The female Immortal met his light stare with a patient frown.
She had retained her wavy black hair from her human life as a young countess before she'd been blooded; her metallic blue eyes that reminded him of frostbitten mercury met his bemused grey stare with the patient frown she often wore in the past, following him almost like a shadow after he'd blooded
her. Despite the centuries they'd been apart, she still managed to look as beautiful as she once had, even with her modern garb of black jeans, sneakers, red and black tank top and a hooded black winter coat. His gaze drifted from her patient frowning stare to the silver weapon hanging against her left hip.
An amused smirk replaced the wry grin on his lips. "I see you still cling to the old ways, Ana, dear." He mused.
She met his smirk with one of her own, raising a hand to run it through her wavy hair. "Ecstatically," she remarked, her pointed teeth glinting in her smirk.
The vampire Lestat let the smirk remain on his face, pulling his gaze away from his fledgling as he walked aimlessly before her.
"Besides confirming rumors longspread, why else have you come to me?" He dared wonder of the female vampire.
She found the loveseat and sat back into it, removing the sword from her side to place it against the back of the furniture piece. "Mainly that reason.
As well as knowing that you have survived your 'hibernation' and awoken to your new role as a rock God." She explained calmly, stretching her arms
against the back of the furniture and leaning her head back, keeping her gaze locked on the vampire walking before her.
Lestat smirked wryly. "Does that make you jealous, I wonder? That the mortal world has basically begged me to drink from their throats?" He asked,
moving towards her.
Ana chuckled, flipping her hair back absently. "Not in the slightest, darling. To be honest, I'm relieved it's more their throats you'd drink from and not
mine." She replied coolly, raising her gaze to meet his challengingly.
His eyes fell briefly to the aforementioned neck that was dressed by a black collar with a silver pentagram tag, a wry smile plaguing his handsome face.
"Your blood did have a nice aftertaste to it, though, I'll admit." He mused, his voice a low croon.
She smirked, rising slowly from her seat to -nearly- meet him eye-to-eye. "Those days are gone, dear prince. I doubt it'd work, in this day and age." She
remarked teasingly, folding her arms at her chest.
He brought a hand to her neck, gently stroking her skin. She fought a reflexive shiver at his damned touch.
"Ana, dearest, it's never too late to drink from the faithful," Lestat mused in a low murmur, his voice almost a seductive purr, continuing to drag his fingers
against her neck and down to her lower collar bone.
...: :...
She scowled stubbornly. "I didn't return to be used as a walking last resort," she growled, disappearing from beneath his agonizing touch to stand on the
black and white marble tile on the far side of the room.
"Why did you return, then?" He demanded, meeting her irritated glare with a patient scowl.
She huffed. "And you expect me to just tell you? You, the egotistical b*****d prince who can't keep his a** out of the limelight?" She laughed bitingly.
"Dearest Lestat, you're more damned than I believed you to be if you expect me to just tell you everything." She snapped scathingly.
A quick jerk on her wrist from behind and her back landing into something firm wearing cloth notified her of his reappearance. "If you simply won't tell, I
have no problem forcing it out of you." He whispered at her ear, his breath at her nape.
Ana glared back at him. "Triple damn you," she cursed, a low hiss reverberating through her throat.
He ran a lone finger from the underside of her chin down her neck, making the reflexive shivers return and roll down her spine. She bit her lower lip and
dug her heels into the floor, refusing to move. He removed her collar with little effort, casting it aside as he began to slowly worry at her exposed neck.
She made to elbow him sharply when his left arm coiled around her waist, holding her back to his chest.
Lestat chuckled. "Your reflexes have gotten slow since last, my dear." He chided, nibbling at her throat.
Ana scowled. "Haven't had to fight a damned b*****d like you in a long time," she shot back, fighting the shivers that wanted to make her weaken to his
will and expose her neck to his sharp teeth.
"Hmmmm," he mused, worrying at her throat with sharper, quicker attacks.
She bared her teeth in a grimace, glaring back at him. "So, d'you intend to explain your reason for coming or d'you want to continue with something I have
no absolute problem doing?" He whispered curiously, kissing her nape.
Ana fought another shiver at his favored spot he liked to pick on her with. "I'm not weak," she growled, declining his offer.
Lestat smirked wryly at her familiar stubbornness, kissing her neck slowly, deliberately.
Endure it, endure it, she silently reminded herself, refusing to let him win. Him, of all damned creatures.
"'Should've taken the offer, dearest. Could've saved yourself from this torture," he purred at her neck, biting absently at the vein in her throat.
"Regardless, you've still got your teeth in my throat," she growled frostily.
He inhaled the familiar scent of her black hair, kissing her ear. "And it smells as wonderful as I remember," he remarked calmly, squeezing her waist.
Ana grit her teeth as his torturous teasings at her ear nearly made her legs feel like rubber. "Oh, how sweet. Your charm is still as damned and twisted
as I remember it." She scoffed.
Lestat tightened his grip on her waist when he sensed the reaction he'd caused to her. "And your heart is still blackened as I remember it," he growled,
folding both arms around her waist.
She scowled. "Your charm is one thing I missed dearly," she growled sardonically.
He held her firmly against his chest. "Oh is it? And what else is there that you missed?" He dared ask, raising a brow curiously.
She silently exhaled. Since we're going nowhere with this, she mused. "Mostly you." She growled, her pride refusing to accept defeat.
Lestat raised both brows, briefly surprised to hear that she'd missed him. "Well, Hell's frozen over, now." He mused.
Ana scowled again. "I now know I should never have come. I knew you'd react that way." She declared coldly.
He chuckled. "Ana, dearest, I thank you for your compliment." He remarked.
She raised a brow before shaking her head. "Your ego is still the size of Neptune, Lestat." She grumbled, feeling his grip loosen...
