What to do, what to do {OPEN}

What was an ancient vampire like him supposed to do on his old days? Visiting a brothel and meet his needs with pleasure, of course. The woman in front of him, who stroke his bare chest and looked at his face with longings, was a beauty. An already death, beautiful women. He'd compelled her to feel nothing while he was feeding on her. To keep doing her duty and to remain silent. He'd compelled her to feel joy and lust. In this way, he'd enjoy feeding on a woman like her. He despised the fuss a vampire could create while hunting, drinking blood. Some vampires would kill a man in front of other, bite their neck and make them scream. Some vampires felt real rejoice about it. He didn't. Well, not if he wasn't angry. There was a total other side of the blonde vampire. A vampire who would make a man suffer in its deepest. A vampire who could terrorize a whole town. But he wasn't that vampire at the moment. No, he hadn't been that vampire for a while now.
Lestat picked up the chin of the woman with his left hand and the woman released a soft moan. He brought his right index vinger to his mouth after which he moved from the left to the right. "Bad girl, you weren't allowed to make a sound," he reminded her with sympathy in his voice. The woman looked at him with big eyes, as if she knew that something was about to happen, but didn't know what to feel. Which might be true, since he compelled her feelings. He looked gently in her eyes and said, while compelling her again, "don't worry, the punishment wouldn't hurt." And she believed what he said. The blonde vampire lowered his head to hers and licked her cheek softly. Then he brought his mouth to her neck and licked the stained blood that was already there and then he bit her again. He felt the woman tense, but this time she didn't make any noise, just like he'd compelled her to do. This time he kept sucking, drinking, draining her body from blood, until she went limp in his arms. He let her body fall to the ground and looked at the death body with a serene gaze in his eyes. Then he chuckled a bit and left the room.
Lestat had left some money on the bed and made sure that there were no bloodstains left on his clothing, before he'd left the brothel. And even though he didn't like creating a fuss, he left the body of the woman in the bed, well tucked in, as if she was sleeping. He waited outside, until he heard a startled voice and then he started walking down the street.

It was a sad thing that women would see themselves as object, their beautiful, filthy bodies as a material to gain money with. Those girl would sell them selves, just to have food, a bed and a roof and fancy clothing they hardly wore. For Lestat those women were an easy prey. He also liked to believe that he did them a favor when he passed by. He took a beauty, gave her the night of her life and then took it away. Why would a woman decide to go whoring if her life was perfect? Those women didn't do that, so the lives of those whores were probably miserable.
Sometimes he'd pick one on the street. If his eyes found someone who interested him, he'd go for him or her. Gender didn't matter to him. The vampire would go for the arrogant, wealthy people. Those who looked down on others and felt way much better, only because they had money, big houses and fancy clothing. An easy life. He hated those who preferred the easy life. Lestat would also go for those who saw life as something miserable, those who wished to die. Just like those whores.
A long time ago there was a man who had wished to die. His wife had died of illness and there was nothing more to live for. He'd heard his prayer to god, to take his life and that evening Lestat had decided to play for god. 'I can take your life, if you really wish so,' Lestat had said. The man had watched him, an empty stare on a pretty face. Lestat came closer, surveying the handsome depressed human, walking around the wooden bench he was sitting on. When Lestat stood before him, the man nodded, didn't even ask how Lestat would do it, who or what he even was. The sad man just didn't care. The male human just stood up to stand before him, the savior who would take away the miserable life of the sorrowful handsome man. With a soft glance, Lestat came closer and hugged the man, who didn't object. Then he brought his teeth to his neck and bit. His fangs pierced the skin of the man and blood flowed in his mouth. The man hadn't whimpered, he just sighed with some kind of relieve and had waited for his life to end.
It was one of his favorite memories. And Lestat had really felt pity for the guy. But those were the best, the people who would give their lives freely to a vampire.

Lestat walked further down the street and he was drawn from his mind as soon as his grey eyes found a girl. She was looking his way, to where the startled sounds came from. The brothel he just left. Lestat grinned and started walking again. It seemed that the girl hadn't noticed him. She was just staring while Lestat slowly came closer. Then the girl suddenly turned around and started walking away from the sounds coming from the brothel. He fastened his pace a bit, long limbs moving gracefully. As soon as he was walking behind her, he started speaking, "No one is safe from nature's savagery, not even the innocent." How to start a whole new conversation. He wondered what type of girl this was, she seemed interesting to him, because of some kind of some kind of strength of character that showed of her, though it was masked by her youthful beauty.

