Post by lestat2 on Aug 15, 2010 15:24:51 GMT -7
Would you like an update of what's happening in my terrible undead life? Well here it is for you to all read. Do you want the good or the not so good news? The good news is that I'm still in my own body. The not so good news is that I'm stuck as a mortal again. I'm not happy about this, you know how upset this made me last time, well I'm upset about it again. This is my body now, and every moment I'm a mortal I am aging!
I have no idea how I became this way yet again. One evening I awoke and I was like this again, a breathing, eating, living mortal. I'm trying to make the most of it at the moment but it is hard. The weather outside in the day is too hot for me to handle, I feel physically ill to be out in it and my skin burns red, my scalp is burnt, my hair is frazzled. It's terrible but still, I dress like suave devil I am and people think I'm a mortal fan of that 'Lestat dude from Interview with the Vampire'. I instantly think I would like to kill the people who say that to me but then I realise I am a mortal and can't kill. I should also have some sort of a conscience but it seems it is lost.
I am a heart throb regardless of this of course, women fall at my feet as I am French and women love Frenchmen, we come from the land of love and we certainly know how to make it. If you want to know my preferences, I love women with natural blond hair and a man with dark but I'm not particularly picky you'll find. I was currently chatting to a girl at a bar on Rue Bourbon, I love drink, I love dancing and I love to flirt. Bourbon Street was the place to be as a mortal.
"Would you dance with me, babe?" She asked me, she had long dark hair, tanned skin, wide hips, a slender waist and plentiful breast pressed beneath a tight top. The first thing you should know is that I hate to be called babe. Lestat de Lioncourt is not a babe. Nether the less I gave her a charming smile and a piercing look.
"Of course, cherie, it would be my pleasure." I said back to her, making her giggle at the french way I had addressed her. I wrapped my arm around her waist to take her to the dance floor. Dancing in this century was a little different from the century I had been born, it was a lot more intimate and definitely a lot more sinful, which was fine by me.
The dance floor was packed full of other dancing people so there wasn't much space to move. The girl wrapped her arms around my neck and moved against me to the music. She looked up at me in a way that drunken women think is sexy but to me it makes them look like a 'slut' as people would call it nowadays. A lot of girls were sluts these days, normal women acted like prostitutes as though it was acceptable. I wasn't protesting though and I moved my hips against hers, it was quite arousing and my hands wandered her body, making her flutter her eyelashes.
I rolled my eyes over her shoulders and that is when I spotted a blond woman at the bar, she was beautiful and she seemed familiar but I didn't know many blond women. Perhaps I'd killed one of her sisters in the past, it was likely. I kept my eyes on her for the whole song, slightly worried that she would slip away before I could talk to her. I quickly brushed off the girl I'd been dancing with, receiving a rude hand gesture, and moved quickly to the bar.
I stopped behind the blond lady and leaned in to talk to her over the loud music. "Hello there, may I buy you a drink?" I said smiling, taking a stool beside her and waving the barman over for another drink for myself at least. I was speechless for once, I had many chat up lines to tell a beautiful lady but she was just beyond beautiful that none of them seemed suitable. I couldn't keep my eyes away from her.
I have no idea how I became this way yet again. One evening I awoke and I was like this again, a breathing, eating, living mortal. I'm trying to make the most of it at the moment but it is hard. The weather outside in the day is too hot for me to handle, I feel physically ill to be out in it and my skin burns red, my scalp is burnt, my hair is frazzled. It's terrible but still, I dress like suave devil I am and people think I'm a mortal fan of that 'Lestat dude from Interview with the Vampire'. I instantly think I would like to kill the people who say that to me but then I realise I am a mortal and can't kill. I should also have some sort of a conscience but it seems it is lost.
I am a heart throb regardless of this of course, women fall at my feet as I am French and women love Frenchmen, we come from the land of love and we certainly know how to make it. If you want to know my preferences, I love women with natural blond hair and a man with dark but I'm not particularly picky you'll find. I was currently chatting to a girl at a bar on Rue Bourbon, I love drink, I love dancing and I love to flirt. Bourbon Street was the place to be as a mortal.
"Would you dance with me, babe?" She asked me, she had long dark hair, tanned skin, wide hips, a slender waist and plentiful breast pressed beneath a tight top. The first thing you should know is that I hate to be called babe. Lestat de Lioncourt is not a babe. Nether the less I gave her a charming smile and a piercing look.
"Of course, cherie, it would be my pleasure." I said back to her, making her giggle at the french way I had addressed her. I wrapped my arm around her waist to take her to the dance floor. Dancing in this century was a little different from the century I had been born, it was a lot more intimate and definitely a lot more sinful, which was fine by me.
The dance floor was packed full of other dancing people so there wasn't much space to move. The girl wrapped her arms around my neck and moved against me to the music. She looked up at me in a way that drunken women think is sexy but to me it makes them look like a 'slut' as people would call it nowadays. A lot of girls were sluts these days, normal women acted like prostitutes as though it was acceptable. I wasn't protesting though and I moved my hips against hers, it was quite arousing and my hands wandered her body, making her flutter her eyelashes.
I rolled my eyes over her shoulders and that is when I spotted a blond woman at the bar, she was beautiful and she seemed familiar but I didn't know many blond women. Perhaps I'd killed one of her sisters in the past, it was likely. I kept my eyes on her for the whole song, slightly worried that she would slip away before I could talk to her. I quickly brushed off the girl I'd been dancing with, receiving a rude hand gesture, and moved quickly to the bar.
I stopped behind the blond lady and leaned in to talk to her over the loud music. "Hello there, may I buy you a drink?" I said smiling, taking a stool beside her and waving the barman over for another drink for myself at least. I was speechless for once, I had many chat up lines to tell a beautiful lady but she was just beyond beautiful that none of them seemed suitable. I couldn't keep my eyes away from her.
