What Lies Hidden, Juliet/Louis RP

[Marius]

((Ok, I finally have time to type this and it will be shitty, Im in a hurrry so sorry! ^^ Also: Did you read the semi-posts of Juliet in INO?))

This was the first taste of being alone. The immortal child detested it. Frightened, and no where to turn but the darkness of under the stage. Little Juliet was to worried to come out of that neglected place, the theater engulfed within the darkness, the hole in the stage the correct size to fit her slender physique. Juliet lost track of time, but the dawn was coming, she knew it, she could feel it and that too had a whole new fear of its own.

She was new at this whole Vampire business, but, not so entirely. Tiny creatures would crawl upon the aged flooring, shadows caste behind the old chairs and cracked pillars. Soon she grew hungry, but she waited, waiting for perhaps hope. Yes, that was it. Maybe Dem will find her, or…no, just alone now.

This fact was horrible, and yet, it plagued her mind every moment. She made a mistake, something that was so little at the start, and was blown out of proportion on mere fault.
The fledgling grew sick and weary; the tiny cherubic face nestled upon her knees as she watched the darkness diminish slowly with every hour. Elongated brown waves shrouded her lovely visage; large eyes held at half-mast, everything seeming to tower over her and fill her with shame.

This was new, yet rather interesting. Who knew one could feed on rats? Hungry enough to do so, this kept that insatiable urge to feed at bay, or wait for someone to wander in. Starving, but she won’t come out; she shall be a good girl under the stage forever.

“Are you playing a song for the rats?” Enquired Lestat, those many years ago.
“Yes, on my pretty Panpipes! I’ve been naughty girl again, and I have run away from those nuns. You’re tall…”

The little form trembles, shoulder arching forward in sobs as blood poured from those liquid eyes. No more was that mischievous glimmer or that flashing grin. Sorrowful, defeated, she was no longer that naughty child out to play games or cause trouble for the fun. She will be good, silent, and perhaps no one will know she is under the stage of the Theater.

“Oh god, why do I have to be so damn selfish? But, I wasn’t this time, really? Just…I should have thought ahead, Dem and Marius always said that was a good idea. I don’t listen very well, not at all. I…I brought this all upon myself. I love Lestat, he has been the only one to take a fancy to me at all…”

This tone was low, dripping with melancholy. Tiny hands with slender digits wound it way through the chestnut locks, clasping onto those tender curls as if to pull them from the skull. Soft eyelids shut tight, blood tears pushed through to run past those rounded pale cheeks. Juliet caught a breath, the constant sobbing doing her no good, for she grew ill and nervous as the night grew weaker.

“I want him now, I want father. I want Lestat. I can’t face him ever again, or anyone. They must all hate me now, but, they don’t understand the full tale…” This flew from those pouty lips swiftly, a cry, to the dust and to the tiny insects of the darkened theater.

“I’ll behave; I won’t break rules anymore, even if they are most tempting…”

The sun was far off, but it was slowly rising, and thus the tiny child sat under the stage with silent tears, hysterically, fearful of sounds and sights and of the very Theater itself.

“ …I guess, sorry can’t make anything go away now” A low whisper, a sniffle, then all is quiet.

[Louis]

Louis didn't know why the streets of Paris had suddenly called to him. He only knew that the bright, almost unchanging world that was New Orleans was beginning to serve only as a constant reminder of the past. And it was awe-inspiring to see this huge modern city, alight and brilliant in this 21st century. He loved to walk down Montmarte, see the Louvre. (And like any self-respecting Frenchman, he thought the addition of the pyramids to be simply ghastly.)

But he had more personal reasons to be in Paris. The Theatre des Vampires was no longer the charred rubble he had left it to be before the dawn of the twentieth century. He had not seen it since then, only heard that Armand planned to reopen to place. It had haunted Louis for awhile, the thought of that horrid place, that home for all his mournings, entering again into the tangible world. Was nothing sacred? But then, what was that but another mortal phrase, meaning nothing? Something wonderful had happened, finally. His curiousity, that insatiable longing, had gripped him as it had in the past, strong and unyielding. What would it be like to enter into those halls again? Would it be the same, would it still produce that same desperate helplessness?

