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011 ; Fine, human skin... [30 Jan 2007|08:24am] [ mood | indescribable ] The moment I woke up, aware to the fact I could not hear anything but the mild drone of a heater in my room, I knew it was true. Me, Lestat, a human again. It's too bad I cannot enjoy such things in a nicer place – since I've been thrown up into the emptiness also known as the 10th floor. Too much has clouded me internally, perhaps I will think things over and just on all accounts, try to make the best of what has been given to me (although rahter unwillingly). At least within my company, a familiar face is companion for the night. But it is plenty awkward… Damn me for things I've done and for thinking too hard on every little thing thrown in my direction. But it has always, unfortunately been like that, I would undoubtfuly believe. ( Private to Dante. ) 8 comments|post comment

010 ; [24 Jan 2007|07:38am] [ mood | annoyed ] Don't...come near me. Any of you! 22 comments|post comment

009 ; [15 Jan 2007|12:33am] [ mood | troubled ] I do not like where and how I've been forced to spend my evening. :( Upon entering I found what I thought was merely a joke, is real. How on Earth would they make a creature such as myself sleep in such a place as this room here? And movements - of all the precise I have made, I allow myself to touch the real. And their voices; they reign within me both high and mighty, sorrowful and scared. It was only an invitation to remind me of daily sin. That I am truly incapable of being a good embodied soul; that I carry the constant debt of being an uncontrollable blood-loving monster. Wounds I thought could and would heal have once again been re-opened without second thought, and there is a thrust of unimaginative pain that crawls within my pre-dead body. Even past the fact my roommate is a loveable creature of a close kind to mine cannot even calm me. To be trapped amongst such things as walls stained red and multi-level octave level calls from the ones of my past... Sure I once fed only on the criminally binded; freeing the innocent from their fate of sudden death, but had those bad men and women been innocent to me as well? A counteractive? A double negative? Has there been any right to my vampiric life? What is wrong and what is right with any of this? And these tears - so alien to me; enough to make me believe I would never feel or taste them again. They color my face in small, thin lined streaks, the same color as the walls that enclose me... They know how to say just the right things. Only rage will come from a battle such as this. 54 comments|post comment

008 ; [12 Jan 2007|06:23am] [ mood | indifferent ] [ music | Morrissey → Irish Blood, English Heart ] I do not like where this judgment of my kind is going. This being something I generally don't think twice, nor care about...It would seem that something strange has definitely found a place within me. This leaves me rather uneasy, but ah, it will pass. These days, I have a feeling, will be interesting. And to all of the lovelies, mainly Lara, please forgive my delay on our rendezvous together. It will come in good time; I do give my word to that. 4 comments|post comment

007 ; [31 Dec 2006|08:40pm] [ mood | impressed ] Although my time alone has been sparse since I arrived in this hotel, I managed to become nostalgic enough to compose a short (yet deliciously long) song for the manner of my feelings towards many humans, and immortals alike, who have forever embedded themselves within my brain. Do you all know that I was once the most looked upon rock star of more than a decade ago? I should spare old stories, but ah, did my kind hate the fact I revealed myself to the world. You all should read my books, really, you would have an in depth look on just one persona of the many that roam this hotel. Claudia presented me with the most exquisite piece of jewelery I've owned in quite a while. Spare the eye roll if I muster the attempt to show it off to you someday. Did anyone hear the piano playing on the glorious Christmas night? I was finally aloud to hear wonderful composers, thanks to my fledgling child. But for now, I will leave you with my lyrical train of thought. Perhaps I will find myself eager enough to preform once again - oh you lucky beings. There is a venue for such things isn't there? I'm sure I ran across it once or twice in my lingering of the many places of Toujours... ( Deadhead; dedicated to Claudia. ) (( ooc: Haha, I couldn't resist. I'm addicted. Uh, that song is clearly not by me, but by the fantastical Devin Townsend (who I've dubbed Lestat's singing voice to be)!, so copyright to him. If you're interested in hearing it then you can download it right here. ♥ )) 13 comments|post comment

006 ; [23 Dec 2006|05:59pm] [ mood | cheerful ] [ music | HIM → Wicked Game ] Wintertime and the Christmas spirit...Something I've yet to detest even after all of these years. The fireplace in the lobby is quite nice, although I cannot get much amusement from the warmth it gives. So say there are gifts for us, but from who? I would like to indulge myself but I am also weary of what could be inside of the box. Hmm, perhaps I will wait it out until I can possibly wait no longer. Claudia, you have one as well? I do care to know what you've received, if you take the gander. Splendid that we are allowed to pick our rooms for the evening. I'll settle myself into the blandest of floors just this once so I can sleep without infused mishaps or distraction. My child, you may join me if you like unless you feel your independence is a must. It will not bother me either way! Happy holidays guests of Toujours. 7 comments|post comment

