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The Temptress
This one is something that was started by Lestat and I in a pretty spontaneous bit of role play. That bit is the "Prologue" portion of this. Then she started a RP on another site. It got deleted, then I restored it, then I deleted it... I want to continue it, but doubt the mods on the other site will leave it alone. So, I am posting it here in hopes that she will come on this site and continue it with me.
The rating at this point is 13. Some slash, only in that the object of the Temptress's desire has a male lover. If you find that objectionable, stop reading now.
Since this has been interactive, I have separated the "parts" written by each of us by **** Hope it isn't too confusing.
Last edited by wanderingsoul, 7/28/2003, 9:38 pm
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
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Prologue:
The forest is dark, but the full moon above casts a magical glow over two figures as they stand face to face, their bodies nearly touching.
Lovely Lestat you know that my soul belongs to you He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, knowing the risk, yet willing to risk nearly all for the taste of her sweet lips.
Ahh, Lucas she murmured as she kissed him. Is it true that your heart belongs to another? Perhaps it dud not bother her, but still, it was unfair to him...
Yes, my is heart truly does belong to another. Truly, deeply, forever. His words carried with them an honesty that was unquestionable.
That is so sweet. It was hard to keep the bitterness from her voice.
But so true.
You disappoint me, Lucas. I can usually get what I want.
He laughed slightly I've no doubt about that at all. You would be hard to deny anything to. He turned and took a few steps away from her, as if trying to put some distance between them.
As are you. Her voice was soft, seductive. I have been told I am a temptress, and I guess that much is true, but when I am near you, dear Lucas, its very hard to resist the feelings inside.
You are very sweet. And temptress would be a good term for you. It's very hard, though, to resist someone who knows what she wants and takes initiative to get it. That is very hard to resist. And truly it was. He had tried so many times before and had failed.
She walked over to him and placed her fingers on the nape of his neck, put her lips close to his ear and whispered softly, Do you know what magic I have? Can you resist what you create?
He caught his breath slightly at the warmth of her breath upon his ear. He entwined his fingers in her soft hair and turned his head, his lips close to hers, and whispered, I can only resist so much He pressed his lips to hers, softly, tenderly, savoring their silken softness, their sweetness.
She smiled to herself and kissed returned his kiss. Evil temptress as I may be, the thought of how much passion you withhold makes me want you more. She looked up at him. Do you think I am evil?
As if in response, he pulled her close to him, feeling the heat from her body pass to his, wanting their bodies to melt together, to become one But as his fingers touched her, as they felt her soft skin, as his lips tasted hers, he was reminded of the lips of another and how soft they felt upon his, reminded of the feeling of his skin touching his, of the smile in his eyes as he he told him he loved him now and forever
And he pushed her away slightly. No, you are not evil... You are tempting, intoxicating, but not evil.
She looked at him in subtle rage. I can still feel your body, your lips, on mine... Who knows if I am evil, for what I am feeling, I could be...
He raised one hand to caress her beautiful cheek, feeling electricity flowing from her skin through his fingers. He looked into her eyes, seeing the emotions that cloud them. No...you could never be evil. Such beauty could never hold true evil. He smiled ruefully. Temptress you may be, and I will admit you tempt me beyond all that is reason, but I could never believe that one ounce of evil could exist within such a perfect form.
She pushed his hand away and fought back the tears of memories of them together. Evil is beauty, if you say I am beautiful you are indeed under my spell! She took a step back and looked away.
He put his hands on her shoulders, pulling her back to him, kissing her hair, then the nape of her neck. I am truly under your spell. The heat from your spell of temptation courses through my body like a raging river of molten lava. He pulled her even closer to him, his body pressing once more against hers. But I resist your spell even though it costs me so much... There is no evil in you. I refuse to believe that. Only true beauty, and womanly desire... A desire I have known, have tasted, have savored as the sweetest thing on this earth.