He wandered the streets for nights on end, trying to sort his thoughts. Why else had his mind instructed him, if not to go back to the Theatre? It was time to face these memories in a more tangible way. So finally Louis entered the Theatre, his face hidden behind a high collar, his hands snug in soft grey gloves. He could almost remember the smell of greasepaint and the inviting warmth he had felt on his first night in this place. But it was different, this new Theatre. It was not new, no, but it was not the same ruin. It had been rebuilt a long time ago and it was already beginning to lose even the eclectic feeling some old buildings have.

He carelessly kicked some old piece of wood on the floor, watching it skitter down between the rows of seats to the stage. Ah, the stage. He closed his eyes for a moment, sighing. And to his great surprise, he heard a voice at the stage. He was suddenly incensed, angry beyond reason. How dare someone be in this Theatre now! And again came to him the mortal saying, Was nothing sacred!

But this was foolish. He leapt onto the stage, the rustling of his garments announcing his presence. He looked down into the small hole in the stage and could not find words for what he saw. There was this child, Juliet, the one whom Lestat had made. He stared at her, his eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?" he said, his tone angry. He had no right to be upset with her. She was young and quite obviously afraid. Why, the light of the sun, which had not even announced itself to him yet, was already frightening her. "What I meant to say was, don't you have somewhere else to be?" He kept his voice level, trying to sound calming. His emotions were everywhere.

[Marius]

(Hurry, about to leave, short.....)

She heard footsteps, loader, then more clear.
This little sign of presnece terrifeid her, and, yet it made her ashamed to know that she, Juliet, the brash, bold, youngster was scared of such a trifle thing. A vampire, yes, and older.

A instinct as old as time was taking place, fight or flight.
Before thiswhole ordeal, she would leap upon the stage flash a grin, and taunt this other. Now this child seemed to coil into herself, heart pounding as she knew now this immortal was upon the stage.


"What are you doing here?"
"What I meant to say was, don't you have somewhere else to be?"

Oh god, it was Louis! A gasp, Juliet moved suddenly backwards, but took pause. She biteher lip, lovly hairs fallign past the locly cherubic face, she let her light brows furrow and she glanced up at Louis with fear and worry cloading those large eyes.

"What does it look like? Im sitting, in the hole. No, I don't have any other place to be, I...I"

Okay, the braveness was returning, a simple guise of once was. Now, she could not hold back the tears, the fear, or sorrow. Anuther sudder, the small frame trmelbing to let loose blood tears that trickled down rounded cheeks.

"....Im hiding if you must know. I...you..you can just go and leave me like everyone else has. I dont care!" A low whisper, the whole 'not careing' bit was quite unbleiveable, since she was crying and all. Earlier int he Cafe, she was not scared of this vampire, now, she simply wished he would not eat her or something.

"Sorry, if..if I clogging of your hole..." She murmerd, praying she would stop crying, since she was already becoming physically sick.

Two small hands clasped onto the stag, and the tiny creature hoisted herself up and out of the darkend hole in the stage. Juliet stood, clothes dusty and gone askew, those fine long locks brushing her lower back only to curl and dance wildy about her fair form. Her cranium was bowed now, anouther snif, lips full and pouty.

Shivering now, she sat rougly upon the stage, the little body simply being worked up over this whole ordeal. Slender hands were placed over her eyes, flawless facade hidden as dark brown hairs spilled overher entire body.

"...I woulden't blame you for dislikeing me Louis. Everyone else seemd to, and Im a very dislikeable person. I won't lie to you, I adore pushign the limit, but...I suppose Lestat told you what happend. Honestly, he dosen't know what happend, how I mislead Dem to think what Armand and I had was something. It was othing Louis, nothing. I just had a girlish crush on him for only a few days, and I did not think before I declared this to Demonica. I...lied to her saying it was more then that, to show off, as I usually do. Dem was upset tonight, and...I was planning to tell the truth Lestat. I relized Dem still bleeived what I told was wrong, and Demoncia got upset and yelled out that I had a 'Infatuation' with Armand to Lestat, I guess I did not get to Lestat in time to tell him the truth..."

