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3. (childhood) A harsh lesson is learned.The slap came suddenly, without warning, flat across his cheeks. He felt the blood rush to his face before the stinging pain, which shot through his skin, heightened by the humiliation which accompanied it.
“Never again, do you hear?”
Though many years down the line this action would become as regular as saying “Good morning,” this time it was fresh; shocking and frightening.
The tears came too fast, adding to his embarrassment, as the hiccuped assent slipped past his lips.
It had been innocent enough: he’d been playing in a dirt in the patches of grass outside the chateau, pushing rocks about with sticks, when another boy had come up over the hill and approached him.
They began to play together without much preamble, as children were wont to do, the other boy taking up a stick as well and the two of them creating a game out of the sticks and rocks. The boy was nice: shaggy, light brown hair, freckles, not well dressed but then, neither was Lestat. They laughed as they played, arguing amicably as they sat, side by side, in the dirt.
It was Lestat who grasped the other boy’s hand, and the boy held his back as they continued to babble back and forth, toes dusty in the dirt, shoulders pressed close, each child enjoying the other’s company.
But it was the other boy who turned his head and pressed his lips to Lestat’s, pulling back almost as suddenly as he’d done it.
Lestat had paused, as bemused as a child might be capable of, before kissing the other boy back.
The boy smiled as Lestat pulled away. “It’s what the grown-ups do, you know. When they want to make babies.”
Lestat laughed sweetly. “Do you want to make babies?”
“My sister says it feels good, to kiss boys. To make babies.”
Lestat had nodded, sagely. It did feel good, the kissing. “Then we should do it again, don’t you think?”
And they did.
But too soon, Lestat heard a cry from behind him, and was swept up into the arms of his nurse. He was far too big to be held, of course, but she was in a fury, dragging him up towards the chateau as she cursed and chastised, quickly swatting at the other boy until he ran away.
Inside, presented to his father, the slap was administered. He was called a disappointment. He was sent to his room without supper.
It was then he understood: kisses may feel good, but that didn’t make them right.
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“My, that’s an irreparable thought to think of. Well, let me see. Of all my time on this earth, I have never seen a white-robed man, nor have I seen his legions. As do all creatures, I wonder of my place in this void, such as “Why must the different be condemned to suffer?” As for an answer, I haven’t found one. God seems to ignore me completely. “
The Vampire Armand
I literally have no idea what to do with The Vampire Armand. I remember reading it when I was young and being utterly disgusted with Armand. I still am revolted by what he did to Claudia, his selfishness and hollowness, and how he has managed to forgive himself while still being so cruel to Louis, whom he, let’s put it plainly, used.
And then again I think about the child whom Marius saved, I think that Marius could not have made a worse blunder in his existence. Of course Santino would choose Armand to preach his religion. Armand was already so given to putting first one and then the other person or ideology on a pedastal, and dedicating himself to it blindly. I pity Armand.
But…Louis was just as cruel to Armand as he was to him. Perhaps even more so. Louis admits it. Armand also has a tendency to lie, so whether or not he actually did that to Claudia is unsure. After all, the only person who last saw Claudia was Louis and you would think he would notice if her head wasn’t on the right body—ashes or not. ;c There’s a lot more to Armand, but you’re certainly scratching the surface. )
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I don’t believe Armand re: the Claudia experiment, he had his motives for making David think he was the kind of twisted mad-scientist (at that time) who would try that, and yet, he spun it in such a way that it seemed like he actually was trying to help her get what she wanted most (if in fact it happened at all)(which I don’t think it did):
“I tried to grant her fondest wish, that she should have the body of a woman…The fire of Heaven destroyed the awful unhealed evidence of my Satanic surgery as it turned her to a monument in ash. No evidence remained of her last hours within the torture chamber of my makeshift laboratory. No one need ever have known what I say now.” – The Vampire Armand
Much sadness, very cry ;n;
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