If you were the last vampire on earth... it would be enough. Just you and me. Me and you. YOU AND ME!
"You, my love, are beauty itself"
OR
The retailing of Lestats life told by the closest person to the man himself- the only vampire on earth who kn...
"I can't" I said as i walked out of my art studio and across the hall.
I slung open the door as i switched on the lamp- so was my regular routine after finishing a painting.
"que veux-tu dire par "tu ne peux pas"" He asked me as i turned to face him, realising he had followed me into the room
(What do you mean 'you can't' )
"I simply mean i can not go, Lestat" I said as i sighed, letting the finished canvas, almost as big as my lower half, rest on the floor as i kept my hand firmly on the top.
"Mais j'ai besoin de toi là-bas-" He said
(But i need you there-)
I sighed. Lestat had never asked anything of me before then. Not once had he asked me to do anything in return for his company- however we both knew it was for his benefit more then my own.
"ce sera une soirée amusante-" He started
(It will be a fun night out-)
"je serai assis tout seul-" I cut him off
(I will be sat on my own-)
"tu seras à mes yeux à tout moment" He countered
(You will be in my view at all times-)
"Et si quelqu'un trouvait mal qu'une femme soit là seule, sans mari-"
(What if someone thinks it wrong that a lady be there on her own- without a husband-)
" Au diable tout le monde, ils peuvent se faire foutre, peu importe. Je ferai en sorte que rien ne t'arrive, c'est mon émission et je jetterai dehors quiconque te regarde de la mauvaise façon " He finished, firmly
(Screw everyone else, they can fuck themselves for all i care. I will make sure nothing happens to you, it's my show and i will chuck anyone out that so much as looks at you in the wrong way)
I sighed as i messed with the fraying side of the canvas in my hand.
Everything inside of me was screaming that it was a bad idea.
"I want you there, love" He whispered as he stepped closer.
I swallowed
"I want you to watch me perform because i know how much you want to go back to the theatre, even if you deny yourself the option, which by the way i do not understand." He said " Yesterday i decided that i had had enough of you sounding sad whenever we discussed our shared interest and I realised that there was a way for you to experience it all again." He spoke, unfortunately, very convincingly "I have got you the best ticket, a seat high in the stalls, i will be able to see you from the stage... i want you to experience the theatre again, no one should stay away from such a great medium of art"
I glanced at him as i could tell what i was going to say. I wanted to say no, I wanted to stay in my bubble of comfort as I had been doing since my cancer had spread, but i couldn't... not as he stood looking at me, only thinking about me.
Instead of answering i picked up the canvas resting by my feet and i lifted it above my head.
I reached as i tried to get it to balance on the nail. I tried a few times before i felt arms grab the side of the painting from me.
I, frustratedly, walked away as i crossed the room. I watched as Lestat effortlessly hung the canvas to the wall.
He joined me on the far side of the room in order to admire the new addition to the gallery.
I felt the effects of trying to put the object up myself, which caused me to lean against the back wall for support. I tried not to think about it- tried not to let my dizziness show to the man beside me.
"Tu m'étonnes à chaque fois" I heard him say, drawing my attention back to him.
(You amaze me every time)
He stood looking at the art he had just hung.
"Humm?" I muttered in confusion, torn out of my thoughts
I looked from the side of his face to where he was looking and i swallowed. I hadn't even remembered which painting i was hanging when he appeared in my studio ten minutes prior.
"I wouldn't have thought it possible, but this one is better then your last portraits of-"
"I will go to the theatre and watch you perform" I said as i turned to him, partly trying to hide my embarrassment after realising he had just hung the second portrait i had drawn of him onto my wall and partly because i was genuinely warming up to the idea of watching him perform.
"That's wonderful-" He said as he went to hug me with a huge smile covering his face, but i put my hand up, still not feeling steady after straining myself
He immediately looked at me with concern
"Amour?"
(Love?)
"I'm fine, just... exhausted" I lied
He nodded, but i was almost sure he knew i was lying.
"Yes, that would be best. I will see you tomorrow night- the show starts at 7 so i would arrive by 6.30" He said as he gave me a reassuring smile.
I looked at him with confusion
"à bientôt alors" He said as he leaned forward and gave my cheek a single kiss.
(See you then)
In my confused state i hadn't thought to acknowledge it- i hadn't even really realised it had happened until he had walked out of the room.
My mind was too preoccupied wondering how he did it... how he had read my mind.
'I'm fine, just... exhausted' i had lied, then without missing a beat he had replied 'yes, that would be best. I will see you tomorrow night-'
But i hadn't said the words out loud. I hadn't said that i was thinking "I should probably just get some rest" out loud.
Lestat had read my mind... and i had agreed to go to the theatre.
I couldn't quite work out which one confused me more.
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