This speech was all spoken quickly, between sobs and harsh intake of breath. Juliet turned her skull away from Louis, in hurt and in shame.
"Now he dispises me, and, he was the only one who actully cared for me. Or, at least, understood me. Now..." She stopped, lips pressed together.

I can always go into the hoel again, it should be safe. I will stay in there as long as it takes for me either to die, or, get extremely bored. I will punish myself, and stay in the hole where no one can look at me, or fine me!



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[Louis]

Louis stared at Juliet while she spoke, watching her lips tremble and her brow furrow with her discomfort. She really was quite lovely, Louis thought as he looked upon her. Her hair appeared soft and curled just so, and her eyes held more understanding than one her age should possess. Her round face was cherubic and innocent, even when stained with the blood of her tears. She put him in mind of an elven creature when she hoisted herself gracefully from the hole in the stage.

"Clogging my hole?" Louis repeated, and he couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of this. This girl was young, and he knew that she wouldn't survive very long on her own, judging by this little show and how easily flustered she seemed. But she had not been shy and timid at the Cafe. She had come right up to him, a vampire she did not know, and introduced herself unabashedly.

He listened to her speak, listened to this litany of self-pity. He sighed to himself. This young fledgling reminded him almost painfully of himself when she was in this state. All of her confidence was gone, all of her elasticity.

"Lestat left you?" Louis asked softly. He was not sure what to say. He knew that they were kin in this, that they were both hurting from their maker. He did not want to admit this, not to one so young. He didn't want to tell her that the pain never went away.

"Lestat left me too," he said. "But that was a long time ago." His thoughts followed that worn-down path of his past until they circled back the Theatre. "I must say that I didn't seek out an old building to comfort myself in. What are you doing here?"

He wanted to ask her if she knew what this place was, what had happened. Had Lestat told her anything of his past. Obviously he had not cared to mention Louis, so he would not have talked about the Theatre, yes?

"Do you know what this place is?"

[Marius]

(( Love it, how you undersand her is great. Tad short)

Little Juliet longed for that doll she recived from her maker. That tiny thing, and how it seemed so much like her, a sister perhaps? She wanted that lpaything now, to hold it, a simple comfort that is now sitting upon her dresser in Lestats house. What ever happend to it, to her beloved Panpipes? Nothing was the same, she was not.

Laughing! At me? Whowould ever laugh at me, Im Juliet! Well....it is quite funny

At this a small giggle was sounded from her, a smile tugged at those pouty lips and for an instant the mischvious glimmer took home within large eyes.

Oh! He was left to...then...I'll be without Lestat for as lng as he has? Im a fool...

This by now was quite unpleasent, this crying buisness was normally not her. But, she was always the one to show emotions, particulary anger or happiness, quite charismatic indeed. So, crying now became her new forte! Tiny hands stroked those rounded cheeks, now pale then the night before. Her fingers wipped away those blood tears, but in vain more were falling from her. A sniff, and she did not care to move those long hairs from her facade, nor fix her blouse.

Laughing! At me? Whowould ever laugh at me, Im Juliet! Well....it is quite funny

At this a small giggle was sounded from her, a smile tugged at those pouty lips and for an instant the mischvious glimmer took home within large eyes.

"Would I be wrong to call it a Theater, it's...it's just that, no?" She enquired, the lilte of the french accent permantly present.

"Well Monsieur Louis, I just came her since...since this was the place I met Lestat. I was nine then, and I was under the guidence of the Nuns. I left with Lestat only to be stolen away by anouther Vampire, whom gav me to my past gaurdian Viktor. He seemed to take pleasure in little girls, in more ways then just a companion. I...I ran away and soon found myself with Lestat again, the present age of seventeen. Although normal seventeen year olds are just boreing, Im more fun!" She added with that normal sly grin, but it faded, for the fact was still present: She is alone.

[Louis]

Louis' expression was on of surprise when this young one told him she had only been seventeen when she was made. It made him think unintentionally of Armand. They must present quite a picture together, Louis thought.

"Do you know anything about Lestat?" he asked now. "Has he told you anything about his past?" He knew the answer was no, he only wanted to make sure. He still couldn't understand why Lestat hadn't told her anything.

