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Brat Prince, Lestat de Lioncourt

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Serprenant [30 Apr 2002|07:35pm]
[ mood | lethargic ]

I have become strangely infatuated with Armand.

I ran into him in London, in a courtyard, while gallivanting the most posh of theaters. (smirk) His beauty astounds me, his ability to adapt so adequately-so elegantly.

I noticed that he attended my rock concert in Los Angeles. His soul spoke to me, seducing me, intricately tracing my figure lashing violently on the stage. Even there, in front of thousands of adoring fans, I could not pull my gaze from his garnet eyes.

And now I watch you, cher. I feel your lust for me, your thirst for my life. And do not think I failed to read your thoughts regarding my fitted leather pants.

I am sure this displeases him. Such an uppity beast. But ah, je t'adore.

I also took notice of another in my audience. Pale and flawless, with a gentle nose, and mounds of golden ringlets cascading her innocent yet fearsome face. I heard her thoughts to me. "I want some more", she cried.

Ma petite femme.

Daughter of darkness, tiny and articulate porcelain doll. (pompous grin) So, the naughty princess returns to me.

Claudia, did you think I would forget that you killed me so long ago? How you schemed to keep Louis all to yourself? And this, in return for my Dark Gift to you, my care and my teachings?

You irritate me, your very presence irritates me. I should have left you to feed upon SEWER RATS with your "precious amour". (scoff)

But the father in me weeps. I cannot help but embrace you, cherie.

I can imagine your terror to find Louis presently living with Daniel, but such is immortal life. We bore easily. I am sure you know this all to well, oui? If you wish, I will have the servants prepare you a place to rest your head. You may stay with me until you find peace with your emotions.

I offer to make amends, poupee'. Do you trust your so called "Father of Lies"?

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Aurevoir [17 Apr 2002|07:33pm]
[ mood | content ]

Spectators, I leave you to pursue a new tour for my rock band, Satan's Night Out.

Look for me on your boisterous television screens. I am sure you will find me.

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Old Friends, New Faces [10 Apr 2002|05:26am]
[ mood | contemplative ]

I plan to return to London's coven of vampires, tonight~for mere old time's sake, as they say. The brat in me aches to encounter that group of pompous vampiric brutes. I crave the challenge, the pretentious war of egos. And I, of course, will come out victorious. (toothy grin)

C'est branlant. Still, my mood softens.

I was awakened today by a warm, wet lick upon my sunken cheek. Grotesque puddles of saliva fell intricately onto my best silk frock. I immediately realized that the culprit was a large, burly dog.

Preciously, it reminded me of a beloved companion back in the days I found peace with Nicolas. I could not help but curiously run my fingers through it's filthed and mangled fur.

Ah, impossible'. That was so long ago. And this is a new age.

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Compatissant [24 Mar 2002|07:45am]
[ mood | sympathetic ]

I sometimes enjoy browsing my "friends" listing, to see what young, fresh mortal minds are up to these days. There is never a wrong time to learn about your surroundings, to gather as much knowledge as possible.

I found an amusing point in the diary of this beautiful creature. She believes that Jesse's arms, are too "fat".

To think back on this...sacrement...they are a bit meaty.

Within my photograph album, I discovered the most amusing sight. This likeness was captured as I was inspecting Jesse's rather large arm. "Have you thought of cardio, cher?" I gently whispered. Strangely, she has not spoken to me since.



Mais cherie. I only had your best interest at heart.

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I Live (Smirk) [23 Mar 2002|07:32am]
[ mood | calm ]

Bonsoir.

I must apologize for my brief absence, mes amis.

Daniel had invited me to accompany Louis and him in Rome, for a viewing of the opera. Being a last minute decision, I didn't bustle with minor responsibilites. The Brat Prince does as he may please. I simply picked up and departed in my private jet.

Though, I am back now. And I may guarentee that there is damage to be done-and feeding to be had.

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So Beautiful [12 Mar 2002|03:51pm]
[ mood | impressed ]

Akasha. (devious grin) I expected your return. You are the only immortal with an ego to surpass even my own. You are far too proud to be dead.

Come feed with me, cherie. (offers hand) I still have not found eyes as radiant as yours...

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Ah [07 Mar 2002|04:56pm]
[ mood | artistic ]

Sweet Louis, beloved fiend. You have succeeded in garnering my attention with your destructive behaviour. (smirk) Torching the villa. I must give you my respect for your vicious lashing. The wondrous pride...the anger...that's why I chose you!

