that, I'll expose you to Louis like the whore you are."
Lizbetha leaned wearily against the wall. Saba's discarded body lay nearby, drained of blood. The smell of burnt flesh hung in the air. "Astral. Remember the last time you ran away? Remember what happened to Nathaniel? When I find you I'm going to drag you back and lock you in a place where you'll never escape. And if you've found another lover? I'll tear him or her to pieces with my bare hands."
Astral (10/?)
By Emily Jorrey
"One must do violence to the object of one's desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater."
- Marquis de Sade
Lestat looked around Louis' room. Astral was moving his things in; there was a small pile of clothes on the bed, and various figurines on the counter. Lestat sorted through the clothing pile. "Hmm, one thing to say, he does have style," said Lestat holding up a pair of red vinyl pants, "maybe not taste but style."
The door slammed downstairs, Lestat rushed to the sitting room and waited patiently. There was only one pair of footsteps, and they didn't sound like Louis. That meant that it was Astral! And he was alone. Lestat could barely contain himself.
Astral entered, his face flushed with human blood. He was wearing a dark brown silk shirt and velvet pants of an even darker brown. The colors matched him perfectly. Lestat studied him; yes Astral did have some nice, perhaps even lovely features. The hair and the eyes of course, but then again most vampires had lovely eyes and hair. The small mouth did have a certain sensual aspect to it. But when everything was put together, the finished product was bizarre.
Lestat smiled, "So Astral, did you an Louis have a fight?"
"No," the bastard was trying so hard to mask his thoughts, "he just wanted to be alone for a while."
Lestat forced himself deep into Astral's mind and to his disappointment found out that it was true. "Well. So you just decided to come back?"
"What else was I supposed to do?" The voice was full of contempt. "So where's David?"
"Out, at some old rotting museum no doubt. Actually, Lestat had encouraged David to go, saying that he needed to be alone.
Astral rolled his eyes, "Just great. I'm going to take a shower now, so good night."
Lizbetha shoved the car into the garage she had rented. She had to at least make her servants think she was taking a plane. She had already hacked off her long blond hair; it was such a nuisance sometimes. Of course it would grow back by tomorrow, but it was out of the way for now. Lizbetha looked around, she had already fed earlier, but she wanted more. She perked up her ears and listened for the sounds of movement.
Sure enough a young man was creeping along the side, looking perhaps for a resting place, or maybe a car to burglarize. Whatever the reason, he would be perfect. She began to hum a song, an old song, one that she had learned when she was a novice at a convent. It was about the sweetness and purity of the Virgin Mary. Sure enough she heard the young man stop.
Lizbetha turned around to see him, lovely dark eyes, and young too. "Are you an angel?" He asked in rough lower class Spanish.
She laughed, "Am I an angel? No."
"You look like one."
"Well looks can be deceiving, can't they?" Lizbetha lunged at the young man burying her fangs into his neck. She could hear his screams, the bones breaking. Pulling away she grabbed his hair and with one pull tore off his head.
Lizbetha laughed, she was soaked in blood, but that didn't matter. With one quick glance at the body she turned it into a pile of ashes. She loved that trick, it made everything so simple.
Lestat crept up to the bathroom; he could hear Astral softly humming to himself. "This is going to be easier than I thought."
He entered the bathroom not bothering to close the door. Astral's silhouette appeared behind the curtain. Lestat pulled it back, delighting in Astral's yelp of shock.
Astral made a desperate attempt to cover himself. "What the hell?" He began to back into the wall slowly, like a frightened animal. But this animal was no deer or lamb it was more like a wolf.
"Astral! I wouldn't have expected to find you so modest!"
"This isn't about modesty!" Astral tried to grab a towel, but Lestat grabbed him holding his hands high above his head.
"Hold still I want to fine out why my Louis is so . . .interested in you." The thin body seemed fragile, breakable, and yet oddly sexual, the manhood was quite impressive. There was something about Astral that Lestat couldn't figure out. But he knew, whatever it was, it made Astral into something undeniably attractive.
He yanked Astral out of the shower; "You're coming with me!"
"Let me go!" Astral lashed out angrily, but nothing he did had any effect on Lestat.
"You think you can fight me? You pathetic little creature." He stroked Astral's face gently, "Why don't you give in? I'll hold you down far better that Louis can. Isn't that what you want?"
Astral stopped fighting and smiled sweetly, "Give in?"
"Yes. Once you . . .accckk!" Lestat growled, the cunt had spit in his face.
"You son of a bitch! I'll never give in to you! I'd much rather die first!"
"Oh would you. Well I would very much like to grant you your request!" Lestat dragged Astral to his room and tossed him on the floor. "You slut! I thought you liked domination!"
"Ha!" Astral snarled, "Only if there's love involved. I hate you, there can be no enjoyment."
"Oh really? By the end of this I'll have you screaming for more." He picked Astral off the ground and threw him into a wall; Astral fell into a heap. He began to sob. Lestat grabbed his arm and tossed him on the bed. "You're going to regret you every laid eyes on . . ." He stopped something was wrong.
Astral lay on the bed, his face was totally blank and he was muttering to himself. "Nathaniel. Nathaniel, master please protect me. I failed you, but please protect me. Protect me." Lestat felt the anger drain from him and he rushed to Astral's side.
"What?"
"His heart . . .she, oh god . . . she tore his heart out. I tried to stop her . . . there was blood . . . she tore his heart out."
Another voice entered into Lestat's ears "My god. What did you do to him?" It was Louis, his green eyes filled with rage.
Lestat shook his head, "Louis . . .I . . ."
"Shut up! Just shut up! You monster!" Louis shoved Lestat the best he could and cradled Astral in his arms. "What did you do to him, what did you . . ."
Lestat could feel the tears running down his face, everything was a red haze, "Please Beautiful One . . .I was jealous."
"Jealous? You bastard. You where jealous do you decided to rape him."
"No . . ."
"Then what where you planning to do?"
Then Astral's voice broke, his senses seemed to be returning, "My lord?"
"Shhh . . ." Louis helped Astral to his feet and helped him out of the room, not once did he turn his eyes to look at Lestat. Lestat didn't really want to look at them; he didn't want to see the hate.
Lestat sat alone in his room, "Oh Louis. Forgive me please. I can't have lost your love forever, please."
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