Lestat had lost the love of his existence the minute he chose to drain her in order to destroy Akasha. Now many years later, a musician has caught his eye, whether for good or ill. This musician resembles his lost love a great deal. Will he pursue, or let her fade amongst the other humans he exists around?
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Marius gazes at the young one in front of him, a hint of amusement shining in his gaze. [b "That used to be the case, before they lost one of their own. Now, should they feel we are a threat, they will alert the hunters, and we will have another war on our hands."] Guilt flashes through Lestat's gaze before he hides it away. He knows that it is due to his actions, along with Akasha's that things had become the way they were. [+red "The girl intrigues me for reasons that shall remain my own. I do not need to explain my actions to an infant who had not even lost his heart beat yet."] Marius let's out a soft sigh and places a hand on Lestat's shoulder. [b "Come now. Do not pick a fight on the very night I come to see you. Show me around, it's been quite a few years since I've been here."] Nodding slightly Lestat pulls himself free and walks away. Marius waits a moment before speaking to Oliver. [b "Advice the others not to antagonize him. Do not forget he and Akasha nearly drove this world back into the dark ages. I do not wish to deal with that a second time. We cannot afford it this time around. The humans would fight back, and I'm afraid to say that we would lose."] With that last sentence he follows behind Lestat and vanishes into the night.
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/20/d5/ed/20d5edb93aa86a1b079a6cbfda113c01.jpg]] Oliver kept himself still, watching Lestat. The man wasn't pleased with him before when in the company of humans, and he had no idea how he would respond one on one like this. And seeing the look in his eyes as the pther vampire turned to him, he felt a little trickle of fear well in him... And anticipation.
Something about immortality now and again made him reckless. And Oliver wondered to himself if he was seeking something destructive, or honestly curious. Looking to learn some insight from an elder vampire.
The taste of something even headier, however, bloomed on the air as another vampire's essence overtook Lestat's. And now, seeing the two bodies, Oliver realized that ancient thing he had tasted, that [i presence] was this other vampire. The power trickling along his skin, making his hair stand on end at the back of his neck. It was this ancient one. And he was very near to Oliver, stepping into the alleyway with them.
"[+goldenrod And- age hasn't lost you your interest in life?]" Oliver asked, curiosity on his tongue. "[+goldenrod Or... just because she hearkens back to yours?]"
He was but an embryo, it felt, next to the combined stock of this Marius and Lestat. But at least Lestat- his age, Oliver would say as he rolled what he felt like around in his mind, in the pit of his stomach... 3 centuries and some change? A rough estimate, but it was a fathomable age to him. 1700's. Palpable. History. But Marius- he seethed with the quiescent pendulousness that he would imagine a mountain would, if it were to be conscious. Could be tasted like Oliver knew how.
Fascination filled him. Questions. Yearning teased at Oliver, but he stayed silent.
But a question came from him before he could be quiet. "[+goldenrod Don't the Telemascans just observe? Not a part of it?]"
Lestat lets out a soft sigh as the woman's body goes limp and falls to the ground. Irritation fills his gaze as he turns to face the young immortal. However before he can form a retort, another voice calls out [b "I would like to know that as well."] Stepping out from the shadows Marius let's out a small chuckle upon seeing the look of surprise on their faces. [b "Come now, surely you knew I would check in on you, once in a while."]
Lestat simply shakes his head, a smirk crossing his lips. [+red "Always a flair for the theatrics, huh Marius?"] Marius does an overdone bow before standing up straight again. [b "Of course. Now then, please answer the young ones question. I myself am curious as well."] Letting out another sigh, Lestar simply leans against the wall behind him, the body of his victim obscured by his shadow. [+red "The musician does not provide for me. I am well off enough that I need no ones aid in that regard. As it stands, she simply intrigues me for her resemblance to someone I once knew. I simply wish to observe her, and I cannot do that if she is dead. Protecting her entourage simply happened. You know how the media now a days reacts to the deaths of celebrities. A hooker they do not care, but a well known band, well they will investigate, and we do not need the Telemascans, or the hunters after us."] Marius listens quietly before sighing softly. [b "You do make a fair point, but you cannot always be around to protect them."] [+red "I'm well aware of that, and nor do I plan to. The minute my intrigue is satisfied I shall step away."] He was lying, but they did not need to know that.
