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Love Resounds Over Ages (BBVD)

loneiysong

loneiysong

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Apr 13, 2012
Location
Someplace where depression always finds me.
Morgan sighed as she walked through the streets of an old Italian village. She was always an introvert, rather wanting to paint her world than to live and interact in it. And that was what Italy let her do. People would come up behind her as she was sketching and just look at it interestingly for a moment or two before they moved on.

She smiled having almost filled a whole sketchbook in one day of all the sights in this one old Italian village. But today was especially hot and she was looking for a cold place to relax and maybe take it easy as she finished some of her sketches.

Morgan walked down the mazelike sidestreets and alleys of the town when she saw a gated doorway. For some reason she was drawn to it. Giving the gate a light push, it came open. Raising an eyebrow, she was instantly hit with a cool rush of air, as if this whole building was holding its breath. It didn't look inhabited, just looked like a passageway to a sewer, but it didn't smell like a sewer.

So down the dark stairs she went, holding up her phone to light the way. It was extremely cold. Which was a relief from the heat. Finally she reached the bottom that just led to another room that was gated off. What once might have been etchings, now worn off ligned the arch of the stones. She reached out and touched the gate and gasped as the gates were covered in small barbs. Her hand was bleeding and she used her foot to kick at the gate and it too opened.

Walking forward, she saw it was a coffin that this place was hiding. She frowned and then smiled.

"Hey, I am just looking for a place to cool off. I will be out of your hair in a few minutes." She said sitting down and pulled a handkerchief out of her bag and wrapped it around her bleeding hand and looked at the coffin. "You must have been down her a long time. You mind if I sketch you?" She smiled and began sketching the very ornate coffin inside of which who knew who was eternally resting?
 
Lestat Constantine had been the King of Transylvania in his day and had also been engaged to a very beautiful woman who was a painter. However, upon finding out what he truly was the people who worshipped him then turned against him and after sacrificing the woman he loved they enslaved him in a coffin for many centuries.


He had been in hibernation for over four hundred years at this point with no sign of him ever waking up. Those who had imprisoned him were now dead and while the stories of Lestat were considered folklore no one ever went to Constantine manner that was until today. The smell of blood wafted through the air and after four hundred years his blood red eyes shot opened and he heard a feminine voice coming from outside of the coffin. It's time to finally wake up' he said to himself.
 
She continued to sketch until she was finished. Finally she moved to the coffin and ran her hand along the cofin. Her hand had been cut deep. Much deeper than she realized and while she was sketching the blood seeped through the handkerchief. She ran her wounded hand against the cool marble of the coffin and sighed.

"Sorry to disturb your rest. Thank you for your hospitality, I will be on my way now." She smiled and kissed the lid of the coffin. She was always a little dark and morbid. But she didn't care. She turned and began to walk out o the coffins room. She began her way up to the stairs. She had become accustomed to the dark by now and knew the sunlight was going to be somewhat of a pain to get used to.
 
Lestat laid in wait as he heard her talking. The sound of her voice was quite familiar. As she kissed the coffin lid and walked away. This is when he used his strength to throw the top of the coffin to the ground and raised up quickly. Making his way through the hallways silently he spoke so that she'd be able to hear him "Four hundred years I've stayed dormant sleeping for what seemed like an eternity until the time was right for me to wake up. It sems that now is the right time to wake up but why are you here child?"
 
She shook her head as she was making her way up the stairs. When she heard the voice she laughed. She had talked to so many coffins it was only a matter of time before the contents started to talk to her. She raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Well good sir." She smiled. "First let me compliment you on your english. Next I needed a spot to cool down from the heat. If I am out in the heat too long, it is not a good mixture." She laughed sotly. "I get sunburns quite easily."
 
Lestat had kept himself hidden in the darkness as he spoke to the woman. Slowly he made his way out from where he was hidden and could be seen. "It took me mere seconds to break the styl of language you spoke by hearing you" he said smiling happily "The sun is a very evil thing but that doesn't explain why you would walk into this cursed place. For centuries no one has stepped foot on this land until you."
 
"I didn't see that it was cursed or feel that it was cursed. What makes you think it was cursed? I mean, sure the barbs guarding the coffin are a bit much." She shrugged. She realized seeing the man in front of her that maybe this was some crazy museum and this was a worker who loved his job a little too much. "No one had stepped foot in here? Really?" She thought and looked around. "Well I suppose you are right."

She smiled and moved to walk past him.
 
"I am Lestat Constantine...The man who Constantine Manor was named after. This was my home four hundred years ago and the coffin was my final resting place I was put there once the villagers turned against me after they watched me sacrifice the woman who was to be my wife" Lestat explained this honestly "An artist whose only crime was falling in love with a monster."
 