A shiver ran through her at the touch of his lips on her neck, but id did not reduce the anger she felt for the other--the one he had such true love for that he could resist her, no matter what spells she threw his way
He laughed softly against her skin. I know you would throw every spell you have at me right now. I can feel the tension in you, and understand its source, its direction. He touched the strands of her hair, letting them slide through his fingers, feeling their smooth silk-like texture. He sighed at the memories of her. But love is the strongest spell that can be cast upon a man. There is nothing earth or in the heavens that can break it. Even were the object of that love to be no more, the love would still continue, would still be all consuming.
Her eyes flashed with the silver of magicand jealousy as her anger became overpowering. She stepped away from him and tried to keep him at bay. Temptress I am, tempter you be, to resist you I need the power of love, one I cannot have.
He saw the flash in her eyes and felt himself pulled into them, felt their magic drawing him downward into their swirling depths. He felt his body leaning toward hers, closing the space she had made between them. But he stopped as he felt an invisible barrier suddenly thrown up between them. He pulled back, standing straight, sighing deeply. The I must resist you. If you have not the power to resist me, have not the power of love to aid you, then the task must fall to me.
He shook his head sadly, with regret. And it is a task that is more difficult than any other I have ever faced. The pain of it knows no bounds. Yet, if love truly be the spell that has been cast upon me, then love will be the power I must draw upon for this task. He looked once more into her eyes. And so, thus empowered must turn from you this last time, my beautiful, intoxicating temptress. There is nothing I can give you. Everything that I have, everything that I am belongs to another. To tempt you with only a taste of what you desire would be the cruelest form of gift. I cannot do that to you. Even though I would wish to spend one more evening, one more night of pleasure in your arms... Still, I must turn away.
She walked closer to him, fighting back the wall she knew he felt one through which she could pass, for love held no power over her... She took his hand in hers and kissed it softly, her silver eyes never once leaving his own dark ones. She whispered to the wind, Love is nothing without you, dear Lucas. And I will love that memory till the day you return to me, with no shadow of regret, but only the warm feeling of your heart... For now, I am vanquished, by the mysterious other of your true love. I know that you love me, and you always will, for that you cannot fight from me, but I respect that you have undoubted and unquestionable love for the one who told you they loved you, before I had the chance... So for now I will say farewell. My magic can only hold your heart, but not the feelings inside it, or your soul. But I will cling forever to the memory of you and I... She looked at him, waiting, hoping, for a response.
His eyes locked with hers. He felt rather than heard her words, felt them pounding inside his heart. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the very scent of her. There are no vanquished in love, my beloved. There can only be victors. No one can truly lose having once felt the longing of desire, the heat of passion, the beauty of love. Those things never leave you. They are yours to keep for eternity. And you know there is within me a part of my heart that will only beat for you. A part that is yours to hold for the length and breadth of eternity. No one will ever take that from you--and no one, not even he who hold my soul in his hands--will ever take that from me.
He kissed her lips gently, his lips barely brushing hers. Farewell, my beautiful beloved. Your spell will haunt me for eternity. I know I shall never be completely free of its tender trap.
He turned and walked away. His entire body ached with longing for her, but so it must be. And as he walked away from her, he heard a voice whispering in his ear, a soft voice, a strong voice... it said, "I love you" and he knew that it was that voice, and the one who owned it, that gave him the strength to move his feet down the path he must now tread.
She watched after him, tears welling in her eyes. But she understood.. and told him silently, I will wait for you, my love for eternity and a day
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
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Re: The Temptress
*a small frail teenage girl with silky blonde hair wanders out onto her balcony at midnight, she whispers softly to herself, her eyes closed, feeling the caress of the wind on her long white night gown*
Kiss me or I will fall into a dark deep slumber from which I will never be awoken
Tell me that you love me or the words you speak will never be outspoken
Touch me or I will die a thousands deaths of pain
Hold me close and save me from what drives me insane
Doesnt anybody want me, or will I just disappear
Is love too hard for my heart to hear
*she imagines her dark prince behind her, kissing her softly on the neck, and a small tear falls from her eye as he is gone never to return, her love is dead...she is ready to give up, for he will always love another and she must live without him for eternity. He called her his temptress, lovely lestat, and how she longs for him once more, to kiss him, and to hold him. To be with him forever more.*
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Her beauty was beyond compare. So many nights he had dreamt of her, had felt the silken strands of her hair fall through his fingers as he kissed her sweet lipsonly to awaken to the emptiness of the night without her. This night was no exception. He awoke to the warmth of his love beside him, yet he was cold. He rose from the comfort of his sleeping loves arms and walked outside. The stars above shone like diamonds in the night, but surely they were pale shadows by comparison to her eyes!