Lestat thought of himself as one of the nicer vampires. He wouldn't kill whole villages anymore and keep it with a family or two, some whores, evil people and just what he longed for that day. Then he just liked to play with people, seduce the ones he found beautiful and interesting, and scare the ones he found irritating and probably kill them as well. Maybe he he thought of himself to be a nicer vampire then others, that didn't make it a fact. Lestat lived as he liked, had a big house with beautiful, maybe ancient furniture and slaves working for him. He wasn't always there, just like now, because he liked to travel too. His goal was to have a house in every city he found interesting and livable. For now it was just Brightwaters keep, which was his home too. Lestat was born close to the city a very, very long time ago. Lestat was also searching for a man or woman he'd ought to be so interesting, so beautiful, maybe sad, that he'd want him or her as his life companion. He didn't have one now and companions in the past turned out to dislike him and leave, which he found more fun and regrettable at the same time. He'd chase them, force them and the harder they tried to push him away, the closer he got and the more fun he'd have, until the day they would disappear for good. He wondered when things would go his way. Especially when it came to having a companion. One like Nicolas, his first lover, who didn't want to become a vampire and left. Maybe if he'd forced on him as wel, he'd be here now, with him.

But now the girl got his interest. She was lucky that he'd just ate. He spoke to her, with a soft, eerie tune in his voice and she reacted. Only beauty is consistent. She knew. He smiled with the same eeriness and got closer. Then the girl turned around and looked at him. Lestat now narrowed his eyes and gave her a neat smile. When she spoke, he chuckled with amusement. "Well thank you. And what a beautiful young lady, alone on the streets filled with drunken pirates we got here," he reacted amused. The girl indeed was beautiful. Long eyelashes with chocolate brown eyes underneath them, full pale lips and a neat skin. Her hair was thick and dark brown, wavy like the sea. And she showed some attitude he liked, so she was interesting indeed. And then he picked up the scent around her. Alcohol. And now he thought of it, she seemed to be a bit tipsy. Lestat started to debate in his head what to do with her. This girl could definitely bring him some fun, he believed. "Can I offer you a drink, young lady?" He wasn't going to say that he smelled the alcohol, that would give him away for what he was. The increased sense was one of the characteristics of a vampire, just like a cold skin, hardened fangs and nails (you could say, nails like glass) and intense eyes that could make you do things you wouldn't do normally. And then Lestat could compel too, also known as Physical Linking.

No, that was a lie, he wasn't a nice vampire. I mean, he's Lestat, he plays with humans, he plays with the living. And he loves it. Sometimes his existence felt useless, boring and most of all, lonely. So his entire goal in this moment of his life was searching for a reason to exist. Even if he had to make the most egoistic decisions possible. He didn't care anyways. Fame was one of the things he craved for, standing in the spotlights. As long as the vampire Lestat would feel satisfied. Being an actor in the same play as always didn't satisfy him anymore, not in the way it used to do and it did nog give hem enough fame. He liked to fool the others, though. He liked to compel them, make them act just the way he wanted them to act. He could just sit in the carriage, drink the blood of a visitor while the others were with him. Lestat could completely enjoy himself in that way. The look on their faces, they were totally unaware of what was going on. Then, when he was done, he would clean it all up, dump the body somewhere and let them forget all about it. Those actors would be left with a gap in their minds. Lestat himself did not live in the carriage, though. Brightwater Keep was his home, he had inherited the house and wealth of the Vampire who created him. Magnus. When Lestat was here in Brightwater Keep, he would live in the house of Magnus. It was still a pity that the handsome Vampire had killed himself. And Lestat wondered how he would've been if Magnus had not committed suicide. Magnus had left Lestat without any knowledge about being a Vampire. The blonde Vampire had to teach himself the ways of being an immortal. And that had made him the Brat Prince. But for now he was in Isla de Juegas. Other people and other surroundings.

The handsome vampire was standing before a young woman. The eyes of the woman looked like the bright blue sky and her hair had a deep brown color. The perfect and a rare combination. "You think so, lady?" He answered when she'd spoken to him. His voice was filled with a sweet, dangerous sound, which matched his violet colored, just as dangerous eyes. His eyes had an ominous sheen on them. He grinned a bit at her, as if he were lightly defying her. He still thought about what he was going to do with her. She was here, alone with him, a Vampire, on the streets. He could do with her whatever he wanted to do. She was pretty and young the exact kind of girl he liked. Lucky for her, he had early eaten. Maybe he could use her as breakfast and just have a fun night with her. Though, he wasn't entirely sure. Many people were killed these past few days, so maybe he had to use his good senses for once. The dangerous smile which was placed on her lips made him narrow his eyes and curl up his lips a bit. She walked toward him, as if she was playing the game along. But she didn't know what kind of game this was, he did. Maybe he would write a script out of it and make a play about it. The one he was in right now was boring and old anyway.

But this girl had something around her. Some kind of sadness and maybe this was just some kind of self-destructive behavior. He wanted to find out, so he decided to offer her a drink. And she would, but of course she had to play hard to get. A subtle smug smile was placed on his lips. "Of course," he reacted. He bowed in front of her, "the name is Lestat Kazimir," he said in a polite way. "And with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" He then asked, polite and authentically, with a hint of danger.