"This is more than just a theatre," Louis said quietly. "Too much happened here, too much . . . but I believe the one to tell you that story should be Lestat." He didn't want to admit that he couldn't talk about it, he could not say what had happened in this place. "Although, the theatre was different then," he said. "This was the only place in the world where a vampire could dance and sing and act right in front of mortals, and no one suspected a thing." He sighed softly. "I really cannot believe you have no idea how much . . . history this place hides." He wanted to say pain, he wanted to say grief, but he couldn't. And he wondered suddenly if that old circular courtyard was still there, if the walls were still charred with the heat of . . .

Louis looked away from Juliet, turning from her. "You remind me of her," he whispered, not truly to her, more to himself. That was why this was so painful, wasn't it? For her to be so like Claudia, and for him to have found her in this place. And she knew Armand!

"Perhaps no one has told you because no one wants you to know." He paused, looking back at her, one long hand reaching into his hair. "Lestat has hurt us all, one way or another. You shouldn't mourn it for too long." It never goes away. It hurt him to say this, it hurt him immeasureably. "As a vampire, you should learn to be alone. We only have ourselves, Lestat taught me that. In the end, we're always disappointed by the others. It's better to just be alone."

[Marius]

( I know Im the only one who talks OOC but, I dhould explain something to you. Even though , its quite obvious. Amant knows it. Umm, Juliet is young at heart, even though she is 17 she acts young...due to her past, and that she never had a chance to grow up, and, she was never allowed to do so. Now she will have to....)

(((Short)))

A sigh passed those sweet lips, cherubic visage drifted downaward.
A glance to Louis. Maybe he wanted to be alone?

" Im sorry to bother you Louis..."

Oh like hell you are, your lonly Juliet, you want company. So selfish ar eou. but..no...Louis is the only one I would obey, he is kind.

" No, but...I have read the book. Parts though...I was not to far into it. It was taken from me."

The story of the Theater was inticeing, and she listend as the red tears seemed to take pause for a moment, but the pain was still acheing.

"No, he has not. I do know however, he does not like Armand or Dem. And...if he did not tell me of his pastit must have been for a reason, he did something horrid, didnt he Louis? I would want to know what happend, but, if you wish not toe xplain it it is better unsaid" She questioned, now nearing him, the small hand graceing his.

The fact of being alone shook her throughly. Eveer since the time she was made it has been joy. She never gave a though of eternity, it was always fun and games day and day out. It all happend so fast. When she was dyeing of TB (tuberculosis) it was unclear what was happening, but she wanted to be with Lestat. No conversation between them, or questions, she was just made.

Thoughts that shold have been on her mind a long time ago, and taught to her was now apearing. Where would she go when day comes, but if someone saw her feed? Many thoughts, all frighting.
Her facade contorted into a frown, she wanted to cry again, she was about to.

"Louis..." She said in a small voice, but with a womans seriousness.

Now she went infront of him, even though he looked away, she wanted to see him.

"Do you like being alone? Do any of us? Or...at times we wish it, to be alone, and at times we yurn for a companion? I want to be angry with lestat, but I cannot, for it is not my fault but mine. I shouldhave made myself clearer to Dem. I am angry with myself..."

Anouther tear, a temble, and she loked out the window. Everything wa sso frighting, she hated it all. Confusion, suprise, what would become of her now?

" Oh Louis, Im sorry to trouble you. If you wish to be alone...I...I will leave you"

[Louis]

Louis returned his gaze to Juliet, his eyes dark and unyielding. He shook his head once as if to say he couldn't tell her anything, he hadn't the strength. But he felt for her. He could protect from the inevitable loneliness, if only for a little while.

"Lestat loves Armand, I know, just as Armand loves him, but there is something in our pasts that we cannot forget. We three are connected by a bitter history." He paused here, realizing how true his words were. Yes, they all loved each other, only because too much had happened between them to allow simple hatred. "Armand took something from me, and from Lestat, something that cannot be replaced. Perhaps that is why Lestat left me, and why I left Armand. Perhaps we have shared too much of the same pain." Louis sighed. "To this day Armand does not know what he took from us. His own history is distorted and tragic and you would be surprised by how much you do not know." He did not want to say how Armand had depended on him as an anchor and how he had been a shell during those long years of travel. She did not need to know, and what right did he have to tell Juliet another vampire's history? To him, the past was more sacred than anything.

