Unknown TruthI was slowly undressing myself in front of the mirror, checking my features as every part became exposed. I was so engrossed at looking at myself that I did not sense my love wrapping his arm under me and kiss me on the cheek. "And they say I'm the narcissist in the family." Lestat turned me around and put his arms around my neck. "You are! However, it's not my fault that everyone thinks I'm careless about my looks." I wrap my arms around his waist and move closer to kiss his sweet lips. Yet, he moves away and looks me in the eye, probably thinking of how that awful untruth started about my not caring how I looked. "My dear and sweet Louis, I believe that you are back to your old self once more." Lestat declares to my astonishment. What does he mean back to my old self? I have not changed at all. I have always remained the same, except for that 200-year period, where I was getting over some issues. "Just because I took a while to pass over those changes of my life does not mean that I am crude, cold, insensitive, and evil." "Louis you are everything but evil…" "Yes well, tell that to Armand." "Oh please, not that again. I told you Louis. He wrote that for revenge, because you gave him a bad description in your book." "It still hurt my feelings. Especially that whole nonsense about cutting Claudias' head was not necessary." "Oh Lou must you always remember the bad things." "No, from what I remember, your book did not describe me in an insulting manner," moving closer to his body, "it actually put me in a very flattering position." I brushed my lips against his, knowing that he would yield again I kissed him hard and left the two of us breathless at the end of our kiss. "That attitude of theirs might change if you presented yourself better Louis. I mean the black on black has to go some time." He continued kissing the base of my jaw moving his tongue lower to the side of my neck. "However, I like having this space all to our selves. This peace and quiet and you and me forever." "I'm glad to hear it." I began removing his shirt and pants. I loved playing with his member. It constantly stood at attention and begged me to touch it. Taking the rest of my clothes in a hurry, I get into bed next him and watch him close his eyes and breath deeply. He looks so peaceful my beautiful angel, but I know that that is not the case inside his head. I lay my head on his abdomen and listen to his every breath as if it were the last and look forward to that thing sticking up from the sheets. I flick it with my fingers watching it move from side to side with the wind. I begin hitting it harder watching it fall all the way down and then rise again to its original position. "Louis stop playing with my dick. It's rather annoying." I feel Lestat say. "But I've read that this act is supposed to make your partner become sexually aroused." "I doubt, that it also says to hit as if it were a bean bag." I laugh and sit up to look at his beautiful eyes. They are so round and open, always glimmering to a new wonder of the world. Much like in his pictures as a child. Leaning down I kiss him once more and this time he does not yield but opens completely to me. No longer are we two separated by fledgling barriers. I hear his thought. No my love we are truly together now. I reply and prepare to go to our heaven. Ever since the two of us realized that we truly could read each other's thoughts we created a special place where we could actually open and even enjoy mortal sex. It was all in our heads, but that is beside the point. Vampires can not enjoy mortal sex, no matter what any one says, but this was beyond what either of us has ever experienced. It even rivaled the swoon that we received while drinking our victims. It was also in here that we talked about our past, while walking down the beach on sunny afternoons. "Louis come down here." I feel his arms bring me down and wrap around my body as the two of us prepare to go back to our secret place. Lestat usually picks the location of our get togethers and I never complain for they are always beautiful. I believe that we are in Miami, fairly close to the Night Island, actually. "You're right, love." "We've never been here before." I walk slowly loving the feel of the sun on my back and the warm sand go through my toes. We sit on a log and just watch the ocean waves roll in and out, making a beautiful soothing sound. "When are we going to tell the others about this. I know that David suspects, but so are the others." "Louis how many times have we talked about this. We can not tell anyone." "Yes we have, but you have never explained the reason to me. Why?" Holding me by the shoulders and looking into my eyes he wants me to understand something that is still a mystery to me. "Louis if they find out we will be separated and tested like lab rats." "I recall you saying that no one could ever capture you." "Yes but they will capture you and I will have to comply to their wishes then." Putting my arms around him I regret bringing this topic into discussion, but I know that we need talk about this issue. "I'm too powerful Louis." He finally gives me the truth. "I know this and so do you. Maharet, Khayman, and Marius all fear this. Falling silent he looks out at the sea. "What do they fear, Lestat?" Putting my hand under his chin, I turn his face towards mine I see the fear and worry in his eyes. "That I'm no longer a vampire, but something else." What!!! Dawning on me of what he means I hug him not wanting to believe at what he had such said. I knew that he was strong and powerful and probably rivaled the very first brood when it came to above. Yet, I never, ever though that he could have transcended into something else. What could be higher than a vampire? "That's the problem Louis. No one knows." Leaning down and kissing me on the lips I open to him as he had opened to me. Falling down on the sand, he kisses the nape of my neck moving downward to my nipple and playing with it with his teeth. Looking up at my face, he again looks into my eyes. "Louis would you like to join me. To be like I am. "To be like an angel?" I ask. "Even better…you would not have to feed off mortals any more. Lord knows the last time I actually drained someone because I was starving. I only take sips here and there. You could fly, read people's minds and we would truly be joined forever. Nothing not even the sun could separates us then. Touching my cheek he pleads me to understand what this 'transformation' would mean to us. To never have hunger and to walk among the mortals as an equal and yet be higher than them. To feel the sun on my skin once more without the fear of being burned. Finally, to be with Lestat for eternity was beyond all that I could ever imagine. I knew that he loved me completely at this time. For he would not have offered this new 'status' of vampirism to anyone that he not care about. Yet, something tugged me to reconsider this whole deal. It was all very tempting, but that would mean that I would have to give up everything I ever believed in. "Louis what have you ever believed in? Thinking for a second I replied, "My soul." "Are you saying that I don't have one." "No, no, no, no, no, Lestat." Suddenly aware of the drastic mistake I have committed. "It is just that I…It's the only thing that I thought was of value in me." After a few moments of deep thought Lestat finally replied. "You, Louis, are the true value to me. Your soul is but a component of the whole package that I would never trade for the whole world. I love you." He presses his lips to mine, "That's why I've reconsidered and I don't want to give this 'new' curse. But with this choice I have to take something away." "What?" "Close your eyes and you will see." As I close my eyes, I feel his lips kiss me once more and then every thing goes black…… I woke in my bed early this night. I felt that something was different but I could not put my finger on it. Ever since Lestat awoke from the chapel, he has remained silent and uncommunicative with the whole coven. He does not even speak to me, no matter how many times I've tried. Even attempting a telepathic method that David had mentioned earlier. I wonder if that night before Armand arrived was even real. Or just some fantasy that Lestat was getting better at all. Walking into his room, I see Lestat lying naked on his bed. Removing the sheet I have a clear view of his body and for a second wonder what it would feel to have sex with him, but push the thought aside as being absurd. When I look at his face, I see two red lines running from his eyes. "Oh, Lestat what ever could you be crying for?" I ask a question that will never be answered. Lightly kissing his lips I pick up his body, carry him to the bath, and give him a wash. It really feels like I'm washing mannequin or a statue instead of a person. Drying his body and wrapping him in a towel, I change the bed sheets and notice that the pillows are all filled with blood tears. Throwing everything away I again place Lestat on the bed and brush his hair softly. Lying down next to him, I place my head on his abdomen…why does this seem so familiar? I wonder as I look downward, and see his little member stand at attention it's at this time that I suddenly feel uncomfortable lying near Lestat. Getting up from the bed I look at him once more and go into the library to finish my book, not noticing that Lestat had begun crying as I closed his door.