He closed his eyes and saw those eyes once more. They looked up at him with love and desire, a soft, sweet smile upon those rose petal lips, her cheek brushed pink by that same rose that had kissed her lips. His fingers touched that soft cheek as he bent to kiss those sweet lips
He opened his eyes abruptly, shaking his head sharply. Would those visions now haunt him even when he was awake? Would she NEVER leave his head? She would surely never leave his heart
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial. He stared at it, noticing how the moonlight lit its ruby red contents, making it seem to glow with the fires of hell. Yet there was heaven in that vial. He turned it over several times, watching the contents swirl, watching the fires burn more brightly. Was it heaven? Or was it just one more moment of hell that the vial contained? The Sorceress had said to drink the contents by moonlight. He glanced up at the full moon overhead. She had said the contents would transport himin spiritto whatever place he wished. Once there, his spirit would take his form, solid enough to be seenand felt, yet transient enough that the first rays of dawn would send it back to its natural home. But he would have one more nightone LAST nightwith his beautiful temptress
For 3 cycles of the moon he had concealed this vial, had not even dared look at itlest he be tempted by it. But tonight He opened the vial and raised it to his lips. He caught the scent of the ruby-red liquid. It smelled sweet, like ripe cherries. It was an inviting scent. No doubt meant to be so, meant to lure him into drinking it, lure him into yielding to his forbidden desire! He thought of his love, sleeping inside, unaware of the temptation he was fighting alone outside. But all he would have to do would be to go back inside, back into that soft bed, back into his loves armsand all temptation would cease At least for another night But how long could he go on like this? How many more nights could he bear to be woken from dreams of her only to face this same temptation? Would it not be better just to yield to the temptation? To have it over and done with once and for all? Surely that would release him from this hell?
He looked once more at the swirling liquid, inhaled deeply once more, letting its sweet scent drown his senses. Surely one moment of heavenor even one moment of sheer hell!would be better than a lifetime of torment? He raised the vial to his lips and drank the contents. He grimaced as he tasted the liquid. Its scent had been so sweet, yet it tasted so bitter! But that was the true essence of love! Biter and sweet at the same time! He closed his eyes as the liquid burned its way down his throat. He felt the heat from it spread through his entire body, felt its fires consume him. He clenched his lips tightly, not wanting to cry out from the pain of the burning, not wanting to wake his love from his peaceful sleep. But it was so intense! His head started to swim and he reached out for something to hold, to steady him. But there was nothing there and he fell. He seemed to fall forever, plunging into an abyss of fire! Surely the Sorceress had given him the wrong vial! It had been an evil trick, meant to lure him into committing his body and his soul to hell! As he plunged further and further into the abyss, his thoughts turned to his sleeping love and felt a sadness deeper than the abyss into which he was plunging. He would awaken and find him what? Gone? Dead? Lying on the ground, a burned, charred mass of flesh? The last thing his minds eye saw as he lost consciousness was the tears on his loves face as he grieved for his loss.
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Her beauty was beyond compare. So many nights he had dreamt of her, had felt the silken strands of her hair fall through his fingers as he kissed her sweet lipsonly to awaken to the emptiness of the night without her. But as his eyes opened he beheld her. She stood thereright before his eyes!the moonlight making her silky blonde hair look almost silver, her white gown making her appear almost as a ghost!
He caught his breath sharply, as he always did when he beheld her. He took a step toward her, but stopped. How could this be real? He closed his eyes and a vision of fire swirled in front of him. The vial. He had drank the contents of the vial! What evil had he done? What hell had he cast himself into? But when he opened his eyes, he saw only the heaven before him.
He walked up behind her and placed his hands upon her shoulders. He sighed as his fingers touched her, his body instantly recalling the many times he had felt her soft skin beneath his fingers, her warm body close to his. He leaned down and kissed her neck, his lips brushing gently against that soft spot he had found so many times before. The heat from her flowed into him through his lips, but it was a gentle heat, a warming heatnot like the burning heat that had sent him here.