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/20/d5/ed/20d5edb93aa86a1b079a6cbfda113c01.jpg]] Presently, Oliver's curiosity got the better of him. Why had Lestat chosen this human to hover around? Certainly, she smelled rich, vibrant and alive, and he had all the fascination with her aspects as he did with many mortals. But what attachment could she possibly give him?
"[+goldenrod I'm going to go get a drink,]" he said, tapping Maven on the arm. "[+goldenrod If I'm not back by the time you leave, it was a pleasure meeting you.]"
"[B Here,]" Maven said, grabbing another card. "[B Keep in touch. It's always nice to find another like-minded bat running around here.]"
His smile widened, making a show of tucking the card in his inner pocket, and then making a bow to the both of the women. He took his leave, then, following the vague thrum of Lestat's presence. He left a trail, like ripples in water. But he had a tinge of scent to him. Something ancient lurked in him. Something alive.
And soon he was following the man and for a bit keeping himself relatively hidden as he could. The nice thing about being a young vampire, despite his self consciousness about it, was that you could fly relatively under the radar. He wasn't skilled enough to hide himself, yet. But he was just madiocre enough just to be passed. Call it a skill.
Until he was the only beating heart in the alleyway, when Lestat finished off his victim. Oliver still held the little scotch glass with his whiskey in it that he had stolen- out of habit- in his hand.
The blond vampire leaned his shoulder on the corner of the whitewashed building, gazing at Lestat, and crossed his ankle over the other. He took a sip of the alcohol in his hand, swishing it around his mouth, his teeth, feeling the dry sting, and then spit it out onto the pavestones.
"[+goldenrod Indulge a young whelp,]" he called softly to the other. "[+goldenrod Why protect a mortal, and her entourage, no less- if you did not want her for yourself?]"
"[+goldenrod Does she provide for you financially?]"
Aspen's face grew still, looking to Lestat with a surprised scowl on her face. "[+purple God, you sound like my grandpa.]"
Maven had to laugh, "[B Lestat, you're a little late in the evening. Oliver made the same comment, and you'll find Aspen is a bit too lesbian to have that issue.]"
Ah, there was that pet name again. Nickname. That was it. Stop being weird, and thank goodness your thoughts are only your own. No one need know your embarrassment. The idea of touring with him was exciting however.
Aspen and Maven watched him disappear into the mash of people.
With ears gone, Aspen glanced between Oliver and Maven. "[+purple He's not as fun as I hoped he would be.]"
Maven looked at her, pursing her lips a bit, feeling the urge to apologize for him. "[B Well, he's a little older than us.]" At this Oliver rolled his eyes in what appeared agreement, because the girls had no idea. He himself was a might older than them, a young man in the 1980's, and now something close to 57 with the same face as these cute mortals.
The German frowned, "[B I don't know, of course he's going to be different than what we see on TV. We all have personas we give them. But- it seems like a fire's gone out of him. He was so-]" she pushed her mouth to the side, screwing up her face a bit as she reached for the words. "[B Dimmer. That's what it is. There's less flames. Maybe he's sad, too.]"
Aspen sighed, shoulders slumping a little and Oliver tipped his head to the side a bit, eyes following after the direction of the elder. He wanted to comment, to say that that happened with those on the precipice of 'ancient'. Immortals, truly, weren't that everlasting. And he had a sense, a wonder, if Lestat was nearing his precipice. He didn't have the stink on him, however. Well groomed as always. He remembered the outrage the brat prince had given the community seventeen years ago. His 'death' and disappearance. But it seemed the roach was clever, and still remained.
