I  let myself back into my hotel room.  I had walked up and 
down the  streets for two hours, and I missed the showing of the movie.  I  
wanted to clear the image of that mysterious blond man from my mind.   He 
disturbed 
me in ways that I couldn't and didn't want to  understand.  Not that the guy 
wasn't the most gorgeous SOB I had seen  in a long time.  I couldn't keep a 
grin off of my face.  If it  were any other time...   
I  took my shoes off and padded into the bedroom.  I went straight to my  
closet to get some casual clothes to put on.  Tonight I had left so  quickly 
that 
I didn't take the time to change clothes.  I pulled out  a pair of shorts and 
a T-shirt and went into the bathroom to  change.   
I  came out of the bathroom a few minutes later feeling completely refreshed. 
 The bedside clock said that it was only 10pm.  I wondered if John had  
brought up my dinner like I'd asked him.  As if on cue, my stomach  growled at 
me.  
As I glanced out the door to my balcony, I noticed  that my dinner was 
sitting there waiting for me.  I was thrilled that  John would do something so 
sweet.  I walked out onto the balcony and  breathed in the fresh air.  John 
must 
have realized that I would love  eating out here tonight.  I sat down and began 
to hungrily consume my  food.   
After  a few minutes, I felt a prickling sensation on the back of my neck.  
Someone was here!  I thought frantically. I was about to fly back  into my room 
to call for help when a soft voice said,  “Jamie.”  
The voice came from the shadowed part of  the wide balcony.  “Who's there?” 
I whispered.   
He  stepped out of the shadows.  He said softly with a slight French  accent, 
“You had better be more careful when choosing your  friends.”   
“You!” I shouted, and then whispered loudly, “Who are you, and what the  
hell are you doing here?”   
“Tsk,  tsk...such language coming from such an attractive woman,” he said, 
with a  slight smile.  
“Don't avoid the issue, you  bastard.  You come into my hotel room and dare 
to criticize my  language?  Who the hell do you think you are?”  I ended with a 
 shout.  I was royally pissed off by now.   
He laughed softly with delight.  “No wonder he loved you...you're so, how do 
they say, refreshing,” he  said, almost to himself.   
This  situation was becoming more and more bizarre.  “What do you mean by  
that?” I asked, confused, “and you still didn't answer my question, you  know.” 
 I folded my arms across my chest as I said  this.  
His face grew more serious, although his  eyes (those eyes!!!!) were still 
full of humor.  “I came to warn you,  my dear, that you should have heeded the 
words of the old man,” he  whispered softly.  
“What did you say?” I asked, confusedly.  “How did you know about that?”  I 
was really becoming more and more  confused.  Before I knew it he had me by 
the  shoulders.   
“Remember my warning,” he said, and then his mouth was on mine.  His  kiss 
was nothing like I had ever experienced.  It was full of passion  and violence. 
 He forced my lips open, and his tongue entered my  mouth.  I can definitely 
say that he ravished me with just a  kiss.  Suddenly I realized something, I 
don't know exactly what, but  I knew that I could not let him control the 
situation.  I knew that  almost instinctively.   
I  tore my mouth from his, and gasped, “I can't do this.”  But my own  
passion had been stirred, and I found his mouth again.  I was in  control now, 
at 
least for the moment.  Without ever breaking contact,  I shoved him back into 
the wall and had my way with him.  I ran my  hands up his muscular chest, down 
his arms, and finally, they rested on  his backside.   
He  groaned into my mouth when I did this.  My fingers kneaded the firm  
globes of his flesh, and I could feel him rock-hard against my  stomach.   
“Enough,” he growled, and tore his mouth  from mine.  I was still lost in a 
passionate swoon when I felt his  lips on my neck.  He kissed my neck several 
times, while running his  tongue up and down it.  I think I felt a slight 
pain, and then I felt  nothing at all.   Lestat groaned as the woman's blood  
poured into him.  She had awakened his passion like no other woman,  even 
Akasha, 
had ever had.  He couldn't kill her, so he had to stop  drinking.  But the 
blood was so rich, richer than any other mortal's  blood he had ever had.  He 
lifted his head from her neck, and simply  held her in his arms.   
