What Lurks In The Dark?

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

I thought I was going to die, but I lived. I still do not understand it. Not really....

I was heading home from work. I work at GameStop a video game store. Yeah, it's easy to tell that I love video games huh? I was sitting on the bus waiting to get off at the metro station so I can take the metrolink. I was being harassed, but I did not know why. A male said, "He looks kind of Asian don't you think? And those blue eyes he must be a celebrity with the ladies!"

I stared at the male and wondered what his problem was. "Actually I am Canadian, but I was born in America. "

"Yo did I say you could talk? You talk when your spoken to!" The male shot back.

The bus driver just watched, but did nothing. Maybe she was afraid something may happen to her if she interfered. I tolerated the three males as best I could. When I got off the bus I went to go catch the metro. I was too late. It was already there and about to take off.

The group of males were going on another metro bus and they had caught their's just in time. The male that had snapped at me pushed me in front of the train. I thought I was a goner....Everything went black. I had passed out and when I came to I thought I was dead. I was only out for like...A minute.

[lestat2]

I was in Chicago for no particular reason except I was extremely bored. It was different up north that it was down south, the accents were different, the streets were different, the buildings were different. Chicago was completely Americanised and reminded me of mafia movies which I so loved to watch. I also loved to shop in this city and go to the theater, overall it was a lovely city to visit, not to mention it was full to the brink with criminals and thugs to drink from. Gang crime was rife here, and I never had to wander to far to find a dangerous neighbourhood. I sighed with wonder as I looked up at the steel building towering over Chicago, Wallis Tower once owned by Sears, the lights twinkled above me. Thirty years in this modern world and I still couldn't get over what the mortals had created.

My attention was slowly turned back to the inside of the CTA bus, a group of young, thuggish, male mortals were hounding another boy. The boy seemed young, looked younger than me but glimpses from his mind told me he was only a little younger than when I had become a vampire. The situation unfolding before me caught my attention and watched them silently, they never even knew I was there. The bus stopped and I realised they were all getting off at the same time as I, it surprised me even more when I realised the boy was going to catch the same train. I watched him run for it, his heart pumping and his breath puffing from his mortal lips but I smiled knowing that he would not have a chance.

It took only a split second for the following events to unfold. I saw the thug push the boy towards a train passing through the station, I was there quicker than even most immortal eyes could see, it was simply as though I had vanished and reappeared. I firmly caught him around the waist and chest and pulled him back a millisecond before the train would have knocked his head off. I turned to the thug with a terrifying look upon my face and like an animal, knowing he was in danger, he ran for his life.

I picked the boy up and carried him to the bench, my arms still around him as I sat down. He seemed small in comparison to my 6ft height and very fragile in my cold hard arms. The boy had fainted and it allowed me to study him a little. He was so warm, so human and full of warm pumping blood that was still filled with adrenalin. Pale white and soft, the arch of his neck appealed to me greatly but I no longer had any need to feed anymore with the strong blood pumping through my veins. Slowly his eyes began to open and I ran my thumb across his flushed cheek.

I wasn't sure what had possessed me to save him but I knew it was worth it when I saw his bright blue vulnerable eyes. "You've have had quite a scare but those men have gone now." I told him gently, helping him to sit beside me. Of course I rolled his mind a little to calm him over the fact that a beautiful stranger was holding him up. Mortals don't react well to strangers touching them.

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

I was coming around. It was like waking up in the middle of the night. My eyes did not want to open but I had to force them to do so. There were strong yet gentle arms around me. Was I in Heaven or Hell? Was I in limbo? Or is there just darkness in death? So many questions ran through my mind.

Finally my eyes opened and I stared up at a strange. A handsome stranger. Was this my guardian angel? Or a demon? Or death itself? No he was surely an angel. I heard the engine of a bus and realized I was still at the station! I wasn't dead I was alive....Had this stranger saved me? My senses finally started coming to me and I could feel the cold skin which shocked me. I was alive, in the cold arms of my handsome angel, but I felt a little awkward.

There was a gentle brush across my cheek. I tried not to panic. Wait wasn't I just about to panic? Then....Somehow I felt calm. Where were those guys? I had a bone to pick with them, but it looks like they were gone. My blue hues glanced to the male that had saved me. "Yeah, I did. Where did they go? " I sat up next to the male and looked around.

No those males are no where around. They are probably long gone now. I should just be happy I'm still alive. Thank you Gods...With a shake of my head I sighed, happily. A smile formed on my lips. I was very grateful to still be alive. My blue hues landed right back on Lestat. "Thank you. I don't know how you did it, but you saved me. Being alive is just enough for me to not question too much about how you saved me."