Aspen arched her brows at Maven though, "[+purple Well, well, who knew you had so much game!]" she nudged the taller woman who laughed a bit, shrugging. "[+purple When are you going to tell him we're leaving for Paris in a week, though?]"
Maven shrugged. "[B He's a big boy, he can ask me. Invitation's open to whenever. That's saying he wants anything more than to network with me.]" He did say he was reinvigorating his band. It was general coversation between musicians, collaborations and such thrown about easily. But, he did say it so soon. Perhaps he really was inspired. By... her?
Maven's eyes cut to the side, immediately quashing that idea. Stop assuming. He saved your stupid ass from a bunch of randos, and then happened by you on a goth circuit of bars. It's nothing.
But her thoughts were drifing again, listening to Aspen, Oliver and the rest talking. It was generally her part in conversation, to listen. She listened a lot. Only thing with Lestat was he didn't talk a lot, and so she had to compensate. Or, he caught her coming down off of terror and adrenaline where she [i couldn't] stop talking.
Lestar shakes his head at Aspen attempted to flirt with him and Oliver. [+red "Careful with whom you tease, you may not enjoy it when their attention is on you."] He says quietly. His gaze goes back to Maven she makes a joke about him being scared. [+red "No, Litte Muscian, I am not scared. I haven't felt fear in many years."] And in truth hadn't, not since he had held Jesse's body until cooled. [+red "I will show some of the places I took inspiration from for some of my old music videos. But that will have to wait for another night. If you will all excuse me."] With that last sentence he walks away and blends in with the rest of the bar patrons. He had no intention of leaving while they were still here and among vampires, but it was becoming difficult for him to ignore his thirst and still appear intrigued by their chatter.
The band laughed along as well, catching his on-brand joke, though they assumed it was for coloring his persona.
Maven gave an exasperated puff, "[B These weak Englishmen are too soft for absinthe, too. I can't find a proper one anywhere, even here! Your bars don't think little Eastern European bats like us want the tough stuff, I suppose?]" the foreigner joked, half serious, waving her free hand towards the bar with a shake of her head.
Nils and Rye gave a toast in Finnish to her on that, raising their glasses, and Aspen stuck her tongue out. "[+purple Gross, no thanks. I'd rather take a tall drink of water,]" the tiny woman crooned, humor in her gaze as she nodded towards Lestat. She winked, all in good humor, and waggled her eyebrows at Oliver, beside Lestat who laughed, putting a hand up as if to hide his face, porcelain cheeks in no way reddening.
"[B I think you will do fabulously,]" Maven said to him, giving him an appraising look. "[B Don't tell me you're scared, big vampire?]"
Maven frowned a little at that, hearing him wistful, worrying. Again, he was quick to change moods, it seemed. Perhaps something was bothering him like it had been the last time they met. But she endeavored to put a little, crooked grin on her face for him, not sure how yet to treat these moods. It was a weekend, this was the fun stuff. She would try and be distracting and chipper for him.
"[B Running away to join a band isn't living it to the best? My, my, you've got standards I don't yet comprehend, sir.]" She nudged his arm a bit, making an effort to keep light. "[B Besides, I've got a very patient therapist for whatever else I've got on my mind.]"
Anders set his drink on the table, "[+red Gods, mine is a saint.]"
[+red "I'm good for right now, thank you. As it stands, they don't care my preferred drink. Too high in iron they said."] Several of the vampires let out amused chuckles, knowing that he meant he preferred blood over alcohol. Sadness fills Lestat's eyes as Maven speaks of mortality. He quickly tries to hide it and puts a small smile on his lips. [+red "If that is what you would like, then I shall endeavor to do my best."] He pauses for a moment before taking her card. As he looks it over his posture stiffens as her scent hits him full force. Taking a discreet step away he puts her card into his jacket pocket. [+red "I would not be so focused on mortality that it becomes your main thought. You only have one life, live it to the best of your extent. You never know when you're own mortality with end."] His voice had grown sad towards the end. While many of the vampires relished in being immortal, he did not. He constantly felt alone, and he knew that he would always be alone, until the end of days.