Louis' eyes turned inward for a moment and he was silent, thinking of Lestat. He looked back up and took a step towards Juliet, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I do not like to be alone," he said quietly, reaching up to brush her cheek with his long fingers. "I don't think any of us do. It is the only thing we are secure in, being alone. We always long for a companion, a brother in immortality stronger that ourselves who can show us that we can live like this until the end of time. That is why we bring others into this, because we cannot bear the thought of being alone for eternity. It frightens us."

He let his hand fall back to his side. "Go find Lestat, tell him what you've told me, make him listen. Do what I never did. Don't let yourself be left alone." He sighed. "I am not troubled by you, only by the fact that Lestat could leave one so young to fend for herself. Come, I can feel your hunger. Is the sunlight already hurting you, or can you leave the theatre?"

[Marius]

( I put a memory in here. I wanted a spot of happiness, and to somewhat show Louis of how they were...)

Her cranium was now bent, tiny finger caught up in the mass of waves and ringlets about her cherubic facade as she pulled hairs away from those sorrowfilled eyes. She sniffed, a thinfinger wipping her eyes as she looked to Louis. Oh, such a simple gesture and how much comfort it brought. A hand, on a cheek. An instant passed, when, she thought she might survive this ordeal, go through it. But, no...no one bleives she can be alone. Not even herself. Oh the horror in it! She must, no other way around it, accept death.

"I...I understand your meaning. I'm sorry Louis." She murmerd softly, lips now pressed together.

"I cant tell him! I, I can't find him. Even if I did locate him, I could not tell him. Im scared Louis, what if he turns me away again? I can't go through it, I...Im just stuck in this big world unable to grasp something, someone, and I need the thread to hang on. Im scared of Lestat, he hates me now..."

She was sick of crying, she wanted to, but her body could not maintain it. The white cotton skirt danced about her bare ankles, the blouse soft and loose on her petite fram. She turn swiftly to the window, she heard something. But, nothing, perhaps she was overreacting to such things? Yes, thats it.

What ever happend to it? Her doll? Was it still in that Garden of Lestats? Does it miss her, the Doll? Does anyone miss her...

"Oh Father, Lestat, come and see what I did!" She tugged at his digits playfully, leading him out into the garden. She swivled about, the Fairy girl now holding the doll to present that each had flowers weaved in their hair, like twins out of a story book.

She was putting on anouther play, something she adored to do, a regular thing for her in he late hours of the night. She placed her Doll onto the stone flooring, now looking to Lestat.

"A Midnight Summers Dream, See?" She declared, large eyes filling with that mischevious glimmer, the giddiness of the previous feeding makeing her rosy and light.

She drew out the Panpipes, her instrument, and began to play softly as if she was the famose Pan she appeared to be. The garden was cool, flower sweet. The flaxen haired male grined, watching silently.

"Dont I make a magnificent Titania? oh, of course I do!" She annonced, the voice high and bell-like, ringign across the garden.
She praced about, laying, the Doll and her preforming several acts.

She rushed to lestat, now on tiptoe to hug him tightly, she stepped back to raise her head and look to her sire lovingly.
"Now Macbeth!"

What a memory, one of the many good times with her sire. Perhaps this jumped into her mind to numb the pain, but she was fond of that night in the garden. Maybe she wanted to show Louis how it was, how they were together when it was a happy time. And how things are so drastcally diffrent now. This memory was a reality a few weeks prior...


"No, just frightend, I wasnt gogin to leave at all tonight, or, ever I guess.. I think im ok, yes, I am. We can go...." She said quietly, moveing near to Louis if the very darkness of the rotting Theater will swallow her.

(I had to re-typse mameory, argg now its stupid)

[Louis]

The fledgling's sorrow and discomfort were almost palpable to Louis. He looked down upon her, his green eyes darkening. Oh God, she reminded him so of himself. This part of his immortality should be gone and forgotten, but this weeping, trapped woman-child brought everything stampeding back. And then as Juliet moved close to him he felt that small part of him take hold, the part that wanted so to protect her from what he had suffered for so long. He took her in his arms suddenly, unable to help himself. He held that small head to his chest, kissed her hair, whispered to her. "It's alright, cherie, come with me. You can stay with me, if only for a little while. We can be together."