My lovely Lestat he whispered against her skin, surely no heavenly garden could hold any more temptation than the perfect paradise of your soft skin.
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*she looked at him as he appeared before her and smiled, a sly but still surprised smile. She didnt speak as he walked towards her, his eyes blazing, familiar feelings they had shared. She was amazed that he could still of been thinking of her and appear the very moment she needed him most, she would never let it show that she had been weak, but he would know just the same. He closed in on her and she could smell him, the wafts of sweet cologne and body tingling all over her, she closed her eyes as he touched her cheek and raised her head. He kissed her neck, softly and sweetly and a single tear ran down her cheek. He looked at her and she could not contain her heart, it was fluttering like a speed filled butterfly, and she thought it would burst out of her chest.*
You have come. *she said, slowly*
So many nights I have waited for you, I had just about given up hope...tell me, while you were lying in your lovers arms, what made you think of me? What made you come back into my heart. Are you going to wrench it away from me again? For you have already made me dead to this world. I dont know what I can do. My eyes dont register my home anymore. And my thoughts dont think of anything but you, and perhaps the thought of jumping off this balcony. But I will not die, so I am left to die a little each night as I think of how far away you are from me.
*She looked at him, her face so close she could see the shimmering specks of colour in his eyes. Her lips were almost touching his skin and he held her tight like that. His hands warm through her night gown. How she longed to take him in right then and there, to taste his flesh to feel him again. She knew if she were to kiss him then, she would never stop, nor would she ever let go. It was then she made her decision to die. But to at least have one last moment to remember with her beloved Lucas*
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He looked at her, drinking in every aspect of her with the unquenchable thirst of one who had been wandering in the desert for an eternity. He saw so many emotions race through her eyes. He wanted to catch them all, to slow them, to hold each of them tenderly in his hands. But they raced by so quickly, followed by her wordswords both bitter and plaintive.
I am here, Lestat. His voice was deep and soft. Does it truly matter what has brought me here? He could see by her eyes that it did. He sighed as he reached out and wiped the tear from her soft cheek. He brought his finger to his lips, let the tear tease his tongue.
My lovely Lestat. You told me you would never let me go, and you have not. Every night since we last touched I have dreamt of you. The feel of your skin tingles my fingers, the scent of you fills my head, the taste of you lingers on my lips. My senses are so clouded from the memory of you that my sleep is not my own.
Her eyes were pulling him in. He could feel his sense of reason starting to slip from him. He closed his eyes but still he could see her, still he felt that pull. With a groan he wrenched himself away from those eyes, releasing her, turning quickly away. Lestat he began, her name seeming torn from his lips. You say I have made you dead to this world, you say you die a little each night thinking of how far away I am from you. Do you think I am any more alive? He turned to her, his eyes filled with raw torment. Do you think I lie easy in my lovers arms? Do you think I hear his words, feel his caress, see his eyes look so lovingly into mine and do not also remember your words, remember the feeling of your soft skin, remember your eyes burning me with their passion?
He reached out to her, taking her in his arms, pulling her hard against him. My lovely Lestat, my Temptress he breathed the words hot against her skin. You wonder why I came back, what brought me to you. It is the spell you cast upon me that very first time we met, that spell you cast with your hypnotic eyes, that you sealed forever with your sweet lips, that spell that binds me to you despite my most fervent desire to break it!
He looked at her for a long moment. He could feel his eyes burning, could feel the hell fire that raged behind them. What had he done? Had he truly come to her to free himself from the spell that her memory held him under, to release himself from temptation by yielding to it one LAST time? Or had he come to her to surrender, to abandon his love and give himself to her, body and soul, for eternity?
His head started to swim as he was drawn into the irresistible whirlpool of her eyes. And it no longer seemed important. As he had said to her, did it truly matter what had brought him here? He was here. And she was here. And he could smell the perfume on her skin, could feel the heat from her body, could feel desire for her taking over his senses. Nothing else mattered. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. My lovely Lestat, he breathed against her lips.
