| Excerpt from : Immortal I AM Post #1626 (Kehleb de'Faye) They were an easy catch, I knew they would be, sure took the bastards long enough to get off their asses. I had begun to believe that I should have dismembered another of them since they didn't move very quickly on Lestat's behalf. Of course I don't doubt they knew I was waiting for them and who else would be so brazen to risk it than Louis, though I'm surprised that Marius had joined league with him. From what I know of Marius he usually is the lawgiver and too proper to be involved in such escapades. Maybe he just got tired of Lestat's constant moaning, I know I have. I have succeeded, they are now under my control where they should have been, where all these ancients should be, at my beckoning. Louis was my choice of the two, why, I'll tell, because hitting him is a direct hit on Lestat. Oh Marius's blood is older this I know and he was delicious, but I want Lestat's anger to divide his house and Louis is a better choice for that, besides Lestat drank of the queen Akasha last, his blood is unique, and that blood is in Louis or was. I know I can't kill Louis, it wasn't my plan, all I needed was his blood, which now runs in my veins. I have succeeded; I am now immortal with the blood of Louis and his maker feeding my eternity. I can feel it rushing thru my veins like a royal tide. As for the remains, they can lay here and go to stone for I don't plan to use them for anything more. I was tempted to take them to the lab and toss them in a vat of liquid nitrogen, seemed it would have been a good idea, but after taking their blood I find it much more amusing to let them lay here in their tomb dead to all they knew. Akasha locked Marius in ice once, so the story goes, so I have placed them both in an industrial freezer vault, and they are frozen pretty solid in memory of the great queen; oh would I have loved to be beside her, we could have brought this world easily to its knees, my scheming is far more cutthroat than the whiner Lestat. My troops and I leave here tonight, I have plans to head into hiding until I find some new way to torment the ancients and the humans they depend on; as for the heart, I have no use for it now; I've left it in the hand of Louis there in the vault. This was my message to the ancients, I'm not one to be fucked with, let's see how fast they come to gather their poor sacrificed elders. The vans ready now, and I am tired of the smog of Chicago, this place stinks; off to enjoy my new immortality and strengths. The Immortal Kehleb Trapped and frozen the two ancients voices joined with Lestat�s in wait for assistance. Their calls were heard By The Ancient Pandora and Avan Wheeland an immortal made by Lestat, who together retrieved the frozen ancients and the heart of Lestat and took them to safety at Lestat�s Canyon Estate. Once de-thawed Marius went immediately to reanimate the body of Lestat while Louis; lay silent in a room depressed from his trip to Chicago. Lestat was fed by the demon Savage and is currently back to himself. How will the Ancients deal with what has occured is yet to be revealed (Post run from the initial post 1446-1448 Route 1 (Lestat) thru Post 1653 My Master Has Risen (Savage)) |
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| The Ancients Marius and Louis Had been Captured far More simply than either had believed possible. Kehleb's Amulets still stronger then the Ancients ability to sense them. We continue with Kehleb's Post which defines how they fell into his plot. |
| Whispers on the wind, cries in the night, echoes off the hills in twilight; "the ancients have fallen", the great immortal ones, frozen in time and stone. Their voices lift in unison to the minds of the gifted, �the dark witch had won!�. �Silence can you hear them� calls one to another, �don't breath or you may miss your moment�, the dark witch had won. Would none come to see them in their darken tombs, would all ears and hearts be deaf to their wounds. Visions in their darkness lay locked within their silence. �Can you hear me�, spoke one to the other, �the dark witch is one�. Faces without features, hearts without pulse, bodies without purpose, the dark witch had won. |