I found myself staring at Lestat. I do not know why but something was drawing me in to him. As easily as I was looking at him I broke away my gaze. I did not want to be rude. I should at least give him my name, this man deserves that. "I'm Drascarine Macurt."

Slowly I lifted my hand so that he could shake it. I did not know however that I was going to be shaking a vampire's hand. My family believed in vampires, but I did not know that my family was filled with vampires, werewolves, and witches. It was in my blood all of it. I was a carrier but the blood was not active inside of me which is why I am human.

[lestat2]

"Think nothing of it, mon cher." Instead of shaking his hand, I softly kissed his knuckles. I was a tease but also these sort of manners were bred into me, I came from a time where bowing and kissing hands was acceptable, in those days it was rude not to in Paris. I made many mortals weak at the knees at my attentions, I knew what I was doing of course, I enjoyed playing with mortals, it made me feel alive. I could not really compare this boy with any mortal I had ever met, he seemed unique and perfect with his bright eyes and dark hair.

"My name is Lestat de Lioncourt." I told him, my french accent tinting my voice as I said it. There was always a chance that a mortal might recognise my name when I introduced myself and then they would realise that I was a vampire, which was never safe. I would normally give out a fake name but this time for some unknown reason, I decided not to. It might drive him crazy eventually that he'd met a vampire, much like it had Daniel with Louis and Armand but I hoped that this would not be the case.

I gave him a small charming smile. "It is very late, Drascarine." I refrained from calling him, 'young one', as it would only confuse him. "I would like to accompany you home, just to make sure you're okay as you may feel light headed for some time. I shall hail you a taxi, I shall pay for the cost so you mustn't worry about that." I stood and held my hand out to him to help him up, my eyes trailing over him from head to toes, discrete as a vampire of course. He intrigued me, I wanted more of his company and it was so dangerous when I felt this way around a mortal, I normally ended up wanting to keep them.

"Your name is peculiar. Drascarine." I said rolling it across my tongue, sending a shiver over the mortal. "Does it come from anywhere in particular?" I asked him conversationally hailing a cab to the side of the road. "Your chariot awaits, young one. Should I accompany you?"

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

Think nothing of it. Well I tried to not think about it. Instantly I was snapped out of my thoughts, and focused on Lestat intently, yet calmly. Why did he kiss my knuckles? It is not like I am a prince. My knees wobbled, but I forced myself to not let them buckle underneath me. There were tingles going through my body. It was such a pleasure...Pleasure...Wait, NO. I do not think so. Ugh what is wrong with me? Drascarine Allen Macurt stop thinking with your other head!! I sighed inwardly.

My hues widened a little before quickly going back to their normal size. I did not want to alert Lestat or scare him off. I knew only just a little bit about him. I did not believe everything I have heard nor read about him. The French accent, that was what they were correct about so far. I did not really realize it would be him though. The blonde hair...The red eyes? I do not see red eyes....I do see a slight golden brown(I think that is the correct color? D: I can't remember).

Around these parts Lestat was worshiped and dubbed a celebrity. I see him a little differently. I don't know why I just do. I guess I'm very skeptical or just don't really care. Treat him like a human....Doubt he would want me being so clingy and drooling over him anyways. As a matter of fact I despised people like that. I did not want to be one of those people. Shoot be, slap me, do something to snap sense into me. I would rather eat dirt.

"Lestat huh? I have heard about you, and read some things about you. I don't know much though. I don't think I really even believe everything, but it is nice to meet you." I tried to be as truthful as possible. Lestat could probably tell that I did not believe that he was a vampire or a higher being , like a God.

He's right. It is late. I really wanted to get home anyways, and hopefully nothing bad will occur. Lestat offered to accompany me home. "Your too kind, thank you. I hope I am not wasting your time or anything. I don't want to make you feel like you have to take care of me." I smiled a little embarrassed that I cannot even fend for myself when attacked. I took his hand, standing up too fast.

He was right because I did feel a little light headed. I leaned against him my hues fluttering. I held fast to him but gently. I did not want to bring him down with me if I fell. My hues flickered to him. I was so overwhelmed that I did not protest. I could have payed for myself. Really I could have. I felt an itch along the back of my leg. I brought up my red and black shoe , rubbing the back of my leg to ease the itch on my blue jeans.