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Her heart was raging, she could feel the fire of the passion between them as they kissed. Her lips lingered with each break tasting his skin, his tongue, wanting him to swallow her up. For their bodies to merge together forming one, for even then she could see his soul flying way above waiting for hers to meet him and she felt her feet leave the ground. He calls her his temptress, his breath hot against her skin, yet she shivers, he does not know the half of what is inside of her. If he wished she would let him cut her apart, she knew she would die for him, his love for her would be the only way she was to survive.
She felt dizzy and she clung to him, her cover of calm she had been showing was beginning to flake and crumble and her head was clouding. Her eyes, once bright ice now a shimmering fushia, the magic essence of the sorceress power beginning to seep from her veins, as her life source began to leave her body...she didnt understand what was happening...her hair soft and straight began to curl, entwining in it small roses that matched the colour of her eyes...she ran her face against her true loves and kissed his cheek softly, "love shall set us free my darling" she whispered, kissing his neck, she ran her tongue along his vein but pulled back sharply as her head began to pulse.
Love was truly setting her free...the power of this one man holding her now was enough to kill her, his love holding back, making her struggle to survive. He was waiting for her in a place far from here, she could see that, but she knew that not here and now could she have him, for his love belonged to another. Love is only for one true person and I found mine...but it shall never be..."you are here Lucas, but will you stay? Would someone want me forever? Is there someone who loves me as much as I love you?"
She looked into his eyes, fire dancing in her own. The pounding in her head grew louder but all she could do was hold her precious love close to her. She felt her spirit leave and she was suddenly cold. The warm feeling of his arms had disappeared and she panicked. She could still see him, holding her close, but she was not in his arms anymore. She reached for him but he didnt seem to know she was there, her heart began to flutter with sheer fright, she called his name but nothing sounded. Was she a ghost? what had happened to her? Tears streamed down her eyes, her heart was breaking, she struggled to move, reaching her arm to her beloved Lucas and he looked up, his eyes questioning and confused...
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He felt his body burst into flames, felt the fire consume his heart, felt his souls ashes scatter to the winds. Truly, such was the power of his temptresss kiss! He held her tightly to him, his lips pressing hot, hungry kisses against her skin. He felt her shiver in his arms and he pulled her even more tightly against him, noticingas if for the first timehow very perfectly every curve of her body fit every line of his. It was as if they had been crafted as a pair, meant to nest in each others arms.
A shiver of pure desire rippled through him as she ran her tongue over his neck and a soft moan escaped his lips. He wanted her, wanted to be inside her, wanted to be part of her, wanted their bodies to be one. He could hear her whispering against his skin, feel her warm, sweet breath. His Temptress loved himhe could hear it in her words, feel it in her touchand he already knew it in his heart. And he loved her, loved her with every pulse in his veins, loved her with every breath in his lungs. Of course she was right, she had always been right: Love shall set us free. Love like the love he felt for
As the thought barely formed in his mind he felt something changing within her, felt her pulling back from himnot her body, she still clung to him as desperately as he clung to her But still he felt it. And heard it in her words, heard her questioning him, doubting him, doubting his love! She looked up into his eyes and what he saw there made his head swim. Her eyes burned into his, burning into his soul, seeking answers to all the questions she had. I can never leave you, Lestat. You own my soul The words were barely audible, he doubt she even heard them. And perhaps that was best. It had not been what he had wanted to say. He had wanted to say she owned him completely, heart, soul and body He had wanted to say how much he loved her, had always loved her, would always love her But something prevented those words from rising to his lips.
He closed his eyes and pressed his face against her skin, not wanting to look into her eyes any longer, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting her to see what he suddenly knew and knew he could not hide from her. He clung to her, letting the feel of her, the scent of her wash over him, wishing he might drown in it. Yet he could still feel it! He could feel her leaving him, even though her body remained warm in his arms. But somehow, it felt empty of her. He looked up, confused, his eyes searching hers, seeking answers to the questions he feared to ask.
And in those eyes, those beautiful eyes that stole his sleep and haunted his waking hours, in those eyes he sawnothing. They were empty, dull as the eyes of the dead.
