“Daniel,” Armand said, “something has happened that will
greatly affect you.”
Daniel looked at Lestat and Louis trying to understand. When he received no
response, he returned his attention back to Armand.
“What is it?” he asked.
Armand looked uncertain, and then looked to Lestat for support. Lestat
nodded at this silent request and spoke up for the first time since Daniel had
arrived.
“Daniel,” he said, “come here to me.”
Always when Lestat told Daniel to do something, Daniel usually obeyed
without question. But this time, something was terribly wrong. He was
beginning
to become very concerned.
“Why?” he asked Lestat.
“Just come here,” Lestat ordered, “I'll show you everything you need to
know.”
Daniel walked over to Lestat and sat down next to him. “What do I need to
do?” he asked.
“Just open your mind to me,” Lestat said, “And I'll do the rest.”
Although he was extremely nervous about this, Daniel was satisfied with
Lestat's response, and he opened his mind to Lestat. Lestat then proceeded to
mentally inform Daniel of everything that had happened over the past few days.
After a few minutes, Lestat terminated the mental contact.
Daniel looked up at Armand, completely stunned. “She's here?” he asked, “
In New Orleans? Right now?”
Armand nodded grimly, “I've seen her, and as Lestat showed you, he's seen
her too....” Armand looked askance at Lestat, “....among other things.”
Lestat merely shrugged at this announcement, but Daniel turned to glare at
him.
“Lestat, we will talk about that later,” he said, “but now, what am I going
to do about her? I haven't seen her for such a long time.” He felt the
tears come into his eyes. Damn, but he hated being such a sap. “I'm outta
here,” he said, and he exited the room.
Daniel found his way to the courtyard and collapsed on a bench. The sobs
threatened, but didn't come. He was full of wonder at the mere thought of her
being so close to him after all of this time. He couldn't believe it....she
was HERE! He wondered if he should see her at least once. It had been such
a long time—over twenty years. Imagine that. He pictured her as Lestat had
seen her. She looked no different than she did when they were together. In
fact, she looked exactly the same. This puzzled Daniel to no end. How come
she hadn't aged? He then remembered what Lestat had shown him after he,
damn him, had drank from her. The wounds had closed as if she were....no,
that
was not it. Lestat had said that she had eaten a cheeseburger and fries with
great gusto. That's my Jamie, he thought with a slight laugh, making a pig of
herself in a fine dining room.
Suddenly he felt an urge that he hadn't felt in a long time, he wanted a
cheeseburger and fries. He heard a laugh come from behind him and a voice
spoke, “Daniel, you would be sick if you did that.” Louis.
Daniel turned around on the bench and looked at the beautiful, green-eyed
one. He pointed to the space beside him. “Please,” he offered. Louis sat
down beside him and merely looked at him. “They knew that you would need to
talk to someone, and I got volunteered,” he said with a chuckle.
Daniel smiled at him, and said, “Louis, you would probably be only one I
could talk to right about now. Do you realize that I have the chance to see
her
again, and try to make things right? It's not that I merely want to see her
and talk to her—which I do, believe me—but it's that I have to see her. I
have to try to explain, and to make things right. Can you imagine the guilt
and sorrow I've had to live with for these past years?”
Louis looked at him with total sympathy. “Daniel, of course I can. I've
lived with guilt for over 200 years, remember?” He grinned at Daniel, who
laughed delightedly. Louis continued, “I lived with the guilt every day that
my
mother and sister were alive. I wanted to show myself to them , but I knew
if I did, I would make matters much, much worse for them. I wanted their
last memories of me to be happy ones, not memories of their son/brother as the
demon-thing that I was, and am now.”
He paused, and Daniel said, “But you saw them right? Even from afar?” When
Louis nodded, he said, “Well, I haven't even done that. I had to make it a
complete break, because she knew me too well. If I had left the slightest
clue that I was still alive, she would have searched for me until the end.”
He
paused, and at Louis' nod he went on, “I couldn't let her waste her life
looking for me. I loved her too much for that.”
Louis watched Daniel as he stood up to pace around the bench. Daniel
continued, “But do you want to know what really makes me upset?”
Louis asked, “What is that, Daniel? That she has moved on with her life?
But isn't that what you wanted?”
Daniel was surprised by Louis' insight, but he knew he shouldn't have been.
Louis was very perceptive, and he had totally hit the mark. Daniel
answered, “Yes, I am upset that she moved on with her own life, and, yes, that
was
what I wanted,” he paused, before going on, “that was until I saw the image in
Lestat's mind of she and him. For one second, I wanted to kill him. He was
putting his hands all over my girl.”
Louis laughed delightedly. “I am so glad that you still love her like that.
And honestly, I think that you definitely should go and see her. It will
do you both good in the long run.”
As they began to walk back into the flat, Daniel stopped suddenly. Louis
looked at him with a knowing smile. “You want to see her tonight, do you not?”