The knit between her brows lessened a bit, relief spilling into a little smile. Perhaps her impression on him wasn't as bad as she had feared.
She hunched her shoulders a bit, feeling a little bashful in front of his pet names. It was cute, she liked the rhyming. But something was telling her to hide how it twisted something bright and endeared in her stomach.
"[B Whatever you like,]" she responded, shoulders relaxing, and resisting the urge to bite at her lower lip. Lipstick, remember your lipstick.
Aspen's mouth opened in gleeful shock, mortification freezing on Maven's. "[+purple She [i did]?!]" she shook Maven's shoulder a bit, batting at it, scandalized. Maven had taken to embarrassed laughing, dropping her eyes. "[+purple That sounds about right,]" she grinned over at Lestat. "[+purple It [i wasn't] too good to be true to be rescued by her favorite vampire!]"
"[+purple [i Which] we still need to treat you for, can we get you a drink or anything?]"
"[B I want to see as much of the older parts as I can. I like seeing what cities were like when they were small, when they were winding, scarier. At least mortally,]" she said, shrugging as she thought of data thievery and such now. Different terror. "[B It's all rather inspiring, isn't it?]"
Maven tipped her head a bit at that, eyes tracing to the side a bit as a thought occurred to her. "[B Well... would you like to show me some of them yourself, then?]" She stepped closer to Lestat as she dropped her voice, her fingers dipping fluidly into a pocket where she procured between her two forefingers a little, black card for him, shiny like her fingernails. It had white printing on it, and a little filligreed bat in amongst decoration at the center. Around it had her name and some of her contact information.
"[B Or, if not, and you're ever looking to contact us again for this music date, there you go.]" She grinned a bit, arching her brows to him, turning it over deftly in her fingers to look at its face herself.
A soft laugh escapes his lips as she expresses interest in the lest mundane aspects of London. [+red "Don't worry Little Musican, you did not forget your manners when we met. Shall I simply address you as Maven from how on? Or what about Little Raven. It rhymes does it not?"] It was clear he was simply trying to tease her, which he did not often to do. Contrary to most vampires, Lestat held on to his humanity, as much as he could. It had become harder after Jesse's death, but he was still trying. He glances over at Aspen and shakes his head. [+red "I'm afraid we didn't do much talking, and at the time she simply assumed I was a look alike of myself. But as it stands, I will let you all know when the concert will be. Who knows, perhaps we do a, how do you put it, a collab?"] His gaze lands on Oliver as Maven explains she had told him places she would like to see. [+red "I see. Well do be careful. As you saw, things tend to go bump in the night."]
Maven nodded, "[B He says he came to our show that night we met, too.]" There was a little, gently excited smile on her face as she said it, trying hard not to show how much that meant to her. But it was clear in the turn of her brows. They knew she still had Lestat the Vampire's one and only album on CD from when she was younger.
Returning to him when he spoke, Maven's expression faltered a bit, worry crossing it. "[B I did introduce myself the other night, didn't I? Not- not that I don't like the nickname, I promise.]"
And on to London: the thing he actually asked her about. "[B It's a very big city,]" she said, frowning a bit. "[B But so far I don't hate it, so that's nice. There's a lot to see, and it's nice to be in one of the places that goth was bourne into the world. I want to see more of the cathedrals and cemeteries, mostly. The old stuff. City things make me kind of tired, as I was just telling Oliver here.]" she said, giving him a nod in an attempt to keep him at least acknowledged in conversation.
He smiled back, making a motion to seem like he was nursing his drink. A close-lipped sip on the edge of the glass.
Maven's eyes widened a bit at what he said, blinking blankly. Just like that? He was back in action? "[B Really?]" she breathed, excitement glinting in the backs of green eyes.