You should know I adore you despite my arrogance, cheri. Call it a wall to hide my fragility behind upon gazing at your beauteous face. But this is what makes me Lestat, oui? Impossible Brat Prince and snooty Aristocrat at large. I am, who I am. And a charred maison is not enough to rid yourself of me. I've five other (much more gauche) quarters in the city. (snort)

To make it up to you, I have composed a piece in your honor, on my violin. I call it "Le Fleur Sur De Point Du Lac"

Maintenant...

(plays a sombre yet dramatic serenade)
(opens eyes softly)

Bien?

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I Wish To Be Seen [06 Mar 2002|07:52am]
[ mood | satisfied ]

Since Louis, Khayman and Daniel were gallivanting about here in gay Pari', I decided to crash the gathering. I so loathe not being invited to gatherings. Even if I did do a minuscule thing such as forget the fool's birthdate.

The so called "paparazzi" ran amok, and caught a perfect moment within one their photographs. It was then that I informed Louis "Hello. I forgot your birthdate. But I am here. Where are the sweets?" Notice the core look on Louis' beautiful face. (snicker)




This graced the cover of today's issue of the tabloid "National Inquirer". Sacrement, Lestat. Your media domination has yet begun!

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Delicious [05 Mar 2002|02:30pm]
[ mood | pleased ]

I found this in an issue of "Rolling Stone". Armand and Madamoiselle Buffy, were correct. I do look magnificent in those leather pants.

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Bonne Fete [04 Mar 2002|05:10pm]
[ mood | indifferent ]

It appears that it is Louis' birthdate today.

Hmm. Seems I forgot.

Khayman had to remind me.

(primp) I had far more important things clouding my mind.

Like me.

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Advertisement [03 Mar 2002|04:38pm]
[ mood | moody ]

Frankly, I am irritated. If you fools wish to speak about me in your diaries, I must request a link back to my own ((cough) Armand, Louis (cough)). You should know of my necessity for attention. I advertise the likes of all of you. Now please grant proper courtesy to me-the poor, ravished Brat Prince, stolen from the eyes of mortal light, eons ago...

Yes.

(toothy sneer)

ps. I still loathe you, Marius.

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Well, Well. [03 Mar 2002|03:11pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

Look what we have here. Monsieur de Pointe du Lac has come to bite my bottom (so to speak). And he's still whining. Oh Louis, Louis..

Dieu. I've had to listen to this dreadful moaning for centuries. Have I not suffered enough?

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Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are.... [02 Mar 2002|07:43am]
[ mood | quixotic ]

So. It appears Armand has been discovered. And he has a dire fascination for my beguilling leather pants.

I will kill you for trying to steal my beautiful Louis from me. Just so you know. (file nails)

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Bonjour? [02 Mar 2002|07:41am]
[ mood | cynical ]

Am I the only immortal in these parts? I would not be surprised. Most of those stupid twits are too dimheaded to think of such practical things. Alors..

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Mon Dieu [02 Mar 2002|07:38am]
[ mood | irate ]

You must pardon me for the atrocious colors of this diary. I could not find a motif better suited. And I have far too many appointments to tend, to spend time meddling with them on my own.

These foolish mortal minds. May they be doomed to find a proper use in this world.

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Mes Amis.. [01 Mar 2002|09:43am]
[ mood | annoyed ]

http://www.livejournal.com/~buffy_summers/

(cringe)

How amusing. I'd enjoy seeing her try.

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I Need No Introduction [21 Feb 2002|11:00pm]
[ mood | creative ]

But allow me to introduce myself, anyway. Bonsoir. I am the Vampire, Lestat. Lestat de Lioncourt. Some, choose to refer to me as "The Brat Prince". Imagine that.

I've been on this pathetic Earth for centuries. And believe me, one becomes relatively BORED after a while. I am constantly on the look out for new ways to amuse myself.

(yawn)

Seems that everyone else had one of these ridiculous things. And with an ego like mine, I REFUSE to be the last literary character without one. At least now, I can't lose my diary to groups of idiotic supernatural psychologists. The internet is also the utmost way to advertise my glorious being. So here, I am.

Ah, Lestat. (grin) Prince, Victorian gentleman, rockstar, and immortal father. I have been many things, cheris.

Worship the beauty of The Brat Prince~as I, have arrived.

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