Daniel nodded and said, “It's still early enough...dawn isn't for hours yet.
”
Twenty minutes later, Daniel was standing outside of Jamie's window. She
was as beautiful as he remembered. He knew that he could spend the rest of
the
night watching her, but she suddenly quickly sat up. She looked towards the
window—towards him. I felt a slight touch upon my face, and yet it was
enough to stir me. I opened my eyes and smiled. My lover's violet eyes
looked
down upon me. I felt his hands begin to remove my clothes. As he removed
each piece of clothing, he would stroke my skin. I murmured with delight,
and moved towards his touch. He bade me to be still. He said in the softest
voice, “Let me pleasure you tonight.”
And he began to do just that. His touch was so soft I could barely feel it,
but yet it sent shivers up and down my spine. He removed my blouse, and his
hands skimmed along the edges of my breasts. I moaned softly. I watched as
he pulled my shorts off. He stroked his fingers up my legs, just stopping
short of the notch between my legs. I moaned with frustration. He shushed
me
by saying, “We have plenty of time, my love.”
And then he began to rain kisses upon my face. He dropped kisses on each
one of my eyes. He kissed along the side of my jaw. He also planted soft
butterfly kisses along the sides of my mouth, but he wouldn't kiss me
directly.
He ran his tongue along my ear, sending shivers up and down my spine. All the
time he was kissing me, his hand was driving me to distraction. I felt his
hands on my neck, my arms, and along my stomach. He would stop just short
of touching my breasts.
Finally, he kissed me. It was a long, soft, drugging kiss. I opened my
mouth and felt his tongue go inside my mouth. He might be taking charge
tonight, but I was going to show him that I was letting him take charge. I
slid my
tongue into his mouth, forcing his back. Our tongues warred with each
other, his pushing mine back into my mouth, and vice versa. I captured his
tongue
with my lips and sucked on it, and he would run his tongue along the inside
of my mouth.
He broke off the kiss and left me. I groaned with frustration, before
feeling his weight on the bed again. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. He
had
removed his clothes and rejoined me. I closed my eyes again and lost myself
in the sensations. I felt him brush the tops of my breasts with his lips.
He traced circle around the tips of my breasts with his finger, but he
wouldn't touch them. I vowed that I would get even with him, and I told him
as
much. He softly laughed at that.
I felt him straddle me, and as he did so, I felt the evidence of his
arousal. He was magnificent.& He leaned over and finally kissed my nipples.
I
arched into his touch, and he opened his mouth onto them. His tongue lapped
at
it with the flat part of his tongue. He suckled one nipple while his hand
plucked at my other one. He didn't leave any part of me untouched. He
touched
and he stroked until I thought I was going to go out of my mind.
Finally his mouth left my breasts, and I felt his tongue going southwards.
He swirled his tongue around my navel, and I laughed a little. I was
ticklish there. He knew it too because I felt his smile against my skin. He
kissed
his way down to notch between my thighs. He parted my thighs with his hand,
and touched me. My back arched high off of the bed. His index finger played
with the hard little nubbin of my desire. I sobbed with delight, and then I
gasped harshly when I felt his tongue touch me there. He licked and probed
until I was almost insensate with feeling. Suddenly my muscles tightened,
and then I burst into shards of pleasure.
As I was coming down from that wonderful high, I suddenly felt his mouth on
mine. He kissed me deeply, and I felt him in between my thighs, poised and
ready. I lifted my hips in welcome, and he drove into me. In my mouth, his
tongue was mimicking the actions of his lower body. I tore my mouth away from
him and moaned in a low voice. He forced me back to his mouth, but this
time I was the aggressor. My tongue went into his mouth, and then I surprised
him by flipping him onto his back.
I smiled down at my lover, and then proceeded to set the tone. I rode him
fast, which drove him crazy, and I rode him slow, which caused him to growl in
pleasure. His hands were on my breasts, kneading them roughly. I reached
back behind me and stroked and cupped him. His hips shot up, sending spirals
of pleasure through me, and it just about lifted us both off of the bed. I
suppose he had had enough, because all of a sudden, I found myself on my back
again. “Let's finish it,” I groaned. He began to roughly move inside me,
and I felt the pressure building up in me. Finally, I came with a force that
nearly rendered me unconscious. I heard him groan as he reached his
pleasure's peak. I felt him spill into me, which caused me to explode again.
I
sobbed as I reached for him. “Never leave me again,” I moaned.
“I won't, my love,” he said, only the voice was slightly different. It had
a slight French accent to it. I looked at him and saw blond hair and blue
eyes.
My eyes popped open, and I sat up stock-straight. My Lord, I thought, what
a dream. Then I sensed a presence standing outside my window.....
**************It's only a deal if it's where you want to go. Find your travel
deal here.
(http://information.travel.aol.com/deals?ncid=aoltrv00050000000047)