No! He cried out in desperation and anger. This cannot be! What evil have I brought upon you? He clutched her body to his chest, hot tears of rage and frustration stinging his eyes. He raised his eyes to the sky. Damn you to Hell and beyond, you Evil Sorceress! He cried. I was supposed to have one last night with her, one last night in her arms, in her bedin her heart But it was not supposed to be HER last night!
He closed his eyes, willing himself to see the face of the sorceress who had given him the potion. Punish me however you want for yielding to such a misbegotten temptation, he pleaded, anguish nearly choking his words, but do not punish her! The sin is MINE, not HERS!
Her body was limp, empty, yet still he held her close to him, pressing warm, wet kisses against her skin. He had loved her Had loved her so deeply that he had given her his soul, the soul she still held in her handsin those small, delicate hands. They were cool now, they had always been so warm Yet they still held his soul Would his soul die with her? Would HE die with her? And if he didnt die, would there be anything left of him without her, without his soul?
The face of the sorceress swam before his eyes, surrounded by a lake of fire. Laughter echoed in his headlaughter as evil as the devil himself and as cold as the grave.
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She saw him far below her, kissing her face, she could feel the kisses, soft, hungry, all emotions spilling from him, he was burning for her and he looked deep into her eyes, she watched him, his expression changing as her own could only look lifelessly back, cold and glazed. Empty of emotion. She was confused as to how this could be, when she was looking down upon the both of them. Sorcery was a dangerous craft to practice but she was talented.
She did not understand why she had left her body in such a crude way, a link back to it trailing from her with some unseen magical force. She willed her spirit back down and felt an excruciating pain, like her heart had just been pulled from her body...she looked at her darling, his face contorted in pain as if they could both feel the piercing stabs of fury that were now relentlessly controlling her body.
But yet she kept willing her spirit down, it was working, the pain now stronger than ever, Lucas fell to the floor, still holding her lifeless body close to him, as he too shuddered. He looked up, his eyes glazed over from uncontrollable feeling, she reached towards him, her spirit sliding into his skin, she kissed his forehead, if he could feel this she would not know, but she continued.
Pressing on him every ounce of love she had for him, her heart burning, she could see an orange glow between them, emulating from the place her heart would be on her lifeless body...she had to return to him so she forced herself down, although she would rather have stayed with her lips brushing his skin and hair...she closed her eyes as the final sharp pain made her cry out in agony
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He could feel the flames from that lake of fire licking at his arms, trying to make him release her, to surrender her to that evil laughter. He fought the urge to let go. Instinctively he knew the pain would stop the moment he let her go---but there was no force in heaven or in hell that would make take her from his arms! As if in response to his defiant vow, the flames engulfed him completely, and he could feel his flesh searing, charring, dropping from his body. He fell to the floor, shuddering in agonyyet what was left of his body still clung to her, still held her fast to his failing flesh.
Suddenly he felt a coolness caressing his skin, driving the flames from his body. He opened his eyes, but pain blinded him. His entire body burned with unending torment of the fires of hell, yet where this coolness touched him, he feltnothing. Where this coolness kissed his forehead, he felt a blissful absence of agony. It was as if some angel had negotiated with the demons of hell to give him one last gasp of salvationbefore surrendering him to eternal d****ation. And he clung to that thoughtas he clung to her lifeless body. If eternal d****ation were to be his, then so be itbut his body would cling to hers even in death.
He closed his eyes once more and this time it was HER face that swam before her eyes. His beautiful temptress, his lovely Lestat. He had d****ed his soul for her. And would do it over and over and over again every moment of eternity if given the chance. But by all the gods, by all the magical powers possessed by all the sorcerers and sorceressesboth pure and evilshe would not suffer for his sins!
Damn me to the bowels of hell, torment my mind and my flesh with all the tortures your foul hearts can deviseif only you will return her life, return her soul to her! Then, at the moment of my deathand you may take me whenever it pleases you!I will go willingly into your service.
