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Word: Stripes
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The glassy eyes of the corpse watch me as I try to catch my breath. I came to moments ago, standing in the center of the hotel room, her body crumpled on the floor, bloodless and unmoving. I do not remember this woman with her striped dress and retro hairdo. I have no memory of meeting her or of bringing her here. I don’t even recognize the hotel room. It might be under her name.
Shit, shit, shit.
I shake myself out of stillness. I have to do something. The hotel information on the table tells me this room is in Philadelphia. Last I remember, I was in Charlotte, North Carolina. I don’t know how I got here or how long I’ve been here. I don’t think the woman’s been dead more than a few hours because blood courses through my veins. I assume it used to be hers. But I’m working with a very limited set of facts. And the thing about hotels is, they don’t let you hole up for days. Eventually, they make you open the door. How long do I have? I don’t know.
The corpse has black hair and fake eyelashes. The stripes on her dress are blue and white. She is—was—pretty. Now she’s a corpse. Beauty doesn’t matter when you’re dead.
I pick up the hotel phone and dial Night Island. There’s no answer. I dial his office number. This time, he picks up. His tone is smooth, all business. All he says is, “Hello.” I slam the receiver down. I pace. I stare at the corpse. She’s watching me.
No, no, she’s dead. Murdered. I killed her.
I do not remember killing her. And this isn’t the first time this is happened.
I swallow my panic. It’s just a body. I can handle this.
What I can’t handle is blacking out and losing time. The cracks in my sanity are spreading like cracks in glass, growing and splintering off in a thousand directions and soon my mind will be shattered to pieces.
I pick up the phone again but this time, I don’t dial. I just stare at the corpse. “I fucked up,” I tell her. But then I amend that statement. “I am fucked up.”
She knew it was true. Maybe it was her last thought.
If I don’t clean up this mess, it may very well be mine.
I was still sitting there staring at the entrance to the tunnel when I heard fast crisp steps approaching, someone walking steadily, heavily and fast.
“Get up, Lestat.”
I turned and looked up into the face of my mother.
There she was after all these years in her old khaki safari jacket and faded jeans, her hair in a braid over her shoulder, her pale face like a porcelain mask.
“Come on, stand up!” she said, those cold blue eyes flashing in the lights of the burning building at the mouth of the tunnel.
And in that moment as love and resentment clashed with humbling fury, I was back at home hundreds of years ago, walking with her in those cold barren fields, with her haranguing me in that impatient voice. “Get up. Move. Come on.”
“What are you going to do if I don’t?” I snarled. “Slap me?”
And that’s what she did. She slapped me.
Gabrielle’s introduction in the novel Prince Lestat (Anne Rice)
The second picture in the Lestat ask is actually Sam Heughan, not Sam Reid, so you know :) !! xx
Oh thanks! I’ll trust you on that, I can’t tell… edited the post 😉
“… two wet shriveled things that had been alive, mother and daughter in one another’s arms, the murdered pair on the kitchen floor. But these two lying under the gentle rain were Madeleine and Claudia, … the hand that clutched at the child was whole like a mummy’s hand. But the child, the ancient one, my Claudia, was ashes.”
– Louis de Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire
WHY WOULD SOMEONE GIF THIS SCENE HOW DARE YOU SIR
IT HAD TO BE DONE
Basically bc it seemed like noone else had tried to do it before, and it should be highlighted how magnificent Brad Pitt is/was. Never ever say he is just a pretty face! He is basically doing it all alone in this scene. It’s a monologue w/out words. Maybe this is the inner monologue:
“So what’s in here… oh shit… oh fuck NO. NOOOOOOO… Oh sweet jesus… maybe she can be fixed? I’m gonna touch her- No, no, no… that was bad. She’s really gone.”
Bonsoir~ Merci beaucoup for rebloging and bumping my little murder families thing (which I intend to continue *ifIhaveotherstupidideashum*). I don’t know how you found it – my blog is so underground I have myself difficulties to find it – but I’m glad that you did enjoy it! I’m a very recent aficionada of IWTV (the movie): I saw it only 2 weeks ago, but I’ve fallen for Lestat (and Tom Cruise in that role). I absolutely love your blog, and your memes are a delight of fun. So again, thank you!
Heyyyy thanks for the compliments ♥u♥ You just saw the movie 2 wks ago?! omg wow you are very fresh blood for the fandom. Yummmm. Lestat has claimed another victim. If I may suggest, read the book. Let the movie be your gateway drug to the WHOLE SERIES *evil laughter*
Your murder families thing is hilarious! I love Hannibal/Lestat crossover action. Please do moar! Here’s one of mine:
posting my lestat cosplay before the year ends!!
the reason why i didn’t post this before is that i have no pics of it (this was taken by abnormaland) bc i was ill af n all the pics i took sucked
Wow incredible, god how cool would it be to be in New Orleans and turn the corner and they walk by — it would be amazing! Love all the detail, just beautiful.
