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As the sun set Lesat climbed out of his coffin. He sensed Morgans presence near his home and so he made his way through the hallways of the beautiful manor until he found her standing in the doorway "You know if you had wanted to visit you only had to ask" he said teasingly from behind her.
 
Opening the door Lestat came face to face with Morgan "There are still beds inside my home. If you wish to stay it is up to you know that I will not feed upon you while you are a guest in my home" he said stepping to the side, the massive painting Lenora had done of them now placed above the fireplace which was in view for them.
 
She walked in and canted her head stepping close to the fire. She sighed loving the warmth. Reaching into her bag she brought out Lenora’s diary and the book Vampire Lestat.

“Happy early birthday, or Christmas or whatever you want.” She smiled and looked at him. “I mean since you loved her so much and since I can’t read Italian.”
 
“I found that diary in an old floorboard of my house.” She shrugged. “It was the only one.” Moving over she sat down and sighed and smiled and nodded. “Yea, the movie interview with a vampire is better than the books though.”

She watched him and frowned. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you more of her except her necklace thing and that diary.”
 
"Your house," Lestat said looking up to the young woman, his eyes cocked slightly "What day were you born Morgan" he asked curiously he knew that Lenora said she would return to him, even gave a date that only he could understand. It was something they had spoken about time and time again in case she ever died before he was able to turn her. "This necklace is special I made it myself" he said with tears in his eyes as he placed the necklace around his neck before opening the diary "December Eleventh year Sixteen-eighteen it is tonight that I find myself having met a man with alabaster skin, large fangs, hair as black as night, and eyes as red as the blood that runs through my veins. Everyone tells me that he is a recluse even as king of this country. And they tell me that hs is strange and I should stay away from him but merely thinking of him has my heart racing fifteen different directions at once. And find myself unable to pain anything but his handsome face."

Tears now really filled his eyes as he read this he had never read her diaries but from this excerpt he realized how much Lenora had truly loved him.
 
“I was born May the first. May Day.” She chuckled and shrugged. “Has huge romantic connotations here in Europe apparently and it’s cute, but you probably know all about it.” She smiled and looked at him and shifted and got up and moved to him and put her hand on his.

“I am sorry about everything.” She sighed feeling at peace when she touched his skin. Like nothing bad could ever happen. But at the same time inspiration and ideas began to flood through her.
 
May Day she swore that she'd come back to me on the day of what was to be our wedding Lestat thought to himself as he took a deep breath. As she stood and walked over to him he felt her hands touching his, felt the jolt of electricity that ran through his ice cold body. For the first time in years he felt warm...A sign that a vampire had found his true love. A thing that only Lenora had ever been able to accomplish in her life.

"Sorrow from a beauty so young about a time she wasn't even born maybe there are a few good mortals out there," he said teasingly in a soft manner. Lestat knew it was best not to tell her he thought she was Lenora reincarnated. "You're an artist correct" he asked wanting to change the subject "I have a room completely filled with art done by Lenora there's even the unfinished piece she said would be her masterpiece would you like to see it?"
 
She smiled and nodded. “Sure I would love to see it.” She smiled and stood up and watched him. She walked behind him taking in the disrepair of the manor and she began to wonder.

“Why didn’t they burn it down if they were afraid of you?” She asked softly not wanting to overstep her limits with him.
 
Lestat linked his arm with Morgan's smaller arm and began escorting her through the manor taking her down many winding hallways of the mansion. You could tell that it had once been a beautiful place and also could tell all of the fresh work done to it by Lestat. The only room that seemed to be in perfect condition, in the same way it had been in was Lenora's art studio. As he opened the door he smiled "Step in and my Lenora was an amazing artist" he said before hearing her comment "They were afraid because they tried killing me multiple times. They drowned me in Holy water, they set me and a coffin on fire, stabbed me in the heart with a stake, forced Garlic down my throat by the pounds and I'm not even sure why I'm alive because honestly, I should be dead" he said softly "And so they placed me in that coffin you found me in downstairs, and left my manor alone because they knew that if it were ever damaged in any way the rage that would be unleashed would be unimaginable."
 
“I see”. She smiled and walked in and looked around at the art that could be hers and swallowed down the comment and blushed looking at him and smiled. “She was very talented. I can see she loved you a lot there are so many paintings of you.” She blushed as her eyes landed on a nude painting of him with a sexy look that said he was going to devour the viewer. She looked down and bit her lip violently.

“So uh. This masterpiece you were talking about?”
 
"No the masterpiece is over here. It is only a quarter of hte way finished" he said honestly as he walked to a large door and opened it there inside was a massive painting with a massive cloth over it. "Here see it for yourself" he said walking out of the closet with the heavy painting. Placing the cloth covered painting in front of her.
 
To be completely honest Lestat had never seen the masterpiece Lenora had always said it was a very special painting, her greatest painting of all time. "I could never look at this. I promised Lenora that until she had finished it I would not look at it" he said walking around the painting so where he couldn't see it. "Now I never will see it. Take it home with you when you leave tomorrow.'
 
She frowned and looked at it and then frowned at the bottom corner. "Um..Lestat...what does 'Sono incienta' mean?" She looked at him and blinked. "Cause she wrote it in the far bottom corner here." She pointed to where it was written in dark charcoal.
 
Lestat heard Morgan's question, his eyes opened wide as tears filled them. "Sono Incienta means I'm pregnant" this made his heart feel like it had been ripped from his chest. Finding out that the love of his life had been pregnant with his child when she was murdered was the worst feeling ever. "Her masterpiece...Was giving birth to my child" with this he dropped to his knee's unable to control his emotion as he began sobbing uncontrollably, true, heartfelt, untouched, sadness and pain came from his voice.
 
She frowned and then wrapped her arms around him. She couldnt hel herself. It tmade her sad to watch him in so much grief. She rested her head against his and stroked his back and then sighed and raised him up after a while. "Come on, we should go, lets get out of here and get you something to eat." She sighed and rubbed his back gently and lead him out of the room and frowned.
 
Lestat could barely process the fact that Morgan had knelt beside him on the floor, holding him as he cried. He was so grief stricken by the loss of the woman he loved that it had nearly killed him but finding out she was carrying his child as she burned alive, the pain took a whole new level. "I am not hungry" he said softly as she led him out of the room.
 
She stroked his face and sighed and sat him down on the couch and watched him and curled her legs under her and waatched him frowning.

"I am sorry. She probably didn't want you to find out that way." She bit her lip hating that she didn't know any italian and she let the cat out of the bag.
 
"You shouldn't feel sorry you had no way of knowing what that said" he said breathing heavily as he sat on the couch, he had cried so much that tears refused to escape his eyes, the red bags under his eyes were noticeable against his extremely white skin. "You also had nothing to do with her death but I think I need some time alone, you are an amazing young woman but you remind me so much of her...You look a lot alike and you're both artists..."
 
Lestat walked to the master bedroom that he had shared with Lenora when she was alive. There in the room was the wedding dress she had, had custom made for their wedding. Shaking his head he walked out of the manor and into the basement of the manor to get into his coffin and fell asleep.

Throughout the day he slept and as soon as the darkness swept over the land he made his way to the address Morgan had given him and knocked on the door.
 
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