It was not an idle promise he made, nor an empty bargain.. He did not offer just his soulfor he had little of that leftwhat he had just offered was also his body into service of the dark forces. And as all who knew the ways of darkness understood, a soul might be taken by anyone clever enough to entrap itbut a body had to be offered freely. And once offered, once whatever was demanded in exchange was given, the pact was unbreakable.
He felt her body shudder and a cry of unbearable agony burst from her lips. With that cry, all pain left his body, all flames ceased to burn. He gasped as he felt warmth returning to her body, felt her chest rise and fall with breath. He closed his eyes yet again and thanked whatever force had granted his request, whatever force had accepted his offer. As he felt her warm breath upon his skin, a tear fell from his eye. He had bargained for her lifeand had won. But at what price? Now a different face swam before his eyes. A face so dear to him that his heart wrenched within himeven as its beating quickened as he felt her own heart beating against his chest. It belonged to the one who slept, who would eventually awaken and reach out to find the one who loved him beyond reason was gone.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
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Her body filled with pain as she kissed her true loves forehead. All the magic and power in the world could not have saved her from the tortures that would soon follow. She felt herself fall down to the earth, re entering her lifeless body that only seconds ago had been held tight by her darling Lucas. Feeling returned to her and a sharp stabbing pain as her life force poured back into her heart. Her beloveds arms were around her still, yet his touch was cold. She opened her eyes. Lucas was looking at her, his eyes glazed and distant. She reached her hand up to his face, but was too weak. She knew what was happening. He was fighting. His love was not strong enough for her. He still loved another and that would always break her heart. She thought of his lover alone in the bed, knowing that when he awoke, his love would not be there. Secretly she hoped he would come looking for Lucas, and find him with a woman in his arms. Not an ordinary woman though...Her love was too much to handle. She was going crazy with desire and absolute devotion for her true love, holding her there, in the semi dark of sun rise, thinking of another. And a plot unfurled in her mind. A dark plot, cruel and heartless...but was it really so heartless. She was in love, she thought she would die without him. She almost had. Was she crazy enough to hurt someone...to kill someone...
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7/29/2003, 10:19 pm
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Re: The Temptress
No! Terren awoke screaming from a dream that did not yet release him. His body was drenched in sweat and his heart pounded. He felt as though he were still running, could feel the thorns tearing into his bare feet, gashing his hands as he pushed his way desperately through the brambles. But he had to get through, had to reach him! He had heard his cries of agony, felt his eyes burn into his as the terrible beast had dragged his lover down into the flaming abyss! His chest heaved with gasping breaths as the image before his eyes gradually changed from the horror of his dream to the comforting familiarity of his bed chamber. He laughed in relief as he realized he had just awoken from a dreama terrible, horrifying dreambut a dream, nonetheless. He wiped his hand across his eyes. Lucas, I am completely swearing off red wine! I just had the most incredibly real dream! It was absolutely terrifying! When Lucas did not respond, he reached out his hand to shake him gently awake. Lucas, you really have to hear this one His words stopped abruptly as his hand touched a cold bed sheet. He turned, his hands reaching, searching as his eyes took in a sight that chilled him to the bone. Lucas! He called out. He ran his hand across his eyes again. Was he still dreaming? That must surely be it! But when he looked again, when his hands reached out again, the bed beside him was empty empty and cold. It had been some time since Lucass body had warmed these sheets.
He leapt from the bed as if it had suddenly become crawling with deadly serpents. He pulled on his boots automatically, his mind racing. It was not like Lucas to leave their bed in the night. Even if nature called, he was never gone for more than absolutely necessary! When they had first become lovers Lucas had made a point of letting him know that what he wished above all things was to forever wake up in his lovers arms. Something was terribly wrong.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
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She turned her head, she could sense something was coming, something to steal away what she was working so hard to take. Her powers were returning, she could feel their strength take form inside her body. She whispered a few words and found herself flying high over the land, yet still with her darling Lucas. She could see the cold, blue shadow of her spell as it glided above, the blank stare, emotionless waiting for her instruction. The one secret word that would lead it on its evil rampage..."Kill" she whispered, throaty and cold against the night air. The spirit form flew above them, she could see its path in her minds eye, it soared through the walls, and columns, and found its way to a chamber full of golden drapes...
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