He could have wept, so beautiful was this fledgling, and so bitter was this long-buried regret. "Forgive him," he murmured into her hair. "Forgive him; he is lost in his own emotion, he has seen too much. You do not know what . . ." Louis stopped, his lips pressed tightly together. It was not his right to tell Juliet why Lestat had been so emotionally unstable. "You do not know what it is that we have all lost." He moved his hands down to her waist, backing from her.

He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes sweeping over her delicate features. "Did you want to come into this?" he asked suddenly, his eyes firing. "No," he said, almost immediatly. "Do not answer that. It doesn't matter now." He sighed shakily. "Come, let us leave. I wish to be far from this place." His voice died. He took her hand and led off the stage and to the grand entrance.

[Marius]

(Awwwww......Mon dieu, at least soeone replis! Merci Louis)


Such a simple gesture,such a simple touch. Little pleasures, something that was long forgotten with her sire but ribirthed with the sudden encounter with dear Louis. Oh, she adored him. Although, right when she saw him in the cafe, when she boldly approched, she wanted to know more, to be in contact with him more. Ahh, yes, it is always more with Juliet. More this, more that. Never a little, not just a taste of something. But, this small kiss was all she asked for...thank god for Louis.

The cherubic face peered up to him, large eyes almost filled to the brim with tears. She bowed her head, trying to capture this embrace, the small kiss, and the comfort of one who seemed to take charge, to lead her somewhere. before everytihing was dark, now, Louis brought the candle.

She could forgive, though not inher nature, but, it would be wrong for her not to. 'Twas not Lestats fault, her's, so forginving her sire is possible. But....could she forgive herself?

She was silent, a sweet mute faerie child, chestunut hairs curling past the narrow waist. She listend intently. She knew Lestat, and others, had a rough past. If the sercumstances (sp) were diffrent, she would have begged why, how come, always the inquirer (sp). No, it is not the time to ask, not right, just accept. Maybe, she was growing up after all, maybe.

She watched quietly as his eyes searched her, and she knew the question was hard to form, difficult to ask. Pouted lips parted, although nothing slipped past those rosed lips, tender lids let the lashes brush those rounded cheeks. Silence.

She did not answer him. He told her not to, so, she obayed. Juliet thought to herself, but not skilled enough to close her mind, but she was not intending Louis to hear, but was not telling him not to.
Yes, I did want this. Although, i did not know what was happening when I was changeing. I just knew I loved Lestat, and, if I did not listen I would loose him. If I did not want this, if I was upset with him for it, I would have shown my anger by now. Now, I only have pity for myself, teenage angst...although, now I have time to reflect on the consequences of my choice.


The last statment made her take pause.
Safe...with Louis.

She prusued after him, ther light form sluggish but frightend as she rushed to his side, glanceing backwars at the Theater.

(((( I had to Explain that she is not upset with Lestat, she never will be. Just that she has pity for herslef, and not careing/understanding at the time the consequences....You dont have to have Louis hear it, or you can, but just so you personally understand. ^^)))

[Louis]

Louis shut his eyes tightly, taking in a breath and holding it for a moment. He reached out and took her hand. They left the building together, Louis ahead and taking long strides. He wasn't walking with any purpose other than to get away from the Theatre.

He stopped suddenly, glancing behind him and studying the small round face of his cherubic companion. His body was crying out for blood, his veins practically singing with need. Would he let her watch him feed? He had never let another watch him before, never let another even be close to him. He was sure that at one time or another Lestat had spied on him, but that was very different from the conscious knowledge of another being there. The idea of incredibly distasteful, but he did not want to leave Juliet, even for a minute. She seemed too emotionally fragile; anything could trigger in her that self-perpetuating sorrow that accompanied this life, if one could call it a life.