She smiled again, thinking about that for a moment. Looking up at him in real life on stage. "[B That would be amazing, we would love to.]"
There was an affirming murmur from the others at the table, and Aspen spoke up. "[+purple Did she at all tell you that she was a fan when you were active, back in the 2000's*?]" She pulled on Maven's mesh sleeve, smiling up at Lestat from her measley 5'3".
She was dressed in a snug, black dress that had the chest, shoulders and sleeves all smooth, sheer mesh, showing bits and pieces of her tattoos. She had left her jacket draped over her shoulders, hiding most of them, but her forearms peeked out, what wasn't covered in glovelets and bracelets. Tonight, too, she had her hair done up and away from the shaved sides of her head in a very 1980's trad fashion, ducking her head so it shivered slightly with the movement. The other night she had had it down on the sides of her head, straight, long like Jesse's.
*working off of the movie dates there, not the book, because that said 1980's
Amusement flashes in gaze as he takes in the faces of those introduced him. As his gaze meets the other vampires, his previous warning runs through their minds. [+red "It is a pleasure to meet you all. Though some of you I have seen before."] He says, flashing a fang revealing smile. [+red "So Little Muscian, how are you enjoying London? Aside from our last meeting of course."] He was interested in her response and at the same time not. He was trying very hard not to get attached to her, and yet he is acting as her protector once more. [+red "I do have some good news for you though. My band has been revived. So, hopefully when we do our first show, you and yours may attend. If you are so inclined."]
Oliver's gaze was steady on Lestat, wary. But his thoughts were open to the creature before him that could hear the vibrations of his processes. Thoughts of 'just a taste'. His hunger wasn't ravenous, but extant nonetheless. It wasn't just talking. But it could have been. His thoughts were more on reading Lestat before him- tasting his age and rolling it around in his own mind. Brown eyes glanced over the elder vampire before him. The other preternatural beings intermingling with the mortals had their attentions on the sparks between the two. Was Oliver that stupid...? That prideful? Surely not, he was a self preserving coward. And sure enough, he made no more move, inclining his head to his superior and looking back to Maven.
She stared between them, eyes on Lestat as he stepped away from her.
In her thoughts there were no intentions of wandering astray of her group. Not even for something cute with a nice voice. She hadn't the intention to do more than keep in contact.
She was still reeling with this intervention, looking at Lestat as he turned to face her again, the picture of relaxation as he situated himself against the standing cluster of tables.
But her face heated again as he continued to call her helpless, foreigner. Maven's eyes dropped, insulted, and stayed silent, pressing her lips over any response. As feminine as she had been made to feel earlier, this was too much, and her pride blossomed in a heated roll over her. Her jaw tightened, again confused by his insistence that was beginning to feel like sexism. And this possessiveness... so hot and cold, he was, so strange. But. Then again, she didn't [i know] him. He was a celebrity. A stranger.
But it didn't stop her from gazing at him for those moments, weighing his realness before her. Lestat was back again. It felt unreal. And she snapped back into action when he prompted her, blinking.
"[B I- yes, Lestat these are some of my bandmates. This is Aspen, our keyboardist,]" sh gestured to the deathrocker next to her, and the only other woman in the band at least. She had a big grin, giving him a little twinkling motion of her fingers to Lestat. Very drunk. "[B Nils Jorgmandsson, lead guitar,]" A brunette, hair longer than any of the ladies, sporting a goatee. He was a large man with a sleeveless shirt and leather studded bracers. He gave a little wave with a thick hand. "[B Anders Liedorf, our bassist.]" Another man, black haired, short, with mismatched eye contacts, a clean, white painted face with dark makeup and high, arched eyebrows that looked somewhere between drawn on and expertly plucked. He smiled, the rings in his lip twinkling in the bar lights. Slender, this one, and petite in a sheer, black button up mesh shirt and skinny, shiny pants.