My blue hues flickered downward. I brought up my index finger from my left hand nibbling on it. A nervous habit I have had for years. I pretended to look at my blue and white buttoned up shirt. I shivered. "Well what do you think?" I murmured now on the defensive. I never liked talking about myself that much. The cab was here. This was another shot at trying to be nice...I felt like I was a little rude with my answer. "Yes please." I sounded embarrassed and gave him an apologetic look.

Hehe my chariot awaits...MY chariot? And young one...I liked the way Lestat uses his words. It made me smile a little. Without another thought I got into the cab, wanting to take the window seat. I loved looking out of the window and at the view.

[lestat2]

"I have all the time in the world." I told him innocently. He of course had heard of what I was but was in denial, I would not force him to recognise what I was but by just spending time with me he would notice that I was different to him. Such as how had I got to him so quickly to save his life? Why was I so deathly cold? Why was my skin so perfect and without imperfection? Why did my hair and eyes seem to glow under the light? Why were my fingernails like glass? What sort of mortal had fangs when they overly smiled? How had I lifted him so effortlessly to the bench? How could I move faster than he could see?

So many questions that would come up in his mind if I spent enough time in his company. I effortlessly held him up as he clung to me. "Do not worry, I can hold your weight quite easily." I told him, reading his mind that he was afraid that he would drag me down to the ground with him. Surely he would notice I was immovable. He was a intriguing little mortal and when his seemingly rude reply to the question of his name reminded me a little of my fledgling, Louis. The same tone and fight that I liked to hear at times and at other times I loathed it.

I climbed into the opposite side of the car once he was in, taking only a split second to get from his door to sitting beside him. I hoped it wouldn't spook him too much but moving fast was natural to me. The cab driver seemed to glance at me with horror in the window screen as I seemingly appeared from no where. "Please, no need for alarm, your mind is playing tricks on you." I told the driver, rolling his mind but I did not roll the boy's.

"I've never come across such a name but then many have never heard of the name Lestat." I told him. "My name was the initials of my six brothers. I was the seventh." Whether he believe me or not, I didn't care but it was nice to talk to a mortal, to get their view on things. "Did you hear my music from the eighties? Did you enjoy it? I suppose it's a little outdated now." I asked him with a hint of excitement.

I was dressed smartly of course, Armani sunglasses hung from my tailored crisp white shirt with silver stitching and expensive black bootleg jeans that covered my black converses. What vampire didn't own a pair of converses? Louis perhaps, what a fashion disaster he was at times. I looked to him with a small smile, my fangs still hiding away. "How are you feeling now, mon cher?" I said stroking his soft warm cheek with my long, cold, elegant fingers before running them through his soft dark hair.

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

All the time in the world. If only that were true. "I don't think any of us truly have all the time in the world. One day the time will end with us." I glanced to Lestat after he got into the cab with me. My thoughts ran wild, full of chaos. How did Lestat save me? What is with his cold skin, and....The voices in my head trailed. I sighed, pushing aside the thoughts. Go away go away. Stay out of my head. I promised myself I would NOT think about this.

There was a tingly sensation throughout my body which also gave me a slightly bad feeling. I glanced to Lestat my hues widening a little. I did not see Lestat's actions of getting in the car, no it was something else. It was the fact that I could tell that he was lying. I was also confused. What did Lestat mean by that?

My blue hues gazed at the driver whom had his eyes on the road. Slowly I turned to stare at Lestat a bit suspiciously. I raised my brow at him in question. I admitted to myself there WAS something strange about Lestat but I was NOT going to pry. It is none of my business. It is not my right to intervene.

I casted away my suspicious. I would ask him later about what he meant from what he said to the driver. My hues narrowed. I did not want to talk about myself. I eased up on my attitude though, and smiled. That was interesting, and a creative way to come up with a name for one's child. "Your name suits you." I said.

His music...Oh do not get me started, I thought. I burst into a grin and stared at Lestat. "Just about everyone in my family listens to it. Some are fans, some hate you, some are just neutral about it. I do not want to offend you, but your music is alright. I am just a little too picky. Really."I quickly looked down at my lap, embarrassed and hoped that I did not offend Lestat.

After a few moments of silence I heard his voice again. I felt his gentle yet cold fingers against my cheek and going through my hair. I felt so enticed just looking at him again. I did not want him to stop touching me even though his fingers were cold. I snapped out of it though, slapping his hand away gently. It was only so I wouldn't be tempted to do anything that I might regret. "Okay. New rule with you and I...Please no stroking of the cheeks and keep the hands away from my hair. Your hot, but do not push it." I said truthfully but with a slightly wavery voice.

