| CLS UPdate "Heart in Hand" (aka The Dismemberment of Lestat) |
| Heart In Hand is an interesting storyline (sl) that started with a post where Lestat was enjoying an evening on his Harley in the city. |
| Excerpt : From Route 1 pt 1 Post # 1446 Lestat Los Angeles; a city with a light of its own. Founded by the devout as a place of holy refuge, now funded by the most daring, dazzling and darkest of human souls. Cruising along the Santa Monica Freeway,heading towards Dodgers Stadium and Elysian Park one of the darkest and deadliest soul sat legs hug spread over a black Harley. Dressed in black velvet frock coat, with solid brass buttons, blue linen shirt cuffed and collared with thick handcrafted lace. A think blonde shoulder length mane blew in the moist evening breeze, and whipped wildly in the cooler air as he crossed over the Los Angeles River and headed into the parklands. His enjoyment was interrupted by a plot of the witch made lesser Kehleb le�Faye. Route 1 Fini Post # 1449 Lestat From a side road they came; 6 dark cars, each equipped for his speed. Not paying any attention to the traffic behind him the dark prince had no concern for them until they began to pass him; two at first but he noticed others coming up behind him, matching his speed. Another two behind it drew closer as the one behind him cut to his right and boxed him in. He was being trapped, this excited him, he smiled as he pressed on pushing up against the vehicles trying to press between them and escape their snare. Nothing slowed them or stopped their maneuvers, and he didn't wish to let loose of his prized Harley. Voices were screaming, they were screaming commands back and forth from the vehicles as their drivers consistently matched his maneuvers. The yelling and the thoughts that were exchanging confirmed that these captures were Van Helsings; vampire trackers and killers; they intended to capture him, to sell him for a prize, he could hear it in their thoughts. A look of anger took over is face as they threw nets and pipes at him trying to knock him off his machine. He raced on, his bike banging against the sides of the vehicles still trying to maneuver past them. From the corner of his eye he saw one holding a sawed of shotgun, its end lowered towards him, he caught view of it just as the gun discharged and he felt a piercing round of metal fly into his body a second shot followed immediately then a third. Immortal or not each round was intense pain, intense enough that his hands slipped from his bike and grabbed at the ripped flesh, it stung, burned; the pain seared thru him. The bike unstable with speed hit rocks and sped out from under him; he hit the ground with incredible speed and was almost hit by the vehicle that was chasing him from behind as he rolled along the ground. He rolled for hundreds of feet before his body slammed into a rock, the impact knocking him out cold. Following the capture Lestat was handed over to Kehleb. The witch had constructed a plan witch played out in the posts that followed. |
| Heart in Hand Post 1459 Kehleb de�faye A dark medical building, its 2 am in the morning as a dark van arrives. There is no sound for the cargo is quiet; a charmed has done its job upon the subject's temperament. A dozen men carry a small casket length rectangular box into the back entry of the medical facility then proceed under direction to a private lab in the rear of the facility. There dressed in dark robes resembling what he once was, stood the lesser vamp Kehleb. His face was reserved, yet the eyes of the witch revealed his vamperic madness as he stepped closer to the deliver which was now lying on a table beside a surgeons table. The dark witch vamp ordered the case opened but the men who delivered it refused, they backed off knowing full well what lay inside, they had their money they needed nothing more, this of course was the signing of their death warrants, and Kehleb was quick to act upon their judgment. After feeding on the insolent, he goes to the casket crate and taps along its edge as he walks around its surface, "Wake up Lestat, I know you can hear me he whispers, then he laughs in an insane laughter that mimicked Lestat's own brand. "You thought you would curse me Lestat, banish me to this loneliness in an under empowered lesser body, yes you thought id suffer immortally did you not, you villain you poison on all that touches you, you curse will mean nothing once I'm finished. Yes Lestat I have plans for you, plans of eternal torture, eternal pain" says the vamps as he lifts the crate top from the crate and reveals the silent paralyzed body of Lestat, charms across his forehead and chest. The witch moves around the crate watching and smiling at his catch, "I once would bleed you dry Lestat, take your blood and fill my veins" maybe I will in time, but for now I want your suffering, I want to hear the cries of your anguish in my mind calling out to me to save you from your misery, and yes Lestat this you will do." The witch moves to equipment near the lab table, setting some gages checking others, he seemed to know the equipment well as he brought a strange scalpel looking tool over to the crate. "You know what this is Lestat? This is a laser scalpel, a tool that will cut and cauterize in the same stroke, usually a person is well out under good anesthetic for this but I'm sure you won't mind, or at least you won't say a word." Again the witch laughs. Then he lowers the tool to Lestat's body and slowly begins to test the beam, Lestat's body never showed any sign of pain thru out the operation; though his mind screamed out in the pain he suffered. Kehleb severed his arms from his body, then his legs, and then he cut off Lestat's blonde head. His final cuts removed Lestat's heart which lay dormant but still alive. He places the heart in a heart shaped velvet box; then called his assistance. They had their instructions. Each piece of Lestat would be sent to one of the partners who would bury it in a hidden place. Never would Lestat walk again. Never laughs Kehleb as he leaves the center, heart in hand. |