Louis realized he had been staring and smiled reassuringly at Juliet. He lifted a hand to her face, letting his fingers slide down to her throat. "You need to feed, I can feel it in your pulse," he said quietly. He pressed the tips of his fingers against that soft skin before letting his hand fall. He couldn't explain the overwhelming need to protect her coursing through him. Perhaps this is what it felt like to have a fledgling. "Do you wish to feed alone?" he asked. If she wished, he would feed near her, but he hoped it would not be the case.

[Marius]

She followed Louis swiftly, long spirals dancing about her baby features. SHe inhaled deeply, thinking, searching. She was already look from whom to feed, of, but, could she did it? Oh, the whole physical part of it was easy enough. Mentaly, can she handle it, handle it now? Yes, she must.

She relized Louis was stareing at her, she looked to him, offerd a chesire grin, one of her old gestures, and then pressed her lips in thought. She had to do it, she has to. Cold fignertips were resting on her neck, it felt good, familiar. For a moment she did not know what Louis was doing, and relized, he was feelign her pulse.

Already, without asking, she knew. Perhpas it was that Childish intuition, where the younger would automatically sense the feelings of anouther, perhaps it was mere guessing. Full pouted lips parted, her cranium twsited about, looking, and she did not utter a word.

In truth, she was terrifed to leave Louis. Although her fear was great, she was polite, and decided to keep some distance between them, although she made sure she knew where Louis would be. Ya know, jsut in case she got scared.

"I...Yes..." She whisperd, now her fragile physique turned toward Louis, that Cherubic face constorted into a worried expression.

"Don't, don't go too far away...I dont want you do get hurt or something" She stated with the high tones of a girl, but the seriousness of a full grown woman.

With that, she smiled, knowing her declareration was quite the opposite. If anything, she would be the one to be hurt whille feeding.
She took slow steps ahead, paused, but did not turn to face Louis, but spoke to him.

"You don't think I'm hopeless, that I won't last do you? No one has confidence in me, but, do you think am a mistake Louis?" Her head bowed slightly, and she continued her trek onward.

(........I like to type her feedings. Its rahter amusing. So here)

How to go about it? There was always the simple act of deciveing, or, bringing others to her level. It was quite difficult to target a mortal, and just randomly jump upon him like some farel child. That never worked, she had to think. She ddint care to feed, was there a pont, no one wanted her anymore. Why continue?

"Excuse me? Can you help me?" Murmerd Juliet in a sweet voice, she made her frame seem more smaller then usuall. She could do this, it's the only way.

The man bent low, those mortal eeys looking into the Childs.

"Help me....please" Anouther easy act, crying. No tears fell, just the trempling of Shoulders, the tiny voice.

" I lost my mother..." From there, it was easy enough. Juliet led the man, who was not the kindest of sorts, into a Alley way. He was perplexed as to why they were here.

"Why didwe stop, it's getting Darker. We should find your Mother before the night grows more..." He said, making his way to turn onto the sidewalk, a tiny hand clasped hi and she tugged upon his digits.

"Oooh..but..you must stay"

Her hand was wrapped around his wrist and with a pull he stumpled onto his knees and she braced his shoulders, held him still. He was stronger, and, she could harldy finish all the blood. Struggleing, the man against the child. Sharp teeth found his neck, and the mortal witherd within her embrace. The man was fighting, he was powerful, she almost lost him, he almost escaped. She could not hold on, eventually he grew weak.

She was already full, she could only take so much. He was alive, still alive. Panic was about to take her, but she killed him swiftly, carelessly. Two hands on his neck, a simple twist, all was done. She coverd up her kill as lestat told her, although, knowing she wasted anouther life made her Ill.

Her back was against the wall, one of the ones within the tight alleyway. She cried. Cried for Lestat, for Louis, for that poor man, with the last breathes some forgotten hymns, eyes taking the last glance of a Cherub. She tood, wipped the tears and went out onto the streets.....

(( You can repsond to her statement to Louis when she returns if you wish....... )))

[Louis]

Louis looked down sadly at the youngling, her question striking his heart with surprising acuity. His eyes followed her as she turned and strode away from her, searching for her victim. He steepled his fingers and put them to his lips. She would survive, he thought. She had the stamina, she just needed to learn a little more about this life and about the nature of the vampire. She seemed unaware of the reclusive life all vampires lead. No one had told her anything of this life. Perhaps, Louis pondered, he could be the one to show her how to survive. She would not go underground as Lestat had early in his immortality. She was more resilient than that, and God forbid such horrors should befall her as did Lestat.