I swear I almost lost it right there. His gentleness...The way he touched me. It brought pleasurable tingles through me. My body was about to get hot! Damn it Lestat why can't you behave yourself? Please behave yourself....I gave a gentle shiver and pulled away, my hues still looking at Lestat but not straight in the eyes. I can't look at him in the eyes anymore. His eyes were that enchanting even if they were a strange...I gulp....Color?

I murmur softly to myself, "I think I have gone crazy now...." I thought my thoughts were my own so I was counting on Lestat to not understand what I meant.

[lestat2]

"Just alright? Just alright? My music is wonderful. I had thousands and thousands of fan." I said feeling a little put out for his lack of appreciation for my music and for me. I felt like asking him, 'Do you know who I am? I'm probably the most famous person you've ever met!'

My laughter rang like bells through out the cab, mocking the timid boy. Oh my, if he thought I was going to stop messing with him just because he asked me to do so, he was very very mistaken. I was the vampire Lestat, even as a mortal I flirted with anything that moved, the Casanova of Paris I was and now I was the Casanova of New Orleans. "You're precious, mon petit." I told him, putting my marble like hands on my knees with my back in perfect posture. "Precious." Giving him a charming smile with my fangs quite clearly shown.

I came to the conclusion that perhaps it would be best to explain to him what I was because the little shocks he kept getting seemed to be worse than if I just told him the truth. I heard him murmur quite clear, seemingly spooked by the power of my eyes. "You're not crazy but you musn't be afraid. You might not believe it but everything you've heard of is true and if you think on it and add together everything you've seen, you'll find yourself to know the truth." I showed him a piece of paper on both sides. I put this piece of paper in the plastic tray in front of us in the cab, I concentrated on it with ease, my hands no where near it, it caught on fire and shriveled into ash without the driver even noticing.

I never knew how mortals would react anymore to such a thing. I carried on looking out the window, letting this sink into his poor little brain. The buildings towered over us and yet again I was in awe. I wanted to stand on top of one, fly to the very top with my new mortal friend and look out over Lake Michigan. "This city is wonderful. So giant but darkness surrounds it." I said though I was mostly talking to myself.

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

I am not precious, I thought. I learned that the hard way from my family. Years and years they treated me like an outsider. When I came of age they started treating me with respect. I did not understand why. I will never understand why unless they tell me the truth. The reflection on the window caught my attention. First my reflection then Lestat's. His teeth were sharp. I stared. My mind was playing tricks on me!

I turned to look at Lestat, the pointed teeth still there. I grew curious. Was this a dream? It had to be. Slowly I lifted a hand touching Lestat's teeth. Not teeth at all. FANGS! I was quiet not quite panicking just yet. Maybe I am just dense....I lowered my hand, watching and listening to Lestat. This was all too much for me. My heart sped up just a little.

Then the display with the paper. I watched Lestat raising a brow at him but still quietly watched. The paper caught fire. My hues widened. Oh crap. Oh crap! The information sunk into my head so fast I was dazed. My heart sped up pounding furiously. I did not know what to say. I looked at Lestat when he looked out the window. "Lestat put the fire out!" I whispered softly, pointing to it.

I laid back staring at the fire. The paper dissolved and the fire put itself out. There was no need for Lestat to do it. I gasped and jumped up. "Lestat how old are you?" I gave a soft chuckle but I did not understand myself why I was acting this way. Why was I so at ease? Was I too open minded? Was that it? I then nibbled on my index finger. Was it rude of me to ask his age? I hoped he would not slap me and toss me like a rag doll. If this was a woman I would be dead faster than I can say 'I'm sorry'.

"Ignore that question. Heh." I smiled, looking away. I feel so weird not freaking out. Would a normal person freak out? Is something wrong with me? My hues narrowed. I shook my head. My family memories coming back to me. I don't want to think about that now. I gasped and blushed. "Hey, wait! Can you try NOT to read my mind?" I asked him with a raised brow.

I had almost forgotten. I had not directed the cab driver to a specific location. I yelled loudly a location to the driver. Poor driver...Must have just been cruising around and now probably expects a lot of money out of us. Well out of Lestat....He said he was paying. It took a bit to get to my home. When we got there I hopped right out the cab, stuffing my hands in my pockets. A smile on my lips as I looked at my nice house. Half of the rent was being payed by a relative and the other half was being payed by me. I really did not want my family trying to support me but they insisted.

I turned to look at Lestat. "How long can you stay?" I ask while walking up onto the porch. I took out my house key from under my shirt which was around a necklace chain. Along with the house key were army tags which had belonged to my father. I opened the door and pushed it open, welcoming Lestat into my home.