long time ago I wrote a letter.
A letter among many others.
A letter about me.
A letter to those who loved him.
Perhaps learning to listen, learning to ask, instead of believing you know ...
Lestat "I believe that ours is a romantic love.
It is not.
In practice, we fight to kill take about three times a week.
And I really I do not really contain.
Morgan is fickle and moody. And for every trifle lost all control.
You can imagine how this is counterproductive with ME.
Basically when I'm not pissed off about something, he does.
I never do enough, from his point of view. I do TOO much, from my.
It 's a struggle.
Just Benatar song of you I posted some time ago, "love is a battlefield."
with him every day is a new challenge. A challenge to my patience, especially.
Sunday we broke every glass in the house.
can destroy a vampire who cries a glass.
two vampires that can destroy a lot of screaming.
If either one is ME, ANY fragile thing that is destroyed in the vicinity.
Tuesday, while they lose the windows, we went to sleep at the hotel.
Crazy.
few weeks ago has come to insult me \u200b\u200bfor a whole night. In the end I was so exasperated that I have thrown to the ground on the plasma TV, just to try to not make it a piece of coal.
If you ask me what, then, keep us connected, the answer is trivial. I LOVE
Morgan. I honestly do not
is that Louis was very different. Only I was screaming and he was not. By Claudia
was even worse because every time there was a problem were two against one, ME.
And that always made me even more angry. Morgan
At least with a clash at par. Of course, I'm stronger.
much stronger.
But I shared with him a lot of my power (and much of my blood ... AH AH AH).
I love it.
And being with him is a battle that motivates me every day.
seems I just can not help but always be the Wolfs Killer of the past.
Even as love.
And this love is madness, this love is extreme.
But that's great. In times of
calm in moments of love, everything is perfect.
Her perfume, her eyes, the way they look.
The taste of her blood.
I think you mortals can not understand how we "love".
I do not want to hurt you or upset.
But I wish I understood. Maybe your eyes would seem-as you can tell? - Violent.
Why is half of the blood. And the blood means injury and suffering, though in pleasure and desire.
really do not want to bother you in the story. Then proceed. Because I understand that a man could look like ...
It 's too hard, too far away.
What counts, what I want to tell here is the desire to love.
The desire to be one, one person, one mind, one soul.
And this is what happens. I am him and he is me.
And then the television. And the music.
He wakes up and takes a bath. Loves it.
Asolta music. And sings often.
E 'at that moment that I write to you, usually.
Sometimes, I like to swim with him. But I will not dwell on this too. Then he
hunting. Sometimes I follow it because it is very sensual in the way of hunting.
I like to watch it. I like his way of doing it. Although
sees humans as yet very limited. VERY limited.
We often see a movie on cable TV. We simply squatting as a couple on the couch all.
laid her head on my belly with his legs on the armrest of the sofa.
Then, as I turn the channels, all of a sudden says "this Lestat."
And then literally go into a trance until the end of the film.
I mostly look at him. I look at the shape of her face. She stroked his hair.
But I understand that, after all, are only an enhancement of contour, because what counts is the emotion that the story told in the film can give. Adora
practically every film genre, but prefers those unbearably sad.
One night a few weeks ago, I did see "Breaking the Waves" for five consecutive times.
The last I would have shot him. Even if you would not have helped much.
Violence seeks violence. He is looking for. He is afraid, but want to.
That is never my own.
That love tenderly violently or is difficult.
I wrote about this on the forum some time ago.
Often we go out. Very often. I'm going to still
Shine.
But some people prefer 'most romantic at this time.
We literally love the Bubble Lounge.
It 's a really nice place, I would like to see him.
There is a bar, brightly lit. With the sun high, the customers. Are purple (actually a cross between violet and purple).
This is ADORABLE.
The decor is warm, family. The walls are brick and is filled with sofas and low tables.
It 's a very simple room. Trendy, yet stylish.
the floor there are carpets.
This statement may seem strange to a European, like you. But, you see, in the United States do not know the slightest thing is a beautiful carpet. At home, in France, we had two beautiful rugs and tapestries from Aubusson.
Rue Royale there are too many rugs. Two Persians, in particular, the grounds beautiful.
day I'd also look at the pattern of a carpet.
But that's another story.
I was saying ... the premises. In
of synthetic libraries, on the wall, holding bottles of champagne. And 'This is the specialty of the restaurant.
Champagne and sparkling wines.
course, I order two glasses and Morgan, but we do not consume anything.
Sometimes I wonder how they do not realize, because we go there quite often.
The men will never cease to amaze me. After the Bubble
go home or go dancing somewhere.
At home we read. We're there. Always embraced.
Morgan does not talk much.
sometimes gets to play with the buttons of my shirt or the wires of course.
Then, suddenly, it crashes.
She looks at me.
And with all the tranquility of the world says "Lestat.'m Happy." I
crashes into something, really, when I say that.
Then maybe, a second later, there we are going to massacre tirandoci forks in silver service Armand.
But at that moment, that precise, accurate, beautiful moment, everything is perfect.
What do you say, I have a boring life? The Vampire Lestat
Great ending to read books in her lap with her lover?
AH AH AH ...
Maybe some would say "but it is so little to Lestat" ...
AH AH AH ...
But, the truth is that I've always been a romantic and sentimental.
Really.
always been. "