She  sagged against him, lost in a swoon or dream.  Since he couldn't read  
her thoughts, he couldn't tell.  He picked her up and carried her to  her bed.  
He gently layed her down, and covered her up with a  blanket.  She curled up 
on her side, and snuggled into her  pillow.   
Lestat pondered this.  She looked so childlike right now, yet, not  five 
minutes before, she had been like a raging lioness.  Where she  had found the 
strength to shove him into the wall, he didn't know.   He just knew that he had 
come very close to losing all control.  He  wanted her badly, both in the 
mortal 
and vampiric way.  He kissed her  on her forehead and said, “Sweet dreams, ma 
chere.  We'll be seeing  each other again soon.  I promise you that.”   
Lestat remembered that he needed to make the wounds go away, and so he  
brushed Jamie's hair away from her neck.  To his utter shock, the  wounds were 
already closing.  The bruising was virtually gone.   Astounding, he thought.  
What 
was this woman?  He couldn't  fathom it.  He was tempted to drink from her 
again, just to see if  her wounds healed again.  But that would have been too 
tacky, he  thought, wryly.  Mentally, he turned off the lights in the  room.  
He 
walked out onto the balcony, and closed the doors behind  him.  He locked the 
doors, and then took to the  air.    He landed at the flat a few minutes  
later.  He could sense Armand was still there...conversing with Louis  in the 
parlor.  He thought out, I'm  back.  
Well?   Armand sent back to him, impatiently.  
Wait...I'm on my way in , he thought  back.  
Lestat walked into the parlor, and saw  two pairs of eyes—one green and the 
other brown—staring at him.   “Well?” Armand asked, “what happened?”  
“More than you could imagine,” Lestat  responded, before taking his seat.  
“Go on,” Louis  prodded.   
Lestat thought for a second.  “Well, she is no threat to us.   She doesn't 
even believe in us,” he said, breaking  off....  
Armand picked up some of the images from  Lestat's mind.  He saw them 
watching each other in the dining room,  saw them talking on a balcony, saw 
them 
kissing, and saw them...”Lestat!”  he exclaimed, “you drank from her!”  
Lestat glared  at Armand.  “Stay out of my mind, you miserable, little 
weasel. If I  had wanted to tell you that, I would have.”   
“Lestat!” Louis chided.   
Lestat looked  at Armand, who seemed hurt by these words.  “I apologize, 
Armand,  it's just that she affected me much more than I thought she would.  I  
can understand why Daniel loved her so much.”   
Armand seemed relieved by the apology.  “Yes, he did love her very  much.  It 
almost destroyed him when he made them believe he was  dead.”  
Louis said, “If she stays in town too  long, the odds are greater that she 
and Daniel will run into each  other.  Now, if we can keep Daniel in Miami, the 
odds would shift in  our favor.”  
Lestat looked towards the parlor  entrance.  “Too late,” he said.  Armand 
and Louis both looked  towards the door, too.  There stood Daniel...his violet 
eyes  flashing.   
Louis  rose to his feet, and went to Daniel.  “Daniel, welcome,” he said,  
kissing Daniel on the cheek.  “Have a seat please,” directing him to  a nearby 
chair.   
Daniel looked at Armand, then Louis, then Lestat, and then back to Armand,  
who shifted uncomfortably.  “Ok. What the hell is going on  here?  I've been 
sensing that something is bothering all of you,  something that you aren't 
telling me.  And we're not leaving this  room, until you tell me what it is.”   
Armand, Lestat, and Louis all looked at each other.  They all nodded  their 
heads in agreement...Daniel had to know.  And know was just as  good a time as 
any.  Shall I?  Lestat  asked Armand.  
Armand gave his head a slight  shake.  No, beloved friend.  Daniel is my  
fledging, which makes him my responsibility, he thought back to  Lestat.  He 
seemed to accept this, and then he leaned back into his  chair.  
“Daniel,” Armand  said.......  




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