Louis railed against Lestat in his mind for a moment, wondering. How could Lestat have left one so young? Was his pride so easily broken and his feelings so easily wounded he could abandon his newly-born fledgling because of something as petty as a simple romance? Louis shook his head, letting his hands fall to his sides. Yes, he would stay with Juliet, adopt her in a way.

But what was growing most urgent in his mind was the thirst.

His strides came easy and he wandered for a few minutes. Cross his path came a young woman, beautiful in her solitude. She seemed unafraid of the night, walking with the powerful strides of one who is confident she is superior. Louis stood in front of her and she stopped, cocking her eyebrow. The moment she opened her mouth Louis had her, his hands gripped her arms tightly, bruising her surely. She let out a sharp breath, her muscles tensing, and Louis opened his mouth wide and sank his fangs into that hot perfumed flesh. He almost groaned aloud, so sweet and immediate was the swoon, and he rocked with it, the heart pulsing with his own. The heat flooding his veins was both invasive and divine and he shut his eyes tightly.

He dropped her when he was finished, whisking away from her even as the wounds on her throat closed.

Louis wandered back and went off in search for Juilet. He found her simply enough and was alarmed to see her eyes glazed with latent tears. "Oh, Juliet," he whispered as he approached her, holding out his arms. He held her again, finding the smallness of her body comforting against his chest. "Juliet, I have been thinking," he started slowly, his voice low. "Stay with me." He held her out as he said this so she was arms' length from him. "Be with me, if only for now. I can help you. I wish to show you what this life can be."

He hated himself for a moment, the motivation of this offer suddenly making itself clear. She would be as Claudia was to him; he could teach her all of the beauties of the vampiric world, only now Lestat would not be able to turn her into the ruthless killer Claudia had been. Louis touched her cheek. "Be with me."

[Marius]

(Short sorry...can't think straight! ><')

There it was again, a touch, a sudden feeling of utter compassion. Oh, it was just to late now, to late. Juliet had already adored him from the moment her eyes caught a glimpse of the raven haired male, now, upon meeting and connecting with the immortal she was totally devoted. In short, Juliet loved him, not a drasticlly powerful feeling, but one that is tugging at her and growing as time progresses. The same feeling she had with Lestat, had, now, she is perplexed.


As she was held against his chest, acute ears could hear the blood pump throught his being, his heart. He smelled nice, really, just a random thought that would possibly stay with the helpess being. She inhalled slowly, her lithe form trembling as she fought back more tears. He cranium bowed, the long tresses of curles shrouding her cherubic visage. Tender lids shut, but flutters open as long lashes brushed those rounded cheeks.

Her voice was quiet, fine fingers brushing away a stray hair. Thinking, of how throughout this choas, Louis becomes a beacon, and how she is so highly attracted to that light, when before she was stranded in void. His words startled her, the warm mortal blood flushing her cheeks, a whimsical pettie fairy she appeard and she rapidly embraced Louis.

She held tight, as if, she would let go she would once again be lost. Finally, she stood back, with a serene expression stamped upon her facade. A low and calm tone, wide opticals searching her companions face, looking at emereld eyes

"The truth of it Louis, do you think he cares for me anymore? Would he care if I died, lived...." She utterd siftky, this statment about Lestat.

"Louis, I love you, and maybe you can comprehend how much Im afraid now, and, how much anouthers precense, yours, means. I also think, that Lestat cares to. I care greatly about Lestat and you, and, perhaps that love is unconditional..." Words and gestures seemed aged and serious, plumped lips tugged into a weak smile, the vampire hild placed her own hand upon Louis, her's half the circumfrence.

"Yes Louis, I...need you now. Maybe, I can keep you company in turn, hmm?" She adds, now going upon her toes and placeing each hand on his shoulders, she lightly hoiseted herself to place a kiss upon Louis lips.
"I promise, I'll be good" She declared softly, looking upwards to him, her thin frame in a shadow.