005 ; [05 Dec 2006|05:46am] [ mood | bored ] ( Models, huh? ) To hold Claudia in my arms again is to wake from a terrible hundred year old nightmare. She is quaint and although almost cost me my life, I cannot help but still adore my child, fledgling, daughter of the sorts. Terrible, that I cannot summon Louis to her, I know she wishes to be with him most. Have any of you had the opportunity to meet Dante? He's quite the catch I must admit. A troublesome but amusing brute...not human either. Go figure? There is quite an eccentric group closed off in this large building... Akito I wish to see you. Are we not companions now? Your smell looms in places and I wish to have it as my own...Hmm, I suppose I was wrong to assume at my arrival that blood would not be plentiful. Many said guests smell appealing, I hold my grounds but believe me when I say when it is offered, it's rather flattering. This man singing on my gadget at the moment - reminds me terribly of myself. Ah, the old California days when I rebelled against my kind and became a rock star; telling our secrets. Nothing wrong with being nostalgic, right? These rather...physically impossible things happening to you mortals - I give you the smallest amounts of my sympathy. 65 comments|post comment

004 ; [30 Nov 2006|10:23pm] [ mood | shocked ] I can smell her. That distinct, little woman smell. Dear God Claudia, how are you alive? 6 comments|post comment

003 ; [29 Nov 2006|10:04pm] [ mood | gloomy ] [ music | 311 → Love Song ] Does anyone here happen to play the piano? I so seldom wish to hear specific songs or branches of music, but my mood that currently sways so troublesome asks for it. I found one on the outskirts of the lobby, surrounded by an array of comfortable looking furniture. Perhaps if Sybelle was here she would inquire in such events. It has been too long since I last heard her band away at the keys with the love, determination and passion that flows through her young vampire veins. Is it terrible of me to fret? Of course I've gone long sessions without any of my kind before, but because it is so specific that I will not be able to (unless they so happen to enter this place) makes me feel all the more needy. I scares me! Oh damn, how I hate to admit it but I need the frustration my fledglings pawn so easily onto me. I haven't been frightened since the Devil himself tricked me out of the heavens and his heathen brats stole my eye. Although I have found a brand of content, things are still wearisome to say the least. 10 comments|post comment

002 ; [28 Nov 2006|04:44am] [ mood | talkative ] [ music | Philip Glass → I'm Going to Make a Cake ] I seem to have made many acquaintances for only being here such a short while. Suppose I took mortals for granted? Immortals as well. Nusaken is a fine piece of work, especially after he allowed me to indulge myself on his...taste. That was a new intoxication all on its own. Delicious in a difference preference, but still acceptable. A shame I had to pull away after just two long draws, but I wouldn't want to accidentally pick up unwanted "symptoms". A pleasant kiss and conversation feed made up for the loss of what I would have liked most - could you see it? My face had taken a soft tint of blue! It is a shame Dean that you don't seem to enjoy the brilliant creatures company as I had. :) But for the mortals well, I seem to have already made a mortal companion? Please excuse me if I do say, nothing will come close to conforming to the compatibility between my fledglings and I, but this young man - Akito is his name. A cherub of his own kind, well, we have agreed to some kind of contract, more or less. I can say that this was a bargain I could not refuse. Me, Lestat, asked to be the company of what is usually my prey? Fantastic. Of course, he is allowing me to feed from him, so let us hope my gluttonous nature does not press into me much. He is a frail thing and I wouldn't be too delighted to kill the lad, not when we've taken off on such good terms. And Akito yourself, would you excuse my ramblings, fear, I do not plan on killing you. In the long run of what I'm trying to say, I've never had a companion quite like this before. Of course, there had been David when he was mortal - before the mishap with the body switching. He was more of a companion than anything, but it was not requested such as this. I no longer have to watch my prey or as humans would like to call it, stalking. At least I no longer have to even think of condemning to the bottom dwelling animals that run free within the hotels. That's downgrading and honestly something only my Louis would do since he is undoubtedly the most human of all of us. Oh dear if he knew I'd say something like that... Another thing I've taken note to is the no longer need to fret about the sunlight. Although I didn't fret to begin with, a sleeping pattern is no longer the heed of my existence. Although like any creature I crave the inevitable time to wander off in my dreams, if that much. But, I no longer have to bargain with a coffin when I can merely doze off within the bedding of this grand and lavish place. I've taken close notice to a few souls who have surrendered themselves for finding an escape route, and it would be so kind of them to share if they finally do. ♥ 6 comments|post comment

001 ; [25 Nov 2006|07:59am] [ mood | uncomfortable ] [ music | Sneaker Pimps → Walking Zero ] Atrocious. The smell of oil and rust inside the works of a fake human being. Whom had the idea to have mechanics working as the employees of such a so called 'lavish' hotel? I'm strictly appalled by this unsettling fact that I cannot leave. Something actually being able to stop me? It makes me wish and desire to leave all the more sooner. Besides, if we cannot leave, how do we suppose I drink? It may be true that I can go for a long while without any blood, but my boredom has many a time, gotten the best of me. If the employees are machines, then that only leaves the other hotel guests...right? Sigh, it's a shame that I will no longer be able to feed fully to my want. I haven't even been here for half a day and it's already a damper on my once pleasant parade. I do hope David, Armand or even Louis show up. Although I'm sure they are all laughing at my expense right now...how I wish to be accompanied by someone I love. I wonder if any of them have come across the same invitation as me? A part of me wishes they will be smart enough to stay away, but then again I'm selfish and I want them here. It is impossible to be content without them, and drearily I am already feeling the withdrawal. I just need to keep myself occupied for the time being. 92 comments|post comment

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