She looked at him blank face as he spoke about his manor that was bricked over. The name Constantine was never mentioned. “So Lestat Like Lestat de Lioncourt? You some freak cosplayer? That’s nice have a great day.” She moved past him and continued to walk.
 
"Who the fuck is Lestat De Lioncourt" he asked curiously "And what is a cosplayer" Lestat was truly confused now, using his vampiric speed he moved in front of her making her smack right into his body. For her she'd not have been able to see him moving so she would've thought he was still behind her until she hit him head on.
 
She bumped into him at full speed. She gasped as she looked up at him and blinked. “Holy fuck you are what you say. I will answer whatever you want just tell me why you sacrificed your love.” She stood up and looked at her hand and raised it up above her heart trying to stop the bleeding.
 
"I did no such thing" Lestat almost snarled as he stared at her. His blood red eyes angry at the fact that she thought he'd sacrifice his own bride. "The villagers found out that I was a vampire and so they stormed the gates of Constantine manor took me hostage and my bride to be away. I was brought to a large wooden cross where they sat her on fire alive and burned her until she was dead right before my eyes. Said they had to cleanse her because of my impurity, my curse and then they tried to kill me but I was much too powerful and so instead they caged me away like an animal. I have been in a slumber all these years the spell binding my coffin shut could only be broken by the blood of a female. So when you touched my coffin you opened it."
 
“Sorry I guess I misunderstood you.” She raised her hands and then though and watched him. “Well your welcome for setting you free.”

“So Lestat De Lioncourt is a character from Anne Rice. Some people like her books I don’t.” She shrugged. “And cosplayers are people who dress up and pretend to be certain characters in public.” She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Is there a reason your keeping me here.”
 
"Anne Rice what in the hell kind of name is that" Lestat asked curiously as he scratched his chin with a smile. "I will have to read this...Anne Rice's book and make a judgement on her books myself" he said honestly. "Yes there is a reason I'm standing here you look...Familiar" he said honestly.
 
"She was to be my bride and she was also the love of my life," Lestat said honestly to Morgan "And it's a pleasure to meet you, Morgan," he said honestly leaning over he took her hand and kissed the top of it lovingly. With that said he disappeared making his way to the secret entrance to his manor knowing that he needed to get things ready because he was awake now which meant his manor had to be in tip-top shape.
 
She smiled and left herself. She went back to her home which wasn’t that far but one village over. She sighed and tapped her chin. Going to a box in her closet she began to dig until she found the journal wrapped in a lovely set of very old ivory beads topped with a cross. It looked like a rosary but something was off about it. The cross wasn’t gory like other rosary crosses. She unwound the chain and opened the book. It was all in Italian but there were several etchings which was why she bought it. But at the front was the name Lenora. She sighed and closed it resealing it she set it aside.

She began to paint his coffin from her sketchbook because it was beautiful and gothic and matched the stuff she usually did.
 
Lestat stayed inside until the sun had went down. This is when he began fixing the home, centuries had gone by and a lot had gone wrong with the building. Though no matter how much he worked he could not help but think of how familiar the Morgan woman seemed. It bugged him the entire time since he knew he had seen her but also knew it was an impossibility with her age and how long he'd been in hibernation.

After finishing up on the major problems with the home he stopped in a hallway seeing a painting done by his Lenora it was of them together the first night they had met. His heart ached as he thought of his beloved and how he'd never see her again.
 
Lenora kept her eyes on him as she burned and at the last minute she smiled and said in a low voice that she knew he would be able to pick out. “I will return to you my moon.”

Morgan thought as she finished the painting and moved to some of her old paintings and looked at one where a man was in profile and it looked suspiciously like the guy she met today. Lestat. She frowned at the name.
 
Lestat stared at the picture of him and Lenora that she had painted. He could hear the comment she made before she burned alive. "I will return to you my moon" he heard in her voice. "And you are the sun of my life for now and forever," he said before watching her die.

"I will wait for as many years it takes to get you back my love" he said looking at the painting. "And the house will be completely just as you wished for it to be by the time you return."
 
Lestat went out and began hunting needing to feed after hundreds of years in hibernation. After feeding he licked his lips and went back to his manor fixing the place up once more until the sun began peaking over the mountains.

Once the sun began to peak over he went to his coffin which was now in the basement of the home and he went to sleep.
 
She woke in the morning, and began to walk. She sketched random places and soon found his manor. She sketched the manor. While she was working on the sketch it began to rain very hard. She groaned and waited in the doorway for it to lighten up.

She crossed her arms waiting for it to let up but it stormed and hailed. The sun soon set.
 
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