She had retained her wavy black hair from her human life as a young countess before she'd been blooded; her metallic blue eyes that reminded him of frostbitten mercury met his bemused grey stare with the patient frown she often wore in the past, following him almost like a shadow after he'd blooded
her. Despite the centuries they'd been apart, she still managed to look as beautiful as she once had, even with her modern garb of black jeans, sneakers, red and black tank top and a hooded black winter coat. His gaze drifted from her patient frowning stare to the silver weapon hanging against her left hip.
An amused smirk replaced the wry grin on his lips. "I see you still cling to the old ways, Ana, dear." He mused.
She met his smirk with one of her own, raising a hand to run it through her wavy hair. "Ecstatically," she remarked, her pointed teeth glinting in her smirk.
The vampire Lestat let the smirk remain on his face, pulling his gaze away from his fledgling as he walked aimlessly before her.
"Besides confirming rumors longspread, why else have you come to me?" He dared wonder of the female vampire.
She found the loveseat and sat back into it, removing the sword from her side to place it against the back of the furniture piece. "Mainly that reason.
As well as knowing that you have survived your 'hibernation' and awoken to your new role as a rock God." She explained calmly, stretching her arms
against the back of the furniture and leaning her head back, keeping her gaze locked on the vampire walking before her.
Lestat smirked wryly. "Does that make you jealous, I wonder? That the mortal world has basically begged me to drink from their throats?" He asked,
moving towards her.
Ana chuckled, flipping her hair back absently. "Not in the slightest, darling. To be honest, I'm relieved it's more their throats you'd drink from and not
mine." She replied coolly, raising her gaze to meet his challengingly.
His eyes fell briefly to the aforementioned neck that was dressed by a black collar with a silver pentagram tag, a wry smile plaguing his handsome face.
"Your blood did have a nice aftertaste to it, though, I'll admit." He mused, his voice a low croon.
She smirked, rising slowly from her seat to -nearly- meet him eye-to-eye. "Those days are gone, dear prince. I doubt it'd work, in this day and age." She
remarked teasingly, folding her arms at her chest.
He brought a hand to her neck, gently stroking her skin. She fought a reflexive shiver at his damned touch.
"Ana, dearest, it's never too late to drink from the faithful," Lestat mused in a low murmur, his voice almost a seductive purr, continuing to drag his fingers
against her neck and down to her lower collar bone.
...: :...
She scowled stubbornly. "I didn't return to be used as a walking last resort," she growled, disappearing from beneath his agonizing touch to stand on the
black and white marble tile on the far side of the room.
"Why did you return, then?" He demanded, meeting her irritated glare with a patient scowl.
She huffed. "And you expect me to just tell you? You, the egotistical b*****d prince who can't keep his a** out of the limelight?" She laughed bitingly.
"Dearest Lestat, you're more damned than I believed you to be if you expect me to just tell you everything." She snapped scathingly.
A quick jerk on her wrist from behind and her back landing into something firm wearing cloth notified her of his reappearance. "If you simply won't tell, I
have no problem forcing it out of you." He whispered at her ear, his breath at her nape.
Ana glared back at him. "Triple damn you," she cursed, a low hiss reverberating through her throat.
He ran a lone finger from the underside of her chin down her neck, making the reflexive shivers return and roll down her spine. She bit her lower lip and
dug her heels into the floor, refusing to move. He removed her collar with little effort, casting it aside as he began to slowly worry at her exposed neck.
She made to elbow him sharply when his left arm coiled around her waist, holding her back to his chest.
Lestat chuckled. "Your reflexes have gotten slow since last, my dear." He chided, nibbling at her throat.
Ana scowled. "Haven't had to fight a damned b*****d like you in a long time," she shot back, fighting the shivers that wanted to make her weaken to his
will and expose her neck to his sharp teeth.
"Hmmmm," he mused, worrying at her throat with sharper, quicker attacks.
She bared her teeth in a grimace, glaring back at him. "So, d'you intend to explain your reason for coming or d'you want to continue with something I have
no absolute problem doing?" He whispered curiously, kissing her nape.
Ana fought another shiver at his favored spot he liked to pick on her with. "I'm not weak," she growled, declining his offer.
Lestat smirked wryly at her familiar stubbornness, kissing her neck slowly, deliberately.
Endure it, endure it, she silently reminded herself, refusing to let him win. Him, of all damned creatures.
"'Should've taken the offer, dearest. Could've saved yourself from this torture," he purred at her neck, biting absently at the vein in her throat.
"Regardless, you've still got your teeth in my throat," she growled frostily.
He inhaled the familiar scent of her black hair, kissing her ear. "And it smells as wonderful as I remember," he remarked calmly, squeezing her waist.
Ana grit her teeth as his torturous teasings at her ear nearly made her legs feel like rubber. "Oh, how sweet. Your charm is still as damned and twisted
as I remember it." She scoffed.
Lestat tightened his grip on her waist when he sensed the reaction he'd caused to her. "And your heart is still blackened as I remember it," he growled,
folding both arms around her waist.
She scowled. "Your charm is one thing I missed dearly," she growled sardonically.
He held her firmly against his chest. "Oh is it? And what else is there that you missed?" He dared ask, raising a brow curiously.
She silently exhaled. Since we're going nowhere with this, she mused. "Mostly you." She growled, her pride refusing to accept defeat.
Lestat raised both brows, briefly surprised to hear that she'd missed him. "Well, Hell's frozen over, now." He mused.
Ana scowled again. "I now know I should never have come. I knew you'd react that way." She declared coldly.
He chuckled. "Ana, dearest, I thank you for your compliment." He remarked.
She raised a brow before shaking her head. "Your ego is still the size of Neptune, Lestat." She grumbled, feeling his grip loosen...