"[B Our drummer, Rye, is next to his friend he made, Asher,]" A bald human- the drummer- that toasted the newcomer with his beer, no shirt, only a collar and a little leather vest with patches all over it, and Asher, one of the vampires, androgynous, and simply nodding their head, mute to Lestat and eyeing him.
"[B And this is Oliver,]" she gestured with her glass in front of her to the blond vampire she had been talking with, who nodded also to Lestat.
Oliver gave a wry, dimly emboldened smile to Lestat, "[+goldenrod A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance,]" he said, tipping his untouched glass to the elder.
Maven didn't recall the other two vampire's names, apologizing sincerely, who waved her off and said it was alright, they had just met. Caroline and Winter. They had been standing between the guitarist and bassist, talking to them, in matching outfits.
"[+purple Is this the man who saved you last weekend?]" Aspen asked, pointing with a freed finger from her glass to Lestat.
Maven nodded, "[B Yes, everybody, this is Lestat.]" There was another chorus of greetings to him.
[+red "Just talking. Hm. My apologies then Little Musician."] He says, his voice calm as he gently pulls him arm from her hand. [+red I overreacted. However, my warning stands. You're not from around here, keep that in mind. Not everyone is what they pretend to be."] With that last shot he takes a step away from them and leans against the table, his gaze roaming over the people there. [+red "So...care to introduce me to your band? Or would you rather I leave?"] A small smirk plays on his lips as he sees the irritation flash in the other vampires' eyes.
[left [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/21/cf/db/21cfdbef1cc828c07e46616c99ef8306.jpg]] Maven smiled, "[B No? You've never heard black metal before?]"
Oliver gave a bit of a shamed glance down, "[+goldenrod No, I'm afraid not. But I'd like to.]" He leaned a bit closer so they could hear better, the claiming a side of the round, full table.
Maven smiled, excited. She liked showing people the things she liked, and making connections, even though she was positive that he was just being agreeable. She wasn't sure if he was trying to get anything tonight, but he was certainly easy on her temperament, and on the eyes.
The din of the crowds on a weekend in a popular bar was at times deafening or would quiet a bit, but somehow she was hearing Oliver perfectly fine. It was when another voice, a voice familiar that she didn't think she would hear ever again in her personal vicinity came close that her face changed. She leaned away from Oliver to look around- see if she had heard right- just as a figure moved between them, cutting Oliver off from her. And with their proximity, it was a very pointed motion he made.
Maven blinked, blankly, as she processed the body that was in front of her. With it, she saw the unmistakeable mousy honey blond, the waves, the voice; honeyed, now, even with whatever undercurrent he held in his tone was now.
"[B Lestat...?]" she murmured, brow knitting.
It was such a possessive motion he had made, coming between them, that over the feeling of self-conscious weakness being near one of your idols- or anyone you worried about impressing or making a good impression on- gives you, her face heated with confused consternation. Especially when he was threatening someone who actually wasn't bad company for a man for once.
A warm hand went to Lestat's arm glancing to Oliver who exchanged a look with her. "[B What are you doing? We were just talking.]"
Oliver had fear on his face in the way his features stilled, his brow held between anger and trepidation before the man between them. Did he recognize Lestat too? Or was it just his intrusion? He held tight, as if choosing between fleeing and feeling how his pride rose at the challenge.
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/20/d5/ed/20d5edb93aa86a1b079a6cbfda113c01.jpg]] The platinum blond, younger vampire before the aged one nodded, slow, deliberate. "[+goldenrod Just talking,]" he repeated. His voice was measured, cautioning. Anger slid underneath his tone, but it was covered in a pointed, wary neutrality.
Maven felt distinctly chastised with this, but mostly confused; firstly by the man's appearance at all, and secondly by this show of defensiveness for one of his fans, someone he had been little but frustrated by when they met, she had concluded. These weren't the people that had tried to hurt her before, and he wasn't her immediate friend or anything... just an acquaintance.
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