13 Griffin Way, Sunday Night

[tyler_gone]

The taste of the priest's blood still sang in Louis' mouth as he ran back to the home whose keys had been among the belongings in the apartment where he woke up with that same priest the morning before.

He was the most vile of all sinners, and he knew it, damned even among those doomed to walk as vampires. The fact he knew Lestat would take pride in what he'd done made it sting even more.

He wondered, dimly, where Lestat and Claudia had gotten to; he hadn't seen them since the tavern the night before. With that thought on his mind, he started exploring the house, searching for signs of any residents living, dead, or otherwise.

[OOC: For the other vampeers and the housemates.]

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[shiroi_tiger]

"She is dying," Lestat said, re-claiming his arm from the woman before him, idly licking at his wrist until it healed clean, as though it had not ever seen a wound. "We all did, once, Claudia."

He spared her a smug, tired smile. Sharing his blood was never easy, after all.

"It will hurt. And then it will hurt her no longer."

[clevermsbennet.livejournal.com]

There had been pain, the sharp sting of Louis's fangs, and then a peaceful fading out, as her life had ebbed away. Then the liquid, dark and rich on her tongue. And now ... and now ...

Eliza screamed, back arching as she writhed. Every inch of her skin was set aflame. Every nerve twisted itself and burned out. She sobbed. She pleaded. She burned.

After a thousand years, or perhaps a few long, terrible minutes, she was quiet, as her heart beat to a stop. Her hair had nearly pulled itself from her proper pinnings, during her death struggle; now it flowed around her in thick, dark curls. Her teeth sharpened themselves into fangs.

Her eyes seemed to work; Eliza sat up, carefully, entranced by the sights before her.

"What is the meaning of this?" she asked calmly, glancing at each of them in turn.

[tyler_gone]

"You are a vampire," Louis said, offering a hand to help her up. "You are as we are. You will never get old, or sick, or die. Does the world appear changed to you?"

He had hated watching her agony; he was only grateful it seemed to have been short, and more grateful yet that Claudia now had the mother she had so desperately craved. They would be a family, now, and one that might last for eternity.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

The agongy was over, and Claudia would not dwell on that particular unpleasantness. The vampire woman was beautiful and she was her mother for all eternity, to live with her as she was made to do.

"Maman," she murmured, tentatively, but with increasing fascination as she stepped forward, towards her. "Maman, you are mine as my fathers gave you to me."

[clevermsbennet.livejournal.com]

"Maman?" Eliza asked, kneeling before the beautiful child. She looked as a porcelain doll. She reached up to carefully brush a single blonde curl away from the girl's face. "Have you no mother, little one?"

How heartbreaking, to be an eternal child with no mother's comforting embrace.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

She shook her head, her little blonde curls shiny and brilliant. "You were made for me, to be my maman now. You are my love and I will cherish you always," she said, her voice small, gentle.

Tilting her head slightly, she reached up to cup her new maman's cheek. "Love me, maman, love me forever."

[clevermsbennet.livejournal.com]

Eliza's heart was breaking; the child was so desperately in need of a mother. She reached out, pulling the girl into a tight embrace.

"I shall, little one," she said, sniffling against those golden curls. "I shall be your maman. For always."

If she were doomed (and damned) to haunt the edges of night. then she would at least keep this child